At first I took Medieval Lit because I thought reading about knights and heroes and epic sex was cool, but the stakes totally got upped when I met my jizz professor. He walked in—young, tanned, dimpled—and this total twinkle of cleverness in his eyes.
I completely pictured him as every hero we studied. He was Beowulf, Sir Gawain, Cuchulainn. I thought of him all the time when I masturbated, too. Mostly I thought of him coming on me. Yes. He was so powerful, so beautiful as the heroes in my mind; I wanted him inside me, on me, all over me. His cum always flowed in my fantasies, rippling down my breasts and my ass and my face. I wanted to just drown in him, and the thought always made my own orgasms electrify me.
Imagine my delight, then, when I learned my desire was his desire too.
At the end of the semester, he called me to his office. Routine, you know? But when I arrived, he shut the door and knelt in front of my seat. He seemed so nervous.
“Jeannie, I need to be honest with you …” he was even sweating now, but all that made me do was picture him fighting Grendel, “I have spent a semester talking with you…looking at you. I know this is completely inappropriate, but—”
“If we’re quiet, we could do it right here, right now.” I blurted. His mouth hung open, stunned. I put my hand over my mouth and laughed, embarrassed. “Oh my God. You are making a move, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then fuck me.”
Instantly we were at it. I just could not wait to get at his cock; I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants clear.
His cock spilled through the opening in his boxers, already so big and hard. It would feel awesome in my pussy—and my mouth.
I swallowed his cock and he groaned. Working him with deep, wet tension, I sucked fast, and then slow, keeping him on his toes how I’d have him. He ran his hands through my hair, and then squeezed my head, guiding it, so I could learn the exact way he liked his cock sucked.
“Get up.” He grunted. “I want to fuck you and get my jizz all over your ass. Cool?”
I sprang up and kissed him gratefully.
He turned me around so I was bent over his desk. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down, my ass and pussy in his full view. Then I felt him rub the head of his cock up against my asshole. I relaxed, pushing back, wanting him so bad. Quickly his cock popped inside me, and he began to fuck my brains out. I had to grit my teeth and grab his desk hard, so desperate not to make a sound!
He fucked me so hard, over and over—but then pushed into me and just held there—and I could feel my ass just get filled and filled with his hot, shooting cum. God it felt so amazing! When he was done, he slowly pulled out, spreading my ass cheeks wide apart.
“I want to see it come out,” he whispered. “Push the jizz out for me?”
As he watched, I bore down, and I could feel his jizz slide right out of my gaping hole. He caught it with his fingers and spread it, as promised, all over my cheeks. Inside and out, I felt so warm and yummy with his cum! He patted my ass and kissed me.
“Dinner tonight? My place? Then we can be noisy,” he grinned.
“Perfect,” I agreed. “I like my sex a little more epic myself.”
I never took another one of his classes; but I’ve been covered in his cum every night since.
