The Panty Professor

Acknowledging his nod that he would, I licked the tip of his cock, put him
in my mouth halfway and bit. Just a little teeth. I pulled him out and
said, “Tastes great.” I made him disappear down my throat and bit him a
little harder. I pulled him out again and asked, “Less filling?” I
answered my own question with, “Let’s find out,” and I went back down on
him. My left hand circled the base of his cock as my right hand followed
my mouth up and down on him.

“Yeow!” he cried. “If you keep doing that, young lady, I’m going to cum in
your mouth, all over your face, and on that expensive blouse.”

“So?” I replied indifferently. “The blouse comes off, you know.”

Then I started doing him without any hands on his cock, slowly at first,
playing with his balls and cute butt. He put his left hand behind my head
and pushed me on him, and with his right hand unbuttoned my blouse. I
didn’t wear a bra that night. He started toying with my tits and could see
that Zipper had begun to turn me on too because the tips of my nipples were
becoming very erect.

When I get real horny I have to get off like right now. I don’t care where
I am, I find a way. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside my
100% white cotton panties. I was very, very wet and brought myself to
orgasm in what seemed like seconds.

“You have exquisite breasts,” he complimented admiringly as he watched me
please myself. “I’d like to fuck them after I fuck your mouth.”

“No problem, professor. If I ace your international law course this
semester, I’ll be taking business law from you next semester.”

When he frowned at my last comment, instead of taking him down my throat, I
took him to the side of my face, in my cheek. He put his hand on my cheek
and the feel of his cock in my face drove him crazy. Then I started to go
down on him hard and fast. Every time I went down on him all the way, I
squeezed his butt and pulled him towards me.

“Ohhhhhhh, I like what your doing,” he moaned. “Usually I have to take a
woman out for an expensive meal about five times before she’ll do this.”

“Well, I’m different, professor. Your big fat juicy cock is my dinner.”

He got incredibly hard and he started going right back at me, fucking my
face. Then he started screaming in some foreign language, like, “Oooohhhh,
eeeeeee, aaaaahhhhhhh,
oooowwwwhhhh.”

“Is that Hebrew?” I asked.

Ignoring my teasing, he started yelling, “God, suck me, suck me! Harder,
faster, please, please, suck me!”

I stopped.

“Whaaa? Please don’t stop! Not now, please, please!” he whined, “I’m so
close.”

“Professor, I have one small request before I finish what I started.”

“Whatever you want. Name it. But please keep doing what your doing!”

“Give me the answers to the mid-term exam.” I reacted to his noncommittal
expression by slurping on his cock once more. “It’s that or your cock
never pokes my tonsils ever again.”

“Young lady, you give me your cum soaked 100% white cotton panties right now
and you can have the answers to the test.” I took off the panties and
handed them to him. He put them over his head, with the crotch right under
his nose. I snickered momentarily because he looked outrageously odd, but
that didn’t distract me from the task at hand for long. Besides, the clock
was still running and I wanted to win. I attacked his cock with a
vengeance, hoping to be drenched in hot cum in the immediate future.

And then he seemed to relax just for a moment. I wasn’t sure at first but
when he started throbbing and pulsating out of control I knew he was ready.
And then it came, sort of like a hose when you first turn the nozzle on.
Spurt, spurt, and then a rather steady flow. All the while he is talking
more Hebrew,” Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He shot more spunk than
I could possibly swallow and it ran down my chin and onto my tits. Good
thing the expensive blouse had come off.

His knees buckled and I knew he couldn’t stand any longer so I helped him to
the floor. Then I put his cock back in my mouth, all of it, and kept him
there nice and warm until the swelling had long subsided.

Well, I didn’t win the Zipper contest that day, probably due to too much
talking on my part and not enough serious sucking, but I did ace
international law. I might add that none of us girls had to do much
studying after we played Scanty and Zipper, and we made the Dean’s List with
room to spare. We negotiated with the professors to make copies of the
tape but had to edit it to hide their faces. You really couldn’t recognize
our faces because most of the time our mouths were stuffed with professor
pork.

My sorority sisters and I now market a product called Scantys. You get a
copy of the tape and a dozen pair of well used panties for $99.95. A
notarized statement is enclosed attesting to the fact that the panties were
acquired by chasing us down and ripping them off.

One dude alone, Slut Boy, has purchased over one hundred sets. He now runs
an international law firm specializing in saving the world. Rumor has it
he requires his lawyers to wear the panties over their heads, with the
crotch right under their nose, to stimulate “make love not war” thinking.
He did, however, have to issue a “No masturbating while lawyering” edict,
because, as he whined, “No fucking work is getting done.”

To order yours today, dial 1-900-SCA-NTYS and hold until the busy signal
stops.

“The Panty Professor” is Part Four of the sexual history of my life. You
can find the first three parts also posted on this site. I am purging my
soul. Telling of my past transgressions is part of my repentance.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.