Amy Ch. 02

"Oh my God Amy! Oh my God! That was amazing!" I whispered as she emptied my balls into her mouth.

"Show me my cum, baby." I love to see a woman with a mouthful of cum. Especially when it is my cum. Amy stood and opened her mouth, showing me her beautiful mouth full of my seed.

"Swallow it baby. Let me hear you swallow it all." I guess after a marriage to a prudish woman who wouldn't swallow, the sound of a girl drinking my semen always sent me over the edge. She obliged, and I almost came a little more at the sound of my cum slithering down her throat.

"I knew you had more for me Professor," she said, wiping her lips with her finger and putting the drips in her mouth. God this woman was hot!

"I'm late for class," Amy said, hurriedly sliding back into her little dress. "You're okay?" My dazed look must have looked like I was going to faint.

"I'm fine." I said. "I'm just going to sit here for awhile. You go." I couldn't imagine how I could teach my afternoon class.

"Okay Professor," she smiled. "See you soon! Remember our deal!" She flashed that beautiful little anus at me as she headed for the door.

Graduation

The second semester was finally winding down, and graduation approached. I did not have to remind Amy of our bargain, as she kept talking to me about it, as well as wiggling her bum at me whenever she knew I was behind her. Any attempts to fuck her ass during her periodic visits were rejected completely.

"I am going to have a big surprise for you on Graduation Day, Professor! I hope you can handle it!"

"A surprise," I answered in mock apprehension. "What could it possibly be?" Then I would concoct possible surprises. "You keep your graduation gown on?"

"Boring...Been done. Not by me, but it's been done."

"Are you going to make me do it on the platform as you walk by to receive your diploma?"

"That's awfully fast, but then so are you."

"Ouch baby. Just ouch." I looked dejected. "I know! Your mother is going to take your place with me on Graduation Day!

"Ewww! There is an image I will never be able to erase from my brain."

"Her or me?"

"Both of you! Gross...I can't believe I came out of that woman sometimes."

"Can you give me a hint at the surprise?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Okay, I'll give you a hint: There will be props involved."

"Oooooh, toys!"

"No."

"Butt plug?"

"No. A good idea but, no."

"Not an inflatable girl doll!"

Amy laughed hysterically. "No, nothing inflatable. But I should have thought to bring one just to see the look on your face. I'm not telling you anymore. You'll just have to wait and see. It will be something you've never done before."

"Sadly, that covers a lot of ground for me, even at my age. Okay. I will just have to wait to the day to see what it is."

"Why yes...yes you do."

Finally the big day arrived. The campus seethed with parents, siblings, grandparents and friends. College staff struggled to herd students, most all of whom were hung over, into their proper alphabetical spot in line. Faculty lined up across the path in a much more leisurely line, as it didn't matter what order we were in.

As I was finding a friend in line to sit next to during the grueling ceremony, Amy came running up to me, turning to motion a laggard group of people to catch up.

"Hi Professor! I'm glad I caught you before the ceremony. I want you to meet my family." Before her family caught up, Amy drew me close in a friendly hug and whispered in my ear, "I am naked under this robe."

Now it may or may not surprise the reader, but it was not at all uncommon for female graduates to wear nothing under their robes, or wear only skimpy underwear. I learned this the hard way several years ago when a Swedish student caught me for a similar hug and introduction. As I reached to hug her, one of my hands accidently slipped up the baggy sleeve of her academic gown, such that when I went to hug her, I got nothing but the naked skin of her back. I was appalled. She just smiled at me as she began the introductions. I tried to extricate myself from her gown as gracefully as I could. I think her parents thought I was a perv.

Amy's parents arrived first, and they introduced themselves as John and Jeanette. A handsome couple, but Amy's beauty came from another part of the genetic pool.

"How do you do, Professor," John began, "Amy says that you are the best she's ever had in the classroom." I stifled a guffaw as I turned red.

"Well, I think the same of Amy. I have never had a better student in my office—or classroom," I hastened to add. But John and Jeanette seemed oblivious to the double entendres flying about.

Jeanette started in, "Amy says you were able to show her things she'd never seen before, or to see things from a different angle."

