A Creamy First Day of School

Read part I here.

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Having forgotten she had a date that night, Lola was both confused and slightly irritated by the text that interrupted her fantasy. She didn’t feel like she had the bandwidth to fool around with anyone else—although deep down, she knew that seducing professors was so passé. So, on the spur of the moment, Lola revisited her wish to get her life back on track and get a regular, her-own-age boyfriend.

After a few more hours of derivations and a lab she had to teach, getting ready for the date was proving to be a tad challenging. But no matter how tired she was, this date was part of a bigger plan for normalcy, so if she had to drink some coffee to energize and some tequila to take the edge off from her day of drooling at Professor Stryker, then so be it.

At eight o’clock, Daniel texted that he was out front. Even though she didn’t feel quite ready, she encouraged herself with a quick: “Just go. You’re hot anyway.” Heels in hand, she swept down the narrow staircase.

As usual, Daniel looked and smelled fresh, like vetiver oil and lemongrass, a perfume he always bought from his beloved home country, Haiti. He and Lola had been hanging out for a while but never had a serious talk about a relationship. He was cute, and she enjoyed his company and, above all, his body.

Lola’s day had been long and sprinkled with sexual tension. Although they were just driving to dinner, she was already anticipating the dessert: slapping her hefty breasts against Daniel’s sculpted chocolate pectorals. She was horny as fuck.

In the glimmering lights of the jazz bar where they decided to have drinks and tapas, her body felt tight, but in a good way. Working out regularly made her feel lean and energetic. Sitting next to her at the bar, Daniel glanced down at her never-ending legs and gave her right knee the slightest touch.

There are twenty muscles in the human face, and all of them work in harmony to create thirty-seven quadrillion facial expressions. But Lola only needed two to communicate everything to Daniel. Her eyelids contracted to ever-so-slightly widen her hazel eyes in mild surprise, followed by relaxing into “okay, I see you…”

That’s when Stryker’s face cropped up in her mind. His chiseled jaw sent rousing tingles down her spine. Lola often wondered whether he thought about her too. Would his mind ever drift to her pensive eyes, her candied mouth, her shiny hair, during faculty meetings? Would his cock twitch a bit when he met her in the hallways?

“You still there?” Daniel said, waving a hand in front of her face, and then laughing. “Welcome back among us.”

Poles apart from her off-limits crush, Daniel was light-hearted, optimistic, and composed. He was an artist in seamlessly dissipating any heaviness that could arise in conversation. And he always made her feel relaxed and calm, like a lazy summer day with nothing to do but lay on the grass and watch the clouds drift by.

Daniel pulled her chair closer and touched her leg again. She wondered what the smell of tequila on her breath made him dream of. Was this going anywhere? Did she care? He went on to kiss her earlobe and touch her back, which arched with thirst. Her moistened panties rendered her legs restless. Daniel instantly recognized the look on her face. It said, “Let’s go back to your place.”

They were just getting out of Daniel’s Subaru Forester in the parking lot at his place. When he went to lock the doors, she stopped him. “Let’s sit in the back for a bit,” she said with a duplicitous lick of the lips.

“Let’s…” he complied.

The fact that the windows were tinted gave Lola the go-ahead to start rubbing her left nipple through her translucent shirt. With legs slightly spread, she pulled her dress up just above her pubis and began massaging her deliciously swollen clit, still buried under her outer labia. He wanted to touch her, but she shook her head in disapproval. “Just watch for now.” Daniel obeyed with parted lips.

Lola struggled to pace herself. She could come lightning fast. Mouth open wide, she stuck her obscene tongue out. “Open up your shirt and unzip,” she ordered. Daniel proceeded to slowly reveal his pecs and unbuckle, eager to release his straining cock. He kicked off his pants and underwear and started stroking his long, thick, and juicy shaft.

