Intro:
A naughty student who would do just anything to get an easy pass on her literature test...
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He beckoned her in as he heard a knock on the door and then came in Priscilla.
"I wanted to talk about the test coming up today," she said.
"Sure, come in."
Priscilla took the chair at the side of his desk.
He leaned back, his chair tilting.
"What is it?" he asked.
Priscilla opened her notebook. "I just wanna be sure that I know some of these things.
Like the story of Hamlet?
"I wouldn't worry about that," he said.
Priscilla looked up, saw his eyes gazing up and down her slim, trim body as she snuggled into the wide chair.
She looks so delicious and delectable in her tight dress. Her beautiful face radiated a type of nymphet loveliness. She smiled, just a tiny grin, as her eyes met Professor Dalton.
"That won't be on the test then?" she said.
"No."
Priscilla crossed her legs, not one on top of the other, thigh over thigh, but she cocked one leg up, almost like a man would sit, and placed her ankle on the top of her other knee. Her gown fell back almost to her lifted thigh.
She looked down at her notes on her lap, Mr. Dalton look right up at her smooth tanned legs to her white panties that were open and visible.
Professor Dalton was a normal, red-blooded male. He was tall, handsome, had sandy hair that was graying slightly at his temples. His youthful, manly appearance belied his age. But the students had guessed him somewhere near forty.
His mouth dropped open at Priscilla's sweet show. He stared hotly at her panties, imagining what it would look like without any panties.
Also just because he's staring at her almost naked doesn't mean he hadn't noticed her before, Of course he'd noticed Priscilla before. Everyone did. Her youthful beauty, perfect face, curvaceous body with her big butt that also looked tight in those skinny jeans she always put on during class...
Mr. Dalton had been hired because he had a master's degree in literature. He knew his stuff. He also knew he was trembling, that his heart was thumping.
He had never entertained the thought of having an affair with his student. He did not dare, he thought. This did not stop him from thinking about her occasionally, mostly at night as he lay in bed before he'd go to sleep. He'd think about how pretty she was that day in school, how her fine ass filled out her tight jeans.
He'd find himself stroking his cock, which had lifted to a throbbing erection in tribute to her.. And many nights, he had tossed the covers off, spreading his legs and pounded his prick savagely, jerking off wildly to the image of her that burned his mind, ending with a shimmering sensation as his body vibrated and his cock spewed thick splashes of cum high in the air.
But an affair? He didn't want to lose his job.
Priscilla sat there letting him look boldly up between her legs.
"How about the king?" she asked.
"You should only know about whether he was a force for good or evil."
Priscilla knew where that was discussed in her text, so finding the answer would be easy.
She looked down at her notepad.
Priscilla loved the way she was able to manipulate her professor and it was fun.
He was trying to be cool, looking up at his desk, fishing around through sheaths of paper, but his eyes kept glancing back at the blissful sight that Priscilla offered him.
She kept her leg cocked up, hooked over, the ankle on her knee, skirt up, giving Professor Dalton an exciting eyeshot at her puffy white panties which were looking super wet already.
"Ophelia?" she said, looking up, her eyebrows arching at her teacher.
"All you need to know about her is on page forty-seven of your text,"
Professor Dalton said.
Priscilla scribbled down the page number. Now she was getting some place, narrowing the answers down to the right page.
Professor Dalton glimpsed the heavenly vision before him, his eyes as big as over-coat buttons.
"The guy from Norway?" Priscilla asked.
"Yes, yes,"Professor Dalton panted. "How he rode in and took over the country, took Denmark, yes… that's important."
Priscilla brought her knee up as if she were balancing her notebook on it. As she scribbled, her legs parted, exposing her panties again.
"What page would that be on, sir?"
"Sixty Five" Professor Dalton blurted. This is more like it, Priscilla thought. Her pussy was spritzing, all hot and squishy.
Professor Dalton's cock stuck up in his pants like a gun barrel, appearing hard, tall and slick.
Priscilla wrote down the page number and glanced up, saw the passion on Professor Dalton's face, then looked down and saw the spike of his cock in his gray slacks.
He was shaking. His cock ached for the beautiful girl, but was he willing to throw away his career and make a move on her?
He couldn't possibly throw everything away for a pretty, young girl more than twenty years his junior… or could he?
Priscilla shifted, her legs spreading farther apart, her ankle still cocked over her knee which was hooked upward in a provocative arch.
Her pussy was pressing hotly against her panties.
Mr. Dalton ogled the wonderful pussy that's presented to him on a gold platter..
His cock oozed cum in his pants.
His heart raced.
"Hamlet's suicide?" Priscilla cooed.
"There's a summary of what you want to know on page one-thirty-three."
Priscilla looked up the page in her textbook, then looked up, staring right at Mr. Dalton's rugged, but handsome, face.
