Prof Johnsons First Frat Party Ch 02

Professor Johnson's First Frat Party: Part 2

First time, college, blowjob, fucking, office, professor, pussy eating, lesbian, facial, swallow, dirty talk, deep throat

All characters are over 18.

I woke up disoriented, wondering where I was. I was naked, my head hurt, and my hair was a tangled nest. When I looked over and saw Ron lying next to me, snoring, it all came back - wild sex with the lights on, dirty talk, dancing braless in public. Rather than being horrified at my behavior, though, I was overcome with a deep sense of satisfaction. I had broken free from my dreadfully dreary existence and entered a whole new world of pleasure and excitement. Fully sober, I was thrilled to be a part of it, perhaps even more so than in my inebriated state the previous night.

My first order of business was finding a glass of water and a bathroom. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, put on one of Ron's big t-shirts and opened the door onto the now-vacant dance floor. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were empty red cups everywhere, puddles of beer and Jungle Juice, half-eaten slices of pizza, single shoes, pieces of clothing and miscellaneous debris. It smelled.

I tip-toed back into Ron's room to get my shoes, then ventured to the bathroom. It was even worse than the dance floor - I won't even describe it to you. But on some level, the disgust and debauchery thrilled me. I had spent my entire 21 years sheltered and controlled. Now I was free. Naughty Alice looked back at me from the bathroom mirror - wild hair and pounding headache but happier than ever. I peed, splashed water on my face and tied my hair back with a rubber band. I found a tube of toothpaste and brushed my teeth with my index finger. It wasn't much, but I was feeling better already.

Ron was still sleeping when I stepped back into his room. I noticed the sheet tented up over his midsection and couldn't suppress a giggle. Gingerly, so as not to wake him, I pulled the sheet back to reveal his morning erection rising from his loins. Just like last night, it was beautiful - long, thick, and pulsing with energy. I felt my heartbeat quicken just looking at it.

Feeling bold, I crawled onto the bed to get a better look. It bobbed with every beat of his heart. I thought back to last night and how wonderful it felt in my mouth, in my vagina, spurting semen. Despite my headache I could feel myself getting wet.

I looked up at Ron. He was still asleep, snoring peacefully. I leaned closer, taking in his manly scent. I pursed my lips and gave his shaft a soft kiss. I glanced back up at him -- still asleep. I kissed it again, then slid my tongue down to the base and up to the tip. The taste of his penis was intoxicating, just like last night. I didn't care about waking him anymore; I was Naughty Alice, the cocksucker. I wanted him in my mouth and I was going to have it, simple as that.

I twirled my tongue around the head, getting it wet, then parted my lips and sucked it into my mouth.

Oh, I love this!

I bobbed my head up and down and wrapped one hand around the base while the other cradled his balls. In just a few moments I went from delicate kisses to a full-on blowjob.

Ron groaned sleepily and put his hand on my head. He was definitely awake now. He began thrusting his hips off the bed and twisting his fingers in my hair. My spit drooled down his shaft as he held my held, his thick meat pumping up into my mouth. His rough treatment only encouraged me. I sucked harder and fisted his shaft, rubbing his balls and squealing eagerly, letting him know I wanted his load again.

"Oh, FUCK!" Ron shouted, "suck me Alice, ooooh, SUCK ME!" he cried and came in thick spurts, filling my mouth with frothy sperm. Ron's twitching cockhead shot again and again as I gulped down his delicious cream. I was in bliss, finding I enjoyed drinking Ron's semen sober as much, if not more, than I did drunk. Last night was no alcohol-infused mistake, I reassured myself. I tilted my face up and swallowed Ron's load for the third time in the past few hours.

"Wow," he gasped, throwing his head back onto a pillow. "Great way to start the day!"

"Mmmmmm," I purred, licking a dollop of sperm off my finger. "I agree."

We looked at each other, sharing a moment of mutual introspection. "So," I finally said, "are we going to do this again or am I just one of your one-night conquests?"

Ron laughed. "What kind of man do you think I am, Professor?" he asked melodramatically. "And by the way, it's one night

plus

the next morning, based on that amazing wake-up blowjob."

"Good point," I agreed.

"Anyway, I'm the kind of man that knows a good thing when he finds one, OK? I have a soccer tournament this weekend but how about we do dinner next week?"

"Dinner? Really?" I said, happy that Ron thought of me as a 'good thing.'

