My Relationship with the Campus Outcast

As the semester drew to a close, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in Amy’s behavior. She’d always been a standout on campus, but now she seemed to be pushing boundaries, testing the limits of our relationship. I’d always admired her intelligence and beauty, but now I found myself drawn to her confidence, her willingness to take risks.

One day, as we were wrapping up our law class, Amy approached me with a smile that seemed to say, “I’ve got a secret.” “Professor, are you free?” she asked, her voice husky with anticipation.

“For the weekend? I can work you in, I suppose,” I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

“Seriously, Professor,” she said, her eyes locked on mine, “I need to talk to you about my senior project. Are you free now for a few minutes? I’m leaving for home in the morning.”

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to make of Amy’s sudden forwardness. But something about her tone, her body language, told me that she was serious. “Okay, let’s talk,” I said, standing up and gesturing for her to follow me.

We walked out of the classroom, into the warm sunlight, and I couldn’t help but notice the way Amy’s eyes sparkled in the light. She was wearing a spandex top and sweat pants, a far cry from the understated elegance she usually displayed. But she looked amazing, her curves accentuated by the tight fabric.

“So, what’s on your mind?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about my project, Professor,” Amy said, her voice low and sultry. “And I think I want to do something a little…different.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

Amy’s fingers had created an oval-shaped opening where I could get almost an inch of my tongue into her anus. I grabbed her hips and pulled, forcing my tongue into her sweet ass.

“Oh!…Oh my!…so good,” Amy mumbled. After a bit of probing with my tongue her sphincter relaxed enough that I could keep my tongue inserted almost all the way in her ass without the need for her fingers to hold it open.

She placed her palms on my desk and pushed up, arching her back and giving her more leverage to put her ass on my outstretched tongue. Amy and I got a rhythm going with her thrusting her ass onto my tongue and me pushing back, plunging deeper into her rectum.

“Why Professor, you like eating ass! Who knew?” Amy said breathlessly between the grunts and groans a person makes when their ass is being stretched.

I was enjoying eating that ass too much to answer—I knew I liked the taste of ass, and I loved the taste of this ass.

Amy took one hand off the desk and began pulling and twisting her nipples. Her moaning and grunting rose an octave.

In addition to thrusting my tongue in and out of her bum, I slid a finger into her pussy to massage Amy’s G-spot.

The change in her position made her spot more easily reachable, so I could rub it and push on it harder than before.

I then used my thumb to massage her clit. That was more than her nerve endings could take.

Amy was grinding hard against my face, shoving her ass onto my tongue. She rubbed her G-spot and her clit against my hand.

She wet her finger and played with her taut nipples.

Every pleasure center in her pelvis was being stimulated at once and an orgasm could start at any of them.

I think they all went off at once, if such a thing is possible.

Amy’s legs got rubbery and her arms began to shake she put her head down on the desk as the rest of her body began to visibly vibrate.

“Wha..! Ohhhh…shit! Fuck! Oww!” Amy’s grunting gave way to a series of exclaimations.

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck fuck fuck!!”

I pulled my tongue out of her ass.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeeesss! Yeess! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Amy said with a gasp.

I jammed my tongue back into her asshole.

Amy’s convulsion came to a peak,

“Whoa…Whoa…uhhh…uhhh…fuuuck…”

Amy arched her back and cried out one last time as her orgasm finished with a series of full-body shudders.

Amy collapsed onto the desk, breathing heavily.

I was still on my knees looking at her stretched bum.

As she caught her breath, Amy started talking quickly.

“Holy fuck! Fuck this! Forget dicks, forget toys this is what I want, every time. No cock can do this!”

She paused to take a few deep breaths,

“By the way, what did you do? Did you plan this?”

As Amy stood there, half-naked and bent over my desk, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Amy, I have to say, this is not exactly what I was expecting when you asked to come to my office after the exam,” I said, trying to composed myself.

“Yeah, I forgot what I was doing here,” she replied, giggling. “But I assume that means I got an A, right?”

“I’m sure you did, girl,” I said with a smile. “You’ve been crushing that course.”

She sighed and looked back over her shoulder at me. “Seriously, how did you do that?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I have no idea,” I admitted. “It just happened. But I have to say, it was pretty amazing.”

Amy slid from the desk to her knees in front of me, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. “Wait, how do you still have your pants on?” she asked, her voice husky. “I’m down to a sweaty sports bra and you look like you’re ready to teach a class.”

“My pants are still on because no one took them off of me,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Amy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she slid my pants off my legs. “Can’t have that,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

As she stroked my cock, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. “Oooooh, Professor, you are packing some heat here,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.

“I may not be the biggest guy in the world,” I said, trying to downplay my size, “but I like to think that what I lack in size, I make up for in enthusiasm.”

Amy’s hand was still stroking my cock as she looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “I think you’re being too modest, Professor,” she said, her voice husky. “You’re definitely packing some heat.”

As she continued to stroke my cock, I felt a wave of desire wash over me. “Amy, you’re making me feel like a teenager again,” I said, my voice filled with pleasure.

“That’s the idea,” she replied, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want to make you feel like you’re 18 again.”

With that, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue sliding along my shaft as she sucked me deep. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as she continued to suck me, her mouth warm and wet.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure. “I love the way you cum.”

As she continued to suck me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. “Amy, you’re going to make me cum,” I said, my voice filled with warning.

“I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

With that, she stood up and pulled me to my feet, her eyes locked on mine as she reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. We both felt a wave of pleasure as our bodies connected, and I knew that this was going to be one night to remember.

“Fuck me, Professor,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I obliged, slamming my cock into her pussy as she rode me hard, her body bouncing up and down on my cock as she screamed with pleasure. I felt a wave of desire wash over me as I continued to fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she rode me hard.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, her voice filled with warning. “I’m going to cum all over your cock.”

As she spoke, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I knew that I was going to cum too. We both came at the same time, our bodies shaking with pleasure as we rode each other hard.

As we caught our breath, I realized that this was more than just a fuck. This was a connection, a bond between two people that went beyond just sex.

“Amy, I have to say, that was incredible,” I said, my voice filled with admiration.

“I know, right?” she replied, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

As we stood there, locked in a embrace, I knew that this was just the beginning of something special. Something that would change both of our lives forever.

“I’m glad I got to experience that with you, Amy,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

“Me too, Professor,” she replied, her voice filled with affection. “Me too.”