Freshman Phallusy 8
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
Thursday, back in English Lit or Hot Prof 101 as I now called it. There she was and I was right up front again. My powers of observation were fired up ready to evaluate every stitch of what I could see and imagine every sexy lacy part that I could not. Anticipating my enjoyment of class I had wriggled into tight fitting hip hugger panties. They sat low across my butt but feeling them there only enhanced my thrill of wearing them all day. Up top, my laciest bra. Something just told me I needed that one today. Mixed feeling on the chosen shirt. Didn't want anyone to know what I had on but part of me hoped there might be a lacy hint available for anyone to find interesting.
Prof. Atwood had on another mid-thigh straight skirt, tweed would describe it best. The style seemed to accent her waist, hips and those oh so long luscious legs, today in plain sheer black hose. I was working on hardness before she made it to the front of the classroom. She looked straight at me and said "good morning Aaron". She knew my name already. Thats hot!
"Your assignment was to read the passages from the playwright. I will be selecting a few of you to come up front, write a line or two on the board and then analyze the words, construction and meter of the piece for the class."
My brain was screaming `please don't pick me. I have a raging hardon. If I can even stand it would be rather embarrassing'. She went elsewhere. Thank goodness.
My reprieve was short lived. After 3 kids had presented, Atwood walked over to me and said I was next. I think she had noticed my discomfort sitting and wanted to have some fun with a frustrated freshman. I wrote a passage and went about the description and explanation quite expertly I thought. I tried to face the board most of the time hoping the bulge would not be noticed. I did not realized the failure of that idea until later.
New work assigned. Class dismissed. As I passed the desk Ms. Atwood handed me a post-it note with a room number saying. "My office, 5 o'clock, you better not miss it." She was kind of emphatic and I worried that I was in trouble for some reason. Only days into class? What had I screwed up?
After my other classes there was no time to consider changing plus, being nervous about having to see my professor, feeling my bra and panties against my skin was comforting. I knocked and was welcomed in. A compact but very nice library looking space. Lots of bookshelves etc. Yes a lit prof would have a lot of books.
"What's up professor?" I inquired while entering.
"Please call me Ms. Atwood. Professor is too formal." Pointing to a straight back wooden chair she requested that I take a seat. "Relax Aaron it is nothing bad. You are not in trouble. In reality it is the opposite. I saw something special in you today and would like to discuss it and explore it with you."
She came from behind the desk and seeing her form up close created another pants problem. Those long legs stretching the form fitting skirt with each step. Oh my!. I began a subtle squirming in my seat as she almost floated in front of her large wood desk.
She rested her fine backside on the edge, legs together with that glossy sheer hose almost daring me to touch them. I was very aware that my nipples had hardened in my lace underwire bra and they were poking at my shirt. Could she see this?
"So, Aaron. Show me your bra." She sure as hell had my full attention then. "Did you not hear me? I want to see what pretty wonders my new sissy student has chosen to wear to my class."
I had a blank stare. "In class I gave you a break not calling you first as your visible discomfort told me you might have a problem in your pants. A lot of teenaged boys tend to react to this fine example of womanhood the same way."
As those self-loving words left her lips, her fingers kind of flipped her lustrous locks from her shoulders and her hands glided downward over her well endowed chest, then her hips. At the breasts she paused a touch to give them a little cupping gesture. At her hips they gave a sway. Over the skirt and slowly, so slowly, over the stockings to the bottom hem and stopping at her knees. As her fingers stroked her thighs I could actually feel the smoothness of the sheer glossy hose myself. Hot sexual thoughts were going to explode my brain or maybe the warm wet flow in my panties would become a full on blast.
"Cuming in your pants Aaron? Does teachers body make you crazy horny? I bet your sissy dick is in pain being all cramped up in those low slung panties you are wearing."
My bugged out look informed her I had questions.
"I will explain young man or young lady. We will see on that one. It was obvious from your first moments in class that you found me attractive. I get a kick out of getting you young ones all fired up. I fantasize at home that your are all back in the dorm pumping your hard dicks inspired by thoughts of your sexy professor."
"I am very good at watching closely to see what actions tend to get you going the most. Seeing your eyes laser like focused on the detail of my outfit; All the buttons, the darts in my blouse, the gold side zipper on my skirt, where the hem lay on my legs, and your extended stare analyzing my patterned stockings, gave me all the info I needed. You didn't think I would notice your band and strap display thru the back of your shirt while you wrote on the board? That got me going a little too. And your jeans do not hide your panty line when it is halfway up your butt.
I told my husband right after class on the phone, that I was pretty sure I had a new sissy boy for us. That fired him up because he is a sissy too. He wears the most feminine under garments full time. I buy them for him as it turns me on as well seeing him all girly and willing to serve my every need."
Holy shit I thought. She is telling me all of this?
