I entered the politics class in my second semester of university and I'm looking around at all my new classmates. On each desk there is a pamphlet with the requirements and expectations that a student can find in this class, as well as a small biography of the professor who teaches the class: Professor Judith A. Robinson with two postgraduate degrees in history and philosophy and at the time also obtaining a doctorate in philosophy from the same university where she teaches. Maybe, like all the others who were there, I imagined a woman of age, wearing glasses and with that authority aptitude to maintain the distance between student and teacher.
To my surprise, Professor Robinson was sitting among all the students and when it was time to introduce the class, we looked at a girl who seemed not to be more than 21 years old (although we later found out she was 26), with brown hair, depilated but wide eyebrows, a long and pointed nose that went well with her oval face shape, and red lips from which you could hear a fairly sharp but sweet voice, perhaps melodic or delicate. Her gestures were fine, very well structured and gave her a very delicate and exquisitely feminine tone.
She was wearing a formal dress, simple, whose skirt covered her knees, but from what I could see of her bare ankles, they looked well worked out by some sports routine. She should be about 1.60 meters tall, perhaps appeared more height due to her high heels, but shouldn't weigh more than 125 pounds. Perhaps because of the dress, I couldn't appreciate the volume of her breasts and buttocks, but definitely Professor Robinson was calling attention, but what really caught my attention, more than anything at that moment, was when she said the following:
—Ladies and gentlemen, I really understand the world we live in: many here must work, some already have a family, all We have many commitments. I am that kind of teacher who doesn't care if you come late or even don't come to the lesson. In my class, there are only two exams to evaluate student progress and grading: one will be in two months (and we give the date), the other at the end of the fourth month. If you think you have the capacity and intelligence to only attend those two days, I don't have a problem. And if I don't receive the report that you've decided to change classes in the next two weeks and I don't see you in class, I'll assume you're still enrolled in my class and subject to my evaluation, whether you come or not.
Really, for me it was like a window, since this way I had more time for myself, and well, this type of subjects have always been easy for me, because in reality it was about reading the book that mentioned in the pamphlet that I should acquire. At the end of the class and with a little more confidence with Professor Robinson, since during that hour and a half, she had made jokes and put me on the spot for my afro that didn't reach my buttocks by 4 inches, I decided to confirm again what I had heard minutes before.
—Professor Robinson...
—Yes, tell me.
—Just want to confirm what you just said. Don't I need to come to class and only need to pass the exams if I decide to take this route?
—You've understood it very well, but I really don't advise it: there are people who attend four, six classes and have obtained poor grades that have affected their percentage.
Do you play football for the university, right? Well, I think you know, but to represent the university, you need a defined average grade. So think about it.
—Yes, I do!
—Are you bored with history?
—No! In fact, I like history, the only thing I thought was taking another class that interferes with this schedule.
—And look... if you continue in my class and come only to... exam and you fail, could I cut that mullet? – I start laughing.
—Okay, I accept the challenge. -I replied and asked him. -
What if I pass, is there any other incentive?
—Well, if you pass with a low average, just to pass the class, there are no incentives, but if your percentage is 95% or higher, let me give you a kick in the butt.
The words she used were typical words without any morbo, or at least that's how I had appreciated it, but I was maybe a little naive at 18 years old, mostly because there were words with their modism in Shakespeare's language that I didn't dominate well by those years, since I arrived in this country at the age of 14.
So, with that naivety, I told Professor Robinson:
—Giving you a kick in the butt is something I would never dare to do, but maybe giving her a slap on the backside would hurt less.
– She laughs, and I think she doesn't know that my language skills ignore these speaking modisms.
—Look, look, look... You've made me laugh, you seem like a serious and sensible boy, but you're a little bold... Well, I accept your bet, only if your grade is over 95%.
Goodbye, see you in two months.
In reality, I returned to that class two months later to take the exam, and I had many things on my mind at that time, so the only thing that took me out of reality was diving into books and studying. I saw Professor Robinson that day, and she was wearing black executive pants and a white blouse, looking nice, she was a pretty girl.
I really didn't remember the bet and I arrived to focus and take the exam. I bid farewell and leave.
