Teacher-Student Sex Story
"Miss Otis Regrets Nothing" erotica by Oswald Upton
Professor Janis Karen Otis gathered the stacks of completed essays from the table and stuffed them tightly into her satchel as the classroom politely emptied back into the hallways of Dunsmoor College. I remained in my seat, unable and unwilling to take a chance at standing, afraid that the evidence of my arousal should be apparent to all... and to the achingly lovely professor in particular.
I had long been a fan of the professor's long, literary novels... and owned them all in first edition hardcovers. She was extremely prolific and they took up a prodigious amount of shelf space in my apartment. I fondled each book in turn every night... first running my fingers over her printed name on the cover and spine... then turning to the requisite author's photo at which I gazed longingly. Book after book I perused in this way... until my erection throbbed in agony.
I felt much the same way now. Seeing the esteemed novelist live and in person was an even greater thrill than gazing at her luminescent book photos. Lithe and willowy, with straight, dark hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, she looked nothing near her true age which, to be honest, was uncomfortably close to that of my parents. There was something sad about her face, something serious and cool... but this effect was outshone by the devilish twinkle that beamed from her eyes.
She continued to pick up papers from the table and put them into her case. The lecture room was empty now; the door to the hallway firmly closed. Quickly, before I lost my nerve along with my erection, I got to my feet and strode uncomfortably to her podium.
"Professor Otis?" I stammered.
"Yes?" she replied, turning to me and giving me the full force of her devastatingly deep blue eyes.
"My... my name is David. I am a huge fan of your work."
"Well, thank you. It's always great fun to meet a fan." She extended a slender hand towards me. I was almost too shocked to reciprocate. When I took it I was amazed at its warmth and softness. I did not let go for a long time... and she made no move to pull it away on her own.
Our eyes locked. Unspoken promises of all sorts passed between us in an instant. Her eyes continued to twinkle. Soon the corners of her mouth crinkled into the most charming and wicked of smiles. I looked away for an instant at our hands, still tightly entwined. "I suppose I should let go," I said. "But I can't quite bring myself to."
"Don't let go on my account," she smiled. "I quite like the contact."
"I just never imagined I would ever get a chance to actually touch you like this."
"How DO you imagine touching me?" she asked, coming a step closer. She dropped her satchel onto the floor. I stepped back nervously until I ran into the table, still littered with ungathered essays.
"I don't imagine anything at all..." I stammered, my arousal becoming painfully apparent once again.
This did not escape her notice, much to my embarrassment. Her eyes dipped down to my belt line and then back up to lock into my own once again. She took another step forward. "I think you have a very vivid imagination," she said. She let go of my hand now and lightly placed it on the bulge in my jeans.
She out her left hand on my neck and massaged it as her right hand took hold of the metal zipper and inched it downward. When she had finished pulling it all the way down I nearly spilled out of the opening. Her fingers deftly searched for the fly of my boxer shorts and wriggled inside. The touch of her velvety-soft fingers on my shaft was exquisite.
She leaned in close, pressing her moist, warm lips into mine. Her tongue sought out mine and they meshed together, writhing and slithering together like two snakes in heat. I felt myself melting at her touch, my legs nearly buckling.
She worked her hand slowly up and down my hardened shaft, keeping the blood pumping into it. Just as I was about to crumble to the floor she pushed me back onto the table. Papers were strewn everywhere as she unbuckled my belt and pulled the jeans off me with a mighty yank. I made a motion to get up but she said, "No. Just lie there for now."
She grabbed the waistband of my boxers and wriggled them down my legs. My erection popped up like a ship's mast. Her eyes fixed on it and I could see her tongue protrude ever so slightly to lick at her lips. "Impressive," she whispered and then leaned forward.
I fell back onto the table and my back arched with an audible crack as her mouth closed on the head of my penis. She made soft little sucking noises and then I could feel her tongue slithering over and around the tip. I gripped the sides of the table to keep from flailing helplessly.
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Her smooth, warm hands curved and caressed the cheeks of my buttocks as her lips slowly made their way down my throbbing shaft. Before I knew it she had taken me all in, her tongue continuing to slither around my erection with increased fervor. She inched her head back, letting her pursed lips glide all the way back up the length of my cock.
