Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.

It can sometimes be difficult being a college professor. With lesson planning, paper and test grading, plotting the course for greatness for each and individual student, and making sure they all have what is needed to earn their credits in the classes I teach in the history department, I have quite the full plate. Add to that being a single father of a busy nineteen year old daughter, I simply don't have time to find a partner or go on dates. Or, so I tell her every time she brings it up.

“You deserve to be happy,” Alisha implores over her toast, waving her hand dramatically. She hesitates rather than saying it’s what mom would want, knowing it’s a nerve she shouldn’t strike so early in the morning.

“I’m just too busy right now,” I reply, scrolling through submitted reports on my laptop. “We’re over midway through the semester, and students are coming after me for extra credit.”

‘Most wouldn’t have to bother had they bothered with regular credit,’ I think with a grumble, thinly concealed behind my mug of coffee. So many students laze through the semester until they see a poor grade, then panic their way to winter break.

“Maybe if you had someone you wouldn’t be so grumpy to your coffee,” Alisha shoots with a smirk. She bites into her toast with a satisfying crunch, her snide remark rewarded with a frustrated glare from her father.

I put the mug down onto the table beside my laptop with a half-smile, clearing my throat. She has a point, and I know it. There would be more fulfillment in my life if I had someone to share it with. Someone other than my daughter, someone to be intimate with. My eyes scan the screen, but I can’t really bring myself to comprehend much of what I see while my mind wanders.

It’s a small mercy when she leaves for the gym. She’s so good at taking care of herself, and nagging me to do the same. I give her a good eye-roll when she reminds me to do my morning exercises as she walks through the door, smirking into my coffee until I hear the front door close. Knowing it’s the least I can do to help put her mind at ease, I finish my meager breakfast, clean up the kitchen, and start the morning routine.

At a little over forty, it’s annoyingly difficult to maintain a good figure. My hair has grayed considerably from its former obsidian, leaving me with thick salt-and-pepper growth atop my head. I’m fortunate to have a thick head of hair at my age, I know, but wasn’t fully prepared to watch the steady decline of my deep, youthful color. The snug Under Armour shirt gradually becomes more and more damp as I work out, stretched tight over my encroaching dad-bod. I’d let myself go after the passing of my wife, but in recent years Alisha has pushed for me to get myself back into shape. The roundness of my belly has shrunk, almost revealing the abs I used to flaunt in my younger days. My biceps make the shirt sleeves strain pleasantly as I flex in front of the bathroom mirror, and the glint has nearly returned to my gray eyes. It’s impossible to deny that something is missing in my life, and I can’t help but admit, if only to myself, that my daughter has a point.

Showering, dressing, and commuting to the university is all complete within half an hour. My hair is still a little damp when I get into my classroom, having arrived a little late and had to skip checking into my office. I rub a hand over my face, scratching fingers into the coarse stubble on my cheeks as I enter the classroom. Most of the students are in their seats, and the few arriving later than me - if showing up at all - don’t really surprise me. A dry laugh shakes from my chest as I take inventory of the missing, knowing that many of them are the same ones looking for extra credit.

Lindsay perks up as soon as she sees me. A longtime friend of Alisha’s, “besties” since the fifth grade - their bond becoming stronger when her father died while they were in middle school. Her red hair is pulled back in its usual ponytail, and she adjusted her glasses with a pair of fingers when I looked her way. She quickly tucked the lone strand of hair hanging defiant of the ponytail back behind her ear, and her pale cheeks took on a pink tone. The green cardigan hangs open over her light blue top, and I try to avoid noticing her nervousness as she crosses her ankles under her desk. She fidgets with her knee-length skirt, a soft, baby blue fabric that covers her thighs, and I smile as I take my place behind my desk, thinking far from the first time of how cute the girl looks.

After class, Lindsay approaches my desk. I was too preoccupied typing notes from the day to notice, and when she cleared her throat to get my attention, I was embarrassed to be startled. My cheeks reddened as I looked up at the girl, then stood straight opposite my desk to speak with her. Just as my mouth opened, she began to speak. She promptly stopped, not wanting to cut off her favorite teacher, but I smiled and gestured for her to continue.

