My first story. If there’s demand for more, there’s more.
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Taryn is sitting in front of Professor P, mouth hanging slightly open, breath caught in the back of her throat. She looks at the front of his khaki dress pants seeing the outline of his cock through them, eagerly awaiting her chance to see it. She knows it will be big. The thought of touching it with her hands, putting her pouting little lips on it, tasting it with her delicate tongue, feeling it penetrate her tight pussy, and stretching her out gives her a tingle down her spine. The tingle spreads through her midriff down to her legs and settles in her pussy, a warm and aching dampness gathering in her panties.
“Taryn, what is the next step?” Professor P says, drawing her attention up to his face and looking deeply into her eyes, “…Taryn?”
She blinks and realizes she is sitting in class staring dumbly at Professor P with her pencil in her mouth, almost drooling. People are starting to giggle as her fantasy-world fades and thought returns. Professor P persists, “Taryn, what is the next step in solving this stoichiometric equation?”