I groaned in ecstasy as she repeated this process again and again... her head bobs increasing in frequency and ferocity with each descent. Soon, groaning would no longer suffice to release my pent-up emotions and I felt that I would scream. Just as I was on the brink of release she stopped... grabbing my cock tightly by the base and squeezing not only with tenderness but also with a strength that I did not expect.
"Not yet," she cooed. "Not just yet."
She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. She leaned in close, letting my quivering hard-on nestle in the crevice of her bosom. She grabbed at my shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying across the room. She pressed her face to my stomach covering it with wet, lingering kisses. My cock lay smothered between her slight, yet full breasts. She heaved her whole body back and forth atop my prone form, causing my moistened cock to glide smoothly between her luscious mounds of flesh.
She kissed her way up my chest and finally was at my neck, nibbling and sucking. She had climbed fully into the table now, shedding her skirt and panties on the way. Her soft, downy patch brushed briefly atop my excited member as she clambered up. I ached to have it inside her.
Straddling me, she inched her way up my torso until her glistening vagina was literally in my face. I grabbed her bottom and held her steady as I extended my tongue. I licked delicately at first, savoring the sweet yet salty flavor but soon she was grinding herself into me, begging me to go deeper and harder inside of her. I complied.
She moaned and whimpered and I continued to explore every last bit of her pussy with my tongue. She writhed rhythmically as my lips and tongue continued to tantalize her quivering clit with fierce passion. She climaxed with a small scream and soon her taste was spilling into my mouth. I licked my lips hungrily.
Now was my chance to take charge. I flipped her over onto her back, helpless and gasping for breath. "I need to be inside you, Professor," I said.
"No... need... to be so formal," she gasped.
"I don't know if I can call you Janis." I said, perplexed. I had worshipped her for too long to be this familiar this fast.
"Call me Miss Otis," she smiled.
"I need to be inside you, Miss Otis."
"You need to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I need to fuck you, Miss Otis."
"Well, what are you waiting for then?" she grinned mischievously and spread her legs across the table.
I positioned myself between her legs and pointed my granite-hard penis towards her. She lifted her legs up to rest on my shoulders as I pressed forward. My cock plunged into her hard and deep... gliding in so effortlessly that it was like thrusting into a bowl of warm Jell-o.
My head dived for her breasts, which I devoured voraciously. I licked and sucked each tender nipple until they were hard enough to cut glass. My pelvis rocked back and forth, pistoning my aching shaft inside of her again and again. Each thrust caused her to give out another little cry and made me even more insane with lust. I nibbled and chewed contentedly at her breasts as my penetration became more and more insistent.
Again and again my cock dived deep, causing her whole body to spasm beneath me. I tried to hold her still but there was no controlling her at this point. There was no controlling myself either and I could feel the warm, electric sensation rising up from my loins.
"Miss Otis, I'm going to come!" I called out.
"Do it! Do it!" she cried, grabbing my ass and preventing me from pulling out. "I want you to come inside me!"
Like I had any choice. The second her hands clutched my ass I came like a rocket, spurting in waves, over and over again until I was spent. I lay there for a few moments on top of her, my face laying on her pillowy breast, feeling the trickle of our love juices as the mingled and dripped down our thighs. It was several minutes before I could bring myself to pull myself from her and lay at her side.
A few moments later she got up and swung her legs off the table. Papers were sticking to her and to me and she began to peel them off and gather them into a pile. Some students were going to have something besides red ink on their papers when they were returned.
"How was it?" I asked, watching her bend over to pick the remaining papers from the floor.
"Do you really have to ask?" she replied with a coquettish toss of her tousled hair.
"I just don't want this to be something you'll end up regretting," I said.
"Miss Otis regrets nothing. Ever." She flashed those haunting blue eyes at me once more.
Then she casually threw her clothes back on, jammed the remaining papers into her satchel and headed for the door, leaving me spent and helpless on the table. I was too tired to stop her though I was desperate for her to stay.
Suddenly she stopped at the doorway and turned to me. "Were you interested in the apprentice job that I had advertised in the college paper?"
"Apprentice?" I gasped. I had never seen the ad.
"Yes. I was looking for someone to help with some mundane chores. Somehow I think that with you the mundane might seem more bearable."
"Yes, I think so, too."
"Well, you must come for an interview. How about later this evening? At my home?"
"Yes. I could come."
"I'm sure you could," she winked and she was out the door.
Copyright June 2006, Oswald Upton
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally Published June 2006: Sexy, Strange & Strangely Sexy