“Alisha tells me you’re needing some help with the ladies?” she asked in a chipper tone. Her glasses gleamed in the overhead lights as she bounced on her heels, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a reply.

“Oh, is that so?” I reply with a smirk. There was a hint of annoyance in my voice and I crossed my arms over my chest, but tried to keep my demeanor playful. Lindsay had always been my favorite of Alisha’s friends, and I truly appreciated their intent to help me. It really showed they cared, just… I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to move on. Not yet, at least. “What else might she have said?”

“That you’re a stubborn old man, but we already knew that.”

It caught me off guard. My crossed arms drooped a bit, and my smirk faltered as surprise spread across my face. Lindsay looked on with a raised eyebrow, a hand on her hip and cellphone in her other hand. She looked completely natural, as if the comment was expected. The air felt warm, tense between them as seconds ticked away, but then the ruse was over.

“I’m just messing with you,” she said through a brief fit of giggles. “She did say it might be tricky, but I think I have a solution.”

As relief washed through me, I took on a more relaxed stance. Perhaps I should be a bit more open to the possibility of dating? It couldn’t hurt, really. If it didn’t work, it didn’t work, and I could move on. No biggie. But, if it did end up working out…

“Ok, yeah,” I relented with a half smile, half grimace. It felt strained for sure, especially as I rubbed the back of my neck with one hand. “What do you have in mind?”

“A blind date. Set up totally by us, you just show up at the right time and place, no stress, no worries!”

The excited girl held out her phone, the screen on display. It showed the home-screen of a fairly ritzy restaurant, complete with enticing images of expertly crafted foods and the overly complicated name in sweeping, italicized letters. I couldn't help but chuckle through a smirk, thinking of how cliché it would be.

"Blind date, hmm?" I asked while packing my things into my briefcase. My mind was at war with itself, stuck between finding any and every excuse not to go, and knowing these two meddling girls were right. Getting back into the dating pool, and getting some, as my daughter had vulgarly put it once, would do wonders for my-

"You know what?" I heard myself saying before my brain had fully processed anything. "Yeah, that would actually be great. Would tonight work?"

'What the fuck am I doing?' Panic flared in my head as Lindsay squeaked gleefully. She was already tapping away on her phone's screen, presumably making the arrangements. 'Tonight is much too soon - but I can't back out now.'

Back and forth my thoughts raged, so much that I didn't really hear anything my student was saying. Before I could get clarification from her, she had turned and rushed from the room, leaving me reeling in the aftermath of what had just happened. My mind gathered the pieces as I picked up my briefcase and made for the door, and I wondered when I was supposed to show up. Maybe that was my way out of this mess?

Unfortunately… fortunately? Either way, Lindsay seemed to have shared the details with Alisha. The time was confirmed for that night at six, and my daughter was wearing a suspicious grin when she told me of her plans. I crossed my arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, leveling a fatherly glare at her.

"I'm just gonna be out tonight, studying with Tiffany," she said in an overly innocent tone. Her hands were up as she shrugged, wordlessly suggesting that she didn't expect anything to happen. "You'll just have the house all to yourself, alone," my daughter added with knowing eyes, "unless you aren't…"

It was clear this had been planned. I shook my head with a grin I didn't know was there until I was in my own room, and wouldn't have been able to convince anyone that I wasn't looking forward to this date. So many years had gone by since my last romantic outing, that as I dressed in the finest suit my closet could afford, I wondered if I'd remember how. Then again, the mystery woman could very well be in the same boat. Perhaps we would stumble through together, and find our way into bed-

I stiffened while working on my tie. The last thing I needed to be doing was getting all worked up, or hopeful for… that. Just dinner, maybe some drinks, and good, worthwhile conversation. That's all I needed to be after tonight, dipping back into the scene, no expectations for anyone.

The table was set and ready when I arrived. There weren't many people at the restaurant, and where they'd sat me was in a suggestively dimly lit table for two in the back. It was positioned so far from other patrons that I couldn't even overhear their conversations if I wanted to, even if the deafening beating in my ears were to tone it down. After what felt like hours, but was probably just a few minutes - ten at most - I saw the host coming back to my lonely island.

