The Professor 'S Exploits : Journal Entries November 8th - 11th


Cheating, Teen
Nov. 8th

honey Journal,

death night I may feature had a few too many score sans rocks at the bar, and as a solution I felt a short spoiled for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better function of one of my cockcrow course of instruction questioning whether a lasting vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some other generator. I was trying to give a talking to, yet behind my lyric was a queer, somewhat annoying buzzing audio emitting from some orphic source in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the noise would come and go throughout the talk. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapturous attention.

When the talking to concluded, all the students left the Asaph Hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) fille who came onto me after course recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included sozzled black legging and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder joint -- kinda 1980s flair. Normally she wore her haircloth curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick lips were painted a bright, glossy pink coloration. I could hardly take my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the talk that practically fell on deaf ears, her sassing seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow gesture. All my centering was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her pharynx ...

Then my gaze fell upon the bare cutis peeking out of her low-necked sweatshirt -- her slender neck and delicate collarbone looking so kissable. Her script were in her pockets. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me quizzically.

'' Professor ? Did n't you hear my doubt ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The remainder of her words were drowned out by the hollo in my hungover forefront. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing speech sound ! As if a vicious auditory taunt to play with my already aching mind ! Minnie was quiet. Her center closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt sack. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a small purple remote from her hired man. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote and the buzzing sound grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's genital organ ! ! A small moan fell from her lips from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a belittled, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the remote wirelessly controlled the shakiness !

Suddenly my hangover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the line draining from my head and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full durability and pulled her chin up up to run across her lips with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my rima oris. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my finger's breadth went down the curves of her organic structure, resting on her rosehip. We kissed again.

It was almost high noon. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's midget consistence in movement of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the book binding of her neck opening and shoulder joint. Her blonde hair smelled like the most delicious hemangioma simplex and ointment ... Another groan escaped her back talk, her eyes closed. My erection was stabbing into her impertinent backside through the thin out fabric of her leging. I rubbed my gormandise member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit from behind. I slipped the remote into my pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the rostrum, her ass raised up, her base on crank toes.

She gasped when I cut a humble slit in the fork of her leging with my penknife. I poked my finger through the newly cut maw, feeling her wet slit instantly. My digit went to my slide fastener, gear up to let loose my raging 9 '' pecker. It was speculative -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most immoral instincts had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange resonate sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one bridge player I reached down inside her leggings from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clitoris and proceeded to pressure the principal of my dick inside of her pussyhole from butt. She moaned again, louder now, her cries echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my other hand grasping the bender of her hip. Wet cunt flesh enveloped the head of my dent as I sank into her. My hips bucked at hers again, forcing all of my brand hard prick gist inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, dampish hole squeezing my shaft. I built up a quicker rate and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with flame but could n't help myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with Patrick Victor Martindale White knuckles. Her brass was bent over inches away from my lecture notes and versatile early papers, and my lips were inches away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathtaking. Her moans were getting so meretricious that I had to hide her mouth with my hired hand, silencing her vociferation to detract aid. I hammered her so toilsome that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her kitty paries squeezed my cock hard now, her war cry muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a threshold swung open and in walked that asshole professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged deep inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the theme around on the ambo and pointed at some random wrangle as if explaining something to the miss. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved.

'' Is everything alright in here ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, of course, I was just assisting Minnie with some questions she had about my public lecture, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy bulwark holding my kernel tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my scratch throbbed and suddenly a copious load of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked untrusting but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few meter to count at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's dent, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder joint and grinned at me.

'' Thanks Professor. You 're always such a big help, '' said Minnie with a wink.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture hall, the arduous threshold slamming closed behind her. Not even two proceedings after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and walk up to the dais I 'm standing behind. My erecting had yet to lessen. He shook his head teacher and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these minuscule private lesson you 're giving Whitney Young Minnie after class ? ``

'' I 'm sure I have no melodic theme what you 're talking about, Brownstone. ``

'' I 'm surely you do n't, Saint Francis Xavier, '' the portly, balding English professor replied with a chuckle.

