Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2017 18:04:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: English Professor (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, F/g)

Adult Youth, oral, F/g

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved

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               English Professor

                    By
                   Jan

      I am a tenured English Professor at a University
in California.  My name is Sara Goldberg.  I teach
English and English Literature from 101 to 499.  I do
enjoy my job, and the way of life that being a faculty
member of a liberal college allows me.

      Nature blessed me with a body that is attractive
to both males and female.  I just happen to be a
lesbian, and have had sexual relationships with many
women and some of students.  Normally I don't fool
around with students because of the legal
ramifications, but occasionally I have allowed some
students to seduce me.

      I'm five-foot eight with a 38-D bust line, 26
waist, 40 hips, long brown hair, brown eyes, and I
have to admit that I have a prominent nose as a
result of my Jewish heritage.  Barbra Streisand and I
have a lot in common physically.  Not that my nose
ever bothered me.  I wear my Jewishness with pride.
I'm proud of my Great-grandparents were smart
enough to flee Germany in the early thirties.  My
family worked hard to see to it that I got the best
education possible.  I made a point to move to
southern California to live and work, because of the
large Jewish community in a liberal community.  As
soon as I was able I bought a modest home.

      A few years ago the college started allowing
gifted students to enroll in a fast track programs,
where they were allowed to skip high school and
enroll in our University as freshmen and earn their
high school diploma while attending college.  At first
I was dubious about allowing 14-year-olds to be
allowed to enter college at such a young age.

      When I got a printout of my fall classes I found
that I had a girl in my freshmen English 101 class
that was one of these early enrollment students.  I
wondered if she was going to be able to keep up with
the curriculum.

      That first meeting of the class I took roll and
made note of the girl that responded to the name
Shirley Gould.  I took note that she didn't look any
younger than the 18-year-olds.  She looked to be at
least five-foot two, brown hair with a charming face.
Her 33-B figure looked proportionate for her size.
There were even a couple of 18-year-olds that
actually looked younger than her.  I doubted that her
classmates would realize who young she was if she
didn't tell them.

      Throughout the semester I was pleasantly
surprised that she consistently achieved grates in
the top five percent of the class.  She responded to
questions with insightful answers.

      Every day I had office hours between classes.
Most times I could use the time to prepare for my
next classes because very few students took
advantage of the time to consult with me.  There
were three girls that would visit me regularly in hopes
of ingratiating themselves to me in hopes of getting a
better grade than they deserved.  But close to the
end of the semester Shirley came to my office one
day to enquire how she was doing.

      I felt that it would be appropriate for me to
conduct this meeting informally, rather than sitting
behind my desk in a position of authority, so I came
around my desk to sit on the couch turning to face
her.  I asked her, "Shirley...how can I help you
today?"

      "Ms. Goldberg...I just wanted to know how you
think I'm doing in your class."

      "Please call me Sara.  Don't you realize that you
are scoring in the top five percent on every test, and
you participation in class discussions is by far one of
the most engaging and insightful of any in the class?"

      "I know I have been doing pretty well on the
tests, but I have noticed that in some of my classes
there is some resistance to having a young girl in
their classes."

      "Honey...I have to admit that I was dubious about
allowing the admission of high school aged youths to
be admitted into undergraduate programs, but having
had you in my class for the better part of a semester
I can tell you that I have been impressed with your
maturity and ability to analyses and evaluate the
material I have assigned the class."

      Shirley...blushed and thanked me for saying that.
I assured her that my office was open to any student
to come in to discuss anything with me before
allowing her to exit my office.

      I often take meals in the restaurant on campus
and get a cup of coffee during breaks at the student
store /lounge and restaurant.  On those occasions
when I sit at a table it isn't long before some of my
students join me.  The discussions range from current
political issues to something as trivial as the
prospects of our sports teams.  If the discussions
became heated by opposing opinions I sometimes have
to officiate before they get out of hand.

      Shirley became a regular member at my table,
and she wasn't shy about voicing her opinion.  She was
good at backing up her argument with credible facts.
I found that I admired her a lot, and I wondered how
her fellow students would react to her statements
differently if they knew just how young she was.

      As a result of her obvious admiration of me she
started visiting me during office hours.  She started
telling me a lot about her personal life.  She told me
that her fellow students in grammar and junior high
school resented that she always blew the grading
curve with her high marks.  She told me that now
that her fellow students don't know her age there is
less resentment to her academic achievements.