Behind the vested man wasn't a woman as I expected. She wasn't some 40-something divorcee, or widow, and it wasn’t another teacher flaunting a stunning crimson dress which glimmered like a field of rubies clinging to every curve. Nor was my date any kind of stranger. I had a hard time keeping my eyes from getting too wide as the breathtaking beauty sat in the chair the host had pulled for her, and made every effort to keep my eyes from wandering down the arousingly deep front of her dress, shimmering as it curtained over her breasts. Her hair wasn’t in its typical ponytail, rather curled and allowed to cascade freely down onto her shoulders, chest, and back.

"don't be mad," Lindsay whispered in a hushed, urgent tone.

She grimaced as she leaned forward, her light, brown eyes scanning my face from behind her glasses for any clues. Her professor, the father of her best friend, stared a moment longer before seemingly coming to my senses. I blinked and shook my head, as if to shake loose of the unexpected hold her appearance had.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper/yelled back, trying to maintain control of my emotions. "where's the blind-"

She cut me off with another grimace, this one cuter and mixed with a smile. "I'm the date, silly."

It was clear she was trying to keep the situation light, but this was anything but. Warning bells were going off in my head, and I was stammering as I tried to find my words.

"It's ok," she continued, reaching a hand across the table for mine. "I've wanted this for a long time. this isn't out of pity or anything, it's-"

Now it was my turn to interrupt. “Pit-” I stopped abruptly and looked around, checking my volume before continuing. “Pity? What do you mean you wanted this? How long, exactly?”

Lindsay’s eyes darted away, and her already flushed cheeks took on a deeper red. My eyes drifted down from her face, taking in the equally crimson blush on her slender neck, and further on her chest. I found myself distracted by the way her breaths made the dazzling dress shift and sparkle, and wondered if there was anything else separating me from those youthful breasts. A familiar stirring occurred in my pants, and I tried to shake the lewd thoughts from my mind as my attention snapped back up to her face. Her eyes were on me, those glistening pools of honey fully aware of every desire sparking in my head.

“Longer than you have, probably~” she replied with a seductive hint in her voice. “You were my first crush, ~doctor~...”

The way she said it… ~doctor~, the title I’d spent so much time and effort earning, all that arousing need rolling from her tongue… I knew this was trouble. There was so much at stake, so much risk involved with teachers fraternizing with students. But… Lindsay is one of my best? It’s not as though she’s coming onto me to improve her grade, surely there’s no harm? No- It would be wrong to~

As the inner conflict rages, the young woman makes a move to push the night along. Her foot slips out of the stiletto she’d been wearing, and she smiles knowingly at her date as her toes slide up the leg of my trousers under the table. I grip the table with one hand, the silverware still expertly wrapped in a cloth napkin with my other as her bare foot wanders up to my inner thigh. Our eyes lock with palpable tension as her toes glide closer, exploring the obvious lump of my aching excitement trapped beneath my pants and boxers.

“something for me in there?~” she whispers, and I wonder if she can feel my throb under her toes as I take a labored breath.

Before I can respond, the waiter arrives. Lindsay keeps her toes on my groin while we stumble through the specials and place an order, teasing and taunting me the whole time. My hands stay on top of the table, and I do my best to act natural while she torments me surprisingly close to an inappropriately timed orgasm. Once the waiter leaves with their order placed, I bring a hand under the table and catch her foot.

“Lindsay!” I quietly scold, holding her foot in my hand. It’s soft, small, and sends an excited shiver through me to be touching her in such an intimate way. “This is hardly the place-”

The girl laughs as I drag a finger over her smooth sole, tickling her trapped foot. A few people turn to look from several tables away, but they quickly return to their own conversations. Lindsay straightens in her chair, pulling her foot from my hand in the process, and leans forward. A curly strand of red hair dangles from her head.

“Think I can finish the job before he comes back?” she asks conspiratorially, grinning menacingly.

