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http://www.incesttabooo.com/grades.html
by Stan Kiley
This is an absolutely true story.
I'm a liguistics professor at a prominent Southern
California University (I've used the pseudonym of "Stan
Kiley" here to protect me from possible legal problems).
Although every professor dreams of having his young female
students offer him sex for grades, it had never happened to
me, or anyone I knew, until last year.
Lisa T. was a freshman student, one of many in an
overcrowded intro class I was teaching. The class is
designed to serve as an overview to the science of
linguistics, to give the students a chance to decide if
they want to major in the field. Most professors teaching
this section see it as their job to scare away the timid by
making the intro class fairly tough. Linguistics is a
demanding, tricky field. We want to make sure a student is
extremely serious before he or she decides to choose it as
a major.
I noticed Lisa right off, for several reasons. The
strongest reason was her body. She was the quintessential
beach bunny; she had long blonde hair, obviously natural in
color, a cute, pixieish face, and a body that defined what
wet dreams are all about. Large, firm looking breasts, a
slender waist (just the right size to make you imagine your
hands around it), tight, round hips and ass, and long,
slender limbs. She also had fullish lips, akin to those
seen on women like Michelle Pfeiffer, and stunning emerald
green eyes. Lisa always dressed in a sexy way, but not
sluttishly so. She usually wore tight T-shirts that
stopped just above the navel, and flared skirts, usually
pleated, with brown penny loafers and rolled down socks. A
patched demin jacket, one size too big, completed the look;
trendy, but individual enough to make her stand out.
Lisa also was a standout in her attitude. She was
extremely ambitious, crashing the class successfully even
though there were far more who wanted the class than we had
room for. People just seemed unable to say no to her, and
many of the male students stopped pressing for admittance,
to give her a better chance. I'd never seen such a thing
before.
All during the first half of the semester she dominated my
thinking, and especially my fantasy life. I would often
find myself hard in the morning, recalling dreams that were
full of her nude and spread out on a bed, taking me into
her or sucking me off. Such fantasies are harmless enough,
and not infrequent for a single man (or even a married one,
I'd bet).
But four weeks into the semester it was obvious that Lisa
was not doing well. She had fluffed several of the
assignments, and her first two papers did not show any kind
of grasp of the material. When the midterm came in the
fifth week, I was not too suprised to see her barely score
a C, even given that I probably had a predisposition to
give her the benefit of the doubt - it's hard not to let
your personal lust influence your grading.
One sunny spring afternoon, during the time I reserved to
see students, I heard a knock at my door. This was not
suprising; I usually had a few students drop by after
midterms. Nothing like the deluge right before finals, but
I often saw as many or five or six.
"Come in," I said. It was Lisa, dressed as I had never
seen her before. She was wearing skintight white shorts, a
white shirt tied below the breasts, exposing her midsection
and showing off her cafe au lait tan, and sandals. The
obvious little nubs of her nipples showing through the
cotton shirt made it clear that she wore no bra. She was
wearing some very subtle perfume, and though I could not
identify the smell I did respond to it. I was glad I was
sitting behind a desk, let me tell you.
"Do you have a minite, Dr. Kiley?" she asked, tilting her
head coquettishly.
"Sure," I said. "Close the door and sit down."
She turned to close the door, and dropped her book bag as
she did so. When she bent to retrieve it, I could see the
gentle curve of her ass through the leg holes of her
shorts, the rounded flesh joining beneath that thin
material. I could just convince myself that her puffy
pussy lips were straining against the seam of her crotch.
I had to tear my gaze away as she turned and sat opposite
me.
"What can I do you for?" I said, trying to sound clever,
but obviously flustered.
She smiled a little. "Well, it's about LE110. I have this
feeling I'm not doing too well."
"I'm sorry to say that's true," I said, thankfull for
something businesslike to talk about. Maybe I could get
myself to stop tracing her nipples with my eyes. "The
midterm is 40% of your grade, and you barely pulled a C.
That combined with your other work puts you at a C- at
best."
"Damn," she said, biting her lip and brushing her hair back
with one hand. Somehow she made the gesture seem sexy. "I
was planning on majoring in linguistics."
"I doubt you'd be accepted if you get less than a B in the
intro class. The department is small, and we can only take
so many majors. Maybe this is just not your field. Have
you thought of that?"