Barely able to not laugh at these lovely people, I said, "Amy is the only student I have had who is flexible enough to get at any angle she wants." I kept digging the hole deeper. Amy looked a little mortified. Amy's grandparents soon joined the group. Her sister (a little younger but just as beautiful) was walking with them. Grandpa's grin suggested he was getting the joke when her sister said with a similar broad grin,

"Amy told me that you are the hardest professor she's ever had!"

"Well, your sister has worked under some of the hardest professors on campus and received rave reviews. But Amy can handle all of them. She loves it hard."

Sister and grandpa were giggling and Amy was bright red. Luckily her parents and grandma were not in on the joke.

"But I got some great things out of having Amy working under me. She took me places I'd never been before, and peaks I will probably not rise to ever again."

"Professor," Amy's mother said, "Amy said that you needed her to clean up some items left over from her project after today's ceremony. Would you join us for dinner afterwards?"

"Yes, I have a long term project I want to finish, and I'm afraid there might be some surprises today. I need Amy to handle anything that comes up unexpectedly. As for dinner, I am planning on eating in my office."

"Oh lots of things come up in Professor's office. You guys should go get a seat for the ceremony," Amy suggested. When her back was to her family walking away, out of earshot, we started laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my God, Professor! You are so fucking bad!! What if my parents had figured out what you were really talking about?"

"I would have said that I have no idea what they are talking about!" I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Please tell me my surprise today will be your sister joining us this afternoon."

"You wish, bucko. History shows I am more than you can handle, so having my sister join would kill you for sure!"

"Probably true," I lamented. However, the image of one sister sitting on my face and another sister riding my cock was now burning into my mind. It was going to be a long ceremony with this pole in my pants. Amy noticed.

"Well Professor, you're out of the barn first."

"Sorry. Just imagining doing you and your sister at the same time."

"Just to torture you more, if I asked her she would probably do it. She and I used to have sex pretty regularly when I lived at home. Even doubled up on a couple of boyfriends. She knows I have been fucking a professor and this little conversation probably told her who it is. But someone has to spend time with my parents and grands. Too bad"

Now I was really hard. This ceremony could not finish soon enough...

...

After four hours of sitting in the sun wearing a long black robe and hard dick, I dragged my sweaty self back to my air conditioned office. I am really getting too old to sit in a seat more cramped than a discount airline seat and listen to inspiring speeches and the dirge-like reading of the 800+ graduates names. But the families love it, and after what they just paid for four years here, it is the least we can do, I guess.

As I was cooling off, Amy texted me,

"I am going to be another hour. Attending the awards luncheon with my family. Don't start without me!"

Too late for that, I thought to myself. I had pulled out my aching cock almost as soon as I sat down and was stroking it thoughtfully as we texted,

"Too late! I am going to go home and shower. I'll be back by the time you get here. Unless you would rather come to my house and hang out. More privacy." My house was only four blocks from my office, a 1930's brick and stone affair owned by the college. The master bedroom had a set of mahogany French doors that opened onto a small stone balcony overlooking the overgrown back garden. I had often fantasized about bending a woman over that stone railing and taking her from behind. The smoothness of the top of the stone railing suggests I may not be the first resident to think of this.

"Ooooh, good idea! It will give me a chance to shower before you indulge my fantasy. I'll see you in an hour! Hope you're ready!"

My curiosity and anticipation kicked into high gear again. I was thankful that I would finally find out what she had been lording over me all these months. Knowing Amy, it would be a good one, I thought.

I finished my quick shower and slipped into a pair of plain, blue medical scrub pants. The house was not air conditioned and the late afternoon was still quite hot. I decided to keep cool by wearing nothing other than the scrub bottoms. In those days I was fit enough not to be embarrassed by my physique. I went into the small library that smelled of old leather and even older paper. I poured myself a stiff whiskey and picked up an academic journal to leaf through while I waited. Surefire way to eliminate an erection...

Amy showed up shortly afterwards, still wearing her academic cap and gown, and carrying a canvas tote. I grabbed her about the waist and kissed her hard. I lifted up her gown to fondle her soft, naked ass, my prize for my service and patience.

"Didn't believe I was naked underneath?" Amy said, breaking away from our kiss.

"Never doubted it," I said. "Just wanted to take advantage of it." Bringing my hands to the front of her gown, I pulled the long zipper down as far as I could reach. The black robe slid smoothly from her shapely shoulders and dropped to the floor with a whisper of fabric. Amy kicked off her shoes, leaving her standing naked in my library. I kissed her again, then bent to suck on her hard nipples. Amy sighed.

