Amy, Part 2

Amy, Part 2

September

When September came, the students returned to campus, including Amy. I thought it might be awkward seeing her after three months of no contact. On the other hand, Amy had such great social graces (and managed to hide from the world what a slut she could be), I figured things would probably go smoothly.

Amy arrived for our first meeting. We hugged in greeting, and I kept back so my boner would not poke Amy in the stomach. Amy gave me her sly grin as she sat down, but we both were totally business, at least outwardly. We talked at great length about her proposed project comparing women’s age at first marriage in different countries and the reasons for any differences.

“Speaking of which,” I said casually, “are you keeping with your commitment to date older men?”

“Kind of,” she replied with a grin. “Last May I had amazing sex with this older guy. But other older guys couldn’t compare. All summer it was one or two dates and no spark.”

“Well that’s a shame,” I said insincerely. “You are young, smart and beautiful. Economic research says you will do well in your career.”

Amy got up to leave, gathering her books and backpack from the floor. I doubt it was an accident she bent over at the waist with her bum pointed in my direction. Her short dress rose tantalizingly close to exposing her ass, but no such luck. Amy turned as she slung her backpack over her shoulder.

“Hey, by the way, nice file cabinet. Adds to the salvage store décor.”

“It used to be fine. Last spring I nailed something up against it, bent it to Hell.”

Amy burst out laughing, “Good one! You are so bad.”

“That’s not what you said last year,” I grinned at this lovely young woman.

“No, its not, she said,” returning my smile. It was the exact opposite of bad.

With that, Amy walked over to me, put her free hand around my waist and kissed me hard on the lips.

“Try to keep being a good boy this year too!” she said as she smiled, opened the door and left.

Amy enrolled in my labor law class for fall semester. In class she resumed sitting in the front row and wearing no underwear. Her legs were spread at a 45-degree angle every moment of every class. She smiled slyly at me each time she caught my eye. She giggled as I stumbled for words when asking her questions.

But it was torture. I had to stop using the chalkboard because every time I turned back to face the class my eyes fell to Amy’s exposed pussy. I’m sure the rest of the students noticed. It wasn’t fair! I had fucked that tight pussy, shot my semen deep inside it. It ached to be so close to that pussy again with no chance tapping that again. As the semester progressed, Amy and I both began to act more like that amazing fuck in my office had never happened. I was a little sad but not at all surprised. It was a one-time thing. That’s how the stars aligned.

But as I said earlier, Amy would have a September surprise for me as well. I was giving an exam to Amy’s class that afternoon, and I had just finished copying the exams when there was a knock on the door. It was Amy.



“Professor, can we talk for a minute?”



“Sure,” I said, “Do you have any questions?”



“No, I just need to calm down. I am really nervous about the exam. Can you help me?”

“I guess, come on in,” I said, still not suspecting anything. It didn’t register that she had again closed the door when she walked across the room to where I was standing. Without a word, she stood in front of me, smiled, and began opening my pants.

“Amy, what are you doing?” I stammered. This girl always caught me off guard.

“Relaxing,” she said nonchalantly as my cock sprang from my underwear. “This is how I relax.”

With that she swallows my cock down her throat. Her lips move along the shaft of my cock while her hand plays with my balls. I found myself surprised that a classy girl like Amy gave the best blowjob I had ever experienced. She could make me drop my load in seconds if she had a mind to. She licked, caressed, sucked, or bit every erogenous zone of my body. The head of my cock, the shaft of my cock, my balls, my sack, my taint, my asshole; the list goes on. This girl could make a fortune if she made a video of how to give head.

I could not hold out very long against such an amazing onslaught. “Amy, I am going to cum” I muttered, not believing how good my cock felt in her mouth. “Yeth pweez,” she hummed, her mouth still full of my cock. As she felt my body tense, she slid me out of her mouth and continued to stroke my cock furiously. With a gasp my cock began to shoot ropes of sticky warm cum across her face. I held her head so she couldn’t dodge my load, but it wasn’t necessary. She took it all in the face, smiling all the while, licking my cum from her lips.

When I was spent, she pulled my underwear into place and pulled up my pants. All with my cum covering her face. While I was buttoning up she went to my desk and grabbed a tissue and began wiping the sticky load from her face and neck. “That’s better,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek and leaving my office, still wiping cum from her face.

The exam later that day is a blur to me. Amy sat in the front row, calmly writing her exam, looking up and smiling innocently at me from time to time. Her blouse had several faint stains near the top that were certainly from my splooge. Once Amy looked up at me and licked her lips lasciviously. I’m sure I blushed.

Thankfully, Amy aced the exam. I didn’t want to face the dilemma of having to give a poor grade to the woman who sucked my cock right before the exam. I still didn’t know why she wanted a facial before the exam, but I wasn’t really complaining. I encountered Amy a couple times in the next week and once again she was her urbane, dignified self.

