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Chapter 4 by Milflover311 Milflover311

Teacher i Hate or Teacher i Like?

Professor Donald

I head off to Professor Donald’s classroom. Checking my watch, I have at least thirty minutes until my next class. I run quickly through the halls, passing fellow students. I take note of a few, making a mental note of the girls to use later.

Reaching the classroom, I peak through the window of the door. Professor Donald standing at the front of the auditorium style room, a remote in her hand as she gives her lecture, cycling through different pictures.

I enter the room, making my way to her. Her eyes focusing on me for a moment, then going back to her lecture. Looking her over, her mature body lovely for a woman in her late 40s. large breasts straining against her tight blouse. Pants tight around her wide birthing hips, long legs giving her height almost to my own, despite her wearing flats.

Her dark complexion and hair showing against the bright colors of her clothes. Her plump ass jutting out, giving me a lovely view as I move behind her.

Standing behind her, wrapping my arms around her, hands cupping her full breasts. Squeezing them, massaging them, fondling them. My hard member pressing against her rear. To her credit, Professor Donald never looses a step, continuing with her lecture.

Moving my hands down her body, easily unbutton her pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room when she pauses for a moment. My hands slipping into the waist band of her pants and panties, I push them down, lowering fabric to just above her knees.

Her pussy on full display to the students, my fingers caressing the soft skin, feeling not a bit of hair. Finding her clit, pressing against it, her voice catches for just a moment, my ministrations finally getting a reaction out of her.

My free hand moves to release my hard member. Precum smearing against her soft plump ass. Moving my throbbing tip between her legs, searching for the entrance to her mature cunt. Pushing her forward, causing her to bed at the waist a bit.

Finding the soft entrance, I thrust hard and quick. My entire length burying into her warm wet fuck hole. A small moan escapes her lips as I bottom out, her eyes still on the class, as the students are very attentive right now.

Hammering in her hard and fast, her cunt wrapping tightly around my throbbing shaft. Pressor Donald still working through her lecture, changing slides, teaching her class. My fucking doing little to disturb her lesson.

Gripping her large breasts tightly, hips thrusting fast, using short thrusts. No matter how hard I thrust, her voice continues to drone on like I am not even there. Not even the sounds of my body slapping against her plump ass causing her to pause.

Pulling from her slopping pussy, angling upward, I **** myself into her tight rectum. The tip of my cock opening her up, widening her more and more as I thrust forward. Her pussy juices the only lube I use.

“Oh Fuck…” she suddenly lets out. A large grin on my face as I get the type of reaction from her, I have been wanting. The entire class quiet, eyes and mouths wide open as they watch their stern professor get sodomized.

Hands gripping her breasts tightly, I feel sweat dripping down my face as I hammer Professor Donald’s tight ass. Hips slamming hard against her fat ass. My shaft throbbing inside of her, my orgasm building swiftly now.

Harder and harder I thrust, Professor Donald doing her best to continue her lecture. Moans escaping her lips every so often. Fingers digging into her breasts, almost ripping through her shirt. My orgasm shoots through me suddenly as I bottom out one last time inside her rectum.

My throbbing tip erupting, rope after rope shooting deep inside her now loose ass. Every throb releasing another squirt of cum. Professor Donald standing still, no words coming from her as I empty myself inside her.

Breathing heavily, my shaft actually going semi limp. I slip myself from her ass, putting away my cock. Reaching down, I pull her panties up, followed by her pants. Closing them as she composes herself and continues with the last of her lecture.

I walk from the room, not even looking at the other students, though I can feel all their eyes on me. Looking at the time, I realize I have 5 minutes to make it to class. I quickly run off, heading to my first class of the day.

How goes class?

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