"Show me where the shower is. I want to be clean before we get dirty." I pointed Amy towards the stairs. As she walked naked towards the stairs, I admired her thin body and tight little bum. I couldn't wait for her to shower. I caught up with her on the landing, grabbing her arm.

"Wait."

"Yes, Professor?"

"Sit down on the top step. I need to take care of something."

Amy sat on the edge of the top step and leaned back on her palms. I knelt a couple steps below. I spread her legs so I could see her already glistening wet pussy. As I bent down to bury my face in her pussy, Amy propped her legs on the balusters on each side of the stairs. This lovely girl with her legs in the air, leaning against the stair railings, her pussy already dripping on to the wooden landing. Could not be hotter.

I inserted a finger into her wet pussy as my tongue probed between her pussy lips for her clit. Amy gasped when my tongue found that pink knob of flesh. I thrashed her clit with my tongue.

"Whoooa, Geezus, Lick me...lick me...don't stop licking me!" For once I was going to make Amy cum quickly. Tongue dominating her clit, finger pleasuring her cunt, I didn't have to wait long.

"Uh...uh...uuuuh...oh...oh...unnnnh...yeah...YEAH!" Amy came hard in my mouth, her body trembling and twitching like she was on fire. She took her feet off the balustrades and sat up, her pussy dripping onto the polished wood of the stairs.

"Stand up," Amy said commandingly, her German heritage flashing through. She grabbed the waist band of my pants, pulling the knot free as she drew me closer. Her face was a mask of determination as she leaned forward and bit the head of my cock through my scrubs. Hard. I cried out, more in surprise than in pain. Amy gripped my cock through my pants and grinned slyly at me. A wet spot at the tip belied the fact that my cock was starting to drip sperm.

"Ow! Amy, that hurt!" Amy's smile got broader.

"I know. But you want me to bite you again, don't you?" Actually, yes, yes I did want Amy to bite my dick again. This girl knew what she was doing when it came to sucking dick and eating cum.

"Yes, baby. Bite my cock again. Harder." Amy obliged and sank her teeth into my cock through the scrub pants. I winced a bit, but my dick was so hard that Amy's teeth barely made a dent. I loved it.

Suddenly Amy grabbed the waistband and ripped my pants down to my ankles. My stiff, bobbing cock almost slapped her in the face as she freed it. I didn't see any teeth marks, which was a surprise.

Amy attacked my cock. The only word to describe it. She slapped my boner. Hard. It bounced off my thigh. She slapped it hard in the other direction. It was amazing. No one had done this before. It is a good move. Amy grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed hard. With the other hand she grabbed my sack above the balls and squeezed hard there as well. I don't know what she was trying to do, but it worked. My entire being was concentrated on my penis and scrotum.

Amy took her tongue and began licking my balls, one at a time. She held each one in her teeth as she sank her teeth gently but firmly into my nut. Sounds painful, but it was amazing. As she starting running her tongue along my shaft, a finger from the hand squeezing my sack started snaking into my asshole. I felt like I was going to cum immediately.

"Amy, you're going to make me cum," I whispered. "I don't want to cum yet."

Amy paused her oral exploration of my cock head to explain.

"You're not going to cum. You'll see." It was the most amazing feeling. Amy's amazing tongue was swallowing my cock, her finger was all the way up my ass, playing with my prostate. My body shook and radiated like I was having a massive orgasm, total pleasure throughout my body. But my cock wasn't pulsing and no sperm was shooting out. It just felt like it. It was amazing—feeling like you are cumming hard, but you aren't.

"Amy, I...how..." I stammered.

"Don't talk, don't ask questions...I'll take your load when I'm ready. And it will be a big one." She released my cock and balls and withdrew her finger from my asshole. She slid her finger into her mouth and licked it clean while staring into my eyes.

"I love the taste of ass, too." Amy licked her lips sensually. My cock pulsed as usual, it felt amazing, but nothing came out. Amy turned, bent over and grabbed her ankles.

"Fuck my pussy. You won't cum." I positioned the head of my cock inside Amy's wet lips and pushed. I love watching my cock enter a tight pussy. In addition to giving the best. head. ev-er, Amy also had a tight, wet, hot amazing pussy. I was sure I was going to drop my load in her twat immediately, but I didn't.