"No," she shook her head, "I'm sure it is. I've just
been... distracted this semester. Moving in, meeting
people, and I guess I've been sort of intoxicated by your
beautiful beaches." She shook her head, smiling a charming
smile and looking out my window.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you," I said, "I doubt
you'd be accepted by Dr. Darrigton with just a low C in
110. Maybe you should take an incomplete and retake it
this summer."
"Yes, I suppose I could do that." She turned and looked me
straight in the eye. I must admit that I had to struggle a
bit to not lower my gaze. Those fiery green eyes were hard
to stare into, and the fact of my hardening cock did not
help either. This was a student! Probably 19 years old at
the most.
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on my desk, batting
her eyes. "I had another thought, though."
"Oh?" My throat was suddenly very dry, and my voice barely
made a sound.
"Maybe some... extra credit work? You could replace some
of my early grades with new ones, if my work was good
enough."
I was a little crestfallen. I really did not expect
anything else, but now it was clear that she was just
asking for a break, like so many students had. And my
answer would have to be the same to her as it always was to
them. "Well, you see that's just not fair to the other
students. I mean, they had to sink or swim based on their
work, without any second chance. If I give you a second
crack at it, this means you're getting more than they are."
She sat back in her chair and smiled. "Well, that's true.
But I'm willing to do things they probably are not, in
terms of the extra credit work."
"I wouldn't even know what to assign you. My class plan
includes all the basic elements of the science. What would
you do?"
"Some special things," she said, standing. Again, she
locked her gaze into mine, and I could not look away. I
was aware, however, that her hands had moved to the snaps
on her shorts.
Snap! The first one went, parting her shorts and drawing
my eyes to the gap it created. Her skin was whiter there,
but still smooth and perfect.
"You see, Dr. Kiley..."
Snap! Another snap, and the gap grew. Now I could barely
detect a few wisps of her blond pussy hair, making it clear
that she wore no panties. I tried to speak, unsure of what
I would say if I could have, but my dry throat would not
cooperate.
"...I have a lot to offer the department..."
Snap! Three of four. Her hands applied constant pull to
the flaps of parting material, so her pussy hair was
completely exposed now. It was fine, blonde, and curled
into a little twist.
"...and especially a professor like you..."
Snap! All gone now. The pussy hair ended a finger's width
above the beginning folds of her nether lips. She shifted
her hands, slowly, and began to pull the shorts down over
her hips.
"...who might take me under his wing."
The shorts dropped to the floor. Her pussy mound was
simply delicious; fine and delicate and small, yet rounded
and ready. My eyes were fixed upon that perfect cunt, when
she sat back in the chair and our eyes locked again.
Seated in the chair, her gaze full of fire and lust, she
began to spread her legs, draping one over the arm,
revealing her pussy and allowing the lips to part slightly,
her dew glinting in the light that came through my blinds.
Her hands her working the knot in her blouse now, and
before I could try and speak the blouse came away, her
large, full breasts swaying into view. Her aeriolas were
large and bright pink, the nipples erect and intensely
suckable.
Now she was nude on my guest chair, her legs spread and her
tits rising and falling with her breath. She ran her
tongue over her full lips.
"I am willing," she began, her voice a soft, sultry
whisper, "to let you fuck me in the pussy or the mouth, as
you wish, as often as you wish, for the rest of the
semester." Her hand had moved to her pussy now, and she
was stroking the area around her clit with a long
fingernail. "For a simple grade of B+, I will become your
sex slave. What do you say, doc?" She smiled, and I found
myself smiling in return.
Up to this point I had been too stupified to speak. This
young girl had a simply perfect body, and here she was,
offering it to me, for five weeks. But something in her
smile told me she was pretty desperate, and something in
me, a wolfish thing, responded.
"So, that's your proposition, is it?" I said, a commanding
tone asserting itself in my voice.
"Um, yes," she said, lowering her leg and clasping her
hands together. She was obviously suprised that I had not
simply fallen at her feet. Maybe others had. I almost
had.
"Well, how do I know what I'm getting if I agree?"
"I've shown you everything," she said, a slight whine in
her voice. "What more do you want?"
"Well, you're a fox, no doubt, but you might be a lousy
lay. No, I think a little demonstration of your sexual
technique is in order. You do a good job, and I think we
have a deal."
