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He could have sworn he had just gone to bed a few minutes ago. But his clock knew better, and, like always, it showed him no mercy... "Uh...unnnh..." he groaned as he summoned his arm muscles to strike at the invisible sound, prodding for the switch that would silence the hateful thing's cries. His arm flailed blindly toward it, managing to knock over his telephone, lamp, and anything else on his nightstand that wasn't nailed down. At last he hit the elusive switch, and as his exhausted arm fell against the side of his bed, the clock fell silent. Despite his body's best efforts to prevent it, his heavy eyelids slowly opened and tried to focus on his surroundings. The warm light from outside hurt...He wished he had shut the drapes. Virgil stared at the ceiling, slowly getting used to being awake. He was in his own boarding room, on the third floor of Archbury Wing. A glance at the clock: 7:56. Damn! He would be late again. College was so hard. His teachers in high school used to love telling him how bright he was, how he would be a great success, but now that didn't seem to be doing him any good; they were all so far away now. He gave his classes everything he had and still he was failing. And now that he had taken a job at Furdor's Grocery as a stockboy to shoulder the cost he hardly got any sleep at all. "God I'm so, so tired..." Virgil murmured as he dressed himself to do it all over again. The young man took a deep breath and released a wistful sigh. He had dreamed of her again last night... Virgil walked as fast as he could to the core buildings of the sprawling Wiltshire campus on knees that refused to bend. The four minute walk, today, took at least ten. "Tonight..." he promised to himself, "Tonight I'll sleep more." He reached the tunnel that led into the sprawling lecture hall, panting slightly, and looked for the sign-in attendance sheet...It was gone, and had already been replaced by a sheet which recorded pupils who came in late. The sheet was blank; he was the only one... "Damn it all..." Virgil muttered as he stared at the piece of dot matrix computer paper which would soon list his fifth tardy in as many days. One more and his grade would automatically drop one letter, and he was already struggling! Breathing deeply, his mind racing, Virgil hesitated. He knew he had to do it. No, he wanted to do it...so much... He scrawled onto the paper and walked briskly inside the auditorium, pausing and turning around to take one more look at the attendance sheet before making his entrance. The gigantic lecture hall was already full and the lesson well underway when he went inside. Despite the impossibility of complete silence occurring among four hundred plus young adults, Virgil managed to draw considerable attention to himself as he fumbled about for an empty seat. He had to apologize quite a few times, especially for stepping on peoples' feet and regaining his balance on their shoulders as he swam through the tiers. This is hopeless, he thought to himself as he was mentally preparing himself to sit on the aisle. "Virge...Psst! Virge, come sit with me...Virge!" Virgil craned his neck over the crowd toward the sudden, harsh whisper. It came from the back row somewhere. It was a girl, Heather, whom he knew from a biology class the previous term. He waded toward her and smiled. "Hello Heather..." Virgil said sweetly as he took the unoccupied seat, picking up Heather's bookbag and placing it underneath the chair. "Virgil...Hello..." Heather said lustily as she flicked a long lock of her blond hair away from her shoulder. She leaned a little closer to him and rested her hand on his arm as they listened to the lecture. Virgil looked at the girl and smiled a knowing smile. Heather wanted him, he knew, and had wanted him since he had held back from doing her on their first date a few weeks ago. She wasn't used to that from other boys; she was so hot, most of Virgil's friends thought he was crazy for not jumping right on her. Looking at her now, in those tight board shorts that gave all the eager boys a peek at her beautiful ass, Virgil began to think he really was crazy. His eyes brooded over her delicious curves; the long, sexy legs that made her stand nearly 5'10", the big brown eyes and luscious lips she always wore in a voluptuous pout, and medium-sized breasts that looked like they would burst the skintight T-shirt she wore. Her nipples protruded in the air-conditioned room; not even the dimness of the auditorium could hide that. Virgil took a deep breath and shuddered. He could see the elastic band of her white panties peeking out over the top of her shorts as she sat next to him, hugging her mesmerizing hips. Heather looked at him for a second and smiled her wicked little smile. `God Heather, how I want to hear you scream,' he thought to himself as he unconsciously clenched his shaking hand into a fist, fighting to keep from getting hard in the middle of the lecture. He fought himself to resist the almost overwhelming urge to plunge his hand down her tight panties... He knew he could make her come in less than a minute if he wanted to... He jerked his head back from momentary intoxication in Heather's charms and looked away, his cheeks flushing as he pulled out his notebook. Shaking slightly, he told himself he didn't want to... Heather smiled at Virgil's actions; she felt his eyes as they studied her, tracing every nuance of her twenty one year old body. Her plan was working at last! She smiled to herself; she had saved a seat for him each morning for the past few days, dressing like a little slut for him, hoping he would eventually have to sit with her, what with his chronic tardiness of late. She wanted him, and wanted him very badly. She didn't know why; she could have any guy she chose... But she had chosen Virgil, and he seemed to be rejecting her. He had some nerve! No one had ever denied her, especially not someone more than a year younger than she was! She wanted him just to prove that he couldn't resist her. Just proof; it was all she was after. `I don't need him,' Heather told herself. `... I...I don't need him...' Heather looked up at Virgil's sweet face... `I don't need...' She sighed and looked away as the truth crushed the resistance of her internal ego. She knew she was lying to herself. She needed him, sure enough; she needed Virgil deep inside her, to satisfy her overwhelming desire for his body and to satisfy her need to know she could own anyone she wanted... Admitting it to herself was making her so horny Heather began to feel a little woozy as she fantasized what she would do to him, given the chance. She looked again. Her eyes roved about Virgil's 6'1" frame as she subtly licked her upper lip, hoping so badly to see a bulge in his steel grey work slacks. He was thin, but a little muscular. Just the way she liked. He was so handsome too, with his square jaw, dreamy blue eyes and red, Irish hair cropped close to his head so that it was almost a little spiky; it made him look something like a little boy. She smiled a little to herself thinking about that last quality, taking a deep breath... Heather decided Virgil was actually more cute than handsome. Her hands grew just a little moist with nervous perspiration...She struggled to resist the urge to lean over and kiss him. She breathed deeply as she admired the definition in his slender arms, sticking out of his white T-shirt like he was showing off or something. Arrogant bastard! Heather's gasped as her tight shirt pressed unbearably against her breasts; her nipples had hardened. She didn't wear a bra, and now she was paying the price... Heather closed her eyes, her head reflexively craning upward to ease the tension on her aching nipples... She began do drift in and out of consciousness... "Virgil," she imagined herself whispering to him in gasping half sentences; "You're trying to get me hot for you, aren't you... you're showing off, just for me...with that body of yours... you're a whore...you're such a whore, Virge..." Heather was moaning and out of breath even in her own mind. "You're trying to get me to cum, aren't you... I... I see right through your little scheme; you like to play so dirty, don't you..." Suddenly, Heather felt the muscles in her temples straining; the pressure made her clench her teeth. "...you're trying to get me to cum, Virge." Heather's mouth fell open as her imagination completely took her over. "... ohhhh...it's working, you arrogant...Ohhh, it's working... mmmmm... Oh my God Virge, I can't fib... You're making me...you're making me cum... ohhh yessss... mmmm...you can have me right now...in front of everybody..." Heather snapped out of her fantasy suddenly, silently gasping and trying to regain control of her mind and body. But she had gone too far; she was so hot for Virgil she didn't even need to touch herself this time. The muscles in Heather's forehead tightened and her eyes closed; her jaw hanging open ever so slightly. No one could see, but her legs were trembling uncontrollably; she struggled to hide them under a light summer jacket drawn over her lap. Heather's breathing became erratic and heavy as she started to orgasm; just as it was about to completely wash over her she caught herself and bit her lower lip, silencing what would have otherwise been a deafening scream of passion. She lolled her head slowly, straining to keep her mouth closed as she blissfully rode her silent climax to its shattering limit. She gripped the armrests at her sides to keep from shaking as her mind simply went blank and she faded in and out of consciousness. Her shorts, already very tight, pressed against her clitoris; they felt like they would rip apart at the seams. She struggled to find relief; she crossed her legs and opened them, and then crossed them again; anything to spare her the unbelievable pressure! But every time she shifted her position her shorts rubbed against her swollen clit with even greater ferocity, creating such a strain that she felt tears in her eyes. She was in agony, straining not to cry out... Her silence made the pit of her stomach ache... "Ohhh..." Heather shuddered quietly as the spasms reached their merciless crescendo; her back arched slightly as she actually felt her clit undulating inside its fleshy fold deep inside her pussy... Her orgasm was becoming too strong...she couldn't hold it... "Jesus..." Heather finally gave in and allowed herself to make the faintest noise, whispering softly. "...Jesus..." And then Heather passed out. She came to seconds later, her forehead stained with droplets of sweat and completely exhausted. Heather quietly tried to catch her breath, her eyes still closed in fading rapture. She finally found her voice, and even though she didn't want to, the orgasm that still controlled her senses commanded her to speak... "Ohhh...Oh my God, Virge," she gushed in a breathless whisper that no one else could hear, tugging on his arm. "...Virge, how...how could you do that to me, sitting over there, making me cum without even touching me..." Heather bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as another ripple from her dying orgasm teased the back of her brain. She felt a swell of electricity dancing around the base of her spine and it made her whole body numb... "Virgil, mmmm...Oh Virgil, look...look at my crotch... Heather looked down. There was an obvious wet stain growing between her legs that saturated her tight board