      Our meetings continued the rest of the semester.
When the last day of the semester arrived I was in a
mood to celebrate.  I lightened my hair color with
blonde streaks, and because of the occasion of the
final test I chose to wear a tight fitting party dress
with large hoop earrings, and my most fashionable
pumps.

      As soon as the finals were over a group of the
class suggested having a party at a local Mom and Pop
pizza parlor.  Most of the class opted out, but seven
were excited about the idea.   They invited me to join
them for pizza and beer.  I was pleased to be invited
and was happy to join them.

      Shirley approached me to tell me that she would
like to join us, but she had to take the bus home.  I
assured her that I would be happy to take her home
after the party.

      There were a couple of males that joined us.
Most of them had their own cars and we met at the
restaurant and gathered around a table.  I ordered
two large peperoni pizzas with bottles of soda and a
pitcher of beer.  Some of them drank the soda, but
most drank the beer even though they were
underage.  Having completed the class they were in a
party mood.  There was a lot of good humored joking.
Eventually the party came to an end.  They began to
leave by ones and twos as they excused themselves to
go home.

      When there was just Shirley and I left I paid the
bell and led her out to my car.  When we exited the
restaurant it was already dark outside.  I happen to
drive a simple old Honda Civic because I dive and
economical car because I'm not interested in image.

      While I was taking her home I was curious about
her sex life and asked about boyfriends.  She told me
that boys didn't like her, because she was smarter
than them, and very few girls would talk to her.  She
told me that her only friend back then was a girl that
was slow witted.  She did her best to help that girl do
better in school.

     That led me to ask, "Now that you are in college
with older students, and some are as intelligent as
you, have any of the guys that don't know how young
you are asked you out?"

      "There have been a couple of guys that have
asked me for dates, but I really don't have any desire
to date guys!  I find that I'm more interest in girls."

      I wondered if she knew what implications of her
statement might indicate.  I couldn't believe a girl as
young as her knew what she was implying.  I asked,
"Honey...do you understand what you just said
implies?"

      Shirley's face got serious, "YES...my first sexual
encounter was with an older woman that I picked up
at the food court of my local mall.  She thought she
was seducing me, but in truth I was actually the one
seducing her."

      I was impressed with her candor.

      Before she continued her confession, she placed
her warm hand on my right knee just below my skirt.
"Sara I was attracted to you the day I sat down in
your class."

      That revelation surprised me beyond belief.  I
felt my pussy tingle.  I couldn't continue taking her
home right away, so I pulled into the parking lot
behind the store front business along the boulevard.
The shops were closed and the lots were empty.  I
pulled into a parking space in a corner obscured from
view by a hedge from the passing side street.

      When I turned off the engine and unbuckled my
seat belt I turned to face Shirley.  She released her
seat belt as well.  Shirley reached across the center
console and placed her hand on my right breast.  She
did so as if she expected me to object to her bold
move.  It felt like she was about to withdraw her
hand at any moment, so I placed my hand over the top
of her hand.  When I pressed her hand tightly
against my breast she squeezed my tit.

      I have to admit that in my tight fitting dress my
breasts were so large that I could almost place beer
glasses on them and they wouldn't fall.  I simply
pulled the front of the dress down to expose both of
my tits.  Shirley looked at them like a kid in a candy
store.  She wrapped both hands around my right tit
and her mouth barley covered my areola.  While she
sucked on my tit she toyed with my nipple with her
tongue.  I enjoyed her enthusiasm long enough for
her to suck both tits before I started opening her
blouse and pulling her bra up to expose her small firm
puffy little tits.

      Now it was my turn to suckle on her breasts.  I
was almost able to get all of one of her tits in my
mouth.  She was making all kinds of pleasant noises
while I did my best to suck one big hicki on her tit.  I
wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to suck the
cunt of such an adorable young girl.

      I placed a rolled up wool blanket on the center
console and lifted Shirley up and pulled the back of
her panties down to her thighs before placing her
butt on the blanket and finished removing her
panties.  I buried my face in her crotch.  The smell of
her pussy was one of the strongest incentives for me
to eat her pussy.  I wrapped my lips around her little
clit and sucked it until Shirley started crying that
she was cumming.  I used my tongue to scoop up every
drop of her cum before allowing her to rest.