Her smile returned, and she ran the tip of her tongue over
her upper lip. "No problem, doc," she said. "I'm sure I
can satisfy." She stood and walked around to my side of
the desk, her hips shifting as she walked, that cute pussy
drawing my attention away from her lovely tits.
"You'd better lock the door," I said, scanning her body up
and down as I pushed my chair back from the desk.
She knelt in front of me and began tugging at my zipper
with one hand while she massaged my hard cock through my
pants with the other. "That's what I did when I droppped
my bag," she said, then giggled a little at my suprised
look.
She freed my aching dick from the confines of my pants, and
began to jack the shaft slowly as she blew a little stream
of air at the head. The effect was awesome, especially
combined with the anticipation I was feeling.
"Nice cock, doc," she said. "Would you like me to suck
this nice cock for you?" Her eyes shined in the sunlight
streaming through my venetian blinds. I was thankfull for
a fifth-floor office.
"Yes," I said, mesmerized.
"Yes? Shall I lick it and suck it, until you cum in my
mouth?" She bit her lip, her eyes dreamy, her blond hair
just barely brushing the insides of my thighs.
I nodded, unable to speak now.
"Oh, I can't wait to feel your cum in my mouth, warming my
throat as I swallow it..." She was obviously turning
herself on with the hot talk, but I doubted she could be as
ready as I was. Her soft tongue snaked out from between
those full lips and stroked the glans wetly as her hand
continued to jack my dick shaft. I grunted at the hot
sensation, and she smiled, opening her lips and taking the
head of my cock into her sweet mouth.
She applied a light suction as her tongue bathed the head
of my dick with slow, wet, lingering strokes. Her lips
were amazing; as they wrapped around my cockhead, I felt
little caresses encircling my cock, all from the massaging
movements of her lips. I had to concentrate carefully to
avoid cumming right then.
She withdrew my cock from her mouth and blew another stream
of air over the now wet head. The coldness was startling,
but when she immediately took my cock back into her mouth,
the contrast made her mouth seem so fiery hot. She took
the head deep into her mouth now, allowing her tongue and
lips to slide farther down the shaft until about half my
cock was inside. This she did slowly, carefully, her lips
and tongue never ceasing their small movements. Again she
withdrew her mouth and blew on the wet flesh of my dick,
then quickly took it back in, warming it and sucking it.
She began to suck more quickly, her head bobbing as she
took my shaft in and out of her mouth, my cockhead never
leaving. On each downstroke she took me fractionally
deeper, her tongue occasionally reaching out along the
underside of my dick, past her lips, stroking the shaft
with long writheing licks. This girl's mouth was made for
sucking, that was clear. As a single, fairly well-off and
attractive man I have had my fair share of blowjobs, but
this redefined the art for me. Her small, wet mouth was
like a sucking machine. I felt her warmth and her caresses
along every inch of my cock.
As I felt my cum beginning to percolate up from my balls,
she finally reached the base of my cock, her strokes never
ceasing, and now as she was taking me all the way into her
mouth and down her throat, she began to twist her head from
side to side, the rotation adding a third level of
stimulation to my dick. I was going to cum any second now,
and I knew it was going to be a massive orgasm, perhaps the
biggest of my life. My head was swimming.
Then she pulled her mouth away and smiled at me, her green
eyes flashing. She went back to just her hand jacking the
shaft.
"Wanna cum, doc?" she asked, tilting her head and assuming
a look of total innocence.
"Yes, please," I said, my cock farily vibrating with the
need to cum. She was jacking me just enough to keep me on
the edge, but not enough to push me over.
I tried to move my hips, to force out dick faster through
her hand, but she just slowed her strokes to compensate,
and I could not cum. "Sure?" she said, a mischevious grin
on her face. "Don't you want to fuck my pussy first, to
slide this nice hard cock into my tiny wet hole?"
This talk was driving me insane. All I wanted to do was
cum, somehow, anywhere. "Later," I said. "Suck me, make
me cum."
"Mmmmm," she said, closing her eyes and taking my dick back
into her mouth. She liked hot talk too, obviously. She
began to suck me deeply again, her lips and tongue
squeezing and stroking, and I came.
