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Professor Anders was one of those older women who just never lost the Ummmmphhh God gave em. She was maybe in her late 50's, classically graying hair, classy dress that only hinted at the body underneath. Best of all though, were those legs; Long, Tina Turner, Ya-So-I'm-Older-But-I-Still-Look-Damn-Good legs. I would sit in class every day and imagine feeling those legs on my shoulders.

At first the fantasies were just in passing when she bent or crouched down to get something, mere momentary flights of fantasy. Escort MoscowIn time though, I found myself imagining it more and more until I found I was not paying attention to what she was saying when she lectured any more. Instead, I was imagining those full lips kissing me or sucking me. My grades showed my lack of attention unfortunately.

"OK Vince, I have to get the class started." She was mildly annoyed I could tell and it was then I realized she had probably repeated the question but I had once again not heard it. 

"If you have a minute would you hang around after class for a few, I'd like to talk to you."

   "Sure." I replied and shifted my backpack to cover my erection. Moscow escort "No problem." I turned and walked to my seat berating myself for being such a geek. But those lips, her breasts, I was obsessed with this woman old enough to be my mother.

  Class seemed to fly by and I was dreading it ending. I figured she was going to question me why I was doing so badly and I couldn't tell her the truth. She'd laugh her ass off and then tell all the other teachers and I would look like even more of a geek. I sat there trying to think of something I could say to maybe satisfy her. Then she bent over her desk and that sweet ass was just perfect to run up and. . .

Everyone else was getting up, I guess I missed the end of class. I put my note pad and book away and stood up. I held my backpack again over my erection and walked up to her sheepishly. I had no idea what I was going to say.

   She looked up and smiled and gave me a motion to wait a second. The last students left the lecture hall and she stood and walked over to the door and closed and locked it. She turned and came back towards me, reaching up and letting her hair down. She always wore it back in a very conservative hair style. As she let it down I saw how long her hair really was, it was beautiful.

 "Sorry, I had to let it down, it was driving me nuts, I pulled it back way too tight." She said and laughed . . . no . . . giggled. She giggled. Not a school girl giggle. . .this sweet melodic giggle that was so. . .

       "Vince!" She clicked her fingers in front of my face twice to get my attention. "Are you on drugs? Is that what is wrong?"

      

 "On...what? No. No, I'm not on drugs." I stammered back.

       "Well, then, what the hell is the problem? You go from being my best student to barely being able to pay attention long enough. . .are you fading on me again?"

       "No Ma'am."

       "Good. What the hell is the problem?" She said sitting down and looking up at me. I realized I was shaking. She looked so beautiful. "Vince?" She raised an eyebrow in question and I smiled without meaning to. She looked so cute. She leaned back in her chair.

    I was a rabbit in the headlights. I was frozen in place and unable to move as she undid another button. I was sure I had drifted into one of my fantasies and she was going to yell at me any second but, she didn't. Instead she undid the third button and The blouse opened enough for me to see the glorious swell of her breasts.

    "I. . ." I started to speak and she motion with a finger across her lips for me to be silent. Oh God, I thought I was going to cum in my jeans. She was smiling at me with a wicked grin as she undid the fourth and fifth buttons and pulled her blouse open. Here tits were amazing. She pulled her bra down and let them pop out and I was certain I was going to wake up very embarrassed any second.

  She reached out a hand and took mine and placed it on her left tit. So hot, so soft, she was trembling. I squeezed and played with it and she tossed her hair over her shoulder, the gray like silver strands catching the light. I took a breast in either hand and played with them, they sagged some but were so beautiful, so natural . . . not like the ones in that magazine.

She pushed my face down to her nipple and I began to suck on it. She moaned and grabbed my ass with her legs and pulled me to her. She was stroking my hair and kissing my neck as I sucked on her glorious tit and played with the other. She reached down and undid my fly and I was thinking about anything but sex, so worried I would cum as soon as she touched me.

       With her heels she pushed my pants and underwear down and my cock sprang to life. It was a good sized one I guess, about 8 inches and thick. She seemed impressed as she took it in her hands and began calling me "her big boy". This was all too great.

 

She pulled my cock and played with it, I was barely able to breath as her fingers smeared the precum all over the head and made it slippery. I was moaning as her hands slid up and down the shaft, my balls ached, this was heaven.

She hiked up her skirt and I saw she wore garters and hose and a pair of black lace panties. She pulled them to the side to reveal the bare shaved vulva I had just dreamed of until now. The lips were soaking wet and it looked so perfect. She pushed me forward with her heels and guided my cock expertly into her waiting hole.

  Sliding in I was unable to breathe. So hot and wet and so tight. I guess I expected older pussy to be loose but it wasn't. It was nice and tight and it felt like a hand pulling me in to her. When my cock was all the way in she pulled my face up and kissed me, those soft lips parting and her tongue sliding into my mouth.

 With her heels she pushed my ass and set the rhythm for the fucking, not to hard or fast. Nice and easy as I enjoyed the feeling of sliding out of her, her love tunnel grabbing me as I did. Then sliding back in balls deep. Our kiss didn't end, we kept kissing. I was playing with one breast and bracing myself with the other hand, my whole body was trembling

 She broke the kiss and leaned back onto her elbows. Swinging one leg out she hooked it over my shoulders and then she raised the other up. I leaned into them and she was able to bend them all the way back till her knees almost touched her tits, it was amazing.

   "Fuck me hard baby boy. Fuck me good." She said in a nasty deep breathy voice that almost made me cum. I didn't need any more urging. I fucked her as fast and hard as I could and she moaned and tossed her head back. I braced myself with both my hands and fucked her good and deep, our bodies slapping together each time like applause.

    She reached up her hands and grabbed her tits to keep them from bouncing so hard and began to play with them for me. Squeezing and pulling on the nipple. It was all too much, I couldn't hold back any more. I slammed into her as hard as I could, my breath a ragged gasping.

Then I came and slammed into her with each spurt of hot cum I filled her with. Going balls deep I filled that sweet snatch just like I had dreamed with load after load of cum. She was whispering all sorta nasty things to me about my cum. . . . how hot is was in her cunt...how she loved being filled up by me. I don't remember the rest. . .I was shaking and barely able to breath.

 I stayed in her until my cock was half soft and slid out. There was a pool of her cum and mine on the desk under her ass. She laughed and kissed me again, deep sweet soft kisses. Then she pushed me back and pulled her panties back over her pretty lower lips. Pulling her skirt down and she slid off the desk she straightened it out.

 Grabbing Kleenex from her desk top she cleaned up the cummy pool and tossed them in the garbage. She pulled her bra back up and arranged her tits and began to button up her blouse again and turned to me. I was still standing there grinning.

   "Vince...pants. . .pull em up baby."

 Oh man...I am such a geek. I pulled up my underwear and pants and zipped up. Looking back at her she was once more the conservative Professor Anders, prim and proper. I smiled because it all seemed so much like a dream to me. I could barely believe it was real.

   Needless to say I aced that class.