shorts, and, under her damp thighs, a small puddle of Heather's come slowly began to drip from her seat and down the legs of her chair... But Virgil didn't see it...He was focused on something else. It didn't matter much anyway; Heather was still so far gone as her orgasm slowly faded that she couldn't get upset. Virgil hadn't even seen her climax right next to him in the middle of Miss Morgan's world history lecture... Miss Morgan... Virgil concentrated on the lecture, hearing but not absorbing the words "league of nations" and "fourteen points" as his eyes looked beyond the rows of heads in front of him and focused on Miss Morgan as she manipulated the hand controls of the immense overhead projector. She was far away, but he could still easily read the details of her shape from where he sat. What he couldn't readily see he filled in by memory. She was, quite frankly, the sexiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on; someone straight out of a European fashion magazine. The fact that she was his teacher made Virgil so hot that he almost always left her class out of breath, with his heart all but pounding its way out of his chest. He longed to talk to her, but he knew he couldn't, and it was tearing away at his soul... Miss Morgan was very tall, maybe only two inches shorter than he. She always wore long, form-fitting skirts that hugged her bottom and had a long side slit that every so often gave all the boys in the room a fleeting glimpse of her phenomenal legs. Virgil closed his eyes and exhaled slowly; he didn't think Miss Morgan realized how sexy she really was... Or, maybe she did and enjoyed feeling every boys' eyes on her... She took a pointer from her small podium at the corner of the soundstage and tapped it against the key words on the projector screen. Virgil managed not to look at or remember any of them. He was concentrating on her face...Her eyes were enormous, perfect almonds of ice blue, and her lips, like someone else he knew but suddenly couldn't quite name off the top of his head, appeared locked in a permanent pout. God, she was beautiful... She was so young, too, only twenty eight maybe, and she wasn't even a real professor. Doctor Guilliard, their real teacher, had gone to Europe to write a book about caves or some other godawful, uninteresting topic. Professors do that sort of thing every now and then, withdrawing from the country to write while leaving their class in the hands of an aide. Any other professor's lackey would have been booed right off the podium weeks ago...But not Miss Morgan. She was different... The girls loved her because she was a woman professor, or teacher anyway, and that was extremely rare at Wiltshire. And the boys...Well, the boys loved Miss Morgan for the same reasons that Virgil loved her: she was young, from England, and was so hot that just looking at her caused an instant hard-on and dizziness. Virgil stared at the woman as she continued talking in her beautiful accent. She paced the stage and slapped the back of one hand against the palm of another whenever she made a particularly important point. Suddenly, the pointer she had rested on the surface of the overhead projector rolled off and hit the floor, the sound creating a sharp echo against the backdrop of silence. As she bent down to retrieve it Virgil could see the top of her tight button-up blouse open ever so slightly, and though he knew it was impossible to see anything from his distance he felt himself leaning forward anyway. `I want to see your tits...' he thought to himself quietly, his palms becoming unbearably damp. `Please show me your tits, Miss Morgan, how I want you so...Oh Miss Morgan, you're hurting me... You're hurting me doing that...How can you be so mean...' The woman once again righted herself and ran her fingers over her hair as she stood. Virgil pictured the beautiful copper strands as they hung straight to the middle of her back; her locks dancing whenever she moved. Her hair would be longer still if she didn't wear it in a ponytail... No, Virgil finally realized. She didn't have a ponytail. Today she wore her hair up in some sort of elaborate French style. She wore a ponytail yesterday, and he was fantasizing about her then, too. But Miss Morgan looked achingly beautiful no matter how she wore her hair. Virgil's pencil snapped as he realized he had been gripping it with all his might. `Miss Morgan, you look like a model, Miss, and I can't stop fantasizing about you...' Virgil began to get very hot as he imagined telling that to her. His mind grew a little blank as he realized he was getting a tremendous erection, and it pressed painfully against his pants. He gasped quietly and struggled to hide it under his notebook. Miss Morgan also wore a ponytail in his dream... As the two hour class ended and everyone stood to leave Virgil felt as though he had been sleeping the whole time, even though he had remained unquestionably awake. Perhaps it was the overload of emotions and reactions cascading through his body every time he thought of his sublime teacher. "Heather," he whispered, "Heather come on, class is over..." He realized that Heather had wrapped her arm around his and had been sleeping for some time. He patted her head, and it stirred from his shoulder. "Uhnnnn..." she groaned as she woke up to once again look into Virgil's eyes. She took a deep breath... Her eyes widened as she remembered what she had said to him before falling unconscious again. She hoped he hadn't heard her...she couldn't remember... Heather cursed herself in her mind for breaking down like that. She had a reputation to maintain! She desperately wanted Virgil to want her more than she wanted him. "Oh, it's you...I'm sorry." she finally said a little indifferently. Heather started to collect her things; as she did so, she stole a glance at Virgil.. Her heart sank as he just sat there, staring off into space, his back slightly to her. Heather stood up, careful to put on her jacket to hide her still-damp shorts. Her legs stuck out long and tanned, the backs still slightly moist from sitting in her own juice. She stood and started to walk away slowly. She turned her head to look back at Virgil. Heather was miserable when she realized Virgil wasn't going to follow her. He wasn't responding to her charms, and though it made her mad and frustrated, it turned her on even more. She had a sudden need to do something about it... She told herself she didn't want to, but even as she was thinking that, she was already talking... "Virgil," she called after him softly. "Virgil I...um...If you'd like to take me out tonight...I'd say yes..." Heather felt her pride getting tossed out the window. She had never asked a guy for a date, and even though she was doing it in a roundabout way, it now really looked like she was asking him. She had really sunk low. Virgil finally snapped out of the trance Miss Morgan had him in and faced Heather. "Oh, of course, Heather," Virgil said a bit absentmindedly, realizing, at last, that he would never have a chance with Miss Morgan. He took a deep breath and yanked his eyes away from the tall Englishwoman as she packed her portfolio, taking one last look at the older woman's unbelievable body. Then he finally respected Heather enough to give her his full attention. "I've been mean to you, Heather...I've been mean by ignoring you, and I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. You will forgive me, won't you?" Virgil was so aroused, he knew he needed someone tonight, and if he went out with Heather he knew that they would somehow, eventually, be together. But he meant it, anyway. He really was sorry. She was a nice, smart girl, even though she sometimes acted like a slut, and, today, dressed like one also. "Virgil..." Heather said lustilly as she walked back to hug him, pressing her body tightly against his. "Don't be sorry. I forgive you..." Heather wanted to be the one in control here; she desperately tried to maintain her `take it or leave it' attitude. "I have to write a report tonight," Virgil said quietly, "But we can go somewhere afterward... Meet me at the campus library; I'll be there at ten." "Yes, Virgil," Heather said calmly, but the exuberance in her voice was impossible to hide. "I'll be there..." She leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He tasted so good. She could smell his cologne. She drew back for a second, and then gave him another, slower kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Um...I'll wait for you outside Virge," Heather said softly as she released him, "You can walk me to my next class." Virgil's whole body warmed at Heather's touch. He looked down for a moment. "Heather," Virgil called after her as she headed down the tiers of seats." Heather turned around and looked at Virgil, smiling. Then her eyes moved town toward his left thigh. A look of horror crossed her face as she realized his pants were stained with her own come. Her smile faded. "I...I...Oh, Virge..." She just didn't know what to say. Virgil touched the wetness on his leg and held his fingers to his nose. Then he finally understood and smiled at her sweetly. "I'll see you outside Heather, just let me pack up my things." Heather was completely humiliated; now Virgil knew he had her in the palm of his hand. `I ought to just drop him,' she thought to herself. `Any other guy would go out of his mind to fuck me! Out of his mind! This guy really thinks a lot of himself...' Heather was fuming, but behind her anger the fact that she was getting so turned on again became more powerful. She blushed ashamedly; she wanted him even more now that he knew... `Control...' she thought to herself, shaking... `control...' She shuddered a little before Virgil's eyes. "Oh...Oh my God..." Heather murmured to herself quietly as she saw the enormous bulge straining against Virgil's grey pants... It was useless. Heather was getting wet again. Her body and desire surrendered finally to what her mind didn't want her to do; she pulled her jacket up for Virgil, revealing her trim belly and her drenched shorts. She again smiled her wicked smile, ashamed that she was all but admitting she needed his cock, but at the same time getting tremendously aroused by that very embarrassment. Virgil gasped at the unbelievably sexy sight; Heather drenched in her own come, her long legs moist and trembling --- just begging to be thrown over his shoulders, her fingers eager to be wrapped around his raging erection --- and his legs seemed to fail beneath him. He grabbed the back of a chair to support himself. Heather giggled and started to leave. Her shorts sloshed around a little as she walked; she realized then that she could smell her own fluid... It smelled so wonderful she got even hotter and wetter. She began to blank out again. "ohhhh..." she moaned quietly as she realized what was happening. Heather slowed down noticeably as she felt herself starting to orgasm again. She began to feel dizzy; she was faltering. "ohhh..." She let it wash over her slightly, giving in to the sensation just a little, her steps becoming staggers as her eyes fluttered, and then she fought it away as she realized she was about to collapse. A part of her wanted to lay there and writhe in ecstasy, to fall upon the floor of the auditorium and scream her climax through, but she knew she couldn't...She leaned against the wall for a second to steady herself... Then Heather caught her breath and went outside to wait for Virgil. "Oh