These were the times when we had to go with the professor to find out our grade, or some put them on the board making them public. So, the day she would make them public, I went back to her class and saw that I had gotten a 100%. I remember already leaving when I hear her voice pronouncing my name. turn and I see the smiling and youthful Professor Robinson. —You know, I'm impressed with you. I don't know if the promise that would let me slap your butt was your incentive, but I think I'll propose it to the whole class, since you've been the only one with a 100%. – I laugh and continue. – Wait, I don't want you to spank me in front of everyone, I'd die of so much shame... let them leave so you can claim your prize.
—Professor Robinson, don't worry. – I say softly and continue. – I'll get my revenge. I won't spank you, but if I get a 95% or higher at the end, it won't be a spanking, it will be an ass massage. - She looks at me with her eyes, smiles, and only says:
—Look how bold you are... but let me warn you, that day is a written exam and fewer possibilities than this one had the pattern of multiple choices. I assure you that that day I'll bring my scissors and cut off your hair.
I must say that Professor Robinson excited me that day, since through her black pants, her inner garment reliefs were very well marked. She had an ass, not extremely large, but large enough to consider it sexy or sensual. I left with my cock erect, and walked away from there, so Professor Robinson wouldn't notice, although I think she did.
Two months later, I arrived again to take only the final exam, and good to have a two-week break before returning to summer classes.
The same protocol, I arrive days later to see what grade I got on the final exam, and although this time I didn't feel very secure, since these history and politics classes have that connotation of objectivity, well, my answer could be considered correct or simply, even if my arguments made sense, she might just take it as a failure.
I search for my name on the list and surprisingly see a 99%. This time I remember the bet, since this time it has enough morbo, since it's no longer nalgada, it's a massage on her butt. She looks at me with a smile and approaches.
—Definitely you're surprising. I never thought you could do it... Congratulations!
—Thanks! I added, and asked.
—And the bet?
—I knew I wouldn't get out of it, but I'm a woman of my word, but don't think this isn't the right place.
I see Professor Robinson has one of those cards you use to take notes, and she hands it to me saying:
—Look, here's my address. Try to arrive on time at 7 pm, as I dislike waiting or making others wait. You'll find me in room 210 and there you can collect your prize from the bet. You know... you're bad.
—Really, when I imagine massaging her glutes, I always imagine doing it over her clothes, but she was giving me an address with the name of a motel I had already spotted near the university. That day, that feeling dominated me, but at the same time I didn't know if this was a sexual encounter, should I come prepared, really I was so naive I didn't know what to expect.
At 6:30 pm I was around her, killing time listening to music on one of those cassette Walkmans from back then and by 6:59 pm I'm knocking on the door with some nervousness.
When I knock a second time, the door opens and Professor Robinson is smiling at me, so I address her with the same respect as if calling her by her last name. She asks me to simply call her Judith and lets me in.
There's a well-made bed and I see her purse on a table next to a lamp, now she's wearing those plaid pants that make her look even more youthful and a flowery blouse quite fitted to her sculptural body.
I know I'm not handling the situation well, really there's no confidence and my conversation is trivial, just university stuff. Finally, she breaks the ice:
—Well, let's get down to business... How do you want me?
Really, I didn't know how to answer, since the bet was a massage on her butt.
I somehow found the value to say she should lie down on the bed and she did; she lay down with her face down. I approached something uncertain and with some tremble in my hands, I put them on her buttocks even though they were still covered by her pants. She notices my nervousness and lets me know and I think she intuits that I need some kind of assistance from her to make our encounter transcend.
'You know, you're a handsome boy, you must have had women.'
'She's wrong, I'm interested in one, but it seems like I don't interest her.'
'Are you shy?'
'A bit…'
'I'm saying this because someone else in your place would have already tried to remove my pants and blouse.'
'I don't want to be aggressive or take something that doesn't belong to me,' I replied while still massaging her buttocks through her pants.
'But did you think about it?'
'Think about what?'
'Taking off my pants.'
'Of course, if I thought about it.'
'Don't think too much, take them off.'
I see she's standing up, I'm sitting at the edge of the bed and she puts herself in front of me and looks at me with her beautiful dark eyes and repeats: 'Take them off.'
I unbutton, go under the zipper, not without smelling the delicious smell of her hair mixed with the perfume she wears.