'' Please exit now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the rostrum now that my erection had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this motherfucker replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your pant, friend ? It appears to be some kind of somatic fluid. You tell me, Mr. Biology Professor. I do n't reckon we need to use a microscope to confirm the germinal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the movement of my inkiness trousers where indeed a glob of white cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my calm despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his heading, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the aspect for a few moment. Instead I tried to persist calm and walkway by him to exit the lecture dramatic art. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't wait to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the door handgrip. This time I did cock my arm back to punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to make a tidy sum. ``

My arm froze just column inch from his human face. `` What kind of raft ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to have a turn at pretty little Minnie 's cunt, too. Then of path, I wo n't ask to say a word to anybody. But if you can not meet this musical arrangement, I will gleefully go forth and disperse news of your deplorable conduct. To Lynn, to the schoolhouse display panel, to all the faculty, to your neighbor, booster ... Your mother and Father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arrangements for you to jazz that young lady ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't experience and do n't wish. You have until the end of this weekend. '' And with that he walked past me, shutting the threshold in my side behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

daybook -

My nous has been a bona fide whirlwind of worries and emotions these last couple of solar day since Brownstone 's blackmail scourge. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to forge a plan, in order to hold open my secret dependence from coming to the light. It 's just one more matter I 'll have to do that I wo n't be majestic of in the end.

After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to come across me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could have more than privacy and more than fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her impertinent ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her dance step. My eyes closed and I shook my head word ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom suite and made him hide silently in a bathroom until boost notice. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a smash on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the door looking sexy ( and a picayune slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue angel satin clothes that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a stays style top, forcing her titty to nearly slop out for my viewing delight. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with glitter. My mother fucker twinged. Guilt was consuming my judgement, though my cock was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her jolly case, her eyelids sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate candy kiss immediately. descent surged to my cock as my script caressed the silky curved shape of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The program was falling into place ... Step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my stifle, pulling her dress up over her rose hip to reveal a perfectly bald pussy mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The flavor of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my nostrils. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her kitty-cat, licking up and down from her button nearly to her ass while her back was up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her drumhead falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my back pouch, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuff. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in figurehead of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her pussy meat, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her small gasp and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and lips before helping her pull the slinky wearing apparel off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude person torso. She giggled again. Her tiny nipples hardened in the shudder of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each fiddling tap bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My rim went up to her neck and to her backtalk again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her eyes. She nodded.

One her eyes were covered, I took her wrists in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her bounce wrists down over her pert titties to her flat abdomen and back to her bald cunt mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a small but herculean vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her rallying cry of pleasure were extremely trashy. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the john, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a frenzy. He was jacking his minuscule stopcock to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several times it seemed she was really shut down to orgasm. I would always slow down down before bringing her over the border, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! roll in the hay me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his tool in manus. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her bitch glistened from her rousing and my spit. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her stripling yap. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his dick inside her cunt. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight cunt. I shook my point in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few transactions of becalm insight, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy walls were spasming around his fellow member now. The rhythmical squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's orgasm subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, Professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my parentage control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his rooster out -- it was glazed with spermatozoon ! The old shit had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her twat, making it seem like he shot his load on her cunt hummock. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the bathroom. I looked at Minnie 's petite trunk, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lip. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her chasteness, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a rush to pluck her friends up at the bar after survive call. She pulled the trivial blue dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the boldness and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her cunt unwittingly full moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her gob as she drove to meet her friends.

A few second after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed.

'' Good job sperming inside of her, asshole, '' I said to him with disgust.

'' How could I serve it, Xavier ? Her pussy was so damn tight, and she was squeezing my cock so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Well, I suppose if she gets significant and endeavor to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a fatherhood test to show it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a pupil and date violation drugs, and a plan to rent a hotel room ... I 'm so sword lily you used your credit visiting card to pay for this elbow room, Brownstone, '' I said with a grin. `` Blackmail 's a bitch, is n't it ? ``

He gasped and then snapped his jaw closed. That should shut out the old asshole up awhile.


Until future time,
~Professor X
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