my God... that body..." Virgil said softly, gasping for air as Heather disappeared out the door, wiggling her ass for him as she rounded the tunnel. He finally decided he needed to fuck her; it was useless going night after night, week after week dreaming about some professor, er, teacher he didn't have a chance in hell with. Miss Morgan had been dominating his thoughts for too long, and Heather was right there practically holding her tits against his face this whole time! He felt ridiculous, saving himself for Miss Morgan, as though he had to be loyal to her or something; she wasn't his wife, damn it... Once he resigned himself to this, Virgil started to feel a little better, thinking about Heather's twenty one year old pussy... He had never seen it, but right now his leg was drenched with some of what he would get later... `When old man Guilliard comes back, Miss Morgan will be gone anyway,' Virgil rationalized. He picked up his bag and headed for the door with a broad smile on his face, the last pupil to leave. "You there, would you come here please." A woman's voice caught him as he was about to go through the exit tunnel. The words sounded more like an order than a question. Virgil whirled toward the sudden voice to see Miss Morgan standing a few yards away from him. She emerged from the shadows of the dim auditorium and walked toward him, her sexy, never-ending legs slipping in and out of the slit in her dress as she moved. Her portfolio hung from her shoulder. He was in shock that she was still there; he had been focusing so much on Heather. He saw Heather standing outside the door, waiting for him. She saw him with Miss Morgan. Virgil gave her a look that said "I'll see you tonight..." Heather smiled, getting his message, and drawing her hand to her mouth, lolled her tongue sexily over her index finger. Then she headed for her next class. Virgil's eyes followed her as she disappeared. He stared off into space as he tried to remember what he was doing before Heather's ass distracted him... And then he remembered. `Oh my God!' the thought tore into him as he realized who had just spoken to him. It was Miss Morgan! "When you're quite ready." Miss Morgan said sternly as Virgil finally realized the woman of his dreams was standing so close to him. "Miss Morgan, I'm sorry." Virgil blustered as he stood up straight and faced her. She had never spoken to him before. In fact, she hadn't spoken to any student individually, as far as he knew, in the four weeks that she had been teaching Doctor Guilliard's class. "You think you're pretty smart, don't you." She said coldly, her ice blue eyes jabbing into him like picks. "I...I don't understand, Miss," Virgil countered, not knowing what to say to the woman he had been fantasizing about for the longest time. Miss Morgan stood two feet away from him. "That's pretty funny," Miss Morgan replied in her sultry English accent, a cruel look on her beautiful, delicate face.. "I should think that one who likes to come in fifteen minutes late every day would believe he was so smart he didn't need to show up on time." "I...uhh...I have a job, Miss," Virgil stuttered clumsily, unrecovered from the shock of Miss Morgan talking directly to him. He could smell her perfume, and it was disorienting him even as it was arousing him. "And...and I have to work so late into the night sometimes... I'm sorry, some mornings I just can't get up, I'm so tired. Please, I promise I'll show up on time from now on... Please, please Miss... Don't fail me..." Miss Morgan held a hand up to brush away Virgil's shameful groveling. "I don't think you need to be worried about failing my class," she said adamantly, her voluptuous lips forming a scowl. "You mean I'm not getting an `F'?" Virgil replied, getting his hopes up, even though the look on Miss Morgan's face didn't exactly reassure him... "You're in a lot more trouble than simply getting a `F' on your grade report," his teacher continued, "You ARE Mr.Davies, aren't you?" Miss Morgan produced a piece of dot matrix computer paper from her portfolio. "Mr. Virgil Davies?" "Uhhh...Yes, Miss," Virgil said softly, fidgeting. "That's me...I don't understand..." "I thought so," Miss Morgan cut him off. "In that case, you don't need to worry about failing my class at all... You really ought to be more worried about getting expelled from school." Virgil felt his jaw drop open. This was unbelievable... Expelled? "Miss Morgan," he started, "Th...there must be some mistake, I haven't done anyth...Oh...oh Jesus..." Virgil almost fainted as the realization and the memory came crashing down on him. His eyes opened wide as they faced the sheet of dot matrix paper Miss Morgan held between her fingers. Then he remembered what he had written next to his name when he had signed in that morning. "M...Miss Morgan," Virgil pleaded, "I can explain...Please, Miss, It...It was an accident...I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry! I...I wasn't thinking clearly. I wasn't thinking at all... Please!" "An accident, Mr. Davies? People don't `accidentally' do things like that." Miss Morgan almost laughed as she listened to Virgil's silly pleas. "My office, Mr. Davies... Now!" Virgil's heart sank. He knew it was all over. He thought he would simply flunk out of college; instead, he would be thrown out. His mind raced everywhere as he followed Miss Morgan to her office, on the second floor of South Wing. Even though he knew his life was over, he still subconsciously stared at her tight rear end swaying intoxicatingly as she walked. He could see through the slit in her long navy blue skirt as they walked up the stairs that she wore a pair of black knee length combat boots. They weren't real army boots, but the type expensive manufacturer's make for women who wore short skirts... Miss Morgan was fashionable, and she sure knew how to make him horny, even if she didn't realize it. Just looking at her from behind, with her long lean legs encased in tight-laced combat boots sliding in and out of that tight skirt, made him feel a little sweat flowing into his eyes. He ached to grab her slim waist..."Have a seat," Miss Morgan commanded as they entered the large office. Virgil did as he was told, and as he stopped fantasizing about his teacher long enough to realize just how much trouble he really was in, he became terrified and was soon on the verge of tears. Miss Morgan herself took a seat on the large leather chair behind the desk, and she leaned forward to place her elbows on the cherry finish. Virgil looked at the placard at the front of her desk: DOCTOR JAMES GUILLIARD. Under any other circumstances, seeing his unbelievably hot teacher sitting behind old man Guilliard's nameplate would have made him laugh... Instead he sat sulking in his chair; his eyes pleaded her for mercy. Miss Morgan cleared her throat, snapping him to attention. She took the attendance sheet and held it in front of her as she read: "Miss Morgan, I'm sorry but I just can't learn anything when I'm in your classroom; you distract me so much that all I can think about is making love to you..." Miss Morgan read Virgil's words with a blank expression on her face. Virgil cursed himself for being such an idiot. Looking back, he didn't know what the hell he was thinking; surely he knew she read her own roll sheets. Perhaps he did know. Maybe, in the back of his mind, he wanted her to read it. Virgil couldn't help but feel hopelessly turned on as he heard his words being read by Miss Morgan in her English accent... "Young man, that's sexual harassment." Miss Morgan said glacialy; she held up a finger as Virgil started to say something. Virgil backed down. "What do you think this is? Seventh grade?" Miss Morgan continued, "There are consequences for pulling this sort of idiotic stunt in a place like this... The penalty for sexual harassment on school grounds is immediate expulsion... And you know it, Mr. Davies. You signed the paper when you first came here didn't you?" "Miss, I..." Virgil started, but he knew it wouldn't help. He looked down as a tear welled in his eye. How could he be so stupid! "Yes, Miss, I did..." Virgil let his chin fall against his chest, ashamed. Miss Morgan hesitated for a second. The look on the boy's face was pitiful. "You...You realize I must now call security to have you removed from the premises, young man..." "Yes Miss..." Virgil replied as the tear forming in his eye flowed down his cheek. Miss Morgan started to pick up the phone; her finger began to dial. She looked at the boy in front of her, feeling bad about what she had to do to him now. But she had to do it; he had committed a crime...and the proof was in her hand... The other line began to ring as she held the receiver to her ear. "NO!" Virgil cried suddenly, jumping up and grabbing Miss Morgan's arm. Miss Morgan's eyes opened wide and she slammed the phone back down, wrestling her arm away from his grasp. "Just what do you think you're doing, Mr. Davies?!" she nearly screamed. Virgil realized he had get out of this, and he had only one chance. He needed to talk, no, BEG Miss Morgan out of turning him in somehow. He felt himself starting to fall apart... "Miss Morgan, Don't do this! Oh, Miss, please, please don't!" he wailed, his blue eyes burning into the woman with an expression of sorrow and pathos she had never thought humanly possible; they practically did Virgil's begging for him... "I'll do anything, Miss Morgan, Anything! Please Miss, Oh God...Wiltshire is my home, I've no place else to go... This is my life," Virgil cried through dry sobs, throwing away any shred of dignity he had left after foolishly writing of his lust for Miss Morgan on a tardy sheet. "Please, Miss, Oh Jesus, I'm...I'm begging you, Miss...you just can't..." Miss Morgan looked down at the boy as he collapsed on his hands and knees and crawled around the desk to her, planting his face on her boots in total submission... He looked so pitiable and helpless, pleading for her not to destroy him. She felt so sorry for him. She could feel her anger fading. Maybe she was overreacting, and he was just a kid... "How old are you?" Miss Morgan said softly as she sat on her leather chair, softly rubbing his back to comfort him as he wrapped his arms around her ankles, begging her for mercy. Virgil whimpered and finally gathered the courage to look her in the eyes. "Tw...twenty... I'm twenty, Miss..." Virgil felt himself calming down, but he was still breathing hard. His heart rate seemed to be dropping back to normal. Miss Morgan eyed him compassionately. "Well... I..." Miss Morgan began. The anger that welled within her when she first read Virgil's lustful note began to fade the more she looked at him and observed how sorry and lovesick he really was. She didn't have the heart to throw him, or anyone, out of school, and she knew it. She wouldn't have expelled him, she knew, even if he hadn't thrown himself at her feet... She smiled at Virgil as he writhed on the floor beneath her, finally getting a good, long look at him... He was such a cute boy... "You're too old to cry like that, honey... Please..." Miss Morgan ran her palm through his hair, thoroughly ashamed that something she had been about to do had made him throw his pride away like he did. "I guess I made some stupid mistakes when I was twenty, too Mr. Davies..." Virgil felt his hopes lifting. Perhaps he wouldn't be expelled, after all. He looked into Miss Morgan's ice blue eyes. He didn't know why, but