She has a small white bikini, not quite a thong, with a small rose embroidered on it. I lower her pants with her help, then lifts her arms to remove her blouse and is left only in her bra and underwear and says: 'Is that enough like this or do you want me to take off more so you can give me the massage?'
-I remove her bra and slowly start removing her most intimate garment.
I'm stunned, I look at that perfect body, sculptural, and a small tattoo of some hieroglyphic catches my attention, which I ask if it has a meaning and she responds, but I don't know if to my question or gave her response by pure chance: It's all yours.'
Professor Robinson perhaps was one of those experiences we pass the preambles and I went straight to... Kissing her above the Venus mount and already lying down, I went straight to her pussy and found myself with the surprise that it was already wet. Since I was gazing at her lovely face, I didn't notice that her bikini was already soaked from her juices, and I started licking her pussy like a madman and she moaning like a madwoman too, which I think everyone in the adjacent rooms could hear. I moved my tongue up and down on her sex, which sometimes couldn't even breathe, as she was smaller than me, I could reach her breasts at the same time and also massage them while I dedicated myself to exploring her with my tongue. It hadn't been much time since I was massaging her nipples when she had an explosive orgasm, that Professor Robinson let out a deep and long moan, which was heard in some rooms and even managed to hear someone saying: Give it to him, give it to him more. The Professor's face looked spectacular, as if the stress of the last semester disappeared with that incredible orgasm. She gave me a smile and said: Really, you've surprised me... You're a good student and have a talent for that tongue, which has made me come deliciously, that was tasty. I'm still dressed, although it's obvious that my cock is erect and with that dampness already quite visible, and she says: Poor guy, must be suffering in there. Come on, let's take her out into the fresh air. She takes me by the waist and unzips my pants, lowers the zipper and says again: Look how I have good calculation, I imagined it was around 18 to 20 centimeters, but I didn't imagine it would be thick, you're well-endowed. Look, I'll owe you oral, since that's very special for me and I reserve it for someone very special. Do you have a condom? I ask. No, I replied. Ah... And I'm not on any treatment. Well... But this cock has to feel inside. She took my hands and directed me onto the bed, she lies down in front of me with her side facing up. putting her yummy ass against my erect cock. I really hope what I'm imagining happens, because of her very delicate personality, the idea of anal sex with her never crossed my mind, but I feel like she's massaging my cock and anus with her head. I can't really tell, as we're both so wet and everything seems to be sliding deliciously with that extreme lubrication. After a few minutes, she asks me to push carefully and tells me in quite explicit and coarse words to break her ass with care. It must have been a very small opening, because even with the dilation she self-inflicted with my penis and fingers, it took time for me to introduce my member. Obviously she felt it better than I did, but finally she says push carefully. I feel like my cock is sliding inside her intestine, and I can feel those walls vibrating. She moans, either from pleasure or pain, but she wants to feel my cock inside her ass and has achieved it. She starts the rhythm of the back-and-forth, and I continue accompanying her. She takes my hand and says with that excited look, Massage my pussy, then directs one of my fingers straight at her clitoris. I'm screwing her ass to her rhythm, and maybe after about 7 minutes she explodes again, asking me to put a finger in her vagina, and she moans with exquisite pleasure, and the applause from our adjacent room's neighbors returns, her screams prolonging excessively, and maybe that's what stops me from coming with her. She has enjoyed two phenomenal orgasms, and then looks at me with my cock still hard and says: You've got endurance, I think you're great in bed. She keeps talking and tells me she'll make me release all that power I have and gets on all fours. What a tasty spectacle, her ass is already open, so I introduce it completely again, she moans, breathes heavily, and I pull it out again. Leaving myself to see something, the interior of that tasty ass today red. That repeats for some minutes and invites me now to be who gets on top of my shoulders while she sits on my cock, leaving me to see her yummy butt, pierced by my cock. Sitting with her leaning on my knees, I see how my cock appears and disappears in her tasty ass. The sensation was delicious, but the thrill of seeing it so freely made me only enjoy it for about three or four minutes, since I had ejaculated so deliciously, and left all my sperm in her small opening. Let her see how it drips from her anus, and I think it's the first time I don't take a break to recharge, that was enough for me to get on top of her again and give her an ass-fucking for over 30 minutes where at least two more orgasms were achieved and I came in her. We're so exhausted we've slept together for a couple of hours. She moves me around midnight and says: Can you give me a massage on my butt? That scene has been repeated again that night and then throughout that summer.