I didn’t quite follow her meaning, as evidenced by the confusion in my face. My head tilts to one side and I glance around, wondering what the young lady meant, but I really just wanted to feel her again. Part of me wanted to put an end to the dinner altogether and go back home, or maybe even to her place, but another part wanted to just end it outright. It didn’t feel right to be risking my whole career for one date, and possibly a night with…

My train of thought careened off course when I realized I was now at the table alone. I looked to my left, then to my right, wondering where Lindsay had gone. Settling back in my chair with a sigh, I relaxed and assumed she had gone to the restroom. Wiping a hand over my face to help collect myself, I started when I felt hands at my waistband. Fingers moved around and worked to relieve my belt, but the tablecloth was too long for me to see much of anything. Apart from the occasional wave from my date bumping the silky covering, there was no outward sign that anything was happening under the table.

The muted sound of a belt coming undone was accompanied by giggling that I could only describe as “naughty.” My pants were unbuttoned, and I felt dedicated fingers pulling the zipper all the way down. Knowing that my face was turning red, I did my best to remain calm and normal while a small hand slithered into my boxers. I nearly coughed into my glass of water as her fingers took me by the shaft, pulling my stiff manhood from its confines and exposing it to her under the table.

“such a pretty penis~” I heard her whisper, and began mindlessly swiping between apps on my phone. Her hand squeezed gently as it moved down my trunk, and I tried another drink of water. A warm, wet tongue slid up the underside of my dick, followed by soft lips kissing my mushroomed head. I groaned quietly into the cup, trying to keep silent as the lips spread around my tip and the warmth began to envelop me.

“Refill your glass, sir?”

With a jump, I realized the waiter had returned. He was holding a silver pitcher, chilled with condensation and rattling with ice water. Lindsay took the opportunity to plunge down, suckling as much of my cock into her mouth as she could as I tried to have a halfway normal interaction. She slithered her tongue under my meat as it plugged the back of her throat, and fought a gagged grunt with her nose still a few inches over my pelvis.

“yESss, please,” I attempted. “Sorry-”, I grunted as Lindsay began sucking her way back up my thickness. “Bit of a headache tonight…”

“I see,” the waiter agreed, accepting the glass and lame excuse. He poured water into the mostly empty cup with a smile, watching the empty chair as shimmering liquid flowed. “And where is the young miss? Powdering her nose before the main course?”

“Something like that,” I replied with a nod, accepting my glass back from the waiter. A hand joins the eager lips traveling up and down my length under the table, and it’s all I can do to not throw my head back in abject pleasure. It had been years, decades since I had felt anything like this, if I’d felt anything like this, and I was rapidly approaching an intense release.

“Let me know if there is anything else. Your food should be out shortly.”

With a curt bow, the waiter turned and made his way to another table. I took the opportunity to slip a hand under the table. I was close, and didn’t want to miss the opportunity to have my fingers in her soft hair when she pushed me over the edge. My hand found her head, and I gripped the edge of the table in my other as she bobbed under my palm. Plump lips rolled up and down, and a wild tongue taunted me as my fingers weaved into her silky hair. Her hand squeezed more firmly as she stroked me, and she began to massage my balls.

Just as my climax started, she sunk as far along my shaft as her mouth would allow and held herself there. The hand on my balls rolled my testicles as my cock pulsed away, sending rope after rope of pent up need into her throat. She swallowed it all down, licking and sucking me to completion as I tried to avoid any inappropriate sounds. As my orgasm faded, her lips maintained the tight seal around me while slipping off. She suckled all the way up, and flicked her tongue over my head as their connection was finally broken. I heard her gasp and take a few deep breaths under the table, and after a few moments the young lady slipped back up into her seat.

“almost spoiled my dinner with that appetizer,” she said with a smirk.

“Almost got us kicked out,” I retorted with an equally charged grin. I brought my cup up to my lips and took another sip, admiring my date over the clear rim.

Lindsay drags a finger around the top of her glass, bringing her foot back to her teacher's leg. She caresses my calf as her foot slides up and down, her eyes boring into mine with something clearly on her mind. Before she can bring herself to reveal the secrets of her thoughts, the waiter returns with a rounded tray balanced on a practiced hand.

“Here we are for the gentleman and gentle…lady,” he says with a smile.