somehow throwing himself on the floor and begging at Miss Morgan's feet aroused him so badly. He felt his mind melt as Miss Morgan called him `honey.' He breathed a little heavier. "Please, Miss," he gasped, "Please don't throw me out of school..." Miss Morgan exhaled slowly, and, looking down at Virgil's pleading blue eyes and boyish carrot top, gave in. "Go...Go on, get out of here, Mr. Davies, and try not to do anything so godawful dumb ever again." Miss Morgan's words flooded over him like he had died once but now came back to life. "Oh...oh thank you, Miss, thank you sooo very much. You won't regret this, I promise. I... I owe you everything..." Virgil wrapped his arms around Miss Morgan's ankles and kissed her black boots, which ended an inch before her knees. Virgil noticed she wasn't wearing any stockings... Miss Morgan couldn't help but giggle at Virgil's gushing. "Go on, scram," she laughed, stroking Virgil's short hair as he kissed her feet. Virgil got up and smiled at Miss Morgan. He gave the older woman his sweetest expression. He couldn't help it; he was so relieved. Miss Morgan almost sank completely into her chair as his expression hit her; it was just so heartbreaking... Virgil gathered his courage; he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Miss..." he said softly and turned around to leave. Miss Morgan's hand reached up to feel the part of her face the boy had just kissed. Somehow, he knew she liked being called `Miss'... Virgil was just about to walk out the door when he realized he couldn't do it. His heart began to race again. His thoughts turned to all the fantasies he had had about his teacher, and to what he had written on the tardy sheet. He turned around to face Miss Morgan. He felt the woman's eyes on him. "Um...Miss, I... I can't. I just can't..." "You can't what?" Miss Morgan replied nervously. "I can't leave, Miss," Virgil replied sheepishly, "I can't leave without knowing how it feels." "Without knowing how what feels?" Miss Morgan countered after a short pause, thrumming her fingertips against he desk. Virgil turned and took one step closer to her. "I...I want to kiss you, Miss Morgan... Please? I just want so much to know how it feels...I've been dreaming about it so much..." Miss Morgan took a deep breath. "Mr. Davies," she began, sitting up straight, sighing. "No, Mr. Davies...no..." Virgil took another step toward her. He couldn't help it. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground; the telephone and campus security would be seconds away if Miss Morgan decided she had had enough of his foolishness. But he was drunk with desire. He wouldn't stop now. "Miss...You don't know how much it would mean to me. Please let me kiss you..." Virgil spoke so softly he was almost whispering. "Please... If you want me to get on my knees again, I will..." Miss Morgan hesitated a moment, then stood up and took a step toward Virgil, a serious look in her eyes. "Mr. Davies, you are young and confused. You don't need to kiss me... You don't... Please... find a girl your own age..." "But... I don't want a girl my own age, Miss Morgan," Virgil said softly. "I...I want you...Please? Just one kiss..." Miss Morgan studied Virgil as he drew closer to her. `He's so beautiful...' she thought to herself as she looked him over; suddenly she became ashamed that such a lustful thought had found its way into her mind. She knew she shouldn't... It was completely inappropriate, she knew; she was his teacher and besides that was much older... She thought for a moment. Well, perhaps she wasn't that much older, but that was besides the... She dropped her thought as her eyes progressed to admire the muscles in Virgil's arms and his broad, tight chest. They seemed out of sync with his sweet, boyish face... He was sooo cute... always begging the way he did... As her mind shifted between rationalization and temptation, Virgil gave her another expression of absolute lovesickness that just made her blush. "Oh...Oh, that's so cheap," she said breathlessly as his soulful expression melted her backbone. "If...If I let you kiss me, will you promise to leave and go right to your next class?" "Yes, ma'am," Virgil answered innocently, "I promise..." "Well, all right then," Miss Morgan replied, "Come here and kiss me, if you want to know how it feels." Virgil smiled. He knew he had a chance now. He was breaking her... Virgil took another step toward Miss Morgan. He could sense her trembling, struggling to maintain her air of professionalism. He fought to prevent himself from grabbing her and botching his chance. He took his right hand and placed it on the back of her neck. Miss Morgan tensed a little at the warmth. Virgil smiled. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lips slowly and softly, not opening his mouth, feeling her muscles relax as his hand reached up to stroke her hair. Miss Morgan tried to remain composed, but it was too hard; she closed her eyes... Virgil then promptly pulled back and took his hands off her, watching breathlessly as she gasped and involuntarily leaned forward as his own lips backed away. She opened her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. She looked a little embarrassed, and it was making Virgil unbelievably horny. "Th...there," Mr. Davies...You have kissed me, so now you know how it feels." Miss Morgan tried to hide her embarrassment by trying to sound stern, but it wasn't working. "You may leave now..." Virgil now had a tremendous hard-on, and the head of his erect cock was pressing unbearably against his pants. He shuddered slightly with desire as he caught Miss Morgan red-handed, her eyes staring at the bulge, her lips opening slightly. "Miss Morgan," Virgil said as his breathing became heavier, "Miss Morgan I would like so much to do that again." "Miss Morgan stood up straight and regained her poise. "Mr. Davies... You have kissed me, and now you must leave...You promised..." Virgil was standing only a foot away from her. He could feel her breath getting heavier; he felt it against his skin. He didn't move. "Please, Mr. Davies," Miss Morgan continued, "I...I have a meeting this afternoon ---" "I have class this afternoon..." Virgil cut her off. There was some vestigial part of him that realized he shouldn't interrupt his teacher in midsentence, but the fact that his cock was getting so unendurably hard scraping against his pants prevented him from apologizing. He was clearly in control now, and he had no intention of stopping. Miss Morgan took a small step backward. The young man was going too far... She knew she had to call for security; he was making her uncomfortable; he was making her squirm. He... He was... arousing her... badly... Her mind struggled to maintain control over her body; more and more it wanted to give itself over to him... `You mustn't...' her conscience pleaded with her, `You mustn't...' Through her wall of resistance a sinful thought managed to creep through and settle in the center of her mind, dancing there as she vainly tried to ignore it... She wasn't that much older... "I'll... I'll call security if you don't leave," she said through her heavy breathing, "I'll have you removed. Don't make me do it, Mr. Davies..." Her accent was making Virgil pant; he felt himself getting a little woozy. She began to reach at her side for the phone on the desk. Virgil took another step toward his teacher, and he was now only inches from her. He could hear her breathing quietly. "Call security, Miss Morgan," Virgil said softly, as his mouth hovered a few inched beyond hers. "I...I will..." Miss Morgan said quietly as she started to reach for the receiver. Virgil blocked her hand. "Tell me you want me to leave, Miss... Tell me you want me to leave, and I will..." Miss Morgan's chest heaved in and out now, and though she tried to mask it, she was struggling to catch her breath... She was so, sooo beautiful, trembling before him, trying to deny him. Virgil wanted so badly to kiss her beautiful lips... "I...Mr. Davies, you have already kissed me... I've let you kiss me, and I must... I must ask you to ---" Virgil put two fingers against her delicate chin, his forehead just barely touching hers. Miss Morgan stopped talking and closed her eyes. "Tell me you want me to leave, Miss... tell me..." Virgil whispered in her ear. Miss Morgan parted her lips, preparing to say something, her almond shaped eyes opening to look directly into his. He put his hands on her shoulders, feeling her shiver. Miss Morgan kept her silence and blinked. Her knees began to feel weak, and she began to feel a tremendous warmth flowing through her mind as her body failed beneath her..."You won't ask me to leave because you don't want me to..." Virgil whispered in the woman's ear. He felt her shoulders stiffen as he completely destroyed her will to resist him. "Miss Morgan," he murmured softly as his lips brushed against her earlobe, you look like a model, Miss, and I can't stop fantasizing about you..." Miss Morgan was unprepared for that; it was as though Virgil's last words shot an electric pulse to massage the back of her brain. She shuddered; she could actually feel herself drifting as she lost control... She began to fall forward, and Virgil wrapped his arms around her back and held her against him, rubbing his lips softly against the side of her face. "Oh... Mr. Davies...Mr. Davies, you win..." she gasped as she moved her arms around Virgil's neck and kissed him, a tear almost forming in her own eyes as they shut tightly in capitulation. Virgil's mind raced and his thoughts were a complete blur as the woman of all his fantasies surrendered to his advances, but his instincts never failed him. He placed his hands under Miss Morgan's arms and lifted her off her feet, and feeling her legs kick slightly as he wrapped his lips over her entire mouth, pressed her mercilessly against the wall, burying his tongue between her open lips. Miss Morgan groaned softly as she felt the wall against her back; the muscles in her mouth relaxing as she allowed Virgil's tongue to do as it wished. He pressed against her and made Miss Morgan groan again, this time with greater pleasure as she began to feel the rabid passion of Virgil's tongue flowing through her entire body. She felt as though her legs would melt; he tasted so good. Her own tongue at last woke up, and as it explored she realized how delicious Virgil's mouth was. She forced him to moan as she lolled her tongue over his teeth, her lips firmly pressed against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck tighter and tighter, ever more to draw his luscious young tongue inside her as far as it would go. Then Virgil took firm control again He spread her arms perpendicular to her sides and pressed her harder against the wall. The motion forced her full, firm breasts inexorably upward, and she gasped loudly as her nipples pressed painfully against her bra. Virgil released their kiss, seductively licking Miss Morgan's saliva from his lips. She looked at him, her ice blue eyes partially closed in passion as they pleaded him to continue making love to her. Virgil backed away one step and pulled his T shirt off, revealing his slender, muscular chest and torso. Miss Morgan held a hand against his firm stomach, breathing heavily as she felt the curves and ripples of his muscles... So young... Virgil flinched slightly before relishing her caress. He wrapped his hand around her forearm and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. Miss