passing grade. He was not very experienced and the few girls he’d been with had all been in high school. He didn’t let it stop him. He licked his professor like he’d seen in the porn movies he and his friends watched. He let his tongue drift in between her folds and licked her juices. He continued this way until a sharp smack from the crop interrupted him. He stopped and looked up at his professor. His face was wet from her arousal.
“Slowly, this isn’t a race. Take your time and be gentle.”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said and went back to work on her glistening pussy. He slowed the strokes of his tongue and moved from top to bottom and back again. She moaned and relaxed deeper into the sofa.
“That’s better”, she cooed and wrapped her hand around the back of his head. She guided him to the areas that gave her the most pleasure. “You’re going to make a good little bitch. Keep this up and you might just pass my class .” When she could wait no longer Kelly guided her student’s mouth to her clit. “There is the pleasure spot that will take me over the edge. Keep your tongue there and take your time. Aahhh that’s it.” She held him firmly to her forcing his tongue to lap at her swollen clitoris.
As the feelings built inside her she fought the urge to climax. He was good and she didn’t want to rush the sensation. Her head spun thinking of how she would make this football superstar her pussy licking bitch for the semester. She grabbed his head with both hands as her orgasm crested and flowed through her convulsing body.
When the climax ebbed she let go of his head. Adam gasped and pulled away. He had been deprived of his full air flow while being held in place through her orgasm. With a wet face he sat back onto the floor and panted. His cock was standing straight out in front of him rising and falling with his deep breaths.
Breathlessly she smiled down at him and said, “Get your clothes and get out!” She could see shock in his eyes. “Report for you next lesson at 9:30 on Thursday morning. I’ve already checked your schedule. Now get out!”
Knowing there would be a punishment if he argued; Adam collected his clothes and went out the front door not bothering to get dressed. She was looking forward to the remainder of the semester…
Chapter Five
Monday morning after her first class, Kelly returned to her office to see students and grade papers. It was a normal part of her weekly schedule. Students would drop in and discuss issues they were having with assignments, interpretations of the literature or get caught up with classes they might have missed.
Waiting for her this time was a bouquet of roses with a card. She unlocked her door, collected the flowers and opened the card. It read:
Please accept these as personal thanks for taking an interest in Adam Carlson. My staff and I have seen you work wonders with our student athletes and we sincerely hope for the same improvements with Adam under your tutelage. I look forward to seeing you at the home games.
With thanks,
Coach Norris
Included in the envelope were two tickets to the game. However, they were in the All-Star club, an exclusive climate controlled, catered, social club reserved for the special donors and busters. The coach’s gratitude was obvious. He needed this kid on the field and he knew that she had the ability to turn young, snot-nosed brats into respectful, well mannered football players. The coach had never questioned her teaching methods but was always exceedingly pleased with her results.
She put the vase of flowers on the window sill and went on to grading papers. It would be a pleasure to watch the game from the All-Star club and she would have to thank both the coach and Mr. Carlson for their individual roles. Smiling Kelly returned to her day, but throughout began to consider how she would thank her new student project.
Tuesday mornings were always special to Kelly. She had no classes