Angela was grateful when the faculty committee meeting finally broke up, late in the afternoon. Everybody had been staring at her, and, although the attention was highly flattering, she still wasn't used to it and it embarrassed her.
When she'd gotten dressed that morning, she'd impulsively decided not to wear any of her dowdy old outfits, but something nice for a change. She wanted Cathy to be proud of her. She put on sexy black lace lingerie – a sheer bra and panties, and a matching garter belt to hold up her stockings. Angela selected a tight-fitting skirt and a silk blouse, with a wide leather belt cinched around her waist to accentuate the swell of her breasts and buttocks. High heels and subtle makeup completed her new look; she let her hair loose, and left her glasses in her purse.
Her students were startled by this transformation, and so were her colleagues on the college's teaching staff. She'd been getting compliments all day long; it was almost enough to turn her head and make her feel like a giddy young girl!
She was particularly flattered when Robert, a burly young professor in his mid-twenties, made a point of sitting next to her at the faculty meeting, and flirted with her all through the boring discussion.
Robert was an intellectual type, but he had a handsome face, a nice body, and charming manners, and a reputation for being something of a womanizer – he'd almost gotten into trouble a couple of times for fucking young female students, and other faculty members' wives.
Angela was rather amused at the prospect of becoming his latest conquest. He'd always ignored her before; if anything, she ought to be insulted by his sudden interest. Then it occurred to her that an affair with a fellow teacher, like Robert, would be an ideal smoke-screen. No one would suspect that she was seducing young boys and girls if she was dating an attractive, suitable man her own age!
When Robert invited her to stop by his office after the meeting, saying he had some coffee brewing on a hot plate, Angela suspected it was just a ruse on his part to get her alone, so he could put the make on her. She went quite willingly.
His office was even smaller than hers, and it was something of a mess. No sooner was the door closed behind them than Robert took Angela in his arms and, crushing her against his big body, pressed his mouth to hers in a kissling, though!
It was an unexpectedly slow, gentle kiss: at first it seemed as though his lips barely touched hers. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders; there was only a feather's weight of contact between their bodies. But then the lips of his warm, sensuous-looking mouth parted and the tip of his tongue just faintly tickled the sensitive surface of her curved underlip.
Gently, his wet tongue probed her mouth more thoroughly. The pressure sent a flutter of arousal up her spine, and she had to restrain herself to keep from opening her mouth wide to the invasion of that tongue; it was more exciting to feign prim reluctance, to keep her lips in a narrow oval and feel the stiffness of the tongue slowly force its way between them.
Once Robert's tongue touched the tip of hers, however, Angela was no longer capable of such restraint. Their hot tongues wound around each other like a pair of mating serpents. Robert's lips were warm and knowing as they slid over hers. Angela was breathless, but she didn't care; dizzy with passion, she never wanted this first kiss to end.
Robert, she realized with a thrill, was an experienced seducer – not a naive, horny young boy like Derek. Her fellow professor was deliberately trying to arouse her with his mouth – and with his touch.
When her new lover's big hand slid down her back to cup the roundness of her full, firm buttocks through the tight-fitting sheath of her skirt, Angela was past the point at which she could convincingly play the role of the innocent virgin, even had she wished to do so – which she most emphatically did not want to do right now!
The pressure of his male hand exploring her pliant body made even a token protest impossible when Robert pulled her to him in such a way that her thighs parted and pushed against his. She felt his strong young penis rise against her belly, and she sucked deeply on the tongue he had thrust into her mouth, as though silently encouraging him to do the same with his cock.
At last they broke, the kiss, but remained standing as they were – thigh to thigh, his erection jammed into the curve of her stomach. Then Robert's hand went to her breast. He squeezed the mound of firm flesh passionately, the caressing penetrating the flimsy barrier of silk blouse and thin lace brassiere.
The stiffness of her nipples excited her as Angela unbuttoned her blouse down the front, then unfastened the front clasp of her brassiere and pulled it away from her lush bosom. Robert stood back and stared directly at her naked breasts. Her proud breasts stood at attention, as though fully wake that they were being admired – the nipples erect and throbbing.
Robert stared at her avidly, his mouth more than merely sensual now. It was ravenously hungry for that feast of female flesh spread in front of it! Angela wanted him to suck her breasts and she was past the point of being shy about it. She locked her hands behind his neck and drew his face down to her cleavage.