"Really," he confirmed. "That is, if you'd like to go out with me."

"I'd love to," I smiled as I pulled up my jeans and buttoned my shirt. I was glad I had dressed conservatively the night before so I wouldn't have to endure the 'walk of shame' back to my dorm room.

"See you around, Ron Williams," I said saucily as I stepped from the room. "You know where to find me."

*****

Next time I saw Ron was in my Twentieth-Century American Literature discussion group on Monday afternoon. He took his seat at the large, wooden conference table along with my twelve other students.

"Good morning, Professor Johnson!" he smiled, speaking loudly so everyone could hear. "How was your weekend?"

"Very nice, Ron," I said, blushing. "But I'm not a professor, remember? Everyone calls me Alice in here."

Today's topic was Toni Morrison's

Jazz

. I asked the students to pair off and analyze how structure influences meaning in the novel.

"Let's take about 10 minutes to identify one or two salient examples, then we'll regroup and share our thoughts," I instructed. "I have poster paper and markers if you want to construct diagrams or visual aids. Let's try to have fun with this, shall we? Be creative!"

I glanced over at Ron as I spoke, trying hard not to pay him any extra attention. I noticed he had already paired up with Sofia Cruz who was sitting next to him.

Sofia was one of my most thoughtful and intelligent students. She always brought an interesting perspective to our discussions and made insightful connections between different texts and authors. She was also beautiful - smooth, light-brown skin; full, red lips; deep, sensuous eyes; and long, dark hair.

Sofia's body was similar to mine, slim and fit with firm, perky breasts. Unlike me, however, Sofia wore clothes that accentuated her lovely figure. I noticed the men in class regularly stealing glances at her, including Ron.

I was concerned that Sofia and Ron wouldn't work well together, particularly since he had a history of antagonizing the other students, but to my relief they seemed to be engrossed in their conversation, talking animatedly and writing on their poster.

When it came time to share out, Sofia and Ron held forth eloquently. They displayed their poster with a quote on jazz from Miles Davis:

"

It's not the note you play that's the wrong note - it's the note you play afterwards that makes it right or wrong.

"

They identified passages and recurring themes from the novel that exemplified that concept, such as the spiraling progression of Violet's anxieties, and the sequences of events Morrison develops all the way back to plantation times. Ron and Sofia solicited comments and built on their classmates' ideas, weaving everyone's thoughts together in a way that felt like a jazz performance in and of itself. The discussion was so riveting that Ron and Sofia even earned an ovation from the other students, certainly the finest moment of the entire semester.

When the class ended Ron and Sofia remained as the others filed out. "That was wonderful!" I applauded, beaming at the two of them. "I wish Professor Wilson could have seen it!"

"Well, we just improvised, I guess," Ron laughed.

"That's jazz, right?" Sofia grinned as she stood to go. "I have to get to my yoga class now but I'll see you next week, OK? Bye!"

When Sofia left, Ron and I were alone in the classroom. "That was amazing, Ron. Too bad you were such a jerk in class until today," I said with mock regret. "I guess I should have fucked you sooner."

"Whoa there!" Ron laughed. "Let's just say I have a new appreciation for my teacher, OK?"

"Oh, is that right?" I teased, "and what exactly is it that you appreciate?"

"Well," he continued, not missing a beat, "for one, she's really smart and leads an excellent discussion on literature."

"Thank you Ron," I answered suggestively. "Anything else?"

"Hmmmm, let's see," he said, scratching his chin, pretending to think. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot -- she's an unbelievable cocksucker, the hottest fuck on campus and, I'm pretty sure, she's wearing some super sexy things under that baggy dress. Am I right?"

"You want to find out?" I responded, instantly energized by his calling me a 'cocksucker' again. It also made me oddly proud to hear Ron say I was 'the hottest fuck on campus.'

"I do," he said, his eyes trailing up and down the shapeless Lululemon t-shirt dress I wore. It was oversized with buttons down the front and a wide sash. "Definitely."

I stepped over to the door and locked it, then walked across the room to stand in front of him. I undid the sash and dropped it on the table. Ron smiled, looking up at me quietly from his chair.

With my eyes locked on his I reached up to undo the first button, then the second, working my way down until the entire dress was open in the front but still covering me.

"You want to see?" I asked.

He nodded.