To my surprise, Professor Robinson was sitting among all the students and when it was time to introduce the class, we looked at a girl who seemed not to be more than 21 years old (although we later found out she was 26), with brown hair, depilated but wide eyebrows, a long and pointed nose that went well with her oval face shape, and red lips from which you could hear a fairly sharp but sweet voice, perhaps melodic or delicate. Her gestures were fine, very well structured and gave her a very delicate and exquisitely feminine tone.
She was wearing a formal dress, simple, whose skirt covered her knees, but from what I could see of her bare ankles, they looked well worked out by some sports routine. She should be about 1.60 meters tall, perhaps appeared more height due to her high heels, but shouldn't weigh more than 125 pounds. Perhaps because of the dress, I couldn't appreciate the volume of her breasts and buttocks, but definitely Professor Robinson was calling attention, but what really caught my attention, more than anything at that moment, was when she said the following:
—Ladies and gentlemen, I really understand the world we live in: many here must work, some already have a family, all We have many commitments. I am that kind of teacher who doesn't care if you come late or even don't come to the lesson. In my class, there are only two exams to evaluate student progress and grading: one will be in two months (and we give the date), the other at the end of the fourth month. If you think you have the capacity and intelligence to only attend those two days, I don't have a problem. And if I don't receive the report that you've decided to change classes in the next two weeks and I don't see you in class, I'll assume you're still enrolled in my class and subject to my evaluation, whether you come or not.
Really, for me it was like a window, since this way I had more time for myself, and well, this type of subjects have always been easy for me, because in reality it was about reading the book that mentioned in the pamphlet that I should acquire. At the end of the class and with a little more confidence with Professor Robinson, since during that hour and a half, she had made jokes and put me on the spot for my afro that didn't reach my buttocks by 4 inches, I decided to confirm again what I had heard minutes before.
—Professor Robinson...
—Yes, tell me.
—Just want to confirm what you just said. Don't I need to come to class and only need to pass the exams if I decide to take this route?
—You've understood it very well, but I really don't advise it: there are people who attend four, six classes and have obtained poor grades that have affected their percentage.
Do you play football for the university, right? Well, I think you know, but to represent the university, you need a defined average grade. So think about it.
—Yes, I do!
—Are you bored with history?
—No! In fact, I like history, the only thing I thought was taking another class that interferes with this schedule.
—And look... if you continue in my class and come only to... exam and you fail, could I cut that mullet? – I start laughing.
—Okay, I accept the challenge. -I replied and asked him. -
What if I pass, is there any other incentive?
—Well, if you pass with a low average, just to pass the class, there are no incentives, but if your percentage is 95% or higher, let me give you a kick in the butt.
The words she used were typical words without any morbo, or at least that's how I had appreciated it, but I was maybe a little naive at 18 years old, mostly because there were words with their modism in Shakespeare's language that I didn't dominate well by those years, since I arrived in this country at the age of 14.
So, with that naivety, I told Professor Robinson:
—Giving you a kick in the butt is something I would never dare to do, but maybe giving her a slap on the backside would hurt less.
– She laughs, and I think she doesn't know that my language skills ignore these speaking modisms.
—Look, look, look... You've made me laugh, you seem like a serious and sensible boy, but you're a little bold... Well, I accept your bet, only if your grade is over 95%.
Goodbye, see you in two months.
In reality, I returned to that class two months later to take the exam, and I had many things on my mind at that time, so the only thing that took me out of reality was diving into books and studying. I saw Professor Robinson that day, and she was wearing black executive pants and a white blouse, looking nice, she was a pretty girl.
I really didn't remember the bet and I arrived to focus and take the exam. I bid farewell and leave.
These were the times when we had to go with the professor to find out our grade, or some put them on the board making them public. So, the day she would make them public, I went back to her class and saw that I had gotten a 100%. I remember already leaving when I hear her voice pronouncing my name. turn and I see the smiling and youthful Professor Robinson. —You know, I'm impressed with you. I don't know if the promise that would let me slap your butt was your incentive, but I think I'll propose it to the whole class, since you've been the only one with a 100%. – I laugh and continue. – Wait, I don't want you to spank me in front of everyone, I'd die of so much shame... let them leave so you can claim your prize.