Morgan shuddered, eyes closed in gratification as the boy worked her over. Virgil brought his hands up to her hair and began to undo the pins which held it up, but she placed her palms against his chest and pushed him away. She pulled the combs out herself, and instantly her copper hair fell across her shoulders and three quarters down her back. "My God..." Virgil murmured as he took in the vision, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on..." Miss Morgan blushed again and shrank a little as she absorbed his compliment. She had never been so thoroughly charmed. She began unbuttoning her blouse, her efforts to go as fast as possible actually slowing her down as she fumbled with the tiny clasps. Virgil helped her by tearing the thing apart and flinging it against the tile floor. "Mr. Davies," she protested half-heartedly, "That blouse cost..." Virgil interrupted her complaint by shoving his tongue down her throat, and from the urgency with which she kissed him in return, he knew his apology met with her approval. Virgil ran his hands behind her milky white back, massaging her silken skin while searching for the hook to her bra, her uncontrollable moaning urging him to go faster as he knew the material was making her nipples insufferably hard. At last he found the catch and her bra fell to the floor. Miss Morgan gasped as Virgil practically lifted her body up and down from the floor, brushing her breasts and erect nipples tightly against his own chest and mouth, licking and sucking each in turn as they came within range. He could actually feel them as they became ever harder, contrasting sharply to her smooth skin. "Ohhhh... Ummm..." she groaned, biting her lip, "You're sooo good, Mr. Davies...yesss...with your hot young mouth... just like that..." "It's Virgil, Miss," he said between gasps, biting her nipple. "If you call me Virgil I promise it would make my cock so much harder..." He bit down again to coerce an answer, almost making her scream... "Ohhhhhhh how I want your cock, Virgil!" Miss Morgan cried as he continued grating her swollen nipples against his muscular chest; the unbelievable sensations getting her so hot she went along with anything the boy said. "What did you say?" Virgil whispered as his arms began to feel a bit tired from pumping her up and down against he wall. He was so horny, but teasing her was getting him even hornier. "I said I want your cock, Virgil," Miss Morgan replied, hardly able to speak as the pain in her nipples made her jaw reflexively clamp shut in gratification, "I want your hot, hard twenty year old cock rammed all the way inside of me..." "Say pretty please," Virgil taunted as he put her down, and, pressing her against the wall, began undoing her skirt. "Ohhh pretty, pretty please, give me your sweet, young cock, Virgil... Ummmm... I'm begging you, now..." Miss Morgan moaned as she began to unhook Virgil's work slacks, his raging erection helping her efforts as they practically ripped the fabric apart. Miss Morgan's skirt fell to the floor just as Virgil's pants did the same. He bent down to remove his shoes, and tossing them to the corner, flung his pants and underwear in the same direction. He felt his teacher's eyes on him."You're... you're hurting me, doing that, Virgil," Miss Morgan panted in her beautiful accent as she watched the tall, muscular boy undress before her, intentionally hiding his throbbing erection. "Please...let me touch it..." Virgil could see Miss Morgan's come darkening her light pink panties as he undressed; her eyes were glued to his cock. He undressed a little slower, knowing it was making his teacher shudder with lust. Her come began to flow down her luscious thighs and ran right over her tight combat boots; it began to puddle on the floor. Miss Morgan grew dizzy as she took in the sight of Virgil's fantastic erection, a little more than eight inches long and thick as her wrists, throbbing with ravenous intensity. "...please," she entreated, "please say you'll put it in me..." Virgil smiled, the power he had gained over Miss Morgan turning him on so much that he detected the faintest droplets of semen beginning to flow from his cock. He enjoyed hearing her beg him, for a change. Her accent made him harder than he had ever been. "In a minute," Virgil whispered, "I want to get you ready first..." Miss Morgan closed her eyes in unslakable desire, her hand desperately groping for Virgil's sex, but he grabbed her forearm again and brought it behind her back to render it helpless. The action caused Miss Morgan's head to fling backwards, bumping into the wall. Before she could cry out in pain at he sudden movement, Virgil plunged his hand down his young teacher's soaking panties and rammed two fingers deep into her warm slit. Virgil's glorious maneuver nearly made her pass out as the stimulus smashed into the very core of her brain. "Oh...Ohhhhhhhh yessssssss..." she moaned as the blissful sensation between her legs took her mind away from any other thoughts. Her pussy instantly opened for his stroking fingers, and she began to cream directly into his hands. "Virgil..." she gasped as his thrusting fingers made her stand virtually on her toes, struggling to stand still for him, "...push in little deeper...Oh, ohhh God... just like that...that feels soooo good...ohhhh, you're sooo good, Virgil...your rubbing is making me dizzy... you're making me cream so much...ohhhhh that hurts... just don't stop..." Virgil obeyed Miss Morgan's requests, parting her hot wet pussy lips with his ring and forefinger as his middle plunged back and forth in her increasingly gaping hole. He was driving her mad; completely mastering her as she rode his fingers. As her moans grew louder and more intense he pulled his fingers out of her drooling cunt and immediately groped her vulnerable clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, pressing the tops of his other fingers against her soft mound of pubic hair as he squeezed. "Oh...Oh Jeeeeeeezusssss yesssssss!" Miss Morgan screamed as Virgil found Heaven between her long, booted legs. "Ohhhhhh Virgil, please rub me! Yessss that feels sooo gooood...rub my clit Virgil, mmmmm!" She was faltering; the shards of passion between her thighs forcing them to fall completely limp as Virgil skillfully fondled her sweetest spot. Her back slid down against the wall until she was sitting on the floor, Virgil's finger's still in her utterly saturated panties. "Please...Virgil..." she moaned as her exhausted body tried to keep up with the boy's exquisitely effective fingers. "Stop for a minute...it...it's too much..." Virgil knelt down and put Miss Morgan's discarded clothes beneath her for cushioning against the hard tiles. He ignored her begging, and, pulling her combat-booted ankles forward, brought her away from the wall and onto her back. "You haven't come yet Miss... I'll tell you when you've had enough." Virgil said calmly as his beautiful teacher lay helpless on the floor. Virgil's fingers had primed Miss Morgan's clitoris to an unbearable zenith, she lay there on the floor gasping for air as he positioned himself to finish her off. "Virgil, I'm going to... slow down, Virgil...ohhhh, mmmm..." She continued to beg as he began kissing her navel and massaging her inner thighs, "I won't last long if you do it to me that fast, baby...oh Virgil... Virgil please..." Miss Morgan's forehead was damp with perspiration. Virgil completely ignored his teacher's calls for mercy; he knew she didn't want him to stop. He was determined to teach her a lesson, pulling her soaking panties off her ankles as her limp thighs did nothing to resist him. He could feel their weight as he removed them, her boots still wet with her own juice. He lowered his face between her legs and breathed onto her perfectly trimmed, dark brown bush, feeling her shiver with pleasure as she lay there, helpless to anticipate his next moves... He could see her come running through her pussy lips and onto the floor as her firm, slim stomach heaved, struggling for breath. Virgil slowly parted her moist lips with his fingers, tickling her clitoris with his forefinger. Miss Morgan's thighs bucked as the stimulant hit her. She knew what Virgil was planning to do, and her defenseless pussy was creaming like mad.. Virgil flung Miss Morgan's hapless, long thighs onto his shoulders, grunting a little as her boots dug into them. Then he shoved his tongue as far as it would go into her trembling hole. She was so delicious! Virgil lapped at his beautiful teacher's come as though it were vintage wine; soon he was drunk with her sweet juice. Miss Morgan nearly fainted when she felt the boy's mouth on her throbbing pussy; she could feel herself falling completely comatose, her only response occuring to the divine sensation between her aching thighs. She had been completely mastered by Virgil's marvelous tongue. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhh yesssss! you lick so, soooo good! Oh tongue my clit Virgil, ohhh Goddd! Oh yes, with your finger...mmmmmmm! Oh teach me a lesson, Virgil, my pussy needs you so baddd! Ohhhhh, Oh, I can't take it!!" she wailed, digging her finger nails into the sides of his head. The hair from her moist patch rubbed against Virgil's nose as her come flooded into his mouth. He finally dropped his charade and drew his tongue upward and brushed it against her tight, hard clit, feeling her shiver as she moaned ever louder, struggling to contain herself. "Oh my Goddd, Virgil stop... it's too intense! ... mmmmm... please...You've got to go slower, Virgil!! ohhh God, just a little slower... ohhhhhhh..." Virgil passionately brushed Miss Morgan's pleas for respite aside, knowing she was going to come at any moment. Suddenly, without warning, her whole body jerked violently even as his tongue danced on her clitoris, and her whole spine seemed to go solid... She planted her palms against the floor as though to get a firm grip. Her stomach heaved with exhaustion. Then Virgil relinquished all pity and gently bit down on her swollen clitoris with his teeth, drilling at the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue. "Oh, Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddd!!!" Miss Morgan screamed as the boy masterfully took her over the edge, "Ohhhhhh Katherine, Katherine!!! Ohhhh holy God Virgil, my name is Katherine!!! Fuck me Virgil, suck my pussy dry, ohhh you're so marvelous! mmmmm... yes, yesssss I'm coming, ohhhhh Jeezus..." Her hips and thighs thrashed hoplessly as the staggering orgasm brought her to the brink of unconsciousness; her arms laying limp at her sides as her lower body consumed all the power left in her delicious body. Virgil wrapped his arms around Katherine's squirming thighs and relentlessly continued to eat her soaking pussy, feeling her muscles constrict as her body faded. "Oh yesssssss... oh yessssss..." she moaned as the spasms from her climax started to subside; she rubbed Virgil's carrot top as she panted. Katherine felt her clit going completely numb as a tingling sensation danced around her mind, blurring her senses. The flood of stimulation between her legs seemed to ebb, and her body began to relax as she caught her breath. "Oh Virgil, Virgil honey," she cooed softly, "That felt sooo marvelous. You're such a wonderful boy, Virgil, I....I...Oh... Oh my God, honey... Oh my God!" Katherine was caught absolutely unprepared as the numbness of her first orgasm faded and her clitoris was once again