Taught

  Taught

  Jenna Owens

  Dr. Collins has always fantasized about the female students in his college classes. He never expected one of his students, a sexy girl named Elizabeth, has fantasies of her own in which he plays a starring role. Now Elizabeth wants the real thing, and like the saying goes…some of those who teach, can also do.

  An EC for Men erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  TAUGHT

  Jenna Owens

  Chapter One

  Friday

  Damn, it’s a hot one.

  I continue to lecture my summer English literature class at the local community college as I pry open the window, hoping a breeze will sweep through and breathe some refreshment into the stifling heat of my classroom.

  Although the architecture of the old college is beautiful, the building itself, though they have tried to renovate it, seems luddite-like. Almost as if the building has a personality, it rejects any attempts to add modern amenities—like air-conditioning. Custodians can’t explain it and many have tried to fix it, but the air-conditioning always fails to remain in working condition for longer than a week.

  Around the class, students are using their notebooks as pseudo fans, hoping to alleviate the torrid heat brought on by this unrelenting August weather.

  Oppressive warmth aside, spring and summer are my favorite seasons. Of course I enjoy spending time in the sun and all of the outdoor activities that come along with the warmer weather, but that’s not the reason I enjoy it so much.

  What I love about those two seasons in particular is that girls begin to peel off their sweaters and long pants and trade them in for shorts that barely cover their firm asses and shirts that allow me to see the majority of their tits as they spill out of their tops. More often than not, I can even catch a glimpse of brown or pink areola peeking out of their bras.

  Big, clunky Uggs are swapped for flip-flops, allowing my eyes to devour their taut, tanned legs from their slender, freshly pedicured toes up to what peeks out from the bottom of their shorts. When the girls are seated, it’s not difficult to imagine them not wearing anything at all on their lower halves.

  Admittedly, part of my decision to teach humanities in the first place came from the knowledge that, typically, the classes have a female majority.

  Today, especially, with the temperature as high as it is, the girls are in tank tops and shorts barely longer than underwear. Many are wearing bikini tops underneath their undersized shirts, as the girls are planning on hitting the beach as soon as class lets out.

  One, however, has gone completely braless under her thin white tank top and I am able to see her dark nipples pebbled under her shirt. As the heat continues to rise, Elizabeth begins to glisten with sweat and I continue to sneak glances at her chest as she becomes my very own wet-t-shirt contestant.

  Her nipples are hard and so is my cock.

  Elizabeth’s rack is not porn-star huge. In fact, her boobs are my ideal size—perky and small. They would barely fill the curve of my palm if I were to cup them. So many times I have pictured taking her nipples between my fingers and gently pinch and pull them as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

  She is wearing a dark, breezy, short skirt that just barely covers her ass as she sits, legs varying positions from crossed to open. I’m able to see almost all of her inner thighs, although not quite able to get that Sharon Stone Basic Instinct shot.

  I casually stand with my notes in front of my lower half as I walk around the room, glancing at the exposed skin any of the females are showing. A few of them have nearly two inches of bare ass that is not hidden by their shorts or covered by their miniscule shirts. I imagine running my cock along their cracks, filling them as I shoot my load.

  There is nothing like the smoking-hot bodies of eighteen- to twenty-one-year-olds to awaken my carnal desires.

  I have pictured fucking each of them in some way during the semester, even the ones I find less desirable. I would fuck them from behind so I didn’t have to see their faces, of course, but hell, I’d still fuck them.

  Of course, fucking any of the girls from behind would be awesome. Doggy style makes the pussy tighter and gives me full view of their ass as I fuck them raw.

  Class officially ends at three o’clock, but I let the class leave a half-hour early so they can head to the beach or find some air-conditioned area.

  Elizabeth seems to linger, slowly gathering her things after all of her other classmates have left. She drops her pen as she rounds the desk and when she bends to pick it up, her t-shirt falls completely away from her chest, allowing me a full view of her tits.

  She stands and gives me a little wave as she exits the room, seemingly unaware of the effect she has just had on me.

  As I watch her leave, I know that I’ll have to jerk myself off or else I’ll continue with a raging hard-on for the remainder of the day. I grab some papers to grade and walk to my office. My dick is in my hand before I reach the seat behind my desk.

  There are two student desks I requested to have in my office in addition to my own desk for my tutoring sessions. These also help to obscure view of my desk and any activity I may be doing behind it.

  I leave the door open. My desk is mainly hidden from view in the back of the room, so I know I have time to slide my chair under the desk should someone walk in. Listening to the girls whispering and giggling in the hallway makes my rock-hard cock tense even more in my hand.

  Before I’m able to complete twenty strokes, Elizabeth enters the room. Our eyes meet. I nonchalantly roll myself under my desk and try my best to look relaxed, green correcting pen hovering over essays in the hand that seconds earlier held my cock.

  “Hi, Elizabeth. Can I help you with something?”

  She sits down on top of the student desk facing me. Her short skirt allows me to see the bright flowered pattern of her panties even though her legs are closed. I realize that I am staring, so I force my eyes up to her round, flawless face. Her brown, doe-like eyes fill with tears.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve always thought I wanted to be a nurse, but now I’m thinking that I should go for education. I think I’ve made a terrible mistake. I feel like I’ve just wasted almost two years of my life!” She sobs.