—Professor Robinson, don't worry. – I say softly and continue. – I'll get my revenge. I won't spank you, but if I get a 95% or higher at the end, it won't be a spanking, it will be an ass massage. - She looks at me with her eyes, smiles, and only says:
—Look how bold you are... but let me warn you, that day is a written exam and fewer possibilities than this one had the pattern of multiple choices. I assure you that that day I'll bring my scissors and cut off your hair.
I must say that Professor Robinson excited me that day, since through her black pants, her inner garment reliefs were very well marked. She had an ass, not extremely large, but large enough to consider it sexy or sensual. I left with my cock erect, and walked away from there, so Professor Robinson wouldn't notice, although I think she did.
Two months later, I arrived again to take only the final exam, and good to have a two-week break before returning to summer classes.
The same protocol, I arrive days later to see what grade I got on the final exam, and although this time I didn't feel very secure, since these history and politics classes have that connotation of objectivity, well, my answer could be considered correct or simply, even if my arguments made sense, she might just take it as a failure.
I search for my name on the list and surprisingly see a 99%. This time I remember the bet, since this time it has enough morbo, since it's no longer nalgada, it's a massage on her butt. She looks at me with a smile and approaches.
—Definitely you're surprising. I never thought you could do it... Congratulations!
—Thanks! I added, and asked.
—And the bet?
—I knew I wouldn't get out of it, but I'm a woman of my word, but don't think this isn't the right place.
I see Professor Robinson has one of those cards you use to take notes, and she hands it to me saying:
—Look, here's my address. Try to arrive on time at 7 pm, as I dislike waiting or making others wait. You'll find me in room 210 and there you can collect your prize from the bet. You know... you're bad.
—Really, when I imagine massaging her glutes, I always imagine doing it over her clothes, but she was giving me an address with the name of a motel I had already spotted near the university. That day, that feeling dominated me, but at the same time I didn't know if this was a sexual encounter, should I come prepared, really I was so naive I didn't know what to expect.
At 6:30 pm I was around her, killing time listening to music on one of those cassette Walkmans from back then and by 6:59 pm I'm knocking on the door with some nervousness.
When I knock a second time, the door opens and Professor Robinson is smiling at me, so I address her with the same respect as if calling her by her last name. She asks me to simply call her Judith and lets me in.
There's a well-made bed and I see her purse on a table next to a lamp, now she's wearing those plaid pants that make her look even more youthful and a flowery blouse quite fitted to her sculptural body.
I know I'm not handling the situation well, really there's no confidence and my conversation is trivial, just university stuff. Finally, she breaks the ice:
—Well, let's get down to business... How do you want me?
Really, I didn't know how to answer, since the bet was a massage on her butt.
I somehow found the value to say she should lie down on the bed and she did; she lay down with her face down. I approached something uncertain and with some tremble in my hands, I put them on her buttocks even though they were still covered by her pants. She notices my nervousness and lets me know and I think she intuits that I need some kind of assistance from her to make our encounter transcend.
'You know, you're a handsome boy, you must have had women.'
'She's wrong, I'm interested in one, but it seems like I don't interest her.'
'Are you shy?'
'A bit…'
'I'm saying this because someone else in your place would have already tried to remove my pants and blouse.'
'I don't want to be aggressive or take something that doesn't belong to me,' I replied while still massaging her buttocks through her pants.
'But did you think about it?'
'Think about what?'
'Taking off my pants.'
'Of course, if I thought about it.'
'Don't think too much, take them off.'
I see she's standing up, I'm sitting at the edge of the bed and she puts herself in front of me and looks at me with her beautiful dark eyes and repeats: 'Take them off.'
I unbutton, go under the zipper, not without smelling the delicious smell of her hair mixed with the perfume she wears.
She has a small white bikini, not quite a thong, with a small rose embroidered on it. I lower her pants with her help, then lifts her arms to remove her blouse and is left only in her bra and underwear and says: 'Is that enough like this or do you want me to take off more so you can give me the massage?'
