There was one particular maths class that I was finding especially hard. The lecturer happened to be a very attractive, forty year old woman called Professor Garcia. Everyone in the class fancied her. One of the reasons was that she had very large breasts, and she always wore a button up blouse. Her big breasts stretched the buttons to their absolute breaking point, the top two leaving a gap that exposed her lacy bra, and the top button especially looking like it would ping off at any moment.

Maybe that’s why I was struggling in that subject. All of us students were just staring at the top button, just waiting for it to fail and expose her beautiful tits.

This one week, I was feeling particularly distracted by her. All I could think about were her tits, and I was even getting hard in the lecture. At the end, she dismissed us all, but then read out a couple of names that she wanted to speak with after, mine included.

I waited patiently at the front as she spoke to the other students on the list. And then it was my turn. I hadn’t been this close to her before, and I could smell her perfume and see her long, dark eyelashes. I tried my best not to glance at her cleavage. I was totally smitten.

“Ah, Laurence,” she said, “I see you’ve transferred from a UK university this semester.”

“That’s right,” I replied.

“How are you finding it?” she asked.

“Kind of tough,” I admitted, “The syllabus isn’t quite the same and there’s some things I feel like I’ve missed.”

“That’s fair enough,” she said, “I see your grades in the UK were very high, but you’re not doing quite as well here. Is there anything extra we can do to bring you up to speed?”

“I don’t know,” I said, not sure what sort of help was available. I tried desperately to keep my eyes fixed on hers.

“Look, why don’t you come by my office and we’ll have a chat about what the problems might be and how we can help?” she said.

“That would be really helpful,” I said, giving in and taking a good look down her top. Fuck, her breasts were amazing.

“So, how about tomorrow at 9am?” she said.

“Yes, of course, thank you!” I replied.

***

When I mentioned to Brad about my meeting, he punched my arm and said, “You lucky fucker. I’ve heard rumours about what happens in her office.”

“Shut up,” I said, “It’s not like that. She wants to help with my grades.”

“Uh-huh,” he said with a smirk, “Like fuck she does. Well, enjoy it, and if you get a chance try to get a photo of those juicy tits for me!”

***

The next day, I knocked on her door at 9am sharp. “Come in!” she called.

I opened the door and went inside. Professor Garcia was sitting on her desk, her long legs crossed one over the other. She was wearing her famous blouse and a smart skirt that was high enough that I could see her lower thighs.

“Good morning, Professor,” I greeted her.

“Please, you can call me Jayne when we aren’t in class,” she said.

“Thank you, Jayne,” I said, although it sounded uncomfortable, like I was being disrespectful. She invited me to sit down, and I sank into the guest chair. She was still sitting on the desk, so I found my eyeline was now level with her stunning legs. I swallowed hard.

“So,” she began, “I’ll be straight with you. I’ve asked around and I’m hearing rumours that you’re… not concentrating fully on your studies.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart sinking.

“Well, to be frank, I’m hearing that you’re being a bit of slut.”

“Excuse me?” I said, not believing what I was hearing.

“That you’re spending your time fucking girls instead of studying,” she continued. “And not just that, I hear that you’re more than well equipped for it.”

I was very surprised that my lecturer had heard rumours about the size of my cock. I suddenly realised the way she was looking at me. She slowly uncrossed her legs and then crossed them the other way. My eyeline was level with her crotch, and I was sure I caught a glimpse of her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was also completely unshaved. Fuck.

I realised I was sitting there with my mouth open, looking stupid. “And to be honest, in class I feel like you’re distracted by my cleavage,” she continued.

Feeling I had to defend myself, I said, “Everyone in class is wondering how that top button doesn’t break.”

She reached up to it. “This one?” she said. Then she unbuttoned it. Her blouse popped open and her huge breasts spread out of it, covered in a white lacy bra. I could see her dark nipples through the material. My cock immediately stiffened in my pants. She continued to unbutton the blouse, and then removed it, standing up in front of me in just her bra.

