The library was closing down, and I was following her up to the third floor. We screwed in the library many, many times, but this was in a classroom...and Megan looked the part. She was wearing a hot, little skirt and looked like a hot, college coed from some porn flick...but she always did...she was a hot college coed. We all know the tired plot, but this time it wasn't a movie...it was real.
She looked amazing with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a well-fitted, tank top. You wanted to reach out and grab one. When I grabbed her ass under the skirt, she giggled, "We're almost there...you can have all you want, sweetie!"
I quickly realized that the fantasy was becoming reality, because it was exactly what Megan had planned, "Maybe you could be my hunky, professor and I'm your sexy student, working hard for a better grade?"
When we got to the classroom, I paused with a random memory, long forgotten till that moment. There was a big wooden desk centered in the room, a common arrangement, and the desk wasn't anything special...no Resolute Desk...it was just old. When I was maybe 20, I had a hot, history TA, that I wanted to bend over a desk just like this one. I remember she was the sexiest socialist you ever saw; her name was Margaret and she had a British accent. Her last name was "Hatcher" and she had this little joke, comparing herself to Margaret Thatcher. I just shook my head and smiled, thinking our fantasy-driven classroom rendezvous had my dick ready to go through my pants.
I tried to calm down, locking the door and putting my arms around Megan. We kissed and my body meshed with hers; my erection was obvious through my jeans, and that made her smile, "Um...I think your hot, young and sexy...very young and very sexy student will do anything to get that "A." She finds you very handsome and will do anything you want."
I felt her tongue pushing deep and stroking mine. Maintaining the passionate embrace, she sat on the big desk while we made-out. I laid her back over the desk and slipped her panties off, "If you want that "A", you won't need these."
Feeling a nipple pressing against my palm, my fingers dug into her breast. Squeezing into the firm flesh, made my cock twitch. When I shucked her top off, she pulled off the bra. Her breasts were nothing short of breathtaking...especially the boob drop. They have that perfect bounce, and size that forms a sexy crease without a bra...and her puffy nipples were like candy.
The flesh spilled over my hands and I felt her deep moans rumbling through the nipple in my mouth. I kissed her more and trailed my lips up over her neck, whispering, "Young lady, if you want that grade, I think you need to wrap your lips around my dick.
With a sexy Megan grin, she pulled my pants open and pushed them to the floor. When she saw the head poking out the underwear, she squealed and her hand caressed the dick print, rubbing her fingertips over the exposed tip.
"Switch me places, professor...and I'll show you why I deserve it."
She totally played the part, while I moved to sit on the edge of the desk, "Oh my god professor, your cock is awesome...it's big and thick! I hope it fits in my mouth!" When she dropped to her knees, she pulled it back to stand proudly. Leaning forward and grinning, "That's my hunky professor...mmmm...that, professor, is hot!" She looked into my eyes, as she wrapped her lips around me, stretching her lips tight.
Never breaking the sexy gaze, as she slowly pushed more into her mouth, she took it deeper, until the tip met her throat. She tightened her lips and moved them over the shaft, feeling its girth and savoring the sensation of being filled with hard cock flesh.
I groaned, "Fuck...Megan...Megan...mmmm...work that professor dick...work it for that "A"...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's it!" I grabbed her head, and thumped at her throat, not pushing it all the way...just giving it a pounding.
Pulling off she said," Mmmm, I love your cock, professor! Am I doing good?"
"You, young lady, are gifted...a gifted student."
With that, she giggled and grabbed a handful of my ass, to push me back into her mouth. Deep moans of arousal escaped her lips; she really loved asses and always loved to grope mine, but she was ready for more.
She pushed her fingers into her pussy, slowly pumping in and out. With her breathing a little ragged, she grinned, "Professor, I want to show you what I can do for extra credit."
She grabbed lube from the backpack and worked it over the hard flesh and then some inside her pussy. Holding my dick upright, she used her oiled pussy lips to massage the shaft. She worked the pussy over its meaty girth; sliding up and down, I felt her heat on my cock. She shifted her stance to drag it over the head, rubbing back and forth, to give her clit some attention. Then I felt her pussy, again, riding over the surface. It felt good, pressed into me like that, but now I wanted more. Crazy with lust, my eyes locked with her beautiful blue eyes, "Mmmm...yeah, ride me with that pussy...sweetie, get up here and really ride it!"
She pulled the head of my cock up to her pussy and moaned, when she felt my fingers dig into her fleshy cheeks. Kneading and groping her beautifully toned, rounded bottom, she had a perfect college coed ass; it clearly deserved an A+, but our kinky game was only just starting.
I gave it a quick swat, "You're going to work hard for that "A" young lady."
With just a grin, she lowered herself sensuously slow, inch by inch. When it was all the way, she stopped and wiggled her hips a little. Then she started to ride slowly, pulling her body up to where only the head remained and sinking back down, pushing it deep into her belly.
With her hands firmly planted on my chest, she started riding as hard as she could. Her tits were jumping, and the dance of her nipples was mesmerizing.
"Yeah, push yourself back on it...do it...fuck it...fuck yourself on my cock...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck yourself...fuck yourself on it...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's it!"