-I remove her bra and slowly start removing her most intimate garment.
I'm stunned, I look at that perfect body, sculptural, and a small tattoo of some hieroglyphic catches my attention, which I ask if it has a meaning and she responds, but I don't know if to my question or gave her response by pure chance: It's all yours.'
Professor Robinson perhaps was one of those experiences we pass the preambles and I went straight to... Kissing her above the Venus mount and already lying down, I went straight to her pussy and found myself with the surprise that it was already wet. Since I was gazing at her lovely face, I didn't notice that her bikini was already soaked from her juices, and I started licking her pussy like a madman and she moaning like a madwoman too, which I think everyone in the adjacent rooms could hear. I moved my tongue up and down on her sex, which sometimes couldn't even breathe, as she was smaller than me, I could reach her breasts at the same time and also massage them while I dedicated myself to exploring her with my tongue. It hadn't been much time since I was massaging her nipples when she had an explosive orgasm, that Professor Robinson let out a deep and long moan, which was heard in some rooms and even managed to hear someone saying: Give it to him, give it to him more. The Professor's face looked spectacular, as if the stress of the last semester disappeared with that incredible orgasm. She gave me a smile and said: Really, you've surprised me... You're a good student and have a talent for that tongue, which has made me come deliciously, that was tasty. I'm still dressed, although it's obvious that my cock is erect and with that dampness already quite visible, and she says: Poor guy, must be suffering in there. Come on, let's take her out into the fresh air. She takes me by the waist and unzips my pants, lowers the zipper and says again: Look how I have good calculation, I imagined it was around 18 to 20 centimeters, but I didn't imagine it would be thick, you're well-endowed. Look, I'll owe you oral, since that's very special for me and I reserve it for someone very special. Do you have a condom? I ask. No, I replied. Ah... And I'm not on any treatment. Well... But this cock has to feel inside. She took my hands and directed me onto the bed, she lies down in front of me with her side facing up. putting her yummy ass against my erect cock. I really hope what I'm imagining happens, because of her very delicate personality, the idea of anal sex with her never crossed my mind, but I feel like she's massaging my cock and anus with her head. I can't really tell, as we're both so wet and everything seems to be sliding deliciously with that extreme lubrication. After a few minutes, she asks me to push carefully and tells me in quite explicit and coarse words to break her ass with care. It must have been a very small opening, because even with the dilation she self-inflicted with my penis and fingers, it took time for me to introduce my member. Obviously she felt it better than I did, but finally she says push carefully. I feel like my cock is sliding inside her intestine, and I can feel those walls vibrating. She moans, either from pleasure or pain, but she wants to feel my cock inside her ass and has achieved it. She starts the rhythm of the back-and-forth, and I continue accompanying her. She takes my hand and says with that excited look, Massage my pussy, then directs one of my fingers straight at her clitoris. I'm screwing her ass to her rhythm, and maybe after about 7 minutes she explodes again, asking me to put a finger in her vagina, and she moans with exquisite pleasure, and the applause from our adjacent room's neighbors returns, her screams prolonging excessively, and maybe that's what stops me from coming with her. She has enjoyed two phenomenal orgasms, and then looks at me with my cock still hard and says: You've got endurance, I think you're great in bed. She keeps talking and tells me she'll make me release all that power I have and gets on all fours. What a tasty spectacle, her ass is already open, so I introduce it completely again, she moans, breathes heavily, and I pull it out again. Leaving myself to see something, the interior of that tasty ass today red. That repeats for some minutes and invites me now to be who gets on top of my shoulders while she sits on my cock, leaving me to see her yummy butt, pierced by my cock. Sitting with her leaning on my knees, I see how my cock appears and disappears in her tasty ass. The sensation was delicious, but the thrill of seeing it so freely made me only enjoy it for about three or four minutes, since I had ejaculated so deliciously, and left all my sperm in her small opening. Let her see how it drips from her anus, and I think it's the first time I don't take a break to recharge, that was enough for me to get on top of her again and give her an ass-fucking for over 30 minutes where at least two more orgasms were achieved and I came in her. We're so exhausted we've slept together for a couple of hours. She moves me around midnight and says: Can you give me a massage on my butt? That scene has been repeated again that night and then throughout that summer.
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