“Actually,” I start, my hand moving across the table. Lindsay allows me to collect hers, nearly beaming as my fingers ensnare her hand. “We may need those to go, if we could? And the check, sir?” my eyes remain on her as I make the request, looking for the slightest sign of resistance or refusal. Instead, I see an increase in excitement in the young woman as she takes a deep breath and fights a shiver, squeezing my fingers as her smile broadens.

“Will the lovely couple be needing dessert tonight?” the waiter asks.

“I think I've got all the dessert I need,” I say, my mouth sprinting far ahead of my words.

The surprise I feel at my vulgar statement is reflected on Lindsay's face as her mouth opens with a silent gasp, but her lips remain locked in a wide smile. Her pale skin burns a deeper scarlet as arousal shakes through her core, and her breaths become noticeably sharper.

“I shall be back with boxes and the check right away,” the waiter assures them as he turns and hurries away.

Within minutes that may as well have been hours, the meal is packed and paid for, and the two of us are making our way to the door. I walk close behind Lindsay, using her firm body to conceal my hard-on, and fighting every urge to grope and strip the young girl as we exit the restaurant. Once we get into the parking lot, I gesture to my car and start to ask if she'd like to ride with me but my words are fed into her mouth.

Lindsay spins around and leans up into me, pressing her body against mine and catching me off-guard. Her lips seal to mine and my open mouth provides easy access for her pink tongue as it slithers forward. She cups my sizeable package through my pants as we kiss, and moans into my mouth as her hand rubs over my cock.

“so fucking hard~” she breathes as our kiss breaks, her glazed eyes locked onto mine.

“mnhmm-yeahss… uhmm,” I stammer, trying to get my mind back on track with the eager girl's hand still caressing my manhood. “so… we could my car to house?” It didn't sound right, but how to correct? I tried again as she giggled and gave me a squeeze. After a grunt I suggested, “I drive to home? Us both?”

“thought you'd never ask~” she replied, smirking as I finally began to lead the way to my respectable sedan.

Fortunately it wasn't a long drive. With incredible luck we sailed down the roads, getting every light green, and being seen by no police as the speedometer showed a clear violation of the speed limit. Every glance I stole of my date as I drove encouraged the further crumbling of whatever “morals” had been holding me back earlier. The young girl seemed to writhe in the seat beside me, gyrating in erotic need as each overhead streetlight flashed by. It was like my own strip tease, especially as she slowly began pulling the thin straps from her shoulders. The sparkling dress peeled down after the removed straps, taunting me with more and more of her taut flesh. If the journey home had much more distance we surely would have suffered a different end.

As it was, the tires squealed as we hit the driveway. The car recoiled on the suspension from the changing incline, and Lindsay giggled as she bounced. Her hands reflexively tugged as her body jerked, forcing the top of her dress down under her jiggling breasts. She made no effort to fix the wardrobe malfunction, choosing instead to move her chest until the seatbelt slithered into the narrow valley of her round, firm d-cup mounds. Sultry eyes locked onto me as she bit her lower lip, allowing me my first look at her stiff, pink nipples.

If there was any flaccidity within my cock on the ride home, it was now eliminated with a fully excited throb in my pants. I grunted as I gripped the steering wheel in one hand, using the other to quickly disengage my seatbelt before throwing my door open. The door slammed shut behind me as I rushed around the car, and I tried to calm myself somewhat before yanking the passenger door open.

Lindsay took my hand as her door swung open. She rose from the seat and fell into my arms, a clumsy maneuver I eagerly accepted as her bare warmth graced my chest and arms. My hands glided up along her smooth back as she kicked the dress from her legs, her shoes both remaining in the car with the discarded, shimmering pile. A gasp followed a strained gulp as I helped her to her feet, and I stood in stunned disbelief that she would actually undress like that outside.

“oopsie~,” Lindsay offered with a coy smile.

The tone and the way she turned and strutted to the house suggested there was nothing accidental about it, but I sure as hell wasn't about to complain. My eyes trailed down the shallow trench of her spine as I started to follow, and I had to remind myself to breathe while my attention settled on her toned ass. Those hips swaying with each step, with a crimson strap hugging her ample waist before rising over each round cheek, rippling at every step… the scarlet thong cutting into her toned butt, guiding my attention right where my aching desire longed to be buried… I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I imagined a scene soon to unfold, watching her bare feet climb my front stoop and giving me brief glimpses of the damp patch of laced panties between the thighs I'd soon be holding in my hands and spreading wide.

