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(MF, exh, oral, anal, clothes, rom) *** Carol sat in a coffee house in Young Street, Toronto, drinking a large cup of coffee, and watching the world go by through the large shop window, when a man sat at the next table, opened his Toronto Sun and started reading the days news while sipping his cup of Tea. At first she didn't pay much attention, but then, something seemed very familiar about this man. He was, she guessed about six feet tall, looked very handsome and very fit, and with his greying hair, she guessed he would be about fifty-five years old Then it struck her, this was professor McGregor, a Scotsman who had taught at her college some years before when he was on an exchange-teaching scheme from a Glasgow University. She had a crush on him then, which was now around thirteen years before, and she knew the other girls used to fantasize about him and would openly talk about fingering their pussies at night when they thought about him. Callum McGregor felt her eyes on him, and looked up to see whom it was. "Hi Professor, remember me?" she enquired. "Aye, your face does seem a wee bitty familiar," he said quizzically, in his broad Scottish accent. "Carol's the name. You taught us English in Alberta when I was at University there. You were on an exchange scheme at the time," she offered. "Oh aye, I remember ye now. Very popular with the boys, as I remember, and I see you haven't lost any of your charms," he complimented. Much to her surprise, Carol could feel herself blush at the thought that he should remember that, and she felt an odd stirring between her legs at his presence. His accent also did things to her sexually. For some reason, accents did this to her, and the strong Scottish accent was a particular turn on for her. "Would ye like to join me lass? Have another coffee, or whatever your drinking, and we can talk about the old school," he invited. Fresh brews were ordered, as Carol sat down in the seat next to the professor. She asked. "Are you living here now professor?" "No lassie, I'm on a short five-day holiday here in Toronto on my own, I have three days left, and then I have a conference to attend in Windsor and then home again to Glasgow. And you. What are you doing in Toronto?" "Same as you professor, a weeks vacation, and I also have three days left," she replied "Are you here on your own lass, or is the husband waiting somewhere for you?" he enquired. "No, he's at home in Calgary. I needed a few days to myself to see somewhere different, and maybe meet some new people. Things were getting a bit strained at home, but so far I haven't got in tow with anyone new. I must be losing my charms," she laughed. The professor patted her leg, high up on her thigh, and she thought for a minute, he was going to grope her pussy. His hand lingered a bit longer than would have been normal, and she felt wetness start between her pussy lips. "You haven't lost your charms one wee bit lass. Let me tell ye, you're as sexy as you ever were. I can remember in class how I used to get a look up your skirt as you splayed your legs sometimes. I know you did it on purpose, especially the few times when you didn't take time to put any knickers on," he informed her. Carol's panties were definitely damp now. "How come you didn't say anything, or make a move on me at the time?" she asked. "Because you were always getting fucked by some stud from one football team or another," he said. His hand was back on her leg again, gently moving up and down, and with each stroke, he got nearer her damp panties. She made no objection as his hand moved up under her skirt, and as his hand moved between her legs, she slowly let them fall open to see how far he would go. He gently moved up under her skirt, pushing it up as he went, till his fingers were touching the gusset of her thong panties. This man was not afraid to take chances, and she could feel the possibilities of getting that good hard fuck that she so badly needed, becoming a real possibility. She leaned back a bit so he could get his fingers under the pants, and he slid a finger into her wet cunt. He started to finger fuck her, as she let out little moans of pleasure, and the juices soaked his fingers. Suddenly he pulled his hand away, much to Carol's dismay. He started licking his fingers while looking her straight in the eye. "You taste bloody great lass. What do you say we go to my hotel where we can get your knickers off and I can really give that cunt of yours a good fucking?" he said very authoritivly. Before she could answer, he took her hand under the table, and placed it on his cock. What she felt gave her tingles everywhere. His cock was so big; it was ready to burst out of his pants. "Fuck sake!" She exclaimed. "What size is that fucking monster?" "Right now, it's about twelve inches my dear, so, do you want to come back to my hotel for some of it or not?" he asked. "Sure thing," she said. "Where is your hotel?" "It's just around the corner," he replied. They raced to the hotel, and while alone in the