able to register exactly what Virgil was doing to it. This time her arms stiffened as she pounded her fists against the floor, reflexively clamping her firm thighs against Virgil's ears as her body once again ruptured hopelessly into magnificent orgasm. "Oh, Ohhh My God Virgil!" she screamed as tears began to flow from her eyes, shut tightly with strain, "How... How can you know to do that!!! I'm coming... I'm coming, Virgil, mmmmm!!" Her head lolled about the floor and her eyes' focus danced across the room. Her heels dug into Virgil's back, and through the cloudy haze of ecstacy she had faded into, she could hear him let out a quiet groan. "Tell me what you want, Katherine..." Virgil commanded as his teacher gasped and writhed beneath him, struggling to catch her breath after her second shattering climax. She was barely able to speak. "I've... I've had enough, Virgil, I'm begging you..." she panted, her eyes still closed and her voluptuous mouth hanging open. "No you haven't Katherine," Virgil corrected her in a passionate drawl, "Tell me what you want, or you'll never get it..." Katherine took a deep breath as she licked her fingers, eyes shut in absolute pleasure. "I... I want... Oh Virgil, put your cock in me!!!" Katherine gasped as she continued to breath hard, "Please put that beautiful, young hard cock of yours in me!" Virgil smiled and drew himself forward, and, taking his throbbing erection in his hand, guided it toward Katherine's aching pussy. Katherine grabbed the base and plunged the head into her damp cunt, gasping as the thickness of it still managed to stretch her lips after all his fingers and tongue had done to loosen it. Her pubic hair curled around the shaft as Virgil shoved his throbbing cock into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Virgil could feel the blood flowing away from his head as he pounded his sprawling member into his teacher; he began to kiss her both to quiet her uncontrollable cries and to silence his own increasingly loud moans of ecstacy. He gripped her nipples and rubbed them with his thumbs, enjoying the look on Katherine's delicate face as she strained and moaned according to his actions. She had completely surrendered to him; she was utterly at his mercy. He pumped as hard and fast as he could, Katherine's hands wrapped around his forearms, her breasts jerking about as he slammed back and forth inside her. "Tell me I'm a good student, Katherine..." Virgil ordered through deep breaths." "Ohhhh, oh Virgil honey...You're the best, the absolute best!" Katherine replied loudly through closed eyes, licking her lips. "Tell me why you wanted to expell me..." he demanded as his cock continued to drill into her pitilessly. "Because...Because you said you wanted to fuck me... because you wanted to fuck me!" She moaned in her sultry accent, biting her lip afterward. "Do you still want to expell me?" Virgil teased her as he felt himself approaching climax. "No! Oh Virgil, I don't know what I was thinking! It was an accident! An accident! Ohhhh Virgil, slow down, baby... You're... you're fucking me to death, ohhhhh!" Katherine blustered lustfully as her pussy stretched to grip Virgil's thick cock as it slid back and forth inside of her. "Oh my God Virgil... I can't live without your marvelous cock! Yes...ohhhhh yessss, scrape my clit with your big, bad cock, honey...Yessss, just like that, ohhh... I've never come so much in my life!!!" Suddenly she titled her head back and flung her arms to her sides, arching her back, ready to come once more. Virgil began to pull his cock upward as he thrusted, rubbing the whole shaft mercilessly against her pulsing clitoris as he continued slamming into her. Her arms tried to reach forward, but he grabbed them and planted them firmly on the floor. "Who's the teacher now?" He demanded. "You are!" Katherine moaned uncontrollably. "Oh Virgil, your my teacher; your my master! Teach me a lesson, you young, brutal machine, I need to be taught a lesson so bad, mmmmm!" Virgil sucked on her nipples and could see her face contorting slightly as she began to come. Then she gave in with a gutteral scream. Her arms struggled desperately as she began to orgasm, but Virgil refused to yield, and the pressure forced her to arch her back off the floor. "Oh merciful God Fuck me Virgil; you fuck me so good! Oh Jeeezus, I'm coming... I'm coming, ohhhhh...." Katherine's scream was so loud it hurt Virgil's ears. Her gushing pussy released a small twinge of sensation in his own pelvis, and he knew he was done for. "Katherine... Oh God Katherine, I'm about to come too..." Katherine suddenly wrestled his arms away from his weakening grasp and pushed him off of her body. She staggered to her hands and knees, her aching body still blindingly numb from her own spectacular climax, and rolled him onto his back. Virgil moaned as she gripped the base of his cock to arrest the flow of semen, and then, with a beautiful maneuver that made him cry out in pleasure, rammed the entire shaft down her throat without so much as gagging. "Ohhhh..." Virgil began to gasp just as loud as Katherine had. He felt himself slipping, his thoughts becoming indistinct as Katherine's tongue asserted its mastery over his bulging erection. "Ka.. Katherine... ohhhh..." he panted in ecstacy as she deftly teased the length of the shaft with her teeth. "Yesss... that's it, professor, eat my whole cock...ohhh that feels so good...You're so beautiful, Miss..." Virgil stroked her copper hair as she hungrily ate his raging dick. Katherine lolled the swollen head with the tip of her tongue as her hand pumped his aching shaft, making him twitch with pain and pleasure. She cupped her long fingers around his testicles, digging her fingernails into the base of his scrotum, making him shut his eyes in sweet agony. Katherine could tell by the glassy look in Virgil's straining eyes that he was gone... She jabbed the tip of her tongue into his urethra... Virgil cried out as his body gave a sudden twitch, and then he fell hopelessly over the edge. At last the overload of sensations washed over him and his mind blanked. His arms fell limp and he thrust his pelvis reflexively upward as his cock began to dance in her hand; Katherine's tongue swallowed the head in preparation, and it obligingly exploded in her eager mouth. Katherine groaned as she swallowed every bit of his thick come as it streamed out in hot spurts; she continued to pump his quivering dick as it disgorged its load of semen onto her hot tongue, showing as little mercy to Virgil's thrashing body as he had shown her... As the last droplets flooded through the shaft, Katherine increased her grip on the base and rubbed Virgil's swollen member against her voluptuous lips. Virgil panted and felt himself get drowsy as the blood rushed to his groin. He finally couldn't take it anymore and he pulled Katherine's hand away from between his thighs. Her grip was still weak from her own orgasm and she surrendered easily; he pulled her quivering body towards him and kissed her neck with a passion that showed they were no longer merely teacher and student. Katherine groaned quietly as Virgil nuzzled her, stroking Virgil's back to acknowledge that she knew it, too. Virgil opened his eyes for a moment and focused on the opposite wall of Doctor Guilliard's large office. The door was open! They had been fucking practically out in the open the entire time! Katherine giggled as the realization hit her, too. Virgil staggered to his feet, his back feeling numb from exertion, and closed the door. He fell on his knees and crawled back to Katherine, laying his exhausted head between her open thighs as she sat up against the wall, still panting. He rested his thigh against her hard boots. "Thank you Miss Morgan...that was so nice..." he whispered, closing his eyes. Miss Morgan stroked the boy's short red hair; she kissed the top of his head softly. "No one has ever made me come like you have, Mr. Davies," Katherine replied. "Thank you... my pussy's still wet from all your sweet, dirty work. You're such a good boy, honey... I want so bad for you to make love to me again..." Virgil barely registered her words. He fell fast asleep. He woke up half-naked in his room on the third floor of Archbury wing, laying on his bed, staring at he cieling. He had a vague memory of waking up in Dr. Guilliards office and somehow staggering back to his room. His forehead was stained in sweat; he was so tired. He reached for the switch to the lamp on his nightstand as it was dark out. He fumbled for a minute but finally found it, and soon his room was bathed in a warm light. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and smiled to himself. His cock still felt utterly defeated from fucking his tall, pretty teacher all morning, and he could still taste her sweet come in his mouth. He felt himself getting a little hard anyway as he remembered his proud, supermodel-like teacher calling him master with her English accent, laying on her back with her arms spread to her sides and begging him to fuck her; it was the culmination of every fantasy he had had over the past month! He enjoyed hearing Miss Morgan, er, Katherine beg him; he loved the power and control! He was tired, but he was getting horny again... Virgil drowsily found his feet, his back aching with fatigue, and headed for his kitchenette for a bite to eat. He was so hungry for he had not eaten all day. As he plodded toward his refridgerator he couldn't help but feel something was wrong; he reached into the small ice box and withdrew an apple. "Something's not right here..." he mumbled to himself. "Virgil, it's 11:30!" a sudden voice called out from behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around in surprise. His apple fell to the floor and rolled under a desk. His eyes swelled to focus on a shadowy figure approaching him... Heather!!! He nearly fainted; he was supposed to meet her at the campus library over an hour and a half ago! His eyes flashed to his clock for a second. "Heather... Oh Heather I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he began, his spine still tingling with the shock of being taken from behind, "I forgot I was supposed to meet you... but... What are you doing in my room?" Heather sneered. "You're such a loser, Virgil," she replied harshly, "I found you passed out in Doctor Guilliard's office. I have a class in South Wing after Advanced Economics, and I just saw you lying there in his office through the open door. You looked so ridiculous, lying there in your little grey pants, unconscious against the wall. It was so pathetic! I almost wanted to wake you up, but I just knew you'd be more embarassed if you woke up in the middle of nowhere by yourself! What were you doing anyway, jerking off or something? Virgil had to think fast; he couldn't just admit he had seduced Miss Mogan in her office! If anyone were to discover what had happened between he and Katherine, both would be hurled out of Wilshire on their ears! Virgil's thoughts raced to his job at Furdor's, the fact that Wilshire was the only place he could live because his parents were so far away, to the fact that he cared for his teacher, and finally to the fact that Heather was standing in front of him in a fresh pair of extremely tight board shorts... Virgil took a deep breath. "I... I was... Oh, Jesus, Heather, you'd caught me in the act I guess... I was, um, jerking off..." He cursed himself in his mind, knowing that his poorly planned