Lola now nodded in approval. She turned to him, placing one leg on his lap. Daniel watched her round cheeks squashed under her weight against the leather seat. He wished the leather seat was his face. She pushed her silver panties to the side and started exploring underneath her pink, swollen lips. Her pussy was glistening in the dim lights.

At that moment, she became nearly overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of sin. His glance felt primal, and Lola contemplated the duality of their connection, both carnal and otherworldly. She had to make a choice: should she run, afraid of her savage instincts, or should she submit to them?

Her musings were interrupted by his finger, which started treading up and down her slit. “Put it in,” she said with want, moving her pelvis up and down. His thick finger entered her with a muffled squish, arching up against her top vaginal wall. She let out a short and firm “aah.”

Lola kept rubbing her exposed clit while Daniel tortured her pussy in the sweetest ways. She then asked for a finger to suck on. His chocolate hand approached her face, and she swirled her tongue all around his middle finger. Mouth open wide, she pressed her flattened tongue upward and sideways against his finger. “Let me ride you now, Prof — ”

She stopped right on time but finished the request in her head. “What, Kitty Kat?” Daniel hadn’t really understood her mutter.

Lola swiftly hopped on him, serving her breasts as fleshy distractions. He buried his nose and lips in her cleavage while kneading her buns, then grabbed her by the tits and furiously licked each of her nipples in turn. She started riding his slippery shaft, sending electric frissons through her navel. His balls quickly resembled cocoa puffs glazed with vanilla cream.

“Fuck…so tight…” he hissed. She changed the rhythm and angle, knowing she was banging him with rare skill.

“I’ll make you come so fast,” she whispered teasingly and instantly felt his boiling load shoot into her. Lola enjoyed his pumps of cum, holding him while he delighted in his sweet release. He held her for a moment and then laid her down on the backseat.

He spread her lips to look at and smell his sperm trickling out of her. Daniel lapped at her butterfly until he had swallowed his entire giant mess. His mouth covered in cum, he whispered, “OMG, I came so much…” and then started fucking her with his tongue while rubbing her clit. Lola whimpered in pleasure while ravaging her hair with her hands. With a deep breath, she forced herself to relax, which helped her come violently in his servile mouth.

They lay there for a while, in contemplation of how they were just two wasted bodies and yet also two balls of light. Animals and conscious beings. Wanting and giving. Daniel felt like perhaps he was ready for a relationship. Maybe he even loved her.

Lola arrived home very satisfied. She stripped off her clothes and sprawled on the bed for a moment before hopping in the shower. Perhaps she was finally getting over her puerile crush on Stryker — on his big brain and wide shoulders. She was so over his tight ass, his pronounced Adam’s apple, and the glimpse of his hairy forearms when he rolled up his sleeves in the excitement of explaining how the RNA works.

Like so many times before, her body was contradicting her mind, making her touch herself again. Her naughty pussy was still wet with Daniel’s sweet and salty juice. She imagined herself in Professor Stryker’s office. He would lock the door and kneel in front of her. She’d command him to strip and give her a little prize for how well she’d been doing in his class.

This mental image made her moan and struggle not to come. She stopped touching her sopping wet clit and moved on to some ass play with her favorite ribbed toy. Back in her head, Stryker was giving her head in his office. Her large breasts moved up and down while she guided him on how to lick her. “I think you need more discipline,” she warned him in her fantasy. “Let’s bring in some help.”

She smiled to herself at how much imagination she had. Softly fucking her own asshole in real life, she brought Daniel into her fantasy. “Daniel, make Professor Stryker guess how big your dick is without looking.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he’d say, and slowly position himself behind Stryker, who was still on his knees giving her oral pleasure. Daniel spat on his sizable cock and then on his hand to wet Stryker’s hole.

“Oh yeah,” Stryker moaned, “fill me…”

When Daniel penetrated her favorite professor in her fantasy, Lola came with a howl, ravished by the longest orgasm she had ever experienced.

“This is gonna be a long semester,” she sighed in resignation.

© 2021 Lola Sense

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Part I here.

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