  “Hmmm…what made you change your mind?” My erection wanes as my cock decides it will not get the chance to erupt, as it typically does when I masturbate in my classroom.

  “I don’t know. I guess the thought of being a nurse isn’t as appealing anymore. I don’t want to deal with the crazy hours and working weekends and holidays for the rest of my life. I don’t want to have to come up with a million believable excuses trying to get them off.”

  I snicker a little at her “trying to get them off” comment, but do my best to keep my face masked with concern.

  She eases herself off the desk and walks around behind mine, hoping for comfort.

  I feel panic rising up through my entire body, thoughts instantly wild as I frantically speculate if there is some way to cover up what she is about to see.

  There isn’t.

  For a moment of stony silence, Elizabeth is rooted to the floor, staring wide-eyed down at my semi-hard cock lying across my lap. After a few seconds, each one seeming to take an hour, she lets out an audible gasp. She jumps away from my desk.

  “Oh my fucking god, were you jerking off?”

  She sprints to the door, but hesitates before leaving, looking back at me. Her hands are on the ancient wood doorframe as if she is trying to forcibly yank herself out of my room.

  Yet she doesn’t leave. Her full lips are set in a natural pout and her large eyes dart between me and the door.

  “Elizabeth, I—”

  Her eyes widen farther when I speak. Horrified, I stop talking immediate
ly. Knowing the other professors and students are about to vacate classrooms, and that the professors will be making their way back to their own offices, the scream of this young woman would be sure to attract unwanted attention.

  I’m imagining myself in front of the dean as he explains to me how I will be let go with no benefits or severance pay and end up penniless, alone, eating Ramen noodles for every meal.

  Elizabeth stands and stares at me for what seems like an eternity. The clock beats on the wall like my heart against my rib cage. Debating my next move, I remain frozen as a deer in headlights.

  So we stare at each other, each unsure of the next move to make. I move my hand down to put my now-limp dick away.

  She takes a short breath, her expression softening, open mouth closing into a seductive smile.

  And closes the door.

  “Show me,” she demands.

  “Wha…what do you mean?”

  “I want you to show me how you jerk off, Dr. Collins. I want to watch you.” She struts back to the desk across from me, pulls her skirt up, sits down and places her well-manicured hand down inside her panties. She does not begin moving them.

  I’m staring at her, stunned into inaction. Of course I had fantasized about this thing, but now that it really is happening, I’m not as confident as I’d been when it was all played out in my head. In fantasy, I had control over what was going on. Right now, I have no idea what is going to happen.

  Elizabeth pulls her hand out of her underwear and looks at me impatiently. “Do you want to watch me work my pussy or not?”

  I nod.

  “Then you’d better get going. Fair is fair.” She stands and slides her flip-flops and panties off. I see her round, firm derriere as she turns, then sits back down on the desk, naked ass slapping against the wood, her feet on opposite corners so I have a view of her perfect pussy, glistening and slightly gaping. Her fingers hover above her cunt, almost, but not quite touching herself.

  I slowly bring my hand back down to my reawakening cock and wrap my fingers around it. It begins to grow and stiffen as Elizabeth begins to flick her clit with her brightly colored nails. Her eyes are wide as they bounce between studying my face and watching my hand move up and down my thick shaft.

  Once my dick realizes that this is really happening, it swells and hardens, the head glistening with pre-cum. I bring my hand over the head, using the slippery liquid to make my cock slick. The sound of my wet hand sliding over my manhood fills the room.

  “Mmmm. I love the way that sounds.” Her eyes close momentarily. When she opens them, they are heavy with pleasure. Her face, neck and chest flush the color of a hooker’s “fuck me now” lipstick. Her chest heaves as her breath quickens.

  Her knees fall farther open and I groan with delight as she inserts her fingers into her slick slit. She begins just by putting the tips of two of her fingers in, then three. She works up to four, then slides her fingers deeper inside, moving her hips forward to welcome them.

  Our eyes lock.

  “Can I come and sit on your desk?” Elizabeth pleads.

  I nod.

  She walks over and clears the papers off my desk with one sweep of her arm. Sitting on my desk in the same position she was in on the student desk, she takes her fingers and puts them in my mouth so I can taste her sweet juices.

  I gently suck her fingers, and she takes them out of my mouth and puts them back on her clit.

  Her pussy is mere inches from my face and I smell her muskiness and feel the heat she is giving off. She spreads her legs wider, doing almost a full split on my desk.

  In my fantasies, there were no thoughts about consequences—only hot, savage sex. Now, in reality she is so close to my face, yet I refrain from touching her. I am suddenly concerned about what this scenario could do to my career.

  Not that masturbating with a student would grant me tenure, but it would be far less likely to be career ending than the possibility that Elizabeth could claim that I made her do something she did not consent to. However, Elizabeth could never claim that she was not fully consenting to the activity taking place on my desk at the moment…

  Suddenly, she changes positions and is on her knees, doggy style, her ass and pussy at eye level.