words sounded about as lame to him as they did to Heather. "You're an idiot, Virgil" she scolded him, "A complete idiot... And you're a liar, too..." "Heather," Virgil started, not knowing why Heather was so mad at him, beyond the fact that he had stood her up. "You... you've just got to believe me, Heather... I simply went into Doctor Guilliard's office, and well... You know how boys are... uh... And one thing led to another, and I just unzipped and..." Heather held her hand up to silence him. "Shut up, Virgil, just shut up..." Virgil looked her over as she glared at him venomously. She wore a tight spaghetti strap tank top with her shorts, and her slender arms and shoulders beckoned seductively as she berated him. He could see the faint outline of her braless nipples impressed against the white fabric... `you little slut...' he uttered in his mind... She wore no socks with her navy blue skateboarding shoes, and that just made her legs seem longer. Again, as he had that morning, he could see the elastic waistband of her tight panties peeking out over the top of her shorts... `Roxy... Quiksilver Roxy...' Virgil silently, subconsciously read the little label on the material of Heather's sinfully tight shorts... `I'll "Roxy" your world' he silently thought to himself, his lips curling into a smile as he simultaneously thought about how dorky it was for him to think that, and how he was too much of a coward to share his clever remark with Heather. He snapped back to attention when she spoke again. "Tell me Virgil, was it good?" She asked bluntly, staring him down as she stood two feet away from him. "What do you mean, `was it good'?" Virgil replied quickly, although he had a fair idea what Heather was driving at, and his mind was horrified. "I mean, was her pussy good, Virgil," she said icily, moving her hands to her hips, "Did you enjoy fucking Miss Morgan's pussy?" Virgil gulped nervously. So that was it, all right... Heather knew, and she would probably turn him in, if the way she acted normally was anything like the bitch she was acting like now. "Heather... Heather I can explain..." he began, his voice cracking slightly with fear. "Don't bother, Virgil," she cut him off, "You've already proven yourself unworthy of trust. Jerking off, indeed...Who do you think you're fooling anyway? Do you think if I see Miss Morgan walking out of her office wearing YOUR Tshirt, with her face all moist and flushed, and then walk in to see YOUR dumb ass laying on the floor unconscious with a stupid look on your face, wearing just your pants, that nothing happened between the two of you? So let's try this one more time. Did you enjoy fucking Miss Morgan's pussy?" Virgil felt himself starting to faint again. Heather had caught him absolutely red handed. His lips parted to say something, anything, to defend himself. But he couldn't think of a word; he was utterly at her mercy. "I guess... I guess there's just no use trying to deny it, Heather..." Virgil said softly. "I fucked Miss Morgan, and yes, I liked her sweet, tight little pussy... Is that what you want to hear?" Somehow, he enjoyed saying that to Heather, and watching her reaction. Heather took a step forward, a look of malice plastered on her pretty face. "You're in big trouble, boy..." she uttered contemptuously, "When I tell the Dean about you two, you're going straight to hell! And your little English friend Miss Morgan, too. I hate you Virgil! I hate you so much!" There was a hint of strain in her voice. Virgil knew that he was in big trouble, for the second time in one day, no less. Heather was acting like such a witch! She was going to turn him in for sure... He resigned himself to the fate that she would bring him to... `She's going to do it no matter what,' Virgil thought to himself, `I might as well get her as angry and jealous as possible...' Heather started to head for the door in Virgil's small room, a pretentious look victory on her face as she reached for the handle. Virgil stepped in front of her and brushed her hand away. "Get out of my way, Virgil!" she snarled as he blocked her path. She tried to move around him, but Virgil hindered her every move by calmly stepping in front of her, a blank expression on his face. Then he cleared his throat quietly... "Miss Morgan was by far the best lover I've ever had, Heather, I just thought you'd like to know. Her knees practically buckled under her, the way I completly, totally seduced her... Oh what I'd give to suck on those gorgeous nipples of hers again..." he spoke quietly and matter-of-factly as Heather desperately tried to move around his blockade. "Shut up!" she shouted, "Shut up, Virgil!" Virgil enjoyed watching Heather squirm as she pretended his words had no effect on her. He decided to continue. "Yes, Heather, she was unquestionably the best. She practically shoved my face between her beautiful, long legs; she enjoyed my tongue so much... I'm surprised I can still hear at all, what with her screaming and moaning my name so loudly..." "Virgil, stop it! Stop it!" Heather cried as she held her hands to her ears, "That's disgusting, you're disgusting me Virgil! Please don't talk that way!" Virgil grinned at Heather as she closed her eyes in anger and tried to push him. He grabbed her forearms just as they were about to reach his chest and held her away while she struggled. He was really enjoying himself now. He'd be expelled tomorrow, but today he felt like a god! "Her come tasted soooo good, Heather... I should know, Miss Morgan practically creamed gallons into my mouth and onto my fingers, and I sucked every bit of her hot juice down my throat. I think she liked eating my come just as much as I enjoyed eating hers, Heather. She practically swallowed my whole cock!" Virgil annunciated each and every word slowly and with conviction while Heather finally broke his grip on her arms; she backed away, her lips trembling. "Heather," Virgil continued in his excruciatingly calm voice, "Heather I just know I can confide in you when I say that Miss Morgan's beautiful clit was so hard it made the tip of my tongue ache just trying to keep up with it; it was darting all over her hot pussy while she pleaded with me to slow down... I owned her, Heather. I owned Miss Morgan..." Heather flinched; her thighs fidgeted... Then she charged toward Virgil as he calmy blocked her escape."You're an unbelievable bastard, Virgil!" Heather shouted as she pounded her fists against his chest, little tears forming on the corners of her brown eyes. Virgil wondered silently if Heather believed her pounding was hurting him. Virgil knew he would now be able to convince Heather not to turn him in; he was getting her unbelievably jealous. He would own her the same way he owned Miss Morgan... The only way he knew how. "Come on Heather," Virgil continued in his calm manner, "You don't have to get so excited. It's only natural for you to be a little jealous..." "Jealous!!!" Heather practically screamed. "I'd never, ever be jealous of someone you made it with, Virgil! You're... you're a whore Virge, you're an absolute whore, and I hate you!!!" Virgil let Heather's feigned insults simply slide right off his back. He took a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway, Heather?" Virgil asked sweetly, his tone changing noticeably. Heather backed away one step, her lips trembling, her arms tensed to hit him again... He had caught her off guard. She tried to maintain her scowl and her control of the situation. "I..." she began, but it was Virgil this time who held up his hand to silence her. "I don't ever remember giving you my room number, Heather, so how did you know this was where I lived? Come on Heather, I'm waiting..." "I... Virgil... Oh, Virge... I just..." Heather had absolutely nothing to say for herself, and her pretty face was getting very red with shame. "I thought that's what you'd say, Heather." Virgil's voice developed a slight hint of authority. "Let me answer my own question for you, do you mind?" Heather simply stood there speechless, her lips parted in an unsaid sentence. "I think you looked up my room number, Heather," Virgil whispered, smiling sweetly. "You looked it up because you want me. You want me, Heather, don't you..." Heather drew back, her eyes widening at Virgil's outrageous accusation. He had completely taken over the argument! She desperately tried to produce a facial expression that could put Virgil back in his place... "That... That's ridiculous, Virge!" she said, her voice precariously unsteady. "I don't... I don't need you Virgil, you're crazy!" "No?" Virgil continued, "Then why are you here?" Heather's mind raced; she was nearly in a panic as Virgil gave her the third degree. She had come here to intimidate him, to watch him squirm and beg her not to report him to Dean Ruhterford, but somehow Virgil had turned the entire predicament around and was now making her squirm instead! The thought just made her dizzy with anger; she just couldn't let him take control! She glowered at Virgil's smiling face, struggling to hate him. She fought to repress the rapidly growing sensation occurring behind her anger, frustration and fear... She glowered again, this time much more maliciously; she just couldn't admit to Virgil that he was making her hot even as he was making her hate him, she just couldn't! She closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists to contest the overwhelming urges growing within her body, but her will was collapsing; she could feel her pussy opening, and it was making her writhe as she struggled to stay dry in front him... Virgil watched Heather as she twitched and renewed his demand. "Why are you here, Heather?" Her voice was a faint whisper as she looked up to face him. "I just... I just wanted to see..." But her pointless `explanation' was interrupted by Virgil grabbing her firmly around her bare arms. "Let me go Virgil!" she gasped, flailing her body against his sudden move, desperately trying to escape. Virgil stole a glance at his nightstand clock as Heather fought: 11:44; it was still early. "Please Virgil, let go! You're hurting me!" She struggled and struggled, trying to free herself, but it was useless against Virgil's much stronger body. "Oh be quiet, Heather," Virgil commanded in a soothing voice, drawing his arm behind her back, "I've been wanting to do this for just the longest time..." Heather stopped struggling for a moment, her eyes opened wide in protest, not knowing what Virgil was about to do... Virgil smiled sweetly, and then suddenly, without the slightest warning, he plunged his hand deep inside her tight panties. Heather nearly went blind as the indescribably sublime sensation rocked her pelvis and sent shards of ecstasy through her stiff spine. It took about a half second for Virgil's expert fingers to grope her warm vulva and find her naked clitoris as it protruded vulnerably from its fold of flesh between her wetted pussy lips. Virgil rubbed her nipples through her flimsy tank top with his free hand, massaging them with greater and greater urgency as they inexorably hardened against the material. "Heather," Virgil whispered in her ear as her eyes closed in pleasure, "You can leave now, If you want... I won't block the door..." Heather flung her head back and could only manage a massive "Ohhhhhhhhhh yessssss..." in answer to Virgil's offer. Virgil began to exert greater pressure on Heather's clitoris as it became hoplessly aroused; her panting and moaning telling him