His hot, wet mouth lost itself there for a moment, his tongue licking the deep cleft like a plow of pliant flesh set in an equally fleshy furrow, his lips sucking and kissing, his teeth nibbling greedily; and then he was sucking one inflamed nipple with all his might.
Angela moaned and he guided her hand down to the erection filling the crotch of his trousers. With his fingers urging hers on, she stroked his hard cock through the cloth. It pulsated wildly in response to her lightest caress.
He backed her up against the nearest wall of the small room, his hands tugging the tight skirt up over her grinding hips to bare them. She unzipped his fly and groped for the penis trapped inside his sheer nylon French-styled briefs, the erect cock sprang free and filled her clasping hand. It was so thick that she had to strain to get her fingers closed around its throbbing circumference.
Oh, he's got a big prick! she told herself silently, excitedly, as the straight, thick shaft of Robert's erection quivered within her grasp. No wonder every cunt on campus is chasing after him! I want him, too! I want his cock! I want it in me!
As though he could read her thoughts, Robert's head rose from between her heaving breasts, his face flushed with excitement.
"I want you!" he gasped, his hand wriggling around furiously in the dampness underneath her panties.
"I want you, too!" I want your hard, hot cock inside my hungry pussy she wanted to add in a shriek of raw sexual excitement; but she didn't think they knew each other well enough yet for her to use such unladylike language. It might scare her colleague off!
"Oh, darling – how I want you, too!" she moaned in frustration. A sudden, hot spirt of cunt juices lubricated her slit and wet the crotchpiece of her panties, plastering them against the groove of her palpitating pussy. "Oh! Oh, God! Take me: take me, now!"
Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her long legs, enticing in their sheer stockings, parted and trembled in anticipation of having the hard-on she was caressing with her fingertips thrust up between them.
Angela pulled her panties down to her knees and pressed Robert's hand against the mound of her cunt. It was exciting to look down at it, squirming lewdly above the tops of her stockings, framed by the black lace of her garter belt; it reminded Angela of some old-fashioned Victorian pornography she had once admired and masturbated herself to orgasm over.
"Does it excite you when a man touches and fondles your clitoris?" Robert whispered eagerly.
"Oh, yes!" Angela moaned. "That and your mouth on my tits turns me all to jelly inside! Oh, God! Please, darling, I…"
She never got to finish the sentence, because Robert knelt on the floor in front of her and applied his talented mouth to her vagina. His tongue was unexpectedly rough against her sensitive, swollen clit; it dipped deep inside her body and Angela's senses reeled drunkenly.
She couldn't stop herself; her thighs locked around his head, her lower body wrenched and shook. "Oh! That mouth, I can't fucking wait! Oh, oh!" She climaxed against his mouth and licking tongue, quickly – hotly – violently! Again and again and again!
"You had an orgasm!" Robert exulted, panting for breath.
"Yes." She was still gasping herself, her racing pulse not yet slowed to normal. "Oh, God, yes, did I ever come, darling! Did I ever!"
"Perhaps I should've taken it slower," her fellow professor suggested apologetically, making it sound as though going down on her had been some sort of scientific experiment. "I had hoped to be inside your beautiful body when that happened – when you came."
"You mean with your prick?" Angela panted. There was surely no need to be so damned polite now!
"Yes. I have a good, strong erection here, I think. I can fuck you for some time," he promised matter-of-factly.
"I can come more than once – and pretty quickly at that, Robert," she assured him eagerly. "Especially if you lick me just a little more with your lovely warm tongue first!"
He did so at once. She watched him as he laved her inner thighs with his tongue, lazily at first, and then kissed his way up to her clitoris and rubbed it with the tip of his tongue until it was stiff and tense.
"I can smell your perfume mixed with your come!" Robert moaned, smiling up into her dazed eyes. Angela flushed hotly and said nothing, unaccustomed as she was to such compliments.
"I love it!" he told her heatedly. There could be no doubting the sincerity written all over his glowing, excited face. "It gets me very hard and makes my cock throb – and my mouth water for another taste of – you know what!"
He again plunged his face between her thighs and ate her pussy. He had been lapping up her natural lubrications, the by-products of her orgasm, around the entrance to her vulva… but now he shoved his stiffened tongue full-length up her tight vaginal channel and began to tongue-fuck her with it! Angela could take no more!