He was gazing lovingly between her legs.
"Do you want a copy of the answers to the test?" he said teasingly.
Priscilla was taken aback. She recovered quickly at her shock because she had been unsure on how things would turn out.
"Then you'd have all the answers."
"Gosh…"
"Isn't that what you'd like?" he asked.
"Yes," Priscilla said boldly.
Priscilla couldn't help but glance at Mr. Dalton's crotch, the curling, bending erection that bulged in his pants. He was still looking at the marvelous show Priscilla was so sweetly giving him. She stared at his hard on.
"I thought you'd like the answers." he said. "I figured that's why you visited me."
"Well, yeah" Priscilla stammered.
He got up and stepped to a file behind her. He got the answer sheet, folded it into a little square, pulled his belt out, and stuck the answers down into his shorts.
He walked around Priscilla He stood in front of her, his cock bulging in his slacks.
"The answers are in my pocket," he said.
"Huh?"
"Just take them out of my pocket. It wouldn't be proper for me to give you the answers. Do you understand? You have to take them.
Then, if anyone ever said anything, I could always tell them you simply found the answers."
"Oh, I won't say nothin'," Priscilla said quickly to reassure him, dropping her leg.
She slid forward to the edge of the chair, her back straight.
She reached out and slid her little pink fingernails down into Mr Daltons pants pocket and scratched around, felt the tip of his throbbing cock. Her fingers pinched, wiggled, and her body sizzled with a new, strange excitement at the touch of her teacher's hard prick.
She withdrew her hand.
"They're not in that pocket," she said, then reached out and dipped into his left pocket. She felt around, touched the base of his cock, then quickly pulled away.
"But they're not in there either," she whispered.
"Must be in here," Mr. Dalton said, pointing to his fly. "In that pocket."
"In there?" Priscilla said.
"Yes."
Mr. Daltons cock was wobbling and thumping around in his slacks like a live snake.
Priscilla hesitated, her mind wheeling. She wanted those damn answers.
Slowly, she reached out, gripped the zipper of his fly between her thumb and forefinger, then drew it down, and opened his fly. She wiggled her hand inside.
His big prick twanged from his shorts, twitching within the flyopening, and her fingers slithered down and around the stalk as she searched for the answers. His huge cock stuck out from the opening. She had to slick in there, dunk down, get them. She clutched his cock and pulled it through the fly of his pants.
"I better get this thing out of the way," Priscilla whispered.
She yanked on his big prick softly. It shimmied and throbbed, a full eight inches of magnificent cock, with a long, hard stalk, a beautiful helmet-head, the piss-slit bubbling with cum.
She held his prick in her little hand. It was like a polished hunk of marble.
Priscilla had never seen anything so exciting. Her heart throbbed.
She held his prick tightly in her hand, pulled it to one side, then reached in with her other hand. Her hand slid down through the fly of his shorts, dipped down, and cupped his big balls. She bobbled them on her fingers as she explored the depths of his shorts.
She found the answer sheet, squeezed it tightly and brought her hand out. She held the sheet secure, and her other hand still clutched her sister's hot, hard cock.
His slick cock felt exciting. Priscilla stared at his Cock, held it in a tight grip.
"I got the answers," she whispered. "I'll put this back in your pocket."
She tried to stuff his huge cock back into his slacks, but as she did, she was waving it, pulling on the stalk, moving her hand up and down.
Mr. Dalton came.
His big prick bulged in Priscilla's hand, the pink head enlarged, and big thick splashes of cream swished through the air.
"Holy" Priscilla gasped.
She held his cock tight as he squirted his load.
The flush of cream poured from his prick. Hot cum hit her gown.
Her hand, her sweet fingers, were wrapped around his squirting cock, becoming drenched with jammy, juicy jets of jizz.
The hot cum jetted from his prick. An ungodly load of cream spewed through the air, landing on lovely Priscilla.
"Fuck, Fuck"she whispered.
She sat there, rigid, alert, her big brown eyes wide, and she watched the cum pour from her teacher's huge cock. She rubbed his erection, pulling it down, letting him spray her skirt.
She lifted his throbbing prick, showering her with his cock cream.
Instinctively, without even realizing she was doing it, Priscilla was jerking her teacher's cum-spitting cock off holding the stalk as if she was squeezing a can of suntan spray, making sure she got it in all the right places.
"Ahhhh!" Mr. Dalton moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure, his face twisted with erotic delight as the weeping tingles of orgasm coursed through him.
The poor man had never felt so thrilled, so excited. He'd never ridden such a beautiful wave of ecstasy. He stood shaking and shuddering, looking down at her surprised face, the incredible expression of ecstasy etched into her pretty features as she watched his bulging cock spit cum.
