The College Chronicles

Hi, my name is Patrick Stride. I got a job teaching at C.O.A., College of Academics. I was 28.

It's a dumb name, right?

So, it all happened a couple of years back when I got into that college. I was in the English department, and there was only one other professor teaching English with me.

The English department was situated at the farthest corner of the college, so you could say it was isolated.

And the size of our class was barely 20. Not a lot of admissions.

Now, let's get to the juicy part. First of all, the whole college had cameras except for our department, and the department had just two classrooms.

Talking about the professor who taught the class with me--her name was Kate Bigheart. She was 31.

Imagine if Kate Mara put on some weight so that she got some belly fat and some around her arms and legs. Her boobs would obviously get bigger, and her ass--oh my god.

Let me talk about her ass--it was gigantic. It could fit so many dicks inside it. Damn.

But the problem was that I wasn't attracted to her at all when she was unmarried.

Call me a Dumbo if you want.

But when she got married, she got even thicker.

FUN FACT: She was married to my distant cousin. So technically, she was my sister-in-law as well.

Fuck... Imagine even touching a thick Kate Mara.

Well, I had to wait for that.

But one day, I got something that was at least the beginning of something.

She had a rough day at home, so she couldn't sleep.

The students were gone, and we were sitting in an empty class.

So, after taking her classes, she said to me, "Patrick Sir, the time is moving so slow. I wanna go home and sleep."

I said in my head--Sleep with me.

I said to her, "Kate Ma'am, you could sleep here only."

We had to call each other Sir and Ma'am. That was the work culture of that place.

She was sitting on a chair, dressed in a round-neck pink top, and down there, she had a pencil skirt to her knees.

I was sitting across the table from her.

She yawned, "You're right... Aaannnhhh... right."

Fuck, her yawning felt like she was moaning.

Then she put her head down and went to sleep. Damn, those milkers came into view. I could see the line of her cleavage. She wasn't aware at all. I wanted to touch them. Just once.

Minutes passed, and I was getting hard. So hard. If she could see my trousers, they had a big tent.

Then, suddenly, a student barged in. She was petite, with tight breasts and a cute butt. She had a crush on me.

Come on! I am good looking.

Her eyes straight away went to my tent, then to my face.

Imagine her as Camila Cabello, but with a smaller butt. She was dressed in a tight crop top and her belly button was visible. She also donned a red little mini skirt. Her name was Camilla Cumming. She was 19.

She said, "Sir, I wanted to ask you a question about a novel."

I prayed that my boner would go away. But fuck. It didn't.

And she kept on stealing glances. Although she was hiding her giggle. I could feel that she was amused by the sight.

I asked her, "Which novel?"

She turned to see Kate sleeping like a baby, "Can you come into the other class room. We shouldn't wake up Ma'am."

When she looked at Kate. She saw that amazing cleavage too. Her eyes widened at that. Was she liking it too?

I got up on my feet, "Sure. Let's go."

We walked through a narrow hallway, and damn she walked like a petite fuck doll. Look at her white legs. Look at that tiny waist.

I could just lift her up and make her bounce on my hard cock.

We went to another classroom. She asked me the question. I told her the answer.

Then she said, "Thank you, Sir."

Why was I still hard?

I turned to leave. But she interrupted me, "Sir?"

I turned back to her, "Anything else?"

She said, a little hesitant, "I could see it."

Fuck! She was talking about my tent.

I tried to play innocent, "See what?"

She pointed her finger at my trousers.

I tried to fake anger, "You shouldn't be speaking like this to me. I will have you punished."

She tiptoed a little closer. My heart beat raced.

She said, "You like Mrs. Bigheart, right?"

I shook my head, "You're crossing the line, Camilla. Now go home."

She grabbed my tent and I almost jumped to my feet.

She said with her mischievous eyes, "Sir, I am sorry. I won't be doing this, but if you make a sound. I will tell Mrs. Bigheart. She will think of you as a pervert for staring at her cleavage. So please cooperate."