Freshman Phallusy 7
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
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It was a treat to be back at school. New semester, new classes, new instructors and of course Luke and maybe Eric. I hoped that both might help me meet those other needs that, for the last six weeks, were the responsibility of Buster the rubber cock, thoughtfully gifted to the Erin in me by my stud roommate.
Now the it was winter and my shirts would be heavier they could mask out the telltale sign that I was wearing a bra. This was going to keep my spirits up removing the conflict of outside Aaron and inside Erin that summer weight fabrics fostered. I could be my `she' side full time. Nicer for me much nicer for Luke and his boiling balls constantly in need of a draining.
First two days back we had no actual classes, only orientation stuff to help us locate our new classrooms and were to find campus services that had moved around during the break. That left lots of time in the room. Time which I spent often on my knees, on my back getting face fucked or bent over the desk taking Luke up my ass, to thank him for his thoughtful present and repay all of the pleasure I received from it.
I knew that I still had a big attraction to girls but damn I loved cock. In my throat or in my ass I was a cock slut. The bra was a dangerous thing. Without one I was an everyday straight college kid. Put on one sexy chest confining garment and bingo! CD fag whore needing dick. How would my freedom to wear one full time change me?
Wednesday was the first actual instructional day. My first class, english lit, was not one of those 100 student, big hall, lectures. Hated those. Normal classroom and 35-40 students and a professor. Oh What a professor!
All seated and ready to get started we awaited the Professor Atwood. Pretty sure no one knew anything about this prof. At least it was not some graduate teaching assistant.
Atwood made an entrance. Professor Atwood, Anne Atwood, female, and what a female she was. I was in awe. This brunette beauty was probably fifty years old, maybe six foot tall and certainly not skinny. She, as they say, had meat on her bones. Meat that was in all of the right places. Full lips, obviously nice rack, perfect hips and legs that went all the way up as my dad once commented about a hot high school chick in our neighborhood. It was impossible not to focus on those legs as she wore a black and white checked straight skirt that encircled her hips to perfection and then ending mid-thigh had my eyes popping. God her legs were sweet, and long, and shapely and last but not least enclosed in sheer and patterned black hose that got my juices flowing. It may have just been my jealousy of her beauty.
As she began introducing herself she leaned back on the edge of the huge desk and that skirt rode up a tiny bit more revealing more luscious thigh. Part of me got up more as well. Right in the first row I had a majestic view like seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time.
She started walking as she went on about the class and with each step I swear I could hear and feel the soft swish of those stockinged legs brushing against one another. I knew that feeling and it was not helping me to contain certain parts. Thank goodness I had chosen tight panties for the day or it might have been `tent city' when class ended.
Hard to tell you how hot Prof. Atwood looked. Her glossy strands of reddish brown locks danced over her shoulders as she moved. She had a total professional look with that straight skirt and a white tailored fit blouse. One of those with like15 buttons down the front. I wanted to run up there and undo every last one of them. The close fit of her top tended to accent her figure. There was no question that the woman had one fine set of tits and I could only imagine what glorious garment had the task of confining them. I had to know being so fixated on my own craving for wearing bras.
When she started writing course info on the board my fantasies were coming true. Every defining feature of MILF that I knew of was being displayed. Great body. Sexy smile. Graceful walk. Now facing away from me the last piece was there before my eyes. Across her back the band of her bra was quite visible, either by accident or by design not sure, but all the details I appreciated were there. Mostly lace material with scalloped lace edges, probably two hooks. Like a designer might illustrate, absolutely straight across. The straps ascended from the band in camisole style vertical to perfection before disappearing over her shoulders. No question there was lace trim along them as well. The woman appreciated great lingerie. That was for sure and I appreciated her wearing it even more. Maybe a bunch more female in me than I thought.
Again facing the class I focused all of my optical energy in an attempt to discern the nature of the front construction of the lacy beauty beneath her `damn that fits so well" blouse. This would be my favorite class no question.
I waited until the professor had left as well as most of the students before making my own exit. The prominent bulge in my jeans was not exactly a feature that I wanted to call anyones attention to. Back in the dorm I had to jack off. Prof. Atwood had my wood at attention and it needed relief. Shirt off, pants off, panties down, I stroked, at least I did until Luke showed up.
"So. Good morning in class?" He said in a joking tone.
"You would not believe how fucking hot my English Lit professor is. Classic beauty, maybe fifty, amazing body and from what I could discern thru her blouse she loves sexy lingerie. You know how that gets me going."
Luke gripped the growing bulge in his jeans. "Yes but she does not have one of these I bet. You want some of this slut? How about you suck me off before dinner. A nice appetizer for Erin?"
As his pants dropped I turned, locating my head over the mattress edge, ready for my face fucking. Loving this submissive position I eagerly took his satisfying girth over my moistened lips and accepted the full length into the my drooling cavern for cock, passing over the magic spot and lodging into my throat. Every contact with that point in my mouth just before entering the throat made me so fucking horny for dick. Maybe I had a clit back there something but it sure set me to sucking like a starving animal.
The odd thing at that moment was even though Luke was sawing his prodigious pole of prick in and out of my hungry mouth and firing up every electron of pleasure brain waves, I was thinking about Anne, Professor Atwood. Pictureing her had my own pecker raging as Lukes pistoned pummeling seemed to fill my balls.
Her mysterious tits flashed thru my mind and I lost it. I believe my cum surged a foot into the air before the first hot splash found a landing zone on my chest. Multiple similar arcs of milky sperm spooge followed.
"Holy shit! You were fucking full I guess." He was trying to tell me the challenge I would have ahead of me gathering and consuming all of my discharge when he unloaded in his personal cum dump, my mouth. With all of the saliva generated by the face fuck action there was little room to contain his volumetric eruptions too. Cum flew everywhere. Rivers of gloppy goo streamed from the sides of my lips defeating my efforts to contain it all. A forced evacuation of his spewing cock resulted in a total drenching of my face and his crotch with gonad glaze. This clean up would be a challenge for sure. Both of us benefited from my determination to never waste a drop of tasty glop.
He got his pants back up and left for dinner leaving little old Erin finishing her meal and dreaming about English Literature. And Anne Atwood's lingerie.
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