Even in the dark of the evening, I could see how flushed the young girl was when she turned to face me at the door. She stood beside the barrier, her cheeks and chest nearly matching her intimate panties. I took my time fishing the keys from my pocket, grinning at the girl as they rattled and clinked before being pulled free. I located the house key and stepped closer, my chest at her cheek as I slid the metal rod into the slot. Before twisting and letting our night continue, it was my turn for some naughty fun.

My free hand, hanging from the arm nudging the nearly naked girl's torso, twisted and wandered along the silky binding of her thong. Her eyes shimmered in the low light as she looked up into mine, and I slowly turned the key in its hole as my fingers followed the strap lower, gliding over the fine lace and feeling the warmth of her loins. A sharp breath shot into my lungs as she leaned back, her shoulders pressing into the side of the house with her hips moving ever so slightly forward. The lock clicked, but we made no movement to enter as my fingertips tucked between her thighs.

The dampness of the young woman's arousal fueled my own, making my erect cock throb almost painfully as my fingertips rubbed under her thinly veiled sex. On autopilot, the hand at the door turned the knob and pushed it open as our eyes remained locked, the urgent need between us hitting a critical level. My fingers curled slightly, feeling her covered lips part around them and the laced fabric. A groan left my lips, greeted by a moan from hers as glistening arousal coated my fingers.

My mind was captive in a swarm of desire, pushed beyond reason at the musical note of her initial pleasure. With one barrier out of the way, I slid my hand up, rubbing against her stiff, obscured clit, and smearing her desperation along the front of her panties. As my fingers arrived at the top of the garment, I made the move that would seal the fate of our night.

No effort was made to resist as my face moved forward, and Lindsay was all too eager to let her legs part for her professor as my hand slipped into her thong. Our lips met with a bestial growl flowing into her mouth, and one hand whipped up to grip my elbow as a pair of fingers curled upwards into the snug embrace of her love. Her tight tunnel constricted around the invading digits, but the generous lubrication of her arousal made entry as easy as it was pleasurable, and she fed another moan into the mouth of her lover.

Our tongues met as we crossed the threshold into the house. Wriggling and dancing in the hollowness of our mouths, twirling to the duet of our pleasure as I guided her into my home. The door swung shut behind us, kicked closed by a blind foot as I moved us both onward. My fingers squirmed within her hungry pussy as it drooled her approval onto my hand and down her thighs. She stumbled backwards, letting the hand with burrowing fingers guide her into the living room as our passion echoed between our grinding lips.

Eventually our shuffling into the darkened house found another obstacle. Lindsay squeaked a grunt into her teacher's mouth as something bumped into the back of her legs, and her eyes flew open in surprise as I gave her a forceful shove. A brief shriek burst from her vacant lips as she tumbled backwards, but the sound dissolved into a lusty sigh as the couch rushed up to catch her. She looked up at me as she reclined back, watching me stand tall and determined before her. Heat bubbled within, fueled by the maddening arousal she felt. Glistening evidence of her horniness graced the insides of her quivering thighs and shimmered up her flat belly, and her mouth opened around a long sigh as her professor brought the juices he'd drilled from her aching entrance to my lips.

Knowing eyes met again as my coated fingers hovered at my lips. We stared into one another's souls, these two bodies on the precipice of merging, and her toes traced the outlines of my shoes positioned between her feet. Her pink tongue slithered out and slid under her lip as I put the honey-soaked fingers into my mouth, groaning audibly at the sweet, tangy flavor of my date. Another nearly painful throb shook the front of my pants as my tongue greedily collected the offered nectar, and my fingers emerged from my suckling lips with little more than my own saliva coating them.