  Elizabeth wiggles against her hand as she uses three fingers deep inside her slit. As she fucks herself, she moans quietly. Students are passing by my office and any loud commotion could cause curiosity and curiosity from others is not something we need at the moment.

  The thought of someone entering my room to this scenario both terrifies and excites me.

  Turning so she is on her back, spread-eagled on my desk again, she pulls her glossy fingers out of her pussy and puts them in my mouth. I suck the juices off her slender fingers, using my tongue to ensure I have gotten every bit.

  When she brings her hands back to herself, she begins to flick her clit with her middle finger. She throws her head back, exposing her neck. She presses her middle finger more firmly against her clit and massages it quickly, bringing her head back up so she can look into my eyes.

  “I’ve wanted to do incredibly naughty things to you from the moment I saw you, Dr. Collins. You’re who I fantasize about when I fuck myself before I go to sleep every night.”

  I can tell by her breathing that she is about ready to climax. Her finger presses her pink button harder. “I want you to watch what you do to me. I want you to watch me come for you. Because of you.”

  Her finger works vigorously. Small drops of sweat and her juices drip onto my desk.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her eyes widen as she peaks, then close as she comes, her finger slowing, chest convulsing with small, arrhythmic gasps. I watch her pussy clench and release with each aftershock.

  My motion changes as I sense that I am myself moments from blasting my load. Elizabeth watches my facial expression through half-closed eyes.

  My hands slow and stroke the length of my cock, curving over the head, becoming slicker on each pass with the clear fluid that pools at the tip.

  Still panting, she slides off the desk and kneels on the floor in front of me, arms behind her back, mouth open, tongue extended.

  I lean backward as I explode, my cum shooting into her eager mouth, covering her tongue. The creamy white liquid slides down to the back of her throat and she swallows it effortlessly.

  Fuck, yes.

  She grins up at me as I help her to her lovely, bare feet.

  “Well, I must say that was quite unexpected.” I grab two tissues from my desk to wipe off any residual fluid from myself and then pull my boxers and pants up in one move.

  Elizabeth has moved back to the student desk and pulled her panties over her slim dancer’s legs.

  She grins back at me as she gathers her things. “Yeah, I’d say.” She slings her purse over her shoulder and heads toward the door she nearly walked out a half-hour previously. She leaves, then pops her head back in.

  “Oh, Professor….? Monday, we fuck,” and with that, she exits the room.

  What. The. Fuck. Just happened here?

  I’m not sure if I can make it through the weekend.

  Chapter Two

  Monday

  The weekend passes in a blur. I spend most of it at the local beach with my buddies. The hot bodies of nearly naked women almost keep my mind off Elizabeth and her promise of what Monday would bring. Almost.

  I was tempted a number of times to share my crazy experience with the guys, but I don’t want my memories to give my friends pictures to beat off to. I’d rather keep them safe in my own spank bank. Being the fuckers they are, they probably wouldn’t have believed me anyway, nor would I be able to fully trust that one of them wouldn’t run his mouth about it in an attempt to brag. Obviously, with any sort of friendly locker room talk, if it got back to the wrong person, I could kiss my career goodbye.

  Annoyingly, Elizabeth’s class is the last of the day. An exam in every class leaves me hours to do basically nothing but think. I’d normally
use that time to fuel my fantasies for the remainder of the summer, but I’m too distracted to notice any of the girls. Okay, well, I do notice some of them. How could I not, with most of their skin on display? But none of them entice me with thoughts about what my time with Elizabeth will bring, as none of them had gulped my cum as if it was the last ounce of water in her water bottle on a ninety-five-degree day.

  I’m uncharacteristically out of my seat and greeting students at the door when Elizabeth’s class enters. I figure most will consider it last-day excitement, although I’m certain Elizabeth will surmise differently.

  She’s chatting with a friend when I see her coming up the hallway. She’s wearing tight yoga shorts that hug the curves of her ass. She has the top of them rolled down a few times, allowing a peek of her flawless stomach. Her bright-pink tank top is layered over a white cami, both cut low, revealing the top of her tits.

  Still talking to her friend when she reaches my door, I wait for her to look at me, but it doesn’t happen. She ceases her conversation with her friend and enters my room without even glancing at me.

  Hmmm. What the hell is that all about?

  She sits at her desk, taking out her notebook and pen, actually studying for a test I know full well she does not need to study for. Her classmates are all shooting the shit about what—and who—they did the past weekend. Elizabeth ignores them, as well, not that any of them try to include her in their conversations.

  Class begins and still not so much as a single glance from Elizabeth. I walk past her to grab the exams from my desk and stand next to her when I give the directions and still get nothing. She doesn’t even give her usual “thank you” when I hand the exam to her. She simply takes it without looking up and begins to place her pen to the paper, allowing her bubbly handwriting to decorate it.

  Dejected, I head back to my desk.

  I am fucked. And not in the way I had hoped. More like in the “the hot chick I had hoped to bang has gone home and spent the entire weekend deciding what a bad idea it is” kind of fucked.