lift, they kissed, tongues down each other's throats. He pulled her skirt up and rubbed her wet cunt through her pants. This was driving Carol insane with excitement. "I want you to fuck me professor. I want you to put that big cock of yours, right up my cunt as far as it will go, and fuck the living daylights out of me, and I need you to do it soon," she panted. "All in good time my little sex kitten," he chided. They reached their floor, and were soon in the room. It wasn't really a room. This guy had a whole suite to himself. "Well, professor I see you like your home comforts," she joked. "You like this professor lark don't you miss? He said a grin on his face?" "Mmmm, I've always had this schoolgirl and teacher fantasy thing since I was very young. I guess this is just an extension of it," she said. "Well missy, this may be your lucky day. Wait here," he said. He went into the other room, and returned with a suitcase. Laying it on the bed, he unlocked it and opened the lid. Inside was a schoolgirl's uniform, which included. White cotton bra and pants, white shirt; short plaid skirt, and knee length white stockings. There was also the professor's gown and mortarboard. "Fuck me! Are you into the role-play thing too? I love that," Carol enthused. "Ok, go into the other room and get changed quickly, before I shoot my load just thinking about it," he said urgently. Five minutes later, Carol entered the room dressed in the uniform provided. The shirt was open half way down showing her white cotton bra, from which her 38 DD tits were spilling out. The school tie was just hanging round her neck, the skirt stopped mid thigh, and the white socks came to just below the knee. To crown it all, so to speak, Carol had tied her flame red hair up in bunches, and looked like the sexiest school kid imaginable. The professor was dressed in his gown and mortar, and was holding a thin cane, which he swished back and forth. "Come here girl," he demanded. Carol lowered her eyes, like the shy naughty schoolgirl she was, and approached the professor. "Look at the state of your uniform girl," he admonished. "Have you no pride. Are you not ashamed of yourself? Are you not sorry?" "Yes sir," the little girl replied in a low voice. "Not sorry enough," he said. "You will have to be punished. I want you to come over here and get across my knee; I am going to punish you now." The crotch of Carol's cotton panties was wet with cum from the sexual buzz she was getting from this, and as she bent over his knee, she could feel her little skirt ride up her back exposing them. She could also feel the bulge of his enormous cock pushing up into her belly, making her leak even more juice into her little white cotton panties. The professor put down his cane, lifted her skirt all the way over her waist, and rubbed his hands all over her wonderful arse. He could see the red pubic hair spilling out from the legs of her school knickers, and his tool was at full stretch. The head of his cock was leaking pre cum and soaking his shorts. With one hand on the back of her neck, his other hand roamed over the delicious curves of her arse. He raised his hand above his head, and brought it down onto the buttocks of the naughty little girl as hard as he could. Five, six, seven, eight more times he did this, and Carol squealed as each stroke stung the beautiful cheeks of her panty covered bum, but the sexual thrill outweighed any pain, and her cunt ran with her juices, soaking her knickers, and running down her legs, wetting her stockings as it went. As she attempted to stand, the professor sternly told her to stay as she was. He gently rubbed her butt cheeks as he admonished her. "Now you know you are a very bad girl Carol, don't you?" "Yes Sir," she said with mock sobs. "Let me soothe it better then," he said, and his hands began to massage both cheeks of her arse grabbing handfuls of delicious flesh, nipping and squeezing hard, so that it brought tears to the schoolgirls eyes, but even more, it brought a sexual thrill that she so loved from rough handling. He stopped pinching her, and with one hand, he pulled her school knickers to one side, and gently rubbed the bright red marks put there by his administrations. He continued to gently rub her cheeks, and then the fingers of his right hand made their way down the crack of her arse. The thumb and fore finger of his left hand held her cheeks open, exposing her pink arsehole, while the right hand poked at it until his middle finger pushed inside, exploring its inner depths. Carol emitted little whimpers and moans of satisfaction as he worked his finger in and out of her ring. His finger came out, and continued down to her crack until his middle and index finger slid fully up into her cum soaked cunt, bringing squeals of excitement from his prize. "You're a fucking little cum slut, aren't you, you bitch?" "Yes Sir," she panted in reply; engrossed in the finger fucking he was giving her. "What are you? Tell me you fucking bitch." "I'm a cum slut bitch Sir," she panted quickly, afraid he would stop his finger