With the first taste slowly wandering into a core memory, I knew what needed to be done. Lindsay knew, too, as I loomed over her on the couch, sinking down to my knees at the girl's feet. Her legs flexed with the effort of robbing the couch of the honor of supporting her ass, if only for long enough for me to pull the straps of her thong down along her perfectly thick thighs. We both began to breathe harder, our hearts beating so rapidly as we sprinted on together with her panties being guided up along her elevated legs. I let my hands rub against the smooth, soft skin of her calves as I sent the underwear up to her heels, and neither of us really knew where the red cloth went from there. Gone, out of sight, out of mind as her legs lowered once more, her thighs slowly spreading with her lover moving forward between her knees.

She was ready, and I was so hungry for her. But… rather than diving into what was sure to be the feast of a lifetime, I got the wicked idea to tease my young date a bit more. As her intimate scent entered my nose, clouding my judgment further and guiding me into her, I hesitated. My lips touched her inner thigh, tasting her warmth and drawing a moan from us both. I moved my arms under her legs, wrapping myself in her and gripping her thighs as I kissed my way closer to her glistening petals. Teeth taunted her tender skin as I nibbled, and just before my next kiss would find her juicy folds, my face turned to her other thigh.

A frustrated sigh broke into a squeal as I bit a little harder, teasing her thigh with just the right amount of pain. I kissed the bitten patch of flesh before moving down further, and grinned between her shivering legs as her fingers curled into my graying hair. Short breaths of wanting cut through her throat as she gently tugged, wordlessly begging for an end to the teasing.

My eyes glanced up, taking in the most magnificent sight: Lindsay’s other hand gripped her right breast, squeezing her nipple as she squirmed on the couch. Her left tit rolled with the chaotic movement of her aroused discomfort, and her pale skin now bore an erotic sheen. Every movement made the most tantalizing parts of my partner jiggle just enough to make me grunt with my own discomfort, and then my eyes focused on the vibrantly pink flower between her thighs. A thin hood of flesh failed to conceal the pearl atop her sex as it pleaded for stimulation. Her folds split beneath her stiff bean, forking into a glistening pair of pink curtains framing the crevasse my body longed to occupy. When my teeth tortured her soft skin again, I watched as her juicy organ pulsated, a slick trail of love drooling down over the winking pink hole between her cheeks.

“beautiful…” I whispered, utterly captivated by the most astonishing pussy he'd seen in my many years. Somewhere in my mind it may have felt like a betrayal to my late wife or even my daughter, but that part was much too buried at the moment to care as my face moved along the canyon of her thighs.

“Please just~”

Breathless words jolted to a halt as my lips latched to hers, and I groaned against her sex with my eager tongue gliding down along her exposed little clit. Her back arched from the couch, and I gripped her thighs more intently to stay anchored to her pelvis as her nectar flowed into my mouth. Beastly growls shivered into the young girl as I devoured her pleasure, shaking my face between her trembling thighs as whimpered wails rang out overhead. Fingers raked through my hair and scratched my scalp as my tongue flicked over her bean, and as I began hungrily suckling the sensitive pearl I felt those fingers gripping my hair much too hard. The girl fought for control of her extremities as ecstasy seized her being, and with all the grace of an intoxicated robot, her hand released its hold of her teacher’s hair. Her eyes refused to focus and began to roll as her body tensed, every muscle bracing for impact with an incredible release as her professor assaulted her clit with that expert tongue over and over and over again.

“fuck me~ fuckme~ FuckMe~ Fuck~Me~NOW~” she demanded, shivering her way into an orgasm.

Not needing to be told twice, I pulled my admittedly reluctant mouth from her steamy opening. My tongue gave her convulsing pussy another quick lick, sure to lap over her precious pearl one last time as I moved back between her spasming legs. I admired my handiwork as I set to remove my clothes, tossing my shirt aside while watching the girl squirm in her climax on the couch. Her pleasure soaked into the cushion under her butt, something I would need to worry about later, but a sight that only further excited me as my pants came undone. Another throb sent a groan from my lips as I stood, and I let my pants and boxers fall to the ground at our feet with my fully erect cock protruding from my pelvis.

“gOd~” Lindsay whispered, convulsing with another diminishing wave of her first climax as she got her first unobstructed view of the organ she’d already had in her mouth. She knew it was big… well, girthy, anyway. But seeing it in all its rigid glory was a different experience.