The first spurt felt like a firehose had been turned on, my
cum pouring from me in a thick pulse. I was suprised that
she swalloed this with no strain. But then my cum starting
to really pour out, spurt after spurt, more cum than I
thought I could possibly produce, and soon I overwhelmed
her mouth. Thick strings of cum began to squeeze out of
the corners of her mouth, and her tongue strained to catch
them. Soon I felt cum dripping onto my balls, mixed with
her hot saliva.
When the spurting had stopped she gave my shaft a last,
long, hard suck, then began licking the cum from my thighs
and balls. My vision had gone "sparkly" for a moment, and
she looked like a fairy, her face and tongue darting over
my groin, licking and kissing. When she was done, she
moved up and straddled me, sitting facing me on my lap, her
legs folded and her knees on the arms of my chair. I could
feel her wet pussy pressed up against my deflated cock.
Her big tits were hovering in front of my chest and I
watched them rise and fall as she breathed.
"So, doctor Kiley, is a semester full of blowjobs like that
worth a B plus?" She licked her lips suggestively then
blew a cool stream of air at my face.
"If your pussy is half as good as your mouth we have a
deal," I said, amazed that I had the strength to ask for
more when I would have willingly died for five weeks of
blowjobs from her.
"You mean this pussy?" she asked, and I felt her pussy
flex as she tensed her muscles. "This little pussy? I
think you'll like it."
Then an incredible thing happened. As she moved her pussy
muscles I felt the head of my soft cock being drawn up into
her, as if her pussy was sucking me in. She moaned and
drew my right hand to her left breast, and as I rubbed and
thumbed her hard nipple, I felt my cock begin to rise. She
looked suprised too - she was not expecting this to work so
well - as my cock grew into her. My the time I was fully
hard again I was buried in her buttery cunt, and the
feeling of her soft pussy enveloped my cock and seemingly
my whole body.
This sensation obviously turned her on greatly. I felt her
pussy getting warmer and wetter by the minute as she began
rocking her hips. I leaned forward, bringing myself to my
feet and laying her back on the desktop, all my papers and
things pushed onto the floor as I slid her onto the desk.
I was standing between her legs now, and I could see her
small pussy stretched as I began to pump in and out of her.
I looked at her face and her eyes her were closed tightly,
her head slowly turning from side to side as I fucked her.
I could not believe how hard I was so soon after having
just cum. It was like I was fucking her with a steel pole,
and she loved it. Her hips were churning and snapping and
I could feel her heels in my back, pushing insistently as
we fucked.
"Nice pussy, Lisa," I said, and she moaned. "So tight and
hot. Do you like my cock in there?" She grunted in the
affirmative, and I doubled my pace. She hissed in a long
breath and began rubbing her nipples.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she was chanting just under her breath.
I started a circular motion in my pumping, the feel of her
pussy walls driving me mad, and she responded with circles
of her own. Suddenly her pussy tensed, gripping me like a
fist, and I could feel her cum. Her face was rock still,
and she seemed suspended there, her body a tense, vibrating
thing as her orgasm grew. Then she hissed again, and drew
herself up on her elbows. She stared right into my eyes as
she came, high whines coming from the back of her throat,
the hot slick wetness pouring out of her, around my
throbbing, pumping cock, and dripping onto the floor. Her
hips were really bucking now, and I felt my cum begin to
rise. Not knowing if she was on the pill or not, I thought
I should warn her.
"Gonna cum, Lisa."
"Cum in me. Just cum in Lisa's pussy," her voice was
breathy and wild, and that combined with the sensation of
her hot pussy drew another massive orgasm from her. The
dripping cum doubled in quantity as my seed spilled out of
her crack each time I pumped into her. My cock was pusling
like a giant vein, and I felt feint. Soon I collapsed
forward, driving her flat on the desk, kissing her tits
wilding and sucking her nipples. She was still cumming,
but the waves were fading, and I felt my cock slip out of
her.
We laid like that for several minutes before she licked my
ear and said "That was great. We have a deal?"
"We have a deal," I said. "Same time every day."
She pulled her head away and looked suprised. "Sure you
can handle that," she said, a sly grin on her face.
"You bring out the best in me, girl," I said, and showed
her that my cock was only semi-soft.
"Tomorrow," she said, laughing. "I gotta get to class..."
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