I opened the dress to display a sexy, red, lacy bra and panty set. It was sheer and tiny, the bra barely covering my nipples and the bottoms just a thong. I dropped the dress to the floor and spun slowly, giving Ron a clear view of my back and naked butt cheeks.

"Nice," Ron said. "I knew it. C'mere," he ordered, sticking his hands out to me. I dropped onto his lap, facing him, my legs straddling his thighs. He pulled my head to him and when I felt his lips on mine I parted them and we kissed ravenously. His tongue felt so good in my mouth again. We devoured one other as I ground my bottom into his lap and he squeezed my ass.

"You're so fucking sexy, Alice," Ron growled through our kiss.

"Mmmmm," I replied, dancing on his lap. I reached down to unsnap his jeans and he helped me shove his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked him as we kissed. Ron reached around to unsnap my bra and brought his hands to my breasts, squeezing them and flicking my nipples with his thumbs. Ron was bottomless and I was topless as I straddled him in the bright light of my empty classroom.

Ron dropped his mouth to my chest and feasted on my tits, kissing my mounds, sucking my nipples and burying his face in my cleavage. I ground down on him, the thin material of my panties the only thing separating his erection from my wet pussy.

I squealed with delight. Without pulling my tongue from his mouth I stood and pushed my panties down and kicked them off, leaving me totally naked as I dropped back down into Ron's lap. I slid my soaking cunt lips back and forth on his cock, then rose up and grabbed his shaft, tilting it upwards as I lowered myself back down, taking him inside me.

"Ohhhh, fuck," Ron moaned, his face in my chest as I began to ride him.

"Mmmmmm," I gasped as I bounced up and down, feeling him fill me as he sucked on my nipples. "I love when you fuck me!"

Ron responded with a ravenous, snarling noise and picked me up off the chair. Holding my ass in his hands, his hardness lodged inside me, he carried me like a rag doll to the edge of the table, sat me down, and slammed his hard cock into me.

"You're such a sexy fuck!" Ron growled as he thrust his thick shaft into me again and again. I was in bliss, getting fucked on the table in my classroom in the middle of the day, sober as could be.

After a few minutes of sweaty, steamy fucking Ron surprised me by pulling out. He took me by the shoulders and swiftly spun me around. He placed his hand between my shoulders and pushed me down, then grabbed my hip and yanked backward so I was bent over, my wet tits against the cold tabletop, my naked ass facing up at him.

Ron held me down as he grabbed his shaft, rubbing it up and down my slit from behind. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this, Alice," he said, pressing the head inside me. "Ever since our first class."

I gasped as he penetrated me. This was another first for me, getting fucked from behind, feeling Ron's glorious erection sliding into my hungry body in yet another new way.

Ron held my hips and reamed me mercilessly. His hands were large, and on my narrow waist his fingertips could almost touch, holding me tight in his firm grip as he pounded me from behind.

"Yes Alice!" he cried, "you're fucking pussy is so tight!"

I was completely immobilized, locked in Ron's strong hands as he roughly slammed into my slim body. I couldn't see his face nor his expression, making it feel like I was nothing more than an object he was using for his pleasure -- my wet cunt simply a device to satisfy his animal needs.

Yes, I was being used and I loved it. I loved that Ron took what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. I groaned and wailed in delight, "fuck me Ron! Fuck me with your big cock! Yes, YES!"

I lost track of time as Ron had his way with me, my whole body buzzing in ecstasy as he thrust into me again and again.

"You're so fucking hot Alice!" Ron cried. "I'm gonna cum!"

I wanted to cum along with him, so I reached down and frigged myself furiously, rubbing my clit with two fingers as Ron's pumped his meat into me.

"Yes, Ron! Yes!" I cried, eager for his orgasm. I had taken Ron's three previous loads in my mouth, so the anticipation of him shooting off in my steaming vagina was dizzying. That thought, combined with his thick shaft slamming into me and my diddling fingers sent me over the edge. My body shook in a thunderous climax as Ron squeezed my waist in his strong grip and smashed his hips against my ass, penetrating me fully and shooting a thick blast of sperm into my womb.

"Oh, fuck!" he wailed as he filled me with his spunk. Ron fell forward onto my back, holding me tight as he spurted over and over and I shook and quaked beneath him.

My face was pressed against the table, facing the door as Ron continued to shoot and I quivered in orgasmic bliss. I felt Ron's nose buried in my long hair when, to my horror, I saw the door begin to open. I tried to jump up, to slam it closed before anyone could enter, but with Ron's nearly 200lbs on me I couldn't move.

