sperm.
I was moaning and convulsing, putting my hand down and squeezing her hips. She was screaming, yelling, twitching, and twirling without stopping. She continued to impale herself on me while large amounts of sperm seeped out of my cock which continued to pulsate and was squeezed by the vaginal muscles of my pretty fucker.
“Madeleine… Madeleine…” I whispered and hugged her with both of my hands around her waist, caressing her back with my lips. She cried and drained the last drop out of me.
I turned her, so she was facing me. Her eyes were filled with tears and she scratched me with her fingers. I hugged her and kissed her gently, and she hugged me hard and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. She twisted in my hands and caressed my stomach with her pussy. We kissed for a long time while I was calming her down from her big orgasm. Her pretty breasts were pressed to my chest while Madeleine continued to kiss me.
“Are you going to fuck me some more, professor?”
“Damn, what a good fuck that was,” I thought to myself while her head rested on my shoulders. I caressed her back, ass, and legs.
“We have to do this again, right?” She looked at me smiling and kissed the tip of my nose.
„You are wonderful.” I caressed her face with my fingers.
“I’m sorry I have to go. I would like to stay with you all night.” She got up and started to get dressed.
I felt weird! My fantasies had come true but the feeling that I was doing something against my better judgment wouldn’t leave me. I lit a cigarette and stood by the window. I felt Madeleine’s hands on my shoulders and her lips at the bottom of my neck.
“Is everything okay?” she asked me, like she knew what I was thinking.
“Of course it is…” I tried to sound natural, brought her manicured fingers to my lips, and kissed them.
“Why were you being so rough on Josephine?” She turned around and took her bag from the table.
“What do you mean…I don’t understand.”
“Well, she told me you always answer her matter-of-factly, that you don’t look at her when you talk to her and you are nice to everyone else. And that thing today when you didn’t want to let her…”
“Are you sorry she didn’t stay?” I smiled provocatively.
“Oh, no… Actually… No, everything is fine… but really why does she get on your nerves? Even I could feel that.”
“Truthfully, Madeleine, I don’t know. I have no idea; she just gets on my nerves. She is all so turbo-folk dressed up and you know I don’t like that style and that way of thinking and living.”
“So you wouldn’t want to fuck her?”
I was stunned by Madeleine’s direct question. I had forgotten for a moment that I just had sex with this fiery and intelligent girl so her question unnerved me.
“What, am I expressing myself wrong?” She looked at me as if she was reprimanding me.
“Madeleine…” I got confused.
“Okay, okay, you Petrarch an professor. No fucking, there is only making love. No tits, those are breasts. No pussy, only Venus hill. So you wouldn’t want to make love to her?” She made a face as she said “make love.”
She was getting on my nerves and I felt hurt.
“Listen kid.” I raised my tone of voice and came to her.
“It turns me on when you act so rough on me…” Her facial expression changed momentarily and she twisted her body while caressing her hips. She looked at me straight and licked her mouth.
The situation was more than I had expected. Madeleine had a complex personality. She wasn’t just some little fucker, or a horny kid, or a dumb student. Who was this girl?
“I think you’re late. Your friend is waiting.” Manners, attention to one another, deus ex machine for a situation I had no answer to.
“Yeah, you’re right. So…I had a good time.” She smiled at me.
I came to her and gave her a gentle kiss. “Madeleine, you are wonderful. Talk to you soon.”
“Talk to you soon…” She kissed her finger and put it on my lips.
I stood in front of the closed door for a long time. After very fantastic sex that I used to have fantasies about, Madeleine had raised some questions with her behavior. I didn’t just not know the answer to those questions, but I also didn’t know how to formulate them either. The sound of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts.
“Professor… is there a student in there, professor?” It was my childhood friend who used to tease me about my students.
“Hey, you maniac! Where are you?”
“I’m at the pub. Come and have a drink!”
“I’m coming!”
I was thrilled by my friend’s phone call. Some great male company in the pub, hollow stories, and fooling around would do me good. And help me forget the questions whose names I did not know.
Chapter 6: Questionable things
The atmosphere at the pub was great. My friends Jack, Anthony, and Samantha were already waiting for me. I saw that Anthony was in the company of a young girl, so I assumed it was his girlfriend.
“Hey, professor, let me ask you something.” My friend Jack came near, hugged me, and in fake whisper, imitated the unenlightened crowd. “Is there any pussy about, professor? Do those college students fuck you, ha?”
“Come on Jack, stop shitting me. The ladies in here will hear you.” I pushed him away.
“What are students like these days? I have the impression that they are all interested in anything but what they are teaching them in college,” Samantha asked.
She was a pretty girl with black hair, and makeup like some high school chick. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she had medium-sized earrings on her ears. Two buttons were discretely unbuttoned on her tight white shirt and they were showing off her large tits. Her eyes were blue, her eyebrows nice, and she had the smile of an experienced girl with the tone of voice of a determined woman. I liked her company.
“Well, I don’t know what to say. The whole country is in shambles, there is a total lack of values and you can feel it among the students.” I answered with general knowledge. This black-haired beauty had a wonderful long neck, accentuated by the shirt neck which was lifted up. I really wanted to lick it.
“What about all of those sexual affairs? I heard that some of the professors at law school even blackmailed some of the female students,” asked Anthony.
“Or they were blackmailing them. Ha ha,” Jack teased.
“Well, that is up for debate,” I answered, as if I was defending the honor of all college professors, the system, and the state.
“Dear Lord, that is today and it looks quite normal,” Anthony’s girlfriend said. She was really a small-town goose that killed all of the ambition my friend had, so as to show she had found a real man that can pay the bills regularly.
“And what is today ‘So, Oh my God normal?’” I challenged her, not feeling provoked at all, although I was supposed to be feeling that way.
“Well, that…”
“What?” I was in her face.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Anthony said.
“What? I’m not allowed to talk to your girl?” I looked at him angrily.
“What’s wrong, idiot? What’s with the tone?” Anthony felt like something wasn’t right.
“What tone? I was just asking her what she meant by ‘So, Oh my God normal.’ Well?” I leaned on the chair and placed my arm behind Jack. I looked ironically in her eyes.
“Well… sex!” she answered loudly and looked at my chest. She was quiet for a moment like she was freed of something and then continued to speak. “It looks like it’s completely normal for professors to have sex with their
