PROFESSOR PUTNAM Pt.4

It’s a few hours later when I wake. I’m not used to sleeping naked, but then again, I’m not used to waking up curled up to a naked woman, either. ‘Old’ Double-P’ is double my age, but damn she looks good, and the last few days of fucking have been incredible.

She’s not laying on top of my arm, so I climb off the bed and grab another gel I just-so-happened-to-have. I dab a little on my finer and reach around her giving Stacey Putnam a caress. She responds by sighing as she wakes, and slides back into me. I use the moment to grope her and give it a quick apply to her clit. While she is still waking, I manage to grope a bit more on to her nipples.

“mmmph….morning. Stacey manages to get out thru the fog of waking. She knows she is still with This Man, and she feels oddly turned on already.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes please. If you’re offering, I’ll take it black.”

“Stay put. I will be right back.”

I get up and grab 2 cups of coffee, one black & head back to the bedroom. Stacey is coming out of the bathroom, with an odd look. I put the cup in her hand. She takes a drink & shifts a little as she settles back on the bed.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“I just need a minute or two. Lets just say I’m not used to quite this much, and thigs are….never mind.” she takes a sip, and shifts a bit.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“I am not answering that.” She says, then counters with “How long has it been for you?”

“Two coeds since school started, but both were total prudes. My hand would have been better.”

She laughed, then finally answered. “Ugh. OK-OK… Old boyfriend. We ran into each other at a bar more than a semester ago. I brought him home and he was gone when I woke up.” With that she took a large gulp of coffee.

“Did he make you cum like I did?”

Stacey looks with total bitch-face and says. “Really?”

“Yes really. Don’t be a smartass.”

“Fine then. No. I haven’t cum that hard in a long-long time. Does that make you feel like a big man.”

I take her now empty cup from her and grab her hand, pulling her over my lap. “That’s what I get for being too nice, Stacey Putnam. It’s time you were reminded who’s-who.”

Stacey tries to fight me but I have the leverage. My hand lands solidly – WHACK! – Stacey yells, and gets a pink spot. The next shot is the same spot, but even more solid – WHACK!, and she screams louder.