Even I had to take a moment to appreciate the contrast between us. One knee settled onto the cushion beside her ass, and as I let my manhood hover over her tummy, I wondered if she’d be able to take my full length inside. With my balls covering the slick opening I’d soon be plugging, the engorged, bulbous head of my cock covered her bellybutton. Thick veins bulged along my shaft, feeding enough blood into my member to keep it agonizingly erect as my eyes wandered from the gentle outline of abs outlining her tummy. Our eyes met in the breathless moment, and it was clear we were sharing one thought. A question we both longed to have answered as slender fingers wrapped around the girthy pole.

Down the sensitive tip of my cock moved, guided by her hand. Our bodies shifted as it was sent lower, rearranging for the best angles. Legs opened, hands slid along warm flesh, eyes drifted down to where one organ nestled against the other. I sighed and fought a spasm when my mushroomed head felt the juicy warmth of my student’s pussy, eyes rolling briefly before they snapped to hers. I smiled as I watched her, her eyes focused downwards while her trembling hand held my cock at her entrance. Her body was curled forward, sitting upright on the couch with her thighs spread wide open, curled strands of scarlet hair twirling down from her head as she focused on the task at hand.

“fuck,” she whispered as my tip nudged forward.

Sparks flew through my mind as her intimate warmth began to envelop my throbbing desire. Her breathless word, those flawless globes of flesh on her chest and their stiff, pink nipples, her immaculate hair and eye, just the stunning beauty all around… everything she was giving me inspired something primal. I brought a hand to her neck, letting my fingers slide under her hair and curl behind her head. Another inch of me sunk into her as I held her firmly in my hand, and I groaned at the sensation of her tightness clenching to my determined skin. Her attention shot up to my face as I pulled her head closer, and my lips sealed against hers as my hips moved steadily forward.

Grunted groans clashed with muffled moans as her inner muscles struggled to accommodate such an intrusion. Lindsay’s toes curled tightly as her velvety walls stretched around her teacher’s conquest, and the hand she’d used to help guide me into herself remained between our bodies as the girthy bridge of flesh diminished. Her fingers became pinned between our pelvises, cupping her penetrated folds and feeling a throb echo into her stuffed tunnel. She mindlessly accepted the tongue slithering into her mouth, letting her own flick against her teacher’s as our interlocked bodies came to a rest within one another.

I couldn’t help but agree with her earlier assessment, ‘fuck.’ The word plays in my head over and over as harsh breaths rush from our noses with our lips locked. Our mouths open to allow quick tastes of one another, and I groan into her when she suckles my tongue every time I withdraw the appendage. Every slightest movement stirs my buried cock within her tunnel, and I’m grateful she was brazen enough to drain me earlier in the restaurant. We’d likely be done already if I was still working on my first release. As it was, my stiff, twitching cock savored every second he was allowed to rest within the sauna of her loins.

My lips begrudgingly left hers, but I longed to taste her elsewhere. I kissed and licked a trail to her neck as my hips drew back, groaning into the soft flesh at the crook of her neck as my pillar of desire struggled against her tightness. The cool air surrounding us rushed in to torment my glistening skin as it emerged from her pussy, and her constricting embrace massaged every inch as I withdrew. Her arms wrapped around my back, and I felt the wetness of the hand that had been pinned between us as her damp fingers scratched across my ribs. Soft mewls tickled my lips as I tasted her whimpered moans shiver up her throat, and when my hips swung forward the gentle moan shook into a deeper groan.

The slow pace of my thrusts increased with each dive into my young lover. Over and over I sawed at her tight pussy, drawing lewd sounds from both sets of lips. My closed eyes rolled in pleasure as she moaned louder and louder, and the wet slurping of stretched flesh around hard, sliding meat was quickly becoming too much to bear. There was so much more I wanted to do with her… to her, but the tightening in my balls suggested our fun was coming to its ultimate conclusion. I kept my hand on the back of her neck as my other slid up from her waist. Restless fingers grasped her breast as my head moved, and I fucked harder and faster while guiding her stiff nipple into my mouth. A hungry growl vibrated into her flesh as my lips latched to her bosom, and I taunted her with a calculated nibble.