that he was doing it just the way she liked. Heather's back began to feel weak as Virgil's forefinger dominated her throbbing clit and his other fingers massaged her moist cunt. Her mind turned to jelly as she lost her balance and fell forward into his chest, biting his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming too loudly... It was too much; she began to come uncontrollably onto his fingers, which only made his fingers moist and rub her with even greater intensity. "Do you like that, Heather," Virgil asked softly as he stroked the older girl into submission, "Does it feel good when I do that?" "Oh God that feels sooo good Virgil..." Heather barely managed to reply as her breath fought to keep up with his masterful fingers. As the sensations between her steaming thighs became too powerful her knees buckled and she began to slide to the floor against his chest. Virgil blocked the movement by drawing his arm behind her back and his hand between her legs, supporting her entire weight by the back of her soaking crotch. "Ohhhhh God, you're sooo good at this Virge, mmmmm...don't stop, pleeease..." Heather moaned as her coordination fell apart and Virgil still somehow manage to keep her upright to masturbate her. She wrapped one arm over his neck for balance and held his forearm with the other to help guide his fingers to where it would make her cream into them most. But Virgil needed no help and as her mind focused more and more only on her unbelievably erect clit, she held his arm by reflex only. Her other arm also died as her mind drifted, and Virgil knew she was done for. "Virgil... Virgil keep your hand on my pussy, ohhh..." Heather moaned quietly as she started to approach climax. Virgil stepped back slightly, pulling his come-soaked hand out of her drenched panties, and allowed her beautiful, quivering body to fall into his chest. He yanked her blond hair behind her head to expose her neck with one arm while supporting her leaden body with the other. "I want you to come Heather, come right now!" he demanded as he nuzzled her, his experience from that morning getting him to enjoy the total domination of his sexual partners. He then pitilessly drew his leg between her thighs as she moaned and scraped the entire length of his still-clothed thigh against the underside of her crotch, the pressure causing Heather's thoroughly saturated boardshorts to press excruciatingly against her helpless clit. She gave a violent twitch as the brilliant maneuver took her, and then she fell hopelessly over the edge. "Ohhhh my Goddd Virgil!" she screamed uncontrollably, "Ohhhhhh yessssss Virgil, mmmm! Ohhhh my pussy... that hurts so, sooooo gooooood!" Her arms pressed around his neck and shoulders with all her strength as her thighs opened and closed beneath her, riding Virgil's thigh in a magnificent orgasm. Virgil held her close to him to preven her from hurting herself as she writhed in passion. "Virgil, oh Virgil take your finger out, I'm coming too hard! Ohhh Goddd pleeease Virgil... Ohhhhh I... I feel like I'm going to faint... Pull out, I'm begging... I'm begging you Virgil..." But Virgil knew she could take more. Squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and, as he had with Miss Morgan, applied just a little more pressure... "Oh, Ohhhhh JEEEEEZUSSS!" Heather screamed, "Ohhhhhhh my Goddd, ohhhhh... Ohhhh yesss, finger-fuck me Virgil, finger fuck me, oh God, I'm coming again...Oh that hurts so good... I can't stop coming... please... please Virge, rub my clit, I love your naughty little hands!!!" Heather very nearly fell totally unconscious in his arms as he masturbated her. Her head turned left and right as her body reflexively struggled to find some way to cope with the pressure between her hot legs, but to no avail. Her sexy body went rigid for a moment as one last powerful spasm rocked her; then she fell limp on Virgil's shoulder. Heather breathed in short, sharp gasps as the blissful spasms receded. "Oh...Oh, Virge, you made me come so good," she gasped as he held her limp body upright, "I've never climaxed so strong before..." Virgil kissed Heather deeply on the lips as she gushed, enjoying the feeling of her tongue in his mouth. He let Heather go for a moment to glance at the clock on the nightstand, just in time to see the minute change to 11:45... Heather began to bend at the knees and sink to the floor in fatigue. "Get on the bed, Heather." Virgil ordered, stroking her hair. Heather sank to her hands and knees, breathing heavily. She put her hand on Virgil's feet. "Yes, Virgil... please... just let me catch my breath, then... then it's your turn..." Virgil ignored Heather's pleas and, picking her up off the floor, threw her over his shoulder and flung her passionately onto his bed. She moaned as her head hit his pillow. Virgil held her arms and pulled her into a sitting position, lifting her arms as he pulled her tank top off her shoulders. He groped her firm breasts in each hand as he teased and sucked her nipples, feeling her shiver and moan as his tongue danced on each firm knob. "How does that feel, Heather," Virgil asked again, squeezing her breasts as she gasped in pleasure, "Do you like it when I do that?" "Yes Virgil babe..." Heather whispered in gratification, "You can do whatever you want... everything your hot little mouth does, and everything your hands do, feels so nice against my pussy..." Virgil untied the drawstrings on her shorts and pulled them off her legs, and, after pausing a moment so that Heather's eyes could implore him to continue, did the same to her dampened thong panties. He left her skateboarding shoes on; something about Heather being completely naked except for the shoes on her feet turned him on so much! Virgil lowered his face between Heather's luscious thighs and kissed the light brown hair surrounding her cunt, feeling her shake as he edged closer to her gyrating clit. It was obvious that her cunt was just trimmed -- it was absolutely beautiful, like it wanted to be devoured by someone's mouth. He took his hands and, using his fingers to spread her dribbling pussy lips wide, shoved his tongue as far as it would go into her hole. "Ohhhhh...ohhhh yesss..." Heather cried as Virgil tongued her steaming pussy. His tongue massaged the entrance, slowly lolling over the quivering lips as he edged ever closer to her weak spot, Heather panting and struggling for breath as Virgil's beautiful tongue dictated everything she did. Finally Virgil stopped teasing and firmly sucked on the pink knob; it swelled between his teeth and Heather's warm come flowed uncontrollably until it was sloshing around in his mouth. "Virgil! Ohhh God Virgil how can you do that to me!" Heather moaned in blissful agony, "Ohhhh suck on my clit Virgil, you young whore! Ohhhh make me scream Virgil, make me scream, I've been a bad, bad girl!!!" Heather's legs began to squeeze against the sides of his head as he tongued her towards orgasm. He pulled his tongue out and looked at Heather as she gasped. He almost felt sorry about what he was going to do to her now, but he wanted to teach her a lesson in pain just as he had taught Miss Morgan a lesson that morning! He continued tonguing her clit as she began to thrash and cream more violently, and just as he felt her hard clitoris dancing on the tip of his tongue in capitulation, he rammed his forefinger into her pussy. Turning his palm upward and curling his finger into a `come-hither' gesture, he mercilessly stroked the inner wall of her vagina facing her abdomen, his finger exquisitely finding and at the same time creating a blinding pressure on what no one had ever detected in Heather before. Heather's tumultuous, gutteral scream alerted Virgil that his instincts had served him well... He had found Heather's G-spot. Heather threw her head back in climax, her clit undulating and dribbling in his mouth as she cried out in passion. "Oh, Oh goddd! Virgil, oh fuck me Virgil, fuck me that feels so gooood!" Ohhhhh you... You beautiful Irish... ohhhh keep your tongue on me, Virgil, it makes me feel like such a slut!!!" Heather's screaming and thrashing made it difficult for Virgil to keep his tongue on her hot pussy. Soon he was gasping, too. "Heather, your come tastes so nice..." he admitted softly, still lolling his tongue over her vulnerable clit. "Oh... Ohhh Jesus Virgil," Heather gasped, faint lines of sweat forming on the back of her neck as she panted, "That was incredible... You're incredible, Virge... No younger guy has ever made me come so hard before, and you don't even have to try." She looked down on Virgil's sweet face as his tongue continued to stroke her pussy lips. She shuddered as it never stopped sending ripples of pleasure through her body. "Virgil... I was coming before I felt your tongue on my pussy..." Virgil looked up and smiled. "Are you going to turn me and Miss Morgan in to Dean Rutherford?" he said with his faint air of authority. He brushed his tongue against her dancing clit to coerce an answer. "No!" she wailed as it sent a shard of passion through her groin. "I won't ever turn you in, Virgil babe..." She closed her eyes in ecstacy. Virgil smiled again. "Tell me you want me, Heather..." he ordered, again holding her pussy hostage by brushing his tongue against her clit. "Ohhhh I want you sooo baddd, Virgil!" she gasped, wiping the moisture from her delicate forehead with one arm while the other lay limp at her side. "I think you're sooo dreamy, just watching you makes me cream, Virge. I've been dreaming about your body..." "Tell me exactly what you want." Virgil ordered with mock-coldness, smiling at Heather. "I want your cock, Virge!" Heather replied, panting. "I've been dreaming about your big, bad cock! Please... Put it in me..." "Say pretty please..." Virgil teased, the expression in his blue eyes giving away to Heather the fact that he was just kidding her. Heather smiled and spread her thighs open, her shoes gripping the sides of his bed. "Oh pretty, pretty please, Virge!" she squealed, lolling the tip of her finger sexily on her tongue just the way he liked, "I want your big, beautiful twenty year old cock rammed all the way inside me! Make me your little slut, Virge! I'll do anything, anything you want... If you want me to get down on my hands and knees and beg for it, I will..." Heather smiled at Virgil as he stood up. She realized that she had finally admitted everything to him, but she liked doing it; revelations made her even hornier. She licked her lips as she stared at Virgil's beautiful young body; she was creaming like mad for him on his sheets. "Heather, you didn't really have to ask." Virgil said laughing as he began to undo his slacks for her; he did it extra slow to let her stare at the enormous bulge that formed at the crotch. Heather laughed too, understanding. She gasped when she finally saw Virgil's throbbing erection, and nearly fainted in anticipation as he inched it toward her pussy. Virgil's mind raced as he approached Heather's inviting body. It was late, but he wasn't tired. He decided that whether or not he got bad grades in college didn't matter to him; he loved Wilshire and everything the school had to offer; ever more after an incredible day like this. He stole a glance at the clock on his nightstand: 12:33. He had a report to write, and he had to work at Furdor's tomorrow, but tonight he had a beautiful girl in his bed and a memory to last forever. 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