SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL
The first rule for teachers of continuing professional education is never have sex with the students. The second rule is to forget the first rule. My only iron law is to limit my seductions to one-off or not carry over from one semester to the next if the affair is ongoing.
This year’s first mark was Corey. While I started out by going after women exclusively, both youthful and mature, my taste for men has sharpened and intensified. I was not affectionate at all with my first boyfriends, giving and taking fallatio, but no kissing or making out. That has changed.
Other teachers told me that Corey was sketchy. He wasn’t dangerous or threatening, but conniving. I found him fun-loving and funny. He was also brighter than expected; his writing wasn’t bad, a little scrambled, but well-informed. I told him so.
Corey seemed pleased with my praise. It’s funny how most women and some younger men respond to compliments. He sat across from me in my office and beamed at the A-minus written on the mid-term exam that I handed him.
“Thank you, Professor.” He looked into my eyes seductively.
“You earned it,” I replied returning his gaze.
We looked at one another in silence, sharing little half smiles, perhaps wondering if we were thinking the same thing. I let a hand rest on his shoulder and he averted his eyes momentarily before he put his hand on my knee. Leaned in and softly kissed his lips.
Perhaps embarrassed, he closed his eyes and giggled.
“You know what to do, Corey.”
I always let the student make the first, decisive move. His left hand moved from my knee, to my thigh, to my inner thigh, and the bulge at the seam of my slacks. With his right hand he cuffed the back of my neck and kissed me open-mouth, all wet saliva and tobacco breath. I loved the taste.
Corey deftly unzipped my fly, reached inside and found my cock springing to life. He puled it through the opening and gave it a fleeting lick before closing his mouth over the crown. He commenced a slow, rhythmic sucking, during which I stroked his moplike hair and felt his warm tongue. I tried to hold still while he orally caressed my manhood.
“That’s a good boy, Corey. Yes, so-o-o good.”
On the crest of coming, I interrupted him to sit up and pulled my pants down to fully enjoy the end of the ride. I thrusted hard, pressing his head into my crotch, as my throbbing rod discharged into his mouth. I watched him squeeze the last drops with his cheeks.
Instead of just wiping up and send him on his way, I pulled my talented cock sucker into my lap and kissed his cheeks, neck, and chest, while rubbing his erection inside his jeans. Then we made out, French kissing and tongue sucking, while I finished giving him a hand ankara travesti job. Before he came, I yanked down his pants, and started to finger his ass. He sprayed all over my lap and I mad him lap it up.
We said goodbye with a romantic kiss.
“Never again,” I told him and he nodded.
A week late, Tracey was in my office and I picked up a similar her-worshiping vibe from him. Tracey was soft spoken yet more confident in his work. He didn’t just accept my accolades and A grade, but rather wanted to discuss the content of mid-term essay in elaborate detail.
I told him, “Your enthusiasm is why we teach.” I think that gave him an immediate hard-on.
I was sitting behind my desk and I asked him to come a little bit closer. He came alongside me and watched with unmistakable surprise as I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me.
Looking up at him with smoking eyes, I said, “It would be a lot easier if you took your pants off…If you want to, that is.”
Tracey mumbled and fumbled so much that I laughed out loud. He unbuckled his belt, pulled off his shirt, which I didn’t ask him to do, and lowered his jeans to his knees. He wore blue boxers.
I stood up from my chair and brought my face close to his.
“Kiss me first,” I commanded. “Pretend I’m a girl if you want.”
He didn’t reply, just closed his eyes and we pressed our lips together softly.
The I sat and nudged him to nestle between my spread legs as I slowly, teasingly slipped his boxers down. His cock, longer and fatter than Corey’s danced happily before me. I caressed it with one hand while stroking his butt cheeks with the other. Then I gave his cock a wet, loud kiss before licking it up and down.
“You taste good, sugar bear.”
I flicked my tongue along his shaft, dithered his balls, and darted his perineum before sliding his delicious dick into my mouth. I gave him a vigorous, old-fashioned hand pumping while suckling. He moaned, groaned, and wiggled.
I paused to say, “You like it, don’t you.”
In a frenzy, he climaxed, shooting a massive flood of semen between my teeth, washing over my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, and down my throat.
After swallowing, I kissed him girlishly and said, “Your turn!” and pulled out my cock.
I was surprised to find that Tracey was very tentative an unsure of himself, maybe inexperience. He was licking and jerking me off without really blowing me.
“You ever done this before?”
“Sure,” he obviously lied, continuing to pull on it and lick it, but not sucking. I shot all over his face.
With a fleeting kiss, I told him, “Once and never again, okay?”
He nodded and that was that.
Corey and Tracey were both white boys, but I have always ankara travestileri been erotically attracted to men of color, even before I accepted my omnisexuality.
