Erotic Fiction: Human Sexuality 101
The names of each student were called one by one, with Dr. Asfour handing each of us our lab reports back. There was a mix of uninterested glances and defeated sighs as my classmates shoved their papers into their bags and headed out the door, no doubt to the campus pub to drown their sorrows with a pint. Of course, I wasn’t worried about my mark in this class; students just needed to learn how to take things into their own hands.
I heard my name called — Ava Wilson — at the very end. Like the last few weeks of this class, my assignments, my papers, my labs were all returned after everyone else’s. It gave the other students time to leave the room while I lingered a while longer, slowly packing up my brown leather messenger bag until the last person had trickled out of the class. Then it was just me and Dr. Asfour, as I zipped my bag shut.
The course, Introduction to Evolution and Evolutionary Genetics, was split over two days each week, a three-hour lecture on Mondays and a two-hour lab on Thursdays. The lecture room was not in use for another five hours after our class let out and was the perfect place to lock the door and work my way to a higher GPA. It was the only class I needed to improve my grade on; for some reason, my mind just couldn’t wrap itself around the concepts taught, unlike my ease in Biochemistry and Human Health, Modern Biology, General Physics... those were child’s play to me.
“Ms. Wilson, will you be handing in your bonus assignment this afternoon?” Dr. Asfour was already taping a sign to the door, the same one that he always did: Presentation in session. Please knock. Not that anyone could just walk in. He had also flipped the lock into place on the only door leading in or out of the classroom.
“It is important to me that my CV is well-rounded,” I replied. “Extra-curriculars, bonus assignments, whatever I can do to get my Ph.D. at the end of my university career.”
He crossed the room in several strides, his long legs closing the space between us in a split second before straddling me on the blue plastic chair. I could feel his erection growing quickly, pushing against his restraining trousers and on my thigh, through the skirt of my dress.
“Fuck.” His breath was warm against my ear, smelling of spearmint from the tea he nursed throughout today’s lesson. “Fuck me.” That’s all he wanted. For me to throw him to the ground and ride him like a horse until he shot his hot cum deep into my pussy, dripping back down onto his dick as he caught his breath again.
I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls through his pants, taking his necktie in my other hand and leading him to the front of the classroom, next to the podium. He laid himself down on the smooth tiled floor, his limbs limp and waiting. I slipped off my panties first, dropping the tiny floral fabric next to his face, letting him catch glimpses of the glistening skin beneath my dress as I moved over him to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his knees. I always had a hard time getting them over his hips, thanks to his thick ass on one end and throbbing cock on the other. I used my fingers to gently move his dick out from beneath his boxers before clasping it a little rougher in my palm. He let out a quiet groan, pre-cum already dripping over the thumb that was circling the smooth pink head as he winced in pleasure.
At this point, I was so wet that it dripped down my thighs and onto him, visible against the fluorescent lights shining directly above us. I slid down onto his dick, sighing as I felt it stretch open my pussy.
“Oh!” The muffled cry escaped my lips as he thrust his hips upward, pushing more deeply into me than I had been anticipating. I slowly began to rock my hips against him, back and forth, my knees pressing on either side of his hips. His cock was so big that it was as if I felt him in my stomach, seeming to push all my organs upwards from the sheer force of him inside of me.
I leaned forward, feeling the shift in angle hit my G-spot and send another gush spurting out of my pussy. I could hear the wetness slicking him, feel the warmth of it against both of our skin.
“Harder,” he panted. “I said harder!” He propped his body up on one elbow and I moved towards him, small squeaks from my mouth filling the silence of the room as he neared climax. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, saw the telltale signs — the scrunching and relaxing of his face, the clenching of his fists, the “fuck, fuck, fuck,” rushing from his mouth as if it was just one long word.
I slowed my pace to a languid rhythm, drawing out the moment for what seemed like an eternity. Then I felt his fingertips dig into my legs and the heat of his cum pouring into me. “Yes,” I hissed, “yes, fuck.”
He bucked his hips up to mine two more times before relaxing back against the floor, spent. I wriggled my body against him with a few sways before slowly lifting off of him, the fluids emptying from my vagina and onto the hairy skin of his lower stomach, covering his treasure trail. I reached into the outside pocket of my bag, grabbing a handful of tissues from it and wiping myself up. I handed him a few, too.
When I slipped my panties back on, I could feel the cool spot where my cum met my bare skin. Dr. Asfour slid his boxers on, pausing a moment to catch his breath and gather the strength to pull up his pants. As if he had taken a sleeping pill, he did up his belt sluggishly and continued to lie there.
“Well, have a good day. I’ll see you on Thursday.” He continued lying there on the ground, staring up at the speckled ceiling tiles and acrylic light panels. That was that.
I adjusted my dress, unlocked the classroom door, and went to buy a coffee before my next class.
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