As she sat in her office thinking about the night before, somehow, the risk of making a pass at a student didn't seem important any longer. Her long, arduous, deliriously satisfying fuck session with Derek in the early hours of the morning had blown the cap off Angela's inhibitions for good, and her newly liberated obscene imagination was running wild! There wasn't anything she didn't feel ready to do, no matter how risky it might be! She'd sacrifice anything for sex now that she'd tasted its forbidden pleasures!
But, in spite of her constantly throbbing vagina and erotic hot flashes, Angela knew the hazards of trying to seduce a young girl in, say, her office on campus after class hours… a woman simply didn't make a lesbian pass in the hope of sucking off and masturbating to orgasm some virginal coed, not in a conservative small town like this hole.
The same act with a boy carried less risk, because, although he might boast to his friends about getting laid by an older woman, he was highly unlikely to have some sort of stupid guilt reaction afterward, as a girl might, and run to his parents to complain.
And, Angela had to admit to herself, for all her curiosity about lesbian sexual practices, she had a greater, ever-growing curiosity about cocks. She knew they came in various sizes and shapes and degrees of potency and staying power; but she'd seen and had so few that she wondered now whether they all tasted alike – hot and male and exploding with sexual power. She wondered if all men's semen tasted salty and pungent, and if they all had swollen purplish veins running along their hardened shafts…?
"God, but I'm horny!"
She looked around quickly, her face burning, at the sound of her own whisper, shocked that she'd actually said it out loud. Was she losing all control over her libido? Saying things like that was appallingly dangerous.
Maybe so, shrieked her sex-starved mind. But you do want to be lucked again – soon! You're so horny you can't wait until tonight to get it!
Angela shuddered as she stood up, left the classroom, and walked briskly toward her office, which was in the same building. Her full breasts felt clammy with excitement against the cups of her brassiere and the crotchpiece of her panties was soaked through with the wet proof of her eagerness.
In the hallway outside her office, she found one of her students lounging against the wall, obviously waiting for her. His name was Jeff; he was about twenty, a football player who'd come to her for such conferences once or twice before, asking her questions about the assigned reading material, or seeking her advice on term papers and the like.
He had a ruggedly handsome face, and tonight, as he slouched against the wall, Angela couldn't help noticing the massive bulge jutting out from the crotch of his tight faded jeans. Jeff wasn't terribly bright, she knew, but was a nice kid – and, judging from the lump in his pants, his cock would be immense once it was fully hard!
And what else mattered? Angela's lewd imagination leered at her as Jeff greeted her with clumsy macho shyness.
But… could a boy that age, one of her own students, be trusted to keep his mouth shut, if she let him fuck her? Angela had no way of knowing for sure. But the moment she laid eyes on the young jock, she realized that she was so hot to trot that she no longer gave a damn whether the stud could be trusted or not! She was so desperate for sex she believed she could screw a dog if one wandered in off the street!
"Oh, hi, Ms. Sutherland… do you have a minute?"
With his blond good looks and fine body, the football star undoubtedly had plenty of girls chasing after him, all but begging him to screw them, Angela thought… but tonight she would teach him the difference between a girl – and a woman!
"Of course I do, Jeff," she purred. "I always have time for a good student like you."
The shapely brunette felt her knees wobbling as she went over to unlock her office door. All she had to do if she wanted to play it safe would be to confine her erotic activities to Derek, in her own house. His hot, ever-ready young stud cock should be enough to satisfy the most passionate, abandoned woman's lusts.
But, after so many years of self-imposed frustration, Angela wasn't just passionate – she was ravenous, rapidly approaching the point of virtual insatiability. The risk was half the thrill, a kind of perverse challenge that drove her on to further excesses with a relentless, lustful power that obliterated her own will.
"Come inside, Jeff," she invited him in a gasp.
He followed her into her office, and she turned on her desk lamp. Nervously, Angela seated herself on the sofa instead of behind the desk, and lit a cigarette. Glancing at the student's massive crotch, she knew there was nothing that would stop her from enjoying his body now, no matter what the risk.
"Sit down here," she instructed him huskily, patting the cushions beside her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Jeff."
Puzzled by her behavior, the twenty-year-old stud eased himself down onto the cushions. He hoped she wasn't going to tell him that he was flunking her course! So far, the thought of sex was farthest from his mind – not with his aloof, respectable, prudish teacher!
Angela spoke as she took off her glasses and uncoiled her hair from its tight chignon: "I know that you've been worried about your grades, Jeff. But don't be. You'll pass my course, if you keep on working as hard as you have been for me up to now. You may even end up making out better than you imagine. But right now there's something more important than all that, that I want to discuss with you…"
Jeff felt a sharp prickle in his long, thick cock. She looked startlingly different now, with her glasses gone and her hair down – strikingly beautiful, and very sexy. Her eyes were large and luminous, burning into him with a strange intensity, transmitting an unmistakable if shockingly unexpected message. Jesus Christ – Ms. Sutherland had the hots for him!
"Intelligence isn't everything, Jeff," Angela whispered, putting a hand on his upper thigh and rubbing her fingertips slowly toward the swell made by his prick. "Being a man is even more important… we both know a lot of arrogant twerps with brains on this campus, but they're not all real men, are they? Not where it counts, anyway… I think you're a man already, though, Jeff. And I want you to prove it to me!"
The football player gulped nervously. "P-Prove it to you?" Ordinarily, he went about seducing a girl by simply taking her to a drive-in movie or to the woods outside of town, necking with her and then trying to get into her pants – and, if he was successful, just shoving it into her and balling away.
But this was no dumb chick; this was a lady – a tall, long-legged, sophisticated woman who made the giggling football-team groupies on campus look asinine by comparison. And she wanted him to prove he was a man?
"Yes, prove it to me," she repeated in a sultry voice, as though she'd read his thoughts. She leaned closer and rubbed her hand boldly over his crotch, making his massive young cock leap instantly in response to the pressure.
"Pull down your pants," Angela whispered lewdly, her face suddenly contorted with demanding lust. "Show me your big cock and I'll give you the best blow job you'll ever have in your life, Jeff!"