      There wasn't enough room in the front seat for
me to get in a position for her to suck my cunt, so I
had her get out of the car and join me in the back
seat.  I lay on my back with my party dress pulled up
to expose that I wasn't wearing panties at all.

      Shirley was fascinated with my hairy cunt.  She
also was pleased to find that my clitoris was large
enough to protrude past my labia.  She sucked on it
like a little penis until I actually squirted in her face.

      While we straightened up our clothes I pulled a
package of handy wipes from the center console, so
that she could clean her face and hands before taking
her home.  It wouldn't do to drop her off smelling of
pussy.

      When we arrived at her home she insisted that I
come in and meet her parents.  I removed the hoop
earrings and put on a baggy cassimere sweater, so
that my tits wouldn't be so obvious.

      Shirley led me straight to the family room of her
home.  Her father was sitting in his chair, reading the
newspaper.  Her mother came from the kitchen wiping
her hands on a towel.  Her father laid the paper on
the arm of his chair as he rose to welcome me into his
home, and her mother stood beside her husband, as
Shirley introduced me to her parents.  Her father's
name was Samuel and her mother's name was Rachel.

      Her mother simply reminded Shirley that it was
passed her bedtime, and dismissed her.  After
Shirley left Rachel insisted that I join her in the
kitchen for coffee.  While she was pouring the
coffee she commented, "I would have recognized you
anywhere, Shirley has told me so much about you.
Her description was accurate, but didn't do you
justice."

      While we sipped our coffee we talked about
Shirley.  Rachel was proud of her daughter.

      I admitted, "I had been less than enthusiastic
about having a fourteen-year-old in my class, but
Shirley proved me wrong, and had been one of my
favorite students.  I couldn't believe how mature her
logic was.  I read her blue book final after the test,
before joining a group of her classmates for pizza.
The test was for them to write about their most
memorable moment.  I was amazed by her narrative
about what happened to her that challenged her
childish beliefs about good and evil, black and white
world."

      Rachel smiled, patted me on my knee, "Did she
write about the time my sister came to visit?"

      Her casual question surprised me.  Shirley had
written all about how her aunt had seduced her when
she was eleven-years-old.  Did her mother know about
it?

      "My sister is a horny bitch, but I do love her
dearly.  I wasn't happy about my sister seducing
Shirley when she was so young.  I suspected by the
way she talked about you that she was going to try
and seduce you."

      I couldn't believe how casually she discussed her
daughter's sex life.

      "From the look on your faces I can tell she had
already seduced you!  Did you enjoy it?"

      What could I say!  There was no point in denying
it.   I just smiled like a school girl caught with her
hand in her panties.

      Rachel placed her hand on top of mine and said, "I
knew all about my sister seducing her and I was well
aware that Shirley enjoyed it, because she sought out
my sister at every opportunity after that first time.

      I couldn't believe that Shirley's mother had
known that her daughter had been having sex with
her adult sister for at least three years, and virtually
given passive approval.

      "Everyone sooner or later learns about sex one
way or another.  I felt that Shirley was better off
learning from someone that loves her as much as I do.
I'm fully aware that sooner or later she will probably
get interested boys, but for now I'm happy that she
is enjoying safe sex.  From what she has told me
about you I suspected that you were the kind of
woman, that may I say appreciates women?"

      There was definitely no need to lie to this woman.

      Rachel added, "Shirley should be ready for bed
by now.  Would you like to say goodnight to her?'

      "Yes...thank you"

      Rachel rose from her chair and led me upstairs to
Shirley's bedroom with her hand resting on my butt.
I tapped on the door, and Shirley asked, "Who is it?"

      "It's me."

      "Come in"

      When I opened the door Rachel gave me a gentle
push and closed the door.

      I approached the bed while taking in what her
bedroom looked like.  Her room was the room of a girl
but not a child's room.  She had a desk with a
computer on it.  Her text books were stacked neatly
on the desk along with her writing materials.  She was
lying on her bed as I entered.  She was in a white
nightgown.  I approached her bed and sat on the
edge.

      "Your mother knows about us, and apparently has
no objections."

      Shirley smiled, "I suspected that she knew the
truth about my frequent visits to my aunt's place.  If
she knows about us, then there is no reason we can't
see each other socially."

      I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, "We
can discuss this some other time."  With that I
exited her room, after all her mother knew when I
entered her room even if she wasn't outside the door.

      I found her back in the kitchen and thanked her
for the coffee, and her understanding before leaving.