Then about two weeks later she pokes her head in my office again, “Are you busy right now?” I wasn’t. In fact I was playing with my cock through my pants remembering Amy’s expert blowjob. “Oh, hi Amy, please come in.” She came in and closed the door again and came right to the point. “I have another exam today and I am really tense. You helped me relax last time, and, it was kind of a good luck charm.” Caught off guard again, I said nothing intelligible as Amy came around my desk and knelt in front of my chair. She opened my zipper and pulled my cock out of my underwear. As she began sucking me again, she said, “Maybe stand up so we don’t get anything on your slacks.” Still speechless, I stood up.

It is hard to describe how amazing Amy was with her mouth and tongue. Knowing just where to touch, knowing just where to flick her tongue, knowing just how hard and where to bite to send waves of pleasure through my body. The most unbelievable oral experience ever. Once again, I was ready to cum fairly quickly, and Amy took my cock out of her mouth so she could take it in her face. She opened her mouth as my cock began to shoot hot sperm across her lovely face. I covered her face with another thick load, and Amy smiled through the whole climax.

I have to say, there are worse things in the world than having one’s cock serve as a beautiful young girl’s study break. Amy’s looks were quite unforgettable, and her technique giving head was even more so. Remembering her lips and tongue on my cock, feeling the large loads she coaxed from my balls…made it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

But Amy was good. She could attend my class, participate in discussions, ask questions without the slightest hint that she had had my balls in her mouth. She smiled and greeted me in the hallway when walking with her girlfriends with complete nonchalance, while all I saw was my sticky load painting her lovely face.

But, I still couldn’t figure out why I was her relaxation. There were plenty of boys at the school who undoubtedly had bigger cocks and bigger youthful loads than me. I wasn’t complaining, but the academic in me couldn’t let go of the curiosity.

Amy was also teasing me a bit. She was a frequent visitor to my office, with class issues, questions about her project and the like. I never knew when she stopped by whether it was for academic reasons or carnal ones. My cock stiffened regardless. More than once I had to take care of myself, shooting cum across my desk, when Amy left me blue-balled after a routine visit. She would leave with a little wave and a smile on her face—a smile that said “I know you are going to be jacking off in five minutes.” Sometimes she raised the back of her short skirt as she left, flashing her tight little ass at me, and revealing her lack of underwear as she slid through the door.

Once, I broke my cardinal rule of not making the first move when her relaxation visits became too far between. Amy was sitting across the desk from me, leaning over and showing me the latest results from her senior project. Not accidentally I think, she wore a loose top and no bra so I could see her small breasts and erect nipples. I was paying no attention to what she was saying. I went across the room and closed the door. Without a word, I went to where Amy was sitting, grabbed her by the hair pulling her out of the chair and onto her knees in front of me. Rather than being shocked, Amy was smiling up at me.



“Would you like me to suck your cock, sir?” she asked.

Without saying a word, I opened my pants, grabbed her hair roughly in one hand, my hard cock in the other, and forced my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I moaned and threw my head back as I reveled in Amy’s incomparable head technique. I was more aggressive this time, trying to take back control as I held her head in both hands and roughly fucked her face.

Amy seemed to enjoy it all, as she slid my cock out of her mouth to lick and suck my balls. She stroked my wet cock as she looked at me with those blue eyes and said, “I’m going to put your cock down my throat, and you are going to shoot your load straight down my throat.” It was an amazing feeling as my cock slithered down her throat, Amy not gagging a bit as she swallowed me whole. I was close, and it didn’t take many strokes in her tight throat before my cock did as she ordered, and emptied my load down her throat. Just when I thought this girl could not give better head, she gave me better head.

“That was amazing,” I panted, as I buttoned up and pulled up a chair beside her.

“Thank you, Professor,” she said, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Yeah, I have a question about that Amy,” I said, coming to my senses faster than I would have liked. “Why an old guy like me? Why now? Why not last year? You must have your choice of any number of young studs with large cocks they would love to give you.”

“Oh you know. Guys hit on me all the time. And truthfully, sometimes at a club where nobody knows me, I have taken a guy into the men’s room and gone down on them. Only two or three times I guess. But the truth is, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I guess I am what they call a cumslut. I love making men cum, I love watching them cum, I love wearing their cum, I love eating their cum as often as I can.”

“Amy, I don’t know what a cumslut should look like, but they don’t look like you.”

“Thank you Professor. Part of being a really good cumslut is to not look the part. Guys cum harder when they are surprised. You did,” she grinned.

“But again,” I pressed, “Why me? Why now?

“You’re right, Professor. I could easily line up ten guys a night and blow them all. But then my cover is blown, so to speak. I am not prim upstanding Amy any more. I am the slut who will suck off anybody. Not a good look on campus or anywhere else.” She leaned back in her chair, “And that is why I visit you. You give me what I want and you’re safe. Last semester you fucked me up against that filing cabinet. It was really hot. I see that stain in the carpet never came out. But all summer, I never heard a peep from anyone about that. I didn’t tell anyone, and neither did you. So I knew I could do you all I wanted and you would never tell.” I knew Amy was smart, but she seemed to have considered all the angles.

“That makes sense,” I said, still foggy and weak kneed. It was easy to ask inappropriate questions in that condition. “So this cumslut thing. Is that something you choose to be, or are you born that way?”

“I don’t know about other girls, but I was born like this.