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The College Professor

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Erotic Story Submitted By Anonymous Guest Author

My name is Callie. I'm 19 years old and in good shape. I stand 5' 7" with a curvy C cup figure while still being slender. I have deep brown hair that falls just below the shoulders and have been told that I have bright, piercing blue eyes.

My psychology teacher is Mr. Brighton, who is about 37 but doesn't look it. He has beautiful blue eyes and scruffy brown hair. And his body! I've never seen below his shirt line, but you can tell he has sculpted abs and chest. I've had a crush on him since the beginning of the year.

He has this way of speaking and such a passion for psychology. He paces around the room, glancing at each student when he speaks. On more than one occasion, his gaze lingered on me for quite a while, and I would get so wet from just those looks. He would lock his eyes with mine, excitement filling them. All I could imagine was making love to him, these same excited eyes staring into mine as we did. Then as I snapped back into reality, he smiled at me.

Those smiles! His teeth were perfect, and every smile he gave was genuine. Somehow, though, those glances that he gave to me seemed different. They were full of passionate intensity; at least that is what I hoped I was interpreting.

One day, after the class had left, I walked up to his desk like I usually do. "Uh, Mr. Brighton?" I cooed. "Yes, Callie?" he said. His voice was smooth and oh so masculine. "Do you think you could like, help me with this?" I made up things like help with homework just to talk to him, to hear his voice. "Callie..." he said. He looked up from his laptop and looked at me. But this wasn't just the run-of-the-mill smile.

His eyes were full of caution, mixed with excitement. "You have a 98 in my class. I thoroughly doubt that you actually need help with this. What do you really want?" I was lost. Could this really be happening? "I... Well..." Suddenly he got up and sauntered over to me. He put his hand under my chin and moved my head to look at him.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said. I blushed. I looked at his eyes again. They were definitely desired now. I leaned in and kissed him. He immediately returned. As our tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths, I reached down to unzip his pants. He grabbed my hand. "Let's take this somewhere more private. Come with me to my car." I was so hot and bothered, so I readily complied. He again looked at me with those sexy eyes, now full of lust. Just looking at him made me so hot and wet that I couldn't stand it anymore.

We got in the car, and as we drove, he put his hand on my knee. I hoped he would slide it up and into my jeans, but he didn't. He was such a gentleman. I grabbed his hand and just held it. He looked over at me and gave me a sly, beautiful look. We pulled into his driveway, and I was amazed. He was single, but he had a beautiful beachside house. We walked inside, and he led me upstairs. There was a huge window on one wall and a bed on the other. I walked over to the window and looked out at the ocean. It was beautiful.

I turned around to see an even more gorgeous sight. He just stood there looking at me with those eyes. He locked his eyes with mine as he walked to me and lifted me. "Mr. Brighton..." I moaned. I was so wet by now. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then. "Shh. Call me, Lance, Callie." He put me down on the floor, and my knees almost buckled. He put his arms around me and pulled me, so our faces were an inch away. "I never imagined doing this with a student, but I couldn't stand you sitting in my class every day without wanting you. It has been torture. You are so beautiful."

At that, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. As our tongues played, I reached down and unzipped him. This time he didn't stop me. He unbuttoned his shirt, and I took it off. Finally, I felt his body. And it was better than I ever expected. I kissed down his neck, his collarbone, and his abs. I stopped there and licked and kissed his navel. This was more torture for him, and I knew it. I moved on and pulled down his boxers, revealing his raging hard-on.

I gasped at its size, about 10 inches. I kissed my way down and onto his head. As I licked the pearly white liquid off the head, I tickled his balls. This made him groan, and he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair. Suddenly I rammed his cock into my mouth and began to run my tongue around it. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth. I moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft, and that sent him over the edge. I looked up as he came in my mouth, and he was looking straight at me with those eyes. They were brighter than I had ever seen them, and he looked like a madman. It turned me on.

Then as soon as he had emptied his load, he picked me up and whispered, "Your turn, baby." He moved me over to the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled me into a hot kiss and ran his hand gently down my back. God, his hands were amazing. He ran them around my waist, and I shuddered. As he devoured my lips, he slowly unclipped my bra and let it fall. "Oh, baby," he exclaimed when my breasts were free. The nipples were already erect, and he slowly ran his hands around them. "Oohhhh, Lance..." I moaned. Then he moved his lips down to my nipples and began sucking, and turned his hand's attention to my other breast.

My breath quickened, and he suddenly moved downward to my tummy. I was clutching the sheets and shaking; I was so close to cumming with just his kisses. He slowly undid my jeans, and I lifted my butt to let him slide them off, revealing my red lacy thong. He stopped. "No, pleeease don't stop. It feels soo good..." He just looked at me with those damned eyes! He smiled the most sincere, lovely smile he ever had. It was at that moment that I realized I wanted him with all my heart. He ever so slowly slid my thong off and gave a long, slow lick up my slit. My back arched, and I bit my lower lip and tried not to cum too soon.

Then he ran his tongue over my clit, and with only the slightest lick, I came harder than I ever had. He hungrily lapped up my juices and then kissed his way up my body. I was panting, and I grabbed him and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

At that, he guided his cock to my opening, and I bit my lower lip in anticipation. I shyly admitted that I was a virgin. "Oh honey," he said with concern in his eyes, "you've never done this before?" I shook my head. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I know you're scared. Are you sure you want to do this?" "Of course I do," I replied, still short of breath. "Callie, I promise I won't hurt you for long. It'll only hurt for a second. Are you on the pill?" I nodded. "Now, wouldn't that be a moment breaker?" I laughed as he broke the tension.

"I'm not going to lie; this will hurt, but on the count of three, hold your breath. One...two...three." I held my breath as he shoved his cock inside me. It was the worst pain I ever felt, but I trusted him. He stopped and waited for the pain to turn to pleasure. Suddenly, he began to move in and out of me, and he quickened the pace.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking tight, oh yes!" he moaned. Then the moment came. The moment I had fantasized about since August. As he fucked me faster and harder, he gave me that look of pure, unbridled lust and excitement. Our eyes once again locked, and his eyes flashed with lust. I wrapped my legs around his waist and picked up on his rhythm.

"Lance! Oh my god, I think I'm cumming. Oh, gooooooood!" we came together, and he collapsed on top of me. After laying there for a few minutes, he rolled over next to me and lightly brushed the hair from my face. "Are you okay?" he said. "Yeah, I'm great." I leaned in and kissed him. This was the most passionate of our kisses. Not because of the sex. It was because I trusted him, and he trusted me.

We fell asleep together that night. I thought the next day would be awkward, but psychology was actually better than ever if that was possible. Mr. Brighton acted like nothing had happened, except I saw right to his soul through those eyes. Every time I look into them now, I see his passion for me, and his smiles show that he more than cares.

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