A million thoughts raced through my head as I watched the door move -

The custodian? Campus police? I know I locked the door! This can't be happening!!

I continued to struggle against Ron's weight but he was oblivious as the door swung wide and Professor Wilson stepped into the room, key in hand.

Ron was still spurting inside me as the Professor stared, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to anger.

"Alice?! Ron?!" He roared. "What the..."

Ron, suddenly aware, swiftly pulled out of me. His cock was dripping with our juices as he tugged his pants to his hips, scrambling to zip up. I jumped up and lunged for my dress, almost knocking Ron over as I yanked it down over my head, but not before the Professor got a clear view of my naked ass and Ron's cum dripping down my thighs.

"I --- I ----," I mumbled.

"Ah... umm," Ron stuttered incoherently.

"Mr. Williams, OUT!" the Professor shouted. "Ms. Johnson! My office! NOW!"

Ron looked at me with a helpless, apologetic expression as he buttoned his pants and ran from the room. Tears were streaming down my face as I straightened out my dress and followed Ron out the door. I ran down the hall in a panic to the Professor's office, the Professor striding right behind.

"Sit!" he commanded, pointing to a chair by his desk.

I sat and looked up at him like a wounded puppy.

He closed the door and glared at me, his face full of fury. "Well?" he demanded.

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

"I trusted you!" he screamed. "There were five students who wanted to be my TA and I chose you!"

"I... I'm sorry," I wheezed.

"Fuck sorry!" he shouted. "Do you have any idea what position you put us in? Both of us? Do you?"

"I'm..."

"You fucked a student in your classroom? Are you fucking kidding me?"

I didn't know what to say. I just sobbed.

"Do you realize I've already written your letter of recommendation? 'Integrity, good judgment,

academically focused

?' Those are the words I used! Do you think your actions just now were 'academically focused?' Do you?"

I looked up at him pathetically, tears streaming down my face.

"Fortunately, I haven't sent it yet," he added icily. His words were like a dagger through my heart. I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands. I was nearly hysterical, afraid I'd sacrificed my entire career for a single carnal dalliance.

The Professor's steps pounded on the floor as he paced about his office. I could hear him breathing, felt him raging. After what seemed like forever he ended his stomping and seemed to be done berating me.

I lifted my head and opened my eyes. The Professor was standing over me, the waistband of his khaki pants less than a foot from my face, an unmistakable bulge protruding obscenely from his hips.

"Well?" he asked. "How do you propose we resolve this situation?"

I looked to his face, my eyes wide in shock. He leered at me, an evil smile spreading across his visage. I looked back down at his bulge. It seemed gigantic. I looked up at him again. "Really?" I asked.

He nodded. Rather than being horrified, I was relieved. The Professor was actually very attractive in addition to being incredibly intelligent, and I had had a crush on him since freshman year. He was older, with dark hair, a salt-and-pepper beard, and round, wire-rim glasses. He was like a cliché of a Professor. He even kept a pipe on his desk and a corduroy blazer with patches on the sleeves on his coatrack, but I think they were more for ironic commentary rather than actual use. He was a tennis fanatic and very fit.

Now, with the Professor holding my career in the balance, it was clear he wanted me to suck his cock, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

"Will you still send my letter of recommendation?" I asked hesitantly.

"Depends," he said, glancing down at his crotch.

I took a deep breath and lifted my hand to the front of his pants. I looked up at him as I took the measure of his bulge, wrapping my fingers around it, giving it a squeeze, rubbing along its length. It could already tell it was bigger than Ron, and

way

bigger than Daniel.

"I'm so sorry for letting you down, Professor," I said with mock innocence as I began to undo his belt buckle. "Thank you for letting me make it up to you."

He smiled as I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. "You're welcome, Alice."

My eyes went wide as I pushed his pants and briefs down to his knees. He wasn't just big, he was huge! I looked at it with awe. It was impossibly long and thick, and looked so hard it could almost break. The vein on the underside stood out and throbbed with energy. A network of veins spidered around, leading to a bulbous crown the size of a plum. His shaft rose up above two huge testicles that swung between his legs. To my amazement he was carefully shaved, his balls almost hairless.

"Professor, your cock is amazing!" the words simply gushed out; I didn't even realize I was speaking.