"Now!" she pleaded desperately through lips that were suddenly dry and burning – parched with lust! "Fuck me now! Put it all the way up inside me, darling! Fuck my pussy with your big hard cock and fuck it hard!"
She spread her legs as wide as she could get them as she braced herself against the wall. The blunt-tipped head of Robert's massive hard-on was dark red, swollen with blood, as he guided it clumsily toward her quivering cuntal crack.
The deep groove between the flushed lips of Angela's pussy was wet and slippery with her come-cream so that her fucker had no difficulty entering her almost at once. He placed both hands under her squirming behind to hold her vagina in pace, quickly rammed his prick all the way up it, and began to fuck her at a veritable gallop!
The thrills followed closely upon each other, each new one seemingly more intense, more prolonged, than the last. One of them was the way Robert lunged downward from time to time to mouth her breasts all the while his cock was pumping away frantically inside her vagina. His lips and tongue raced violently around each of Angela's aching nipples in turn.
Another thrilling sensation was the feel of this mature man's heavy, hairy balls, bouncing so unrestrainedly up against the sopping-wet lips of her well fucked quim.
And then there was the expert caress of Robert's fingertips just inside the cleft of her behind as his powerful, warm hands grasped and squeezed the cheeks of her ass to pull her body even tighter against his as they screwed and also to show Angela exactly how he wanted her to move so as to increase the friction of his cock buried in her willing, wildly responsive cunt.
And finally, of course, there was the moment in which Robert lost all control of his body and Angela could actually feel the rippling pulsations of his prick inside her body just before they were followed and obliterated by the hot, fierce gush of his sperm as he lost his load high up inside her womb.
Until she felt that incredible wet, flooding sensation, Angela had thought it unlikely that she would reach a second orgasm, so violently had Robert been banging her to get his own satisfaction – not that she minded his roughness in the least! But when he did come inside her like that and she realized that he was still hard even after the last of his semen had been shot deep into her vagina, Angela began a series of mounting climaxes that shook her from head to foot like a volcano in full, fiery eruption.
Robert, excited anew by her involuntary bodily contortions and the loud gasps and moans of orgasm that burst from her lips, cooperated, his mouth sucking even more voraciously than before at her breasts. Angela's mind and body melted into a sea of molten lava as she came and came on that huge hard prick of his.
"I'm coming!" Angela cried at the top of her lungs, not caring who might hear her. "Oh, God, am I coming! My cunt's on fire, it's burning up – I'm coming again and again, coming, oh fuck!"
Half an hour later, still tingling internally from the multiple orgasms she had just enjoyed while impaled upon Robert's tireless cock, Angela slipped out of his office and hurried down the hall.
She glanced at her watch. It was getting late, and Cathy might be worried about her. The thought of the lovely blonde girl waiting eagerly for her back at the house, probably anxious after their sex together and as impatient to repeat it as Angela was, made Angela go to the nearest pay phone.
She called, strumming her fingertips against the dirty cracked glass of the phone booth, until her phone at home rang – five, ten, fifteen times. Then Angela hung up, gnawing her lower lip with new insecurity.
God, what if Cathy had had some sort of guilt reaction and had decided not to move in with her after all? After all, she was young and technically still a virgin; her sudden plunge into lesbian activity might have frightened her, now that she'd had time alone to think it all over.
Angela tried to stay calm, remembering the girl's fierce, possessive embrace and her whispered promises and expressions of gratitude. No, she decided, Cathy wouldn't leave her, not on impulse, anyway… the girl worshipped her already, had sworn to do anything for her as long as she could live with Angela and go on having sex with her.
Perhaps Cathy had just gone out for a walk. And then there was Derek, her other roomer and sex partner, whom Angela had almost forgotten about in the mad rush of events since their first night in bed together.
Derek would be home from his classes by now; perhaps he and Cathy had gone out somewhere together, and were talking about Angela right now. God, what if they found out she'd been screwing around with both of them? Would they be amused – or disgusted?
Angela hurried toward the parking lot, hoping that Cathy and Derek were together, waiting for her to return to them.
They were together, all right; but they were hardly thinking of Angela at the moment – even though she was directly, if unknowingly, responsible for their having come together in such an impetuous rush of youthful lust.