Leaving the edge of the desk she walked slowly past me and I heard the latch on the inside of her office door click. The her hands came to rest on my shoulders as she stood behind me still seated in the chair. Her palms rubbed them as her fingers seemed to be exploring the presence of bra straps, their design and tension.
"I was right wasn't I. My new sissy student has on a pretty bra. You did not think any one would notice?"
Her hands slid down my front and her fingers fluttered over my kind-of-girly boobs. Finding my nipples puffy and hard, like little rocks in your pocket, she pinched them. I moaned.
"Yes you like mistress Atwood to play with your hard sissy nipples."
Mistress Atwood? What the hell was with that? But the actions felt so good I was not going to question.
After her first good feeling of my chest she, again, sat on the edge of the desk. "Now! Show me your bra! Get that shirt off right now!" She certainly was insistent. Later I would understand and accept and even enjoy this mistress sissy relationship.
I fumbled down my buttons and the shirt hung loosely. "Lose the shirt!" Let it fall from my shoulders leaving my fully flushed and embarrassed body on full display. She had me stand before her and allow her an overall look. Her eyes and fingers attended to all the fine details of my sexy bra.
"Yes. Wow you actually have some real boobs in there. Lifting weights? Hormones? Massage? Or just a long history wearing a bra?"
I was nodding the whole time. "So, all of those. Thats a good sissy. You love having real tits don't you?
They are your best friends, Right?"
"Such sheer cups. Your underwires are perfect for you and the lace trim all around. Lovely! How many times a day do you sneak into the bathroom and pop a few buttons in front of the mirror to check your pretty bra?
Don't try to deny it. You do that."
She was correct.
"Stand up and lose the pants. Let's see what is causing your pantied discomfort."
Me up, pants off in a flash.
"Oh, Nice! You like satin?" I nodded. "For a panty boy you seem well equipped. Do you suck cock?"
With a quiet worried tone I responded "Yes"
"You like girls, correct? Not really attracted to men but thief to a cock in your mouth?"
Nod.
"You just like to suck things?"
Nod.
"Ever eat pussy?"
"No."
"That is No! Mistress."
"Yes mistress."
At this moment I was still standing before my professor. My almost naked body for her to enjoy.
She told me to kneel as she stood and hiked that sexy tight skirt high enough to display the lace tops of her hose clinging tight to her perfectly sculpted thighs.
"You like this?" I nodded more. "Kiss my lacy tops. You know you want to."
Leaning in my lips awareness of the silky surface had my saturated panty problem growing. Her hands on my head drew me up into contact with the scratchy lace parts. "Higher?" She inquired.
"Yes mistress." I had no idea who I was at this point. Lost in a sex dream like i never envisioned happening.
Ms. Atwood raised her ass briefly from the desk, hiking her hem to her waist. Took both hands to my head and mashed my face into her pantyless and hairless, moist, pink pussy while wiggling a bit to get me in just the right spot.
"Eat my cunt, sissy bitch! Use that cocksucking trained tongue on my pussy. Tease that clit. Lavish my lady lips and get your tongue up in my twat!"
My hands resting on her thighs, push out to open the space as she worked my face with her hands while aiming my actions at certain parts that demanded attention. She rambled on, between intensely loud moans, about how she would train me as a great lesbian lover for her frequent gratification. I had never been so high on sex. Yes I loved sucking cock but this warm wet pussy gobbling was a treat as well.
Atwood was rocking back and forth on the desktop as my lips and tongue reamed her private areas. While Oh God yeses spewed from her mouth, she released my head, grabbed both hands and put them on her still bra covered tits. Oh hell this was heaven.
"Work my tits. Rip my nipples off. Oh God Cumming!!!" Suddenly, twisting those hard extended nubs acted like opening a faucet and gushing juices soaked my face. Girls could spew? Fucking yummy though the slick sensation of drowning in a hot milf crotch.
I think she passed out for a minute. I know I was exhausted. Her pussy drained, my dicky drained, all energy gone, I slumped to the floor still wearing just my bra and panties. The top drenched in sweat and teachers twat slop while the bottoms soggy with my own massive accumulation of cum.
The well satisfied and still breathing, panting, glowing Ms Atwood sat up. Looking at me slumped on the area rug surrounding her desk she says. "You look a fucking mess sissy boy. Go clean yourself up in the lav over there and bring me a washcloth and towel."
"Yes Mistress."
`Aaron. Lose the mistress part. We are finished for today. It is just Ms Atwood and you now. I have to ask. When you assume your female role do you use another name?"
"Erin. Profesor. I think it works right?"
"Yes. I like it and thank you Erin for the lovely evening. Maybe my husband Stephanie/Steve will want you over for dinner."
I, of course am thinking, any food not from the cafeteria is fine with me, until she added. "He loves eating sissy dick especially once my pussy gets it really wet."
Oh Shit!
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