One-on-one study session...kinda.

You watch the faces of your students as they leave...alright, that's a lie. You're just staring at their tits and asses. The only thing you really notice above their shoulders is their hair color, and even then it's a bit of stretch. You settle on one with nice, jiggly tits and follow her out of the class. You don't really have a plan in mind, but you figure it will probably involve you bouncing your balls off her chin until the morning.

While mingling in the crowd, you let your hands roam over the ladies closest to you. Cop a feel here. Pinch a cheek there. Just a bit of fun to keep you amused while you decide how you want take your cock sleeve of the moment.

Eventually, you leave the building and the crowd thins out. You loosely follow behind her, taken in by the hypnotic swaying of her ass, somehow tucked into tight, white leggings that cling desperately to her hips. You manage to drag your eyes up to see that she is wearing some low-back top that you bet has a low front, too. Her long, blonde hair hangs loosely down her back. You're already fantasizing about wrapping it around your fingers. You can picture yourself standing above her, hair wrapped around your fist. You see a pleading look in her eyes as your free hand slowly pulls her top down, exposing her bountiful bosom. Her hands paw your pants, raging erection beneath, only a thin layer of fabric in the way of your tool tickling her tonsils. A moment later, that same face is smeared with a thick layer of saliva and semen as you continue pumping out load after steaming load. That face then changes to a look of shock as you roughly shove your cock past her lips again. You'll show her that there are no slackers in your class.

That last thought startles you. You're not really a professor. You're only pretending to be one so you can get your rocks off, right?

You shake off the weird feelings those thoughts bring and look around. Without realizing it, you followed her into what must be the student union. She's at a standing table sipping a coffee. Is she waiting for someone? You realize that you're just standing out in the open, staring like a creep and move to a nearby table as well. You feel oddly rattled for the moment and put off approaching her. You decide to wait for the time being.

After just a couple of minutes, she is joined by a buoyant, bouncing woman. "Amy, hi!" She calls loudly as she joins her friend.

"Hey, Betsy," Amy replies calmly. The two ladies begin chatting amicably.

You take this time to check out the new arrival. Betsy wears tube a top that she is constantly adjusting, lest her D cup tits slip out of it. Below that, she has on a pair of severely cut shorts that ride up, leaving much of her ass exposed. The effect is only heightened by the high heels she has on and the fact that she is bending over the table. Her blonde hair is even longer than Amy's.

"Oh. My. God. How was your first blowjob class?" Betsy asks. "You have to tell me all about it! I'm dying to take it but I couldn't get in."

Amy shrugs noncommittally, "It was all right, I guess."

Betsy doesn't seem to notice. "I heard that Professor is the best. He makes sure that everyone gets plenty of practice, and..." she leans in and fails to whisper, "I heard he has an amazing cock. It's at LEAST 10 inches, right?" She grins and bounces while looking at Amy, eager for confirmation.

Amy looks annoyed. "I don't know. I didn't measure it. He had some freshman blow him today."

Betsy just squeals and giggles uncontrollably. "Oh, I bet that was so hot, right? Did he jizz on her face? Did he pull her hair? Oh Em Gee, I could get off just watching that." Amy only rolls her eyes in response.

The stirring in your pants tells you that it's time to go join the conversation. You adjust your belt line and throw your shoulder back, doing your best to strut. You only succeed in looking like an idiot. "Ladies," you greet them as you approach the table. "I hope you learned something in class today, Amy."

Betsy suddenly clutches Amy's arm tightly and jumps up and down, letting out another squeal. Amy shoots her an annoyed look before replying, "yes, professor." She doesn't seem interested in talking.

Betsy, on the other hand, has finally found her words. "It's him. It's him. It's actually him!" She bounces some more, completely oblivious that one of her nipples has finally broken free of its confines. "Oh my God, it's you! Professor David," she's fanning herself now. Is she going to cry? "I'm, like, such a big fan. I am so excited to take your class next semester."

"Well, I look forward to having you." You smile at the obvious double meaning. "Perhaps, if you both were interested, I be willing to give a private lesson. Think of it like a preview." You're just talking to her nipple now.

Amy looks unsure, but Betsy has stars in her eyes. "Yes, yes, yeeeees!" she practically screams in delight.

"I'm not..." Amy starts to say, but Betsy rounds on her immediately.

"Don't you ruin this!" She's nearly shouting. "We can no longer be friends if you blow this for me!"

Wow. She's intense.