She kept moving it around as though she were trying to duck the spurting jizz, then she finally let go. Her hand, her wrist and her forearm were splattered with cream.
His cock waved, throbbed wildly, and kept squirting.
Priscilla sat, her mouth open, eyes glued to his spurting prick.
"Shit," she whispered.
She knew she shouldn't be cussing in front of her teacher, but the word had slipped out, slithered out of her mouth as though it were a jet of hissing steam.
Mr. Dalton grabbed his cock and jerked savagely.
Priscilla gasped.
He came again.
He pounded his prick, jerking his cock in a hot, fast stroke.
"Oh, gawd!" Priscilla gulped. "Shit! Sir"
Cum flew at her hitting her right on the face.
"Oh, gawwwwd!" she cried.
She watched in a rapt fascination as Mr. Dalton jacked off to her, pumped his prick furiously his hand becoming a blur on the thick stalk.
Another splat of cream hit Priscilla on the mouth.
She moaned and yelped, then brought her hand to her mouth and wiped away the gob of cum.
Her mouth was open, her tongue out. Another splash of thick cum hit her mouth and landed right on her tongue like a hunk of paste.
She closed her lips and slowly slicked her tongue back into her mouth.
The juicy jizz caught on her lips and hung there like hunks of honey.
"Prissy" her teacher sobbed.
Priscilla squished her lips together, as if she were evening out her lip gloss. The cum drizzled down her chin.
He bent over, still beating his cock, He reached out with his free hand and lifted the hem of Priscilla's little skimpy gown, peeling it back over her tight white panties.
He stretched back up, now in a humping position. He kept fucking his hand, his eyes ablaze with passion and admiration for the young girl in front of him.
She made no move to pull her skirt down, just sat there completely engrossed by the fascinating sight of a man jerking off, pissing his hot love in big wads of sticky cream.
Mr. Dalton whacked his cock, pumped his prick, drubbed his dick. He fucked his fist in a fast jack-jerk.
"Ah, ohhhhh, yeah!" he mumbled.
She sat in regal splendor, amazed at the fireworks display that sizzled from her teacher's big, long, hard cock.
Mr. Dalton jerked his cock dry, then he fell to his knees. He slid up to Priscilla and pushed her knees apart, wiggled between her legs, then dipped down and kissed the crotch of her panties.
His tongue lapped at her panties. He nibbled, munched, and sucked at her cunt-mound.
Priscilla had never experienced such a delightful feeling that was now spreading through her.
"Please!" she protested weakly.
Her teacher snacked at her panties, gobbled and crunched her crotch.
Priscilla tingled all over. She slid down in her chair, her legs cocked apart.
Her teacher was between her legs.
His long pink tongue slapped at her panties. His hot, wet mouth sucked.
He slid his hands under her ass, cupped the divine cheeks in his fingers, then lifted Priscilla up and chewed into the crotch of her panties until he pushed it aside..
His tongue snickered in.
"Fuck fuck" Priscilla yelled.
His tongue slicked up and down her pussy-slit, fucking in and out of her wet dripping little pussy.
"Shit!" Priscilla whimpered, shivering, as she looked down at him.
His tongue was on the jewel of her clit. He tickled it and sucked at her creamy jucies.
Priscilla came.
It was the best orgasm she'd ever had. She wanted to scream with pure, erotic joy.
Priscilla slumped in the chair, then she stiffened. Her body shook. The sweet tickle of climax feathered through her.
"Ahhhhh! Mmmmmmm!" Priscilla whimpered.
She lay in the chair, vibrating.
"Shit!" she yelled. Mr. Dalton stood up. His big prick dangled from his open fly, the stalk looking slick, wet, half-hard. He'd just eaten the shit out of Prissy's pussy lips.
She lay back in the chair, amazed.
She had never felt such an electric goodness as she experienced while her teacher tortured her pussy with his tongue.
Mr. Dalton peered down at her. He clutched his cock and got back down on his knees. He pointed his hard-on at Prissy's pussy hole.
As he plunged into her, the tip of his prick dipped into the hole of her warm cunt his cock spreading the lips of her dripping cunt.
"No!" Priscilla gulped.
"I wanna fuck you," Mr. Dalton whispered.
Priscilla gasped, closing her legs tightly, fending off the hard cock that her teacher pushed at her.
He looked at his watch. "Oh, yes. Yes. I got carried away, my sweet princess. I have a class. I must go."
"But I need you" Priscilla scolded.
"I know, darling. I know," Mr. Dalton apologized.
I guess I can be a bit late to class...
Priscilla moves to sit on his desk, her back straight, her knees cocked apart, her little dress around her waist, her hand between her legs.
"Enough games if you want me we play by my rules"He says as He picked her up, lifted her tenderly to his desk, set her on the edge, her ass plopped nicely, her legs dangling over the edge.