fucking. He continued to push in and out of her delicious cunt, and then suddenly, he stopped and pushed her off his knee, and onto the floor. He stood up. "Stand up!" he commanded. Carol stood up in front of him, and with both hands, he grasped her shirtfront and ripped it open in one move. "Get that bra off and show me your tits, NOW!" was his next barked command. Carol lowered her eyes in mock fear as she undid the clasp on her white bra, dropping it to the floor, as her big 38DD tits escaped their confinement. The professor's eyes were locked on her tits. They were large, with wide Pink aureoles, and pinker large nipples, which were standing out three quarters of an inch from her boobs. She had the tell tale signs of a real redhead with her chest sprinkled with freckles which only made her more hot looking, His hands grasped one tit each, mauling them with unbridled lust. His fingers grasped each nipple, and twisted them until carol squirmed and whimpered with the delicious pain that he was inflicting on her, her body jerking from the small orgasms that it produced. "Get on your fucking knees girl," he commanded sternly. The school nymph did as she was told reluctantly, as she didn't want the delicious pain and orgasms to stop. He moved close to her, until his crotch was next to her face. "Take my cock out!" he demanded. "But Sir..." Carol said in her best little girl voice. "Take my cock out. I won't tell you again, my girl," he said in mock anger. Carol reached forward undid the pants button, and pulled his zip down. His pants fell to the floor. "Pull down my shorts," he said, hands on his hips. Again, the little girl did as she was commanded, and his shorts were pulled to the floor. His cock bounced up, hitting her on the face as it was released from its confines. Carol had never seen such a truly magnificent cock before. It was all of twelve inches long, and as thick as her wrist. The veins stood out due to the surge of blood to the organ, and the head was like a giant mushroom covered in precum. She wasted no time in grabbing for this object of her desire. "Aye. Suck it lassie. Put it all in your mouth and suck it. I want to feel you draw some good Scottish cum from my proud fuck stick," he urged. Carol licked the now cum soaked head of his dick before finally opening her mouth wide and forcing the large head past her lips. As she took ever more of it into her mouth, as her tongue swirled around it, feeling the underside of his cock head and bringing deep-throated moans from the professor as he pushed forward to get even more into her mouth and down her throat. He started to pump his rod in and out of her mouth, as he fucked her face. "Oh shit, he thought, this woman can suck cock like no one else he had been with," and he had a lot of hungry mouths slurp on his dick over the years. She cupped his balls, massaging them, and as she did, her hand went to his rectum, where she started to push a finger inside. "Ahhhhhh that's it girl. Suck me and fuck me like the good little whore that you are." Carol felt his cock expand in her mouth, and knew from experience, that he was just about to blow his load. "I'm goin' to cum, and don't you dare take that out of your mouth, ya wee slut. Swallow it all up, or else!" he groaned. This little slut had no intentions of losing the chance of filling her belly with his cum. She had never spat yet, and she had no intention of starting now. "Here it cums. Take it all lassie," he moaned. As he rammed his cock deeper into her throat. Carol felt the hot gush of cum hit the back of her throat and make its way to her belly. She was like a madwoman, trying to make sure she didn't lose any of this delicious meal. Apart from a meagre amount that dribbled from the side of her mouth and down her chin, she was completely successful. As he withdrew from her hot mouth, the professor sighed. "Oh fuck, that was one fantastic blowjob girlie. That mouth should win prizes for excellence." Carol couldn't believe it. His enormous cock was still as hard as a rock, even after the copious amounts of cum he had poured out. "Jesus, professor, your still rock hard. Can you go again?" "I can go all night lassie with the right girl, and you're the right girl. Get your arse on that bed there; it's your turn now. He pushed her back onto the bed, so that hr legs were over the end. Her skirt was unceremoniously pulled off her, as were her white panties, exposing the beautiful mound of red hair that surrounded her fanny. "Fuck me," he said. "I love a hairy cunt to lick and bury my face in, and run my fingers through, and there's no better coloured cunt than a redhead." Our little girl was now left with just the knee length stockings as her dress wear, a sight that almost made the professor cum again before he was ready. He pushed her knees apart and buried his face in the rich red wet hair of the baby dolls pussy; Carol opened her legs wide so that nothing should hinder her enjoyment from his adoring mouth. He licked her fanny hair, and then flicked his tongue gingerly over he clit, that was