"See?" Amy said through her legs, still holding her ankles. "I told you you wouldn't cum. But it sure feels like it, doesn't it?" I slammed my cock into her pussy a couple times to test the theory. Unbelievable.

Amy took her pussy off of my cock and stood. "I've got to take that shower. We have a long night ahead of us. Could you get my bag downstairs? I forgot to bring it up." I pulled my scrubs up and tied them, still sporting a pole protruding from the front. I heard Amy start the shower. I grabbed the bag and trotted upstairs, not looking inside. Big mistake. Amy took the bag and closed the bathroom door. So much for showering with Amy I moped. I went and got another drink.

I sat and quietly drank my whiskey while idly playing with the head of my cock through my pants. I stirred from my reverie when I realized that the shower had stopped, but I hadn't heard Amy call or anything. I figured she was getting dressed or something. Of course, I mused, she won't stay dressed for long.

I heard a sound from upstairs, faintly at first, then stronger. I couldn't place the sound at first—sort of a repeated sound, not rhythmic. Like something being slapped. Couldn't place it. I tried to find the source of the sound on the first floor, but it was clearly coming from upstairs. I mounted the stairs, looked in the bathroom and the extra bedrooms. The only place left was my bedroom. I pushed the door open cautiously, I didn't know what to expect. The room was empty, but the mahogany French doors to the porch were closed. I had left them open. The sound was coming from there. It had to be Amy, she hadn't left and she wasn't anywhere else. I went over and flung open the doors.

"There you are, I couldn't figure..."

"Quiet! Speak only when spoken to!" I was completely and totally stunned. Backlit by the setting sun was Amy. Standing legs apart. Black thigh-high stockings, a leather bikers cap, slapping a riding crop against her hand and—wearing a big black strap-on.

"Amy, what the he..."

"I said quiet!" she snapped, smacking the crop against my arm. The crop left a large red welt on my arm. It hurt. She moved the mound in my pants with the end of the crop.

"Pants!" Not wanting another welt, and frankly getting into Amy's German fantasy character, I quickly dropped my pants and kicked them aside. My cock remained at attention.

Amy walked towards me, grabbed my cock and pulled. "Hmmmph..." she said. Suddenly she raised the crop over her head and brought it down full force on the head of my cock. I was about to cry out, but Amy looked sternly at me and placed the crop threateningly against my cheek. The head of my cock stung badly. But I was finding myself liking it.

"Against the wall!" Amy pointed with the crop to the wall at the end of the patio. "Hands against the wall! Legs apart!" Amy used the crop to spread my legs farther apart. She grabbed my sack and squeezed.

"So we do not misunderstand each other...these are mine. Do you understand?" I nodded. "I will do what I want with them and you will not object, yes?" I nodded again. "Why did you come here tonight? You may speak."

"I live here." Thwack! The crop slaps against my ass. I can tell sitting down is going to be tough for awhile.

"Such frivolity will not be tolerated! If you live here, why are you naked against the wall of your own house?"

"I like being naked?" Thwack! Thwacck! "Ok, ok. The hottest woman I have ever known was supposed to come over and let me drill her pussy and ass." She reached between my legs and grabbed my dick. All of the swats with the crop were definitely putting a dent in my lust. "This little thing?" she asked, wagging my semi hard cock with her hand. "No woman will feel such a small member. Not even in their anus."

"I haven't had complaints." Thwwack! This was getting old.

"Bend over the railing. Now!" I expected a thorough spanking with that damned crop. I was thinking of ways to get that crop away from her and turn the tables. But she didn't spank me. She got on her knees, spread my ass and began to rim my asshole. Damn. Amy's tongue talents extended to eating ass. I love this girl...Once her tongue was established on my anus, she reached between my legs and began stroking my engorged member.

"Amy, don't. You're going to make me cum. I don't want to." Thwaack!

"Silence, fool! Your ejaculation will come when I want it. Now spread your ass!" I obeyed, and I felt the cold tip of the strap-on pushing up against my asshole. Amy pushed, nothing budged. She pushed harder. Still nothing. Amy stopped and pushed two fingers in my ass to loosen my anal sphincter and give her access to my rectum. Now she pushed with the strap-on and my asshole began to give way. The strap-on wasn't that thick but felt huge in my bum. Amy kept pushing. I was grunting and trying to breath deeply to relieve the pressure. Didn't help.