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This short burst of erotic science, was written by me, Shon
Richards.  Please do not reprint on your website, blog, college
term papers etc without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a
reprint but let's just be polite about it, okay?  I do have a
Libido Destroying Laser and I am not afraid to use it.

You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I am easily
approachable and delighted to hear your comments.

Discover my latest research at
http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/ 

"Project: Don't Stand" 
By Shon Richards



Debra Moore was having a terrible time of focusing.  She looked
at her carefully written speech and couldn't quite read what she
had spent all summer composing.  For some reason she was thinking
of the first time she had let a boy kiss her breast.  She could
almost smell the boy's scent: a mix of sweat and the beach.  It
was over twenty years ago but she could clearly remember how
gentle his teeth were as they bit down on her.  

"Are you cold Professor Moore?" Otto asked.  "You seem to be
shivering."

Professor Moore awoke from her daydream with a startle.  She had
been shivering, but with pleasure not cold.  The dampness between
her legs was proof of that.  The Professor had a strange feeling
that this was going to be the strangest student advisor meeting
she will ever have.

"Just a little chilly, Otto," Professor Moore lied.  "I hope you
had a relaxing summer?"

Otto Von Madd smiled and for reasons Professor Moore couldn't
understand, she felt her cunt clench with desire.  The summer had
been good for him she thought.  He had a tan for the first time
in the two years that she had known him.  The student's baby face
was covered with a stylish brown goatee that suited him and made
him look more adult.  His body had the wiry lithe muscles of a
surfer.  His choice of clothes was a little odd but it worked for
him.  Vivid red and purple accents swirled on his shirt in an
almost hypnotic pattern.  The biggest change was how he carried
himself.  He sat a little taller and seemed more at ease than he
had ever been before.   

"My summer was educational," Otto said.  "Did some research and
pursued a few side interests."

Professor Moore nodded.  "And I hope you spent some time deciding
on a major?"

Well," Otto said.  He looked embarrassed, and for a brief moment
he resembled the awkward boy genius he was when he first came to
college.

"Look Otto," she began, repeating the speech she had prepared all
summer, "the Von Madd family name is a lot to live up to and you
have my fullest sympathy.  Your father's work at NASA will allow
us to send robot probes to Mars within the next decade.  Your
grandmother's innovations in medicine have given us the
artificial heart.  Von Madd's have been changing the world with
their brilliance for centuries.  I fully appreciate how much
pressure that must be for a young man like yourself."

Professor Moore paused in her speech.  Inexplicably she had a
sudden desire to be bent over her desk and fucked.  She wanted a
nice cock to slip inside her while she held onto the edges of the
desk.  It was an old fantasy of hers, but certainly not something
appropriate for thinking about now.

"I am glad you understand how much pressure that is," Otto said.
"I sometimes feel that 19 is far too young for a university to
demand that a person know what he wants to do with his life."

Professor Moore pushed her glasses back up her nose.  She
realized she was sweating.  Not know what was going on with her
body, she chose to focus on Otto.  Oddly that just made her
wetter.

"Otto, picking a major does not mean you are locked into a career
path for the rest of your life.  Think of it as simply picking a
focus for the next five or ten years with the option to choose
another direction later.  It's past time you committed your
academic gifts to a course of study that can be of benefit to
society as well as yourself."

Professor Moore waited to see what effect these words had on the
young man.  In the few seconds of silence, her traitorous mind
thought of her own days as a college student and that wild night
she had sex with two frat brothers.  She could recall the way
their seed tasted on her tongue just as clearly as she could
still taste what she had for breakfast this morning.

"Professor Moore," Otto said.  "This summer I did decide where to
use my academic gifts as you so kindly called them."

She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the memory of semen.  "You
have?  That's wonderful.  What did you decide?"

Otto Von Madd leaned forward in his chair.  Deep blue eyes the
color of denim focused on her as if Otto was the first person in
the world to truly see her.  His hands touched the edges of
Professor Moore's desk and a shiver went down her spine and
straight to her thighs.  She became vividly aware of how good he
smelled.  

"Professor Moore, I decided on you," Otto said.

A moan escaped her lips.  

"It started as a crush," Otto said.  "I mean, you're an
intelligent older woman who has written quite a few fascinating
papers on thermodynamics.  You have long black hair that still
shines like a summer night sky.  You have glasses, not contacts,
because you know glasses are a sign of intellect.  Your southern
accent is something I could listen to all day.  And although I
have never seen them personally, I just know your breasts are
beautiful because they strain against every blouse you ever
wear."

"Otto, this is highly inappropriate . . ." Professor Moore said
before her brain failed her.  She had a sudden desire to bare her
breasts so that he could appreciate them in all their glory.

He smiled and stood up.  Otto walked around her desk very slowly
and to Professor Moore's wet pussy, he seemed to walk entirely
too slow.  He stood next to her.  All he did was stand there and
it was all she could do not to rip his pants open.

"But," Otto continued, "I knew you would never seek a
relationship with me.  Your ethical standards are too high.  My
own attractiveness did not appeal to you.  I used to write a lot
of sad poetry about the subject but this summer, something
happened.  I decided to have you.  I decided that if I was so
smart, why couldn't I figure out a way to fuck you?"

Professor Moore unfastened a button on her blouse.   She opened
another button and another and another till her white bra was
exposed to him.  Her fingers had bared her chest to him before
her mind had a chance to question what she was doing.  Instead of
covering back up, she regretted not wearing a sexier bra today.

