Nick Eastwood - Virgins in heat

"No hurry," Ed leered. "We got all night."

That was fine with Patty. She was perfectly ready to fuck all night – and for the rest of her life, for that matter.

Friday afternoon when the three girlfriends got back from the beach, Linda still had to go to her chemistry class. That didn't bother her, though. She hummed to herself as she showered, and then she dressed in skin tight jeans and a clinging black jersey that clearly outlined her perfectly round grapefruit-size tits. She grabbed her notebook and hurried off to class.

She was careful to get there early so she could get a seat in the front row. Professor John Wells, who taught the course, was a very attractive guy. Linda wanted to make sure she could see him well, and she wanted to be very sure he could see her. Everybody said that Professor Wells, meek and married, would never dream of fooling around with a student, but Linda had other ideas.

Wells hurried into the classroom just as the bell rang, his horn-rimmed classes sliding down his nose, his thick black hair flying. His suit coat was buttoned wrong, his fly was halfway open, and as he approached the lectern he dropped his pile of notes. There was nothing unusual about any of this. Professor Wells just couldn't get his sit together. However he did know a lot about chemistry, and once he got going on the subject, his awkwardness vanished.

Linda didn't understand a word he was saying. Ordinarily that would have worded her, but not today. She had a fiendish plan to kill two birds with one stone – to win the bet she'd made with her roommates, and to pass the chemistry course. She just hoped it would work. She could barely keep froth wriggling with excitement as Professor Wells droned on.

About halfway through the lecture she noticed that he was looking at her tits. He always did that when she sat in the front row. Fine, she was ready for him. Hp black jersey was very low cut, showing the plump cleavage of her ripe young tits. Then she dropped her pencil on the floor and leaned over to pick it up, knowing Wells could see right down her jersey. He'd be able to see all of her tits except the nipples.

Linda took her time about straightening up, and when she finally looked at Professor Wells again, his face was pink. He stuttered over seine statistics and forced himself to look away from her. Linda smiled broadly and pretended to take notes. At last the dreary hour was over, and the students hurried out of the room – all but Linda, that is.

She waited while Wells gathered up his notes. He was a tall, lanky man of about thirty-five, his handsome features somewhat obscured by his glasses. Linda speculated about how he looked naked, and she felt a horny tingling in her pussy. She wondered how big his cock was. She remembered her date with Herb at the drive-in movies and how hot and hard his prick had felt in her fist. She could hardly wait to play with another cock!

"May I help you, Miss Brown?" Professor Wells said.

Linda started. Shed been lost in delicious naughty thoughts. "Oh, yes, Professor," she said, "you sure could help me. I don't think I'm gonna pass this course."

Wells sighed. He'd hate to see Linda flunk his class. He looked forward to coming here three times a week just so he could look at her superb young tits, and today he'd had an especially nice view when she leaned over to retrieve her pencil. Looking at Linda's tits was the highlight of his week.

"Why don't we go to my office and discuss it, Miss Brown?" he said.

Linda beamed. This was just the chance she'd been hoping for. "Fine, Professor," she purred, "and why don't you just call me Linda."

Wells' office was small and crammed with books and papers, but there was a leather couch, Linda noted excitedly. She sat on one end of it, Wells on the other. Now what to do? She was sure that the shy chemistry professor had the hots for her, but he might be too respectable ever to admit it. She had to go into action fast. She whipped a hanky out of her purse and pretended to start crying.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm so worried," she sobbed. "I just know I'm gonna flunk your course, Professor."

Wells reacted just as she'd hoped, scooting over right next to her and putting his arm around her shoulders. "There, there," he crooned, "I'm sure I can help you."

Linda rested her head on his shoulder and put her hand on his thigh. "You're so kind, Professor," she said. "I just don't know how to thank you."

"It's nothing," he sighed.

Nothing, hell. Unknown to Linda, John Wells was wild with lust and terribly afraid he was going to get a hard-on. It seemed as if his wife was always pregnant and never wanted to fuck. He'd been horny for weeks. And Linda was such a gorgeous girl, a slim redhead with fantastic tits. She cuddled against him, cooing about what a nice guy he was, when in fact he wanted to rip off her pants and ram his cock into her.

"I just don't know how to thank you," she was saying. And as he muttered his reply, she raised her pretty face and kissed him. Wells felt her soft hot mouth on his mouth, and he simply couldn't resist returning the kiss. It was terribly wrong to fool around with a student, of course, and he'd never dreamed of doing it before, but now he found himself sliding his tongue into Linda's mouth. Her tongue tickled over his.

It was too much for the frantically horny professor. To his dismay he felt his cock going stiff as steel in his pants. His balls ballooned, filling with hot jizz, till they crowded his shorts. Shit, Wells thought, I hope she doesn't notice. He broke the kiss and smiled blandly at Linda.

"Well, just what parts of the course don't you understand, Linda?" he said, as if nothing unusual had happened. Then he turned beet red. The girl was staring at his fly.

"Why, Professor Wells," Linda giggled, "you've got a hard on."

"Oh, Christ," Wells moaned. "I'm sorry, Linda. This is so embarrassing."

"Why?" Linda cooed. "There's nothing wrong with getting a hard on. It's just natural. Ummmm, I bet it's a big one. Let me look."

"Linda!" Wells gasped.

Too late – the pretty red-haired teenager was already tugging open the zipper of his fly. She laid his pants open and jerked down his shorts. His stiff cock and swollen balls burst free of their confinement. Linda gawked at them, her green eyes huge with curiosity.

She'd never seen a cock before. She'd only touched Herb's prick in the dark, inside his pants. Now she feasted her eyes on Professor Wells' enormous rigid dick. She estimated that the pale blue-veined monster was about seven inches long, and it looked as thick as her wrist. The head of his cock was a big dark red knob. His balls looked enormous, too, baseball size sacs and thatched with wiry black hairs.

"Oh, wow," Linda breathed, "your cock's so big."

As she went on gawking at his hard on, Wells was town between morality and lust. He knew it was absolutely wrong to get involved with his students and that he could lose his job over it, but he hadn't been laid in weeks and Linda seemed to be so uninhibited and willing. It wasn't the first time one of his girl students had hinted that she'd put out for him in exchange for a passing grade.

"Oh, I just have to feel it," Linda said eagerly. Speechless with shock, Wells watched her reach out and run her fingers up and down his lewdly wagging cock. Her soft warm touch felt delicious, and he couldn't suppress a lusty shiver. The she curled her fingers around his prick and began to pump it slowly and sensuously. Wails groaned and almost shot his load. He knew he should call a halt to this wicked scene, but be just wouldn't bear to make her stop.

"Gosh, your cock's hot," Linda said wonderingly.

She really liked pumping his prick. It was a lot bigger than Herb's, and it felt very exciting to bold it in her fist. The flesh was scalding hot and smooth as silk, and his hugely thick rod throbbed heavily under her fingers. As she pumped his prick, his slit of a pisshole started to leak little bubbles of clear juice. He still hadn't said anything, but he was trembling and breathing hard.