He tugged her panties down and off her legs, took them off and dropped the white undies to the floor. Her pussy was like a sweet candy bar, all wet and slick, dark and damp.
He stuck his finger in and started fucking her from behind with his fingers.
She screams out in ectasy moaning out...
"Feels good?" Mr. Dalton asked.
"Yes!" Priscilla gulped.
His finger fucked faster. He reached up with his free hand and cupped her titties, squeezed the round orbs. He sat in his chair as Priscilla sat up on his desk.
Then he slid down on the chair, moved forward, and once again moved his face into her pussy. his long tongue slivering up and down her gummy cunt-slit.
"Ohhh! Darn!" Priscilla gasped.
His tongue felt good. He slished up and down, around and around, tongue-swabbing her cunt. Then he licked into the slit, fucked his tongue into the soft juices.
Priscilla leaned back, her elbows on the desk and watched.
Mr. Dalton was face up in her cunt. He tongue fucked her, his tongue moving wildly.
She shuddered with girlish delight.
He sucked her cuntlips into his mouth and nibbled. Mr. Dalton sucked her pussy as his tongue screwed her clitty.
Priscilla tingled all over. Her chin was tucked against her collarbone as she stared down at her literature professor sucking her pussy...
Then she came again. A sweet sizzle of pleasure slinked through her in a slow-motion ripple.
"Ah! Oooooh!" she sobbed.
Mr. Dalton knew he had her. He worked her clit and brought her to the peak of ecstasy.
He sat back. Priscilla lay on the desk. Then he got up, unzipped his fly then took his pants and shorts down. His cock wobbled out hard and long.
Priscilla struggled up on the table, eyed her professor's huge prick.
"I want you to suck my prick," he said.
"Again? Priscilla exclaimed.
"Suck it just a little for me"He says as he stood in front of her, offered up his long cock, the tip looking wet, juicy, red. He clutched the base of his hard-on, then moved in closer.
Priscilla dipped down, her mouth open, just inches away from his cum-wet cock. She glanced up at her teacher, then her pink lips circled the bulging head of his cock. Her eyes widened. She looked up again. His face revealed the love and desire he felt.
His prick in her mouth was like a big jawbreaker. Priscilla sucked his cock as though it were a big lolipop. Her cheeks caved in. Her lips formed a juicy pink circle around his prick.
"OhhhhhhhMr. Dalton squealed.
Priscilla was bent over. Her back was arched, her face flush to the big cock.
Her lips were sealed around his long length. She sucked some more, then glanced up again at his face.
"You sweet sucker!" he whispered.
Priscilla glanced up, her eyes hot and wide open. She loved the hot expression on his handsome face.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth, held the stalk in a tight squeeze and licked out with her sweet tongue, swirled it around the tip as though it were a dip of ice cream sitting in a cone.
" soooo good!"
Her lips were gooey, wet with spit, looking pink and delicious. She puckered them around the top of his prick, kissed the bulging tip, then licked her tongue in slow rolls around it.
Her hand was jerking on his prick as her tongue licked the tip. She began pumping him in a good hand-job.
His cock was rock-hard, huge, thick and throbbing as though it might explode. He pulled Priscilla off his cock, then pushed her back on the desk.
Suddenly he plunged his big fuckstick into her little pussy.
"Nooooo, no, no!" Priscilla yelped, pulling her legs together, but it was too late-his prick was into her darling pussy.
He started humping.
"Nooooo!" Priscilla sobbed.
But his cock felt so good in her cunt-hot, long, satisfying.
Her teacher rocked back and forth, slicking his prick in and out of her cunt-slit. The lips of her pussy were tight around the bulging stalk.
Priscilla struggled up on her elbows and looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw how his cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Priscilla lay back and let him fuck her, propped up on her elbows, her ass plopped on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge.
Mr. Daltonslipped her a full six inches, screwed in slowly, fucking in and out with sawing strokes.
Priscilla watched the action, her pretty face impassioned with erotic pleasure.
He was thrilling her with his fucking.
He picked up the beat, fucked faster, his cock plunging in and out like a greased pipe.
Priscilla stiffened, sucked in a long breath of air.
"Shit!" she panted.
"Goddamn!" he huffed.
Priscilla felt his prick bulge and harden in her pussy. He fucked faster.
"Oh, shit!" she yelled.
His prick unleashed a hot gush of cum into her little cunt. She stiffened, shook, shuddered, and came with such a force that she was snapped upward at the waist. She was pulled forward as she came, sitting there shaking through what was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had.
"Mr. Dalton screamed as he dished out his load into her pussy.
When they had finished enjoying the climax that sizzled through them, they basked in the warm afterglow.
Her professor's cock was still in her pussy. Cum seeped from the lips of Prissy's pussy, drooled down her thighs onto his desk.