standing out from her cunt lips, fully engorged with the bloods of desire. His tongue found her cunt lips and darted inside, like a snake down a burrow. He lapped deep inside her cunt, until his face was completely buried up against her fanny, still trying to get further in. Carol rocked back and forward, pushing into his face, and pulling his head deeper into her womanhood with both hands, as the first real orgasm started to rack her body. "Suck me. Please suck me hard and deep! Fucking hell, I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Ahhhhh! I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnngg!!" Carol was writhing and bucking, while pulling the professor's face deeper into her crack as she orgasmed, so that he had to fight for air to survive." As her climax eventually subsided, the professor lifted his cum covered face from her twat and smiled. "Good one eh lass?" "Fuck, you sure know how to suck pussy professor. What else you got?" He stood up, the full twelve inches of his cock pointing straight up in the air like a sentry. "I've got this, lassie, and it's going right up your juicy cunt right now. How about that then?" "Fucking bring it on you randy old bastard. I've got the cunt to accommodate that snake." "Grab you're fucking ankles, you're about to get stuffed more than you have ever been stuffed before you gorgeous slut." Carol did as she was told, and grabbed her ankles, pulling them up and apart. The professor got between her legs, taking his cock in hand and guiding it to the lips of her sopping wet cunt. He eased the head forward, and it slid into her cunt with relative ease because of all the lubrication, but as he eased the rest into her, Carol could feel herself filled like she had never been filled before. Oh the delicious feeling of his giant manhood making it's way up her channel and onward to pierce the very opening of her womb. Eventually with a sigh, his balls slapped against Carol's arse, pausing for a minute to let her get used to the size of the snake nestling in her cunt, then with long slow deliberate strokes, he started on the journey of fucking the shit out of her. The whole feeling of being completely full was incredibly overpowering to Carol. Sure, she had lots of cocks in her cunt over the years, and some of them were big, but this was the daddy of them all. A Baptist preacher had fucked her in his rectory when she was just fourteen, and he was big, but not as big as this one, but she thought back to that time with great joy at the lessons she had learned from that sex driven holy man. His obsession was with very young girls in his congregation, though he had fucked most of the mothers in order to get to their young offspring. It was not an unwelcome act as he looked at these mothers, whose husbands could not satisfy them, lying there naked, with their legs wide open, begging to be fucked by their man of God. As the professor gathered pace, her body reacted by lifting her pussy mound up to meet his downward thrust, thereby getting the deepest penetration she could. She squirmed and rotated her hips, so that her clit got the entire rubbing it could from his pubic bone and the girth of his fat cock. She was murmuring and biting his shoulder all the while, as he groped her tits, squeezing her hard nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger inflicting more painful joy on her. "Fuck me teacher. Give me the good fucking you want to give all your students. I can feel your big cock screwing my hot cunt and bringing me off, you mother fucker." You're a little fuck slave, that's what you are. I'm going to fill you so full of my seed, and fuck you so good, you will think of my cock whenever your husband or anyone else fucks you. The only way you will get off when he is fucking you is to talk about how I fucked you while he's doing it." "I can feel it coming, oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck I love you professor. Fuck me hard. Squeeze my tits and make me cum." Carol's cunt clamped on the big shaft within her, as her climax built, and the professors cum started to boil in his balls ready to shoot the boiling sperm into her waiting womb, filling her to overflowing. Her climaxing convulsions started for real as she writhed under the onslaught of the pounding of his giant cock. She emitted long slow groans as her orgasm took hold of her body. Her nails dug into the professor's back, leaving long gouges across his back and shoulders. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! Yes you bastard, I'm cumming! Pound my cunt with that big cock you wonderful Scots bastard! YESSS! Ahhhrrrgggh! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Her last hah's emitted in short gasps as she jerked to the spasms of her fading orgasm. "Here it cums," groaned the professor, as his legs stiffened and the white creamy spunk shot in, what seemed like a never-ending volley of liquid fire. His body jerked as the last few streams of sperm fired into Carol's body, filling her womb, and washing all the walls of her steaming cunt. He rolled over until they were facing one another side- by-side, his cock still stiff, and embedded in her flooded fuck hole. "What a fuck Professor, and you are still hard, you randy bastard!" she exclaimed. "Turn over on your belly lass. I have something else for you," he said, grabbing a couple of pillows from the bed. Carol obeyed her professor immediately. After all, what girl wants to deny any man with the cock and the staying power that he has. "Lift your belly bonnie lass till I put these under you," he requested. She did as she was asked and the pillows were put in position, raising her arse higher than the rest of her body. "Spread your legs." He lay between her legs, kissing first her butt cheeks, and then running his tongue down her arse crease to her hole. She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body, and she raised her arse to meet his tongue, revealing the full glory of her rosebud. The point of his tongue licked her bud, and she put her hands round, placing them on her cheeks and pulling them apart to open the rose to full bloom. Her arse was well lubricated by cum that had run down there from her pussy, and his tongue pushed inside easily, tasting the tang of her arse mingled with her cum and his own. It was delicious to him, and he butt tongued her going deeper until he ran out of tongue. Her body was all a quiver with the sensations he was creating for her, as his tongue snaked in and out of her arse. As he did this, his hand went to her cunt, and finger fucked her, first with two, then three and finally his fist, soaked in cum was halfway up her cunt. "Keep going professor, please. That feels so fucking good," she groaned. What, the arse or the cunt, which one? He enquired teasing her. "Both you teasing bastard!" she said irritably. His fist moved ever deeper, until his hand disappeared up to his wrist. He was able to feel her whole insides, and more to the point, he found her G spot and started working on it. She went wild, groaning and squirming, all the while muttering unintelligible words, as she continually climaxed time and again flooding his hand and all the surrounding area with her sex juices. After a time, the professor decided it was time to relieve himself again, so he extracted his soaked hand and arm from her insides, coated his cock with the juices and lay on top of her, guiding his cock to her back door. As he did so, she raised her arse off the bed to assist him, and his cock head pressed to her opening. Between the pressures he put on it, and her pushing back on his rod, her bud now opened and his cock slid in about three inches. "Oh fuck, take it easy professor, that's a lot of cock for my poor arse to take at once." Carol had been arse fucked many times before and loved it, but this was a biggest cock she had ever had up her arse. He stopped for a minute, but then she pushed back again, and his cock slid in another couple of inches. After a time, with her pushing back on to his cock, and him pressing forward, his whole cock was inside her arse. He waited a few moments, and then eased back till he was half way out, and then slid back again until his big cock was buried to his balls. He repeated this a few times until it became a lot easier, and Carol joined in the pumping. "Mmmm, this is nice. Keep doing it. Fuck my arse professor. Fuck me hard," she murmured. As the feelings built up, he started to pump his cock faster; pulling out until only the head was in, and then ramming it all the way back slapping his balls off her arse. Carol's hand was now under her frigging her clit, and she could feel an orgasm starting again. As it did, the walls of her arse tightened on the professor's cock, and he too felt the surge of orgasm building. "I'm going to cum Carol, do you want me to pull out first," he groaned, trying to hang on for an answer. "Fuck off you bastard, I'm about to cum too, and I don't want it interrupted. Shoot your load up my arse as much as you want. I'd like it that way anyway." Carol started to shudder as her climax hit her, and at the same time, the professor's hot jism pumped into her tight arse, like steam being released from a pipe. Both of them were in climax heaven, as their muscles tightened to the spasms that shook their bodies. It was a few minutes before they finally stopped shooting cum together, and collapsed on the bed. ** It was late evening now. "I guess I had better get dressed and get back to my hotel." Carol said. "I have an idea," the professor said. "How about moving in with me here for the next three days? We could always hire some different costumes, that is if you would like to do some more fucking." "Would I like it?" Carol squealed. "Is the pope a fucking Catholic?" I'll be your little fuck slut for as long as you like professor. By the way, what is your first name?" "Callum, Professor Callum McGregor," he said. "Nice to meet you Callum." Needless to say, the rest of the time was one real exciting fuck festival for two... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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