"What did you do?" she asked.  

"Research," Otto said.  "I gathered data.  I traced your career
and conducted interviews.  I talked to the men who were your
first lovers.  I visited the places where you most likely to
develop your sexual identity.  I studied the time period you grew
up in and made calculated guesses as to what most influenced your
libido."

"All you did was research?" Professor Moore asked.  She moaned as
he placed a hand on her bra covered breast.  His fingers pinched
against her nipple.

"Oh no," Otto said.  "Then I applied it.  I grew the right kind
of facial hair most likely to make you see me as an adult.  I
worked out till I had the same physical attributes as your first
lovers.  I designed cologne specifically tailored for your
olfactory libido memory.  This shirt contains several subliminal
images that remind your subconscious of sex symbols of your
adolescence.  Right now, everything about me is making your body
think about sex."

She reached for his pants.  Her fingers unfastened his button but
froze on the zipper.  The bulge in his pants throbbed and
Professor Moore felt a powerful need to see his cock.

"Are you controlling me?" she asked.

Otto shook his head.  "I invented several ways incidentally, but
no, I am not.  I merely figured out how to best stimulate your
mental and physical sexual triggers.  Right now you are in a
heightened state of arousal.  What you choose to do about it is
up to you.  All I did was make myself attractive to you using the
scientific method and some advances in psycho-erogenous
techniques."

"When you think about it, Professor Moore, I mean Debra, what I
did was make you my major.  I applied my intelligence to the
subject of fucking you.  Aren't you curious to see if my research
works?"

She ripped his pants open.  His cock was waiting for her, tucked
inside loose boxers like she preferred.  Professor Moore took his
cock into her mouth and she felt a deep satisfaction wash over
her.  This was what her body was aching for.  It was wrong to be
sucking a student but that only made her more excited.  In the
back of her mind, she wondered if this too had been calculated.

Professor Moore sucked cock with a passion she hadn't felt in
years.  She could taste the youth on him.  His cock throbbed in
her mouth and she savored every pulse.  The way Otto groaned made
Professor Moore feel like the sexiest woman alive.  No one
appreciates a cock sucking like a young man with a crush, and
Professor Moore forgot just how intoxicating that kind of
adoration could be.  

She moaned when Otto pulled out of her mouth.  She reached for
his cock but he pushed her back.  Before she could complain, he
dropped down and pulled her breasts out from her bra. 
Electricity shot through her as his mouth sealed over her
nipple.

"He knows," Professor Moore thought to herself in a blissful
haze.  He did everything right.  He flicked his tongue and then
slowly bit down.  He pulled his teeth over her nipple, grazing
her with the sharpness of his teeth before soothing her nipple
with long licks of his tongue.  She could almost hear the beach
as Otto sucked and bit her nipples the exact same way that
beautiful boy on the beach had done years ago.  Professor Moore
moaned and whimpered as her breasts were worshipped in that way
she learned to crave.    

"Stand up," Otto said.  She didn't quite hear him at first
because he still had a nipple in his mouth. On shaky legs she
rose up, and then squealed with delight as he bent her over her
own desk.  He pulled her slacks down quickly and her panties down
slowly.  She waited as she heard the sound of a condom being slid
over his cock.

Smart people always use protection.

Professor Moore was penetrated on her desk from behind.  It was
the greatest of guilty pleasures.  It was something she had
wanted to do but never had.  Somehow Otto had figured it out and
was now helping her fulfill her own greatest unspoken fantasy. 
As he pounded into her, she wondered how his research had
revealed this side of her.  Part of her hoped it had nothing to
do research at all; that it was just a desire on Otto's part to
fuck her on her desk.

The desk shook from their fucking.  Professor Moore stopped
thinking about research, majors, students, colleges and anything
else that didn't have to do with the wonderful feeling of a cock
sliding into her.  In her mind she ceased being a professor and
she became simply Debra again.  Thirty minutes later she was
nothing but a woman being fucked.  Her hands gripped the edges of
her desk while Otto slammed into her with the enthusiasm and
vigor that only a 19 year old had.  It wasn't fancy sex but it
was the sex she wanted and that was all that really mattered. 
Well, that and the long chain of wonderful orgasms.

When Otto came, his hands gripped her hips like he never wanted
to let her go.  She purred as he ground against her, trying to
empty every drop of himself inside his condom.  He settled his
weight against her as he relaxed on her back.  His cock was still
inside her as his body covered her like a blanket.

"That was amazing," Debra said.

Otto bit her shoulder in that special place that made her
shudder.

"You know," Otto said.  "I think I really do know what I want my
major to be."

Some remaining shred of Debra's professionalism rose to the
surface.  "You mean a real major, and not just fucking me?"

Otto bit her shoulder in that special place that made her hips
grind.  "Well, fucking you is something I intend to keep doing
but this was in part a demonstration for what I want my major to
be."

"You want to fuck other teachers?" Debra asked.  

"No, I was thinking of majoring in Erotic Science," Otto said. 
"I had to invent most of the techniques I used on you.  It seems
to be that the science of sex is very lacking and could use some
serious attention."

"There is no such thing as a degree in Erotic Science," Professor
Moore said.  Although he was still inside her, her more logical
mind was resuming control.  She knew what she said was true, but
she was already considering the possibilities and potential in
Otto's future.  Her sated sweaty body was proof of that.

Otto didn't seem discouraged.  His cock began to harden within
her.  

"I guess I'll just have to keep fucking the right teachers till
they make one."  


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