At the beginning of the Spring term, I had barely noticed Raymond, but as the semester progressed the superior quality of his written work and insightful comments in class impressed me. He delivered his ideas verbally in a resonant baritone with carefully articulate diction. I know that listening to his speaking voice in class made the women wet just as it made me hard.
After a slightly contentious debate about distributive justice and reparations, Raymond and I ended up in the men’s room together. Instead of discreetly shielding my penis at the urinal, as he was doing, I lowered by pants and underpants, baring my butt and standing back a few inches to pee. I was advertising myself to him, front and back. I was auditioning as a top or a bottom. Raymond did not avert his eyes.
At the side-by-side sinks, I let my leg rub against his, though he was six inches taller, as we washed our hands.
“We should meet to discuss your progress grade…in my office.”
“Can we do it tonight?” he asked, innocently.
“I’d love to,” I answered provocatively.
As the clock read 10:00, Raymond came through me doorway.
“Close it,” I commanded and strode up to him from my desk. I was too aroused to fiddle around or waste time with niceties. I reached both arms around his neck, locked my fingers, and pressed against his rock-hard chest as I kissed his mouth.
I paused to take a breath, humping his pant leg, and he said, “I’m not gay,”
“Neither am I,” I answered definitively. “But you make me hot.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond, possibly beginning a wordy dialogue about varieties of sexuality. Instead I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, yanked them down about mid-thigh, and reached for his jockey shorts and what lay in wait inside them.
I was on a path to debauchery, as evident by my dropping to my knees and worshipping his prodigious cock with smacking licks and kisses. He groaned as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and ticked his furry little balls. I tried to undress myself, but I was too wrapped up in blow him. His scent was strong and sweet. I was falling in love, to my chagrin.
I took a belly full of his manly essence the first time he came and both of us knew our erotic encounter had only just begun. I stood up to take off my shirt, shoes, and pants, smiling at my beautiful lover.
“Get naked, please,” I said, taking his hand a kissing it.
My beautiful stud stood before me and I proceeded to kiss him from head to tow–literally–starting at his cheek, chin, earlobes, the nape of his neck, throat, travesti ankara collar bone, chest, and shoulders, nibbling his licorice nipples, washing his pects with my tongue, lifting his arms and savoring the tufts under his arms, licking his ribs, midsection, belly button, and groin.
I know he enjoyed it and so I treated him to a second round of cock sucking. Who am I kidding? I treated myself to his cock. It was big, powerful, and tasted great. My head was bobbing and his hips were dancing in less than two minutes.
After he orgasmed in my mouth, I planted a dozen fluttering kisses all over his cock, balls, inner thighs, and anus. Then I kissed and dibbled his tight, round buttock.
Poised to lick his crack, I asked him, “Your girlfriends do this?”
“Just the white ones.”
“What about the black ones?”
“They make me go down there on them.”
I chuckled and dithered his asshole with the tip of my tongue.
After kissing and licking his delectable flesh from his legs to his feet and sucking on his slightly sticky toes, I coaxed him over to the coach, snuggled up to him, and rubbed my erect tool against his belly.
“Can you help a brother out” I asked, waving my cock at him.
As I hoped, he leaned in and put it in his mouth. Obviously, not his first rodeo, Raymond gave me a long slow blow job, warm and wet between insistent lips. I stroked his cheek and forehead as I came in his mouth.
We kissed with fluttering tongue and smacking lips for a long time until I saw is passion rising again. I knew what we both wanted. I poised on all fours, wet my fingers and twirled my bum hole, swaying my hips provocatively.
“Put it to me, baby,” I moaned and he mounted me.
It felt like a foot-long rod of fire, spearing my ass and filling me up. He started slowly pumping, then faster jabbing, and finally plunging so deeply into my care that I screamed in pain and pleasure.
“That’s it, my man. Make me your bitch. Ow!”
I could hear and feel the sloshing of his ejaculate in my rectum, but he made no effort to pull out. A few minutes passed as he rubbed my tummy, squeezed my cock, and bit the back of my neck, all the while keeping his cock locked inside me. The second fucking was even harder and longer than the first time. I was drooling, sweating, sobbing, and dribbling jizz. If we spoke, it was all jibberish in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah, baby! Own me…Fuck me…Fuck me harder.”
Again, Raymond kept his cock in my ass and I felt it swell to erection inside my colon. The third time he fucked me, it felt like the most luxurious bowel movement in reverse. His velvety cock turned my anus into a cunt. It must have taken ten minutes for his hose to drain. When he withdrew, an endless stream of goop farted out of my ass.
We dressed quietly, exchanging a wink and a smile, but not talking. I didn’t want to say this was a one-time thing, but I was also embarrassed about the next class when he would see the whore he screwed inside out instead of the brilliant teacher.