“Is this what you were hoping to see?” she asked in a sultry voice.

Jayne moved closer, lifting up her skirt. I was right, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Seeing her dark, thick bush only made me harder. She lifted up one leg and put it on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. Then she pushed her pussy right into my face.

I could smell her arousal, subtle but intoxicating. My mouth went dry as I stared at her pussy, the pink lips extending below her curly hair. She was so close I could feel the heat coming off her.

"You're here for a reason, Laurence," she said softly. "And it's not just to talk about your grades. I can’t stop thinking about you fucking all those dirty girls in my class."

I couldn’t resist. I leaned in and pressed my lips against her pussy, my tongue slipping out to taste her. She let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

"Good boy," she whispered, although I could barely hear her over the pounding of my heart. “Lick me out like you do those other sluts.”

I licked her eagerly, my tongue exploring every inch of her cunt. She was so wet. She tasted incredible, and the way she moaned and writhed against me only spurred me on. Her fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me as I pleasured her. My tongue found her clit and she cried out with pleasure.

I concentrated on that one spot, applying as much pressure on her clit as I could and building my pace until she gripped my hair painfully and came hard, making my face even wetter.

“Fuck!” she breathed, “My sources were right, you do know what you’re doing. Now let’s see if the other rumours are true.”

She sat back on the desk and I stood up, unfastening my trousers and letting them drop to the floor. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled them down too. My hard cock sprang out, rigid and pointing upwards.

“Oh my god,” she said breathlessly, reaching out and wrapping her hand around my shaft. She wanked me slowly, sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

But I had to see her tits. I slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and her huge breasts popped out of the bra. Her breasts were even more magnificent up close, slightly saggy but so heavy, with large, dark nipples. The areolas covered the whole of the front of her breasts, and the nipples were long, hard and pointed. There were stretch marks running in lines downwards, but that only made me harder.

She lifted herself up onto the desk, and spread her legs open wide, making her pink slit gape open. “Fuck me, Laurence,” she begged.

My cock throbbed as I positioned myself between her legs, her hand guiding me to her wet, open pussy. I pushed in slowly, savouring the tight, warm sensation of her around me. She gasped, her back arching as I filled her.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Just like that."

I started to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Her pussy clenched around me, making me groan with each stroke. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I felt like I was going right up inside her.

"Harder," she begged.

I increased my pace, my cock slamming into her with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, the sight of them driving me wild. I reached out and squeezed them, feeling their weight in my hands and teasing the nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her hips bucking against mine as I watched my cock penetrate her. "Fuck, I'm going to come."

Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clit, climaxing immediately and squirting all over me. “Fuuuuck,” she moaned, as her fluid sprayed out, soaking us both.

I almost came myself, but I pulled out and clenched my ass to try to stop it. She turned around and stood on the floor, bent over the desk. She spread her cheeks with her hands, showing me her gaping wet pussy and tight asshole. I saw that the hair around her cunt spread to her thighs and all around her rear entrance. It was matted and wet from her squirting.

I started to fuck her from behind. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I went hard and fast right from the start, watching her lips gripping my cock as I thrust inside her. Just as I passed the point of no return, she cried out again and I felt her cunt clench and pulse on my cock as I reached my release too, flooding her cunt with my cum.

Panting with exertion, it took me a moment to recover my senses. When I withdrew, cum poured out of her onto the floor. She sank to the ground, her hand between her legs as she recovered herself. “Holy fuck,” she gasped.

Finally, she stood up, reaching for her clothes. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes in," she said with a laugh.

I nodded, quickly pulling on my trousers. As she buttoned up her blouse, I couldn't help but admire her once more. My first older woman, and what a woman she was!

So Professor Garcia put a weekly meeting in her diary. 9am every Tuesday morning, to help me get up to speed with my grades. And she did help me with that. But only after I’d fucked her hard on her desk each time.

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