      I had to think about the ramifications of dating a
young girl with her parents knowing.  I had a couple of
days to prepare for the next semester, and get a look
at the printouts for my classes.

      Off course my eyed scanned the lists for
Shirley's name, and it stood out in the list of my
English Literature 201 class for Monday, Wednesday
and Friday afternoons.  I couldn't help smiling when I
found her name.

      As usual I took roll the first day, discussed books
required, class outline and signed transfers in and out
of the class.  With the remaining time I started
introducing the class to the subject.  I knew damned
well that even telling them my office hours most of
them wouldn't remember the times.  After the class
there were the usual students hanging around asking
question, that I had already discussed during the
class time.  They either weren't paying attention or
just wanted to try and make a favorable impression.
After getting rid of the students I headed to my
office.

      Shirley was waiting for me by the door.  As soon
as we were inside she flung her arms around my neck
and jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
She did it so suddenly that it almost through me of
balance.  I had to turn quickly to lower her onto the
couch.  I almost fell on top of her, but I caught
myself by placing my hands on the back of the couch.
We kissed with all of the passion we could muster.

      Shirley lofted the skirt of her dress to show me
that she wasn't wearing panties at all.  I dropped to
my knees before the couch and placed my hands on
her thighs as she spread her legs.  I sat back and
admired the perfection of her crotch.  Her brown
pubic hair was trimmed to an even length and shaved
into a bikini triangle above her sweet little vagina
opening.  I placed my fingers on either side of her
labia major and pressed inward to force her vagina
open to see her little clitoris and vaginal opening.
Obviously someone had taken her virginity because I
could see into her vaginal canal.  I couldn't resist
clamping my mouth over her little cunt and driving my
tongue deep into her vagina.  When I started
whipping her little clit with the tip of my tongue she
actually squirted some of her urine into my mouth.

      I sat back on my heels and asked, "Would you like
to visit the ladies room?"

     Shirley blushed childishly, "I didn't mean to do
that!  It was an accident!  I won't do it again!"

      I wiped my face with the back of my hand and
smiled up at her before sticking my face back in her
pussy.  She wrapped her legs around my head and
humped my face until she had an orgasm that shook
her body.  When she recovered she removed her legs
from around my head and helped me stand before
joining me on the couch.

      We clung to each other and kissed.  It didn't
bother her that my face and mouth smelled and
tasted of her pussy juice.  Shirley started pulling at
the front of my dress to expose my breasts.

      I quickly helped her pull both of my tits out of my
dress, and she started feeling them and sucking on
my nipples.  She was slobbering all over my tits until
her saliva was dripping down to make the top of my
dress wet.  Shirley placed her hand on my right knee
and slid it up the inside of my right thigh, taking the
dress up along with her hand until her hand reached
my bare crotch.  I spread my legs allowing her access
to my crotch.  She rubbed my crotch with the palm of
her hand before she used her fingers to stimulate my
clitoris and probed the depths of my vagina.  I didn't
make a move to direct her actions, as she slid off the
couch and knelt between my legs.

      I took a deep breath as Shirley started kissing
and licking the inside of my thighs.  She even gave me
a wicked smile and threated to suck a hicky on the
inside of my thigh.  I simply chuckled at her threat.
She actually did suck a hicky on the soft inner thigh
before continuing to work her way up to my crotch.
She licked my hairy crotch until she parted the hair
to get access to the inner lips of my cunt and my
swollen clitoris.  She made loud slobbering noises and
she sucked on my clitoris until I had a convulsive
orgasms.  It took several minutes for me to calm
down off my sexual high before I made and effort to
straighten up my clothes.  I realized I would have to
stay in my office until the front of my dress dried.

      Shirley managed to straighten up her own clothes
and kissed me before making her exit.

      I had a lot of thinking to do as I sat at my desk.
I was about to make a commitment to a relationship
that could end very badly.  After some serious sole
searching I had to admit to myself that I couldn't
bring myself to end the relationship.

      I had an evening class that evening, so I was
planning on having dinner at the student restaurant
rather than the cafeteria because I preferred to
simply have a sandwich with chips and tea.  As usual
as I made my way to a round table I was joined by
several of my students from a variety of classes.
While we were eating there was the normal engaging
conversation.  When I finished eating I opted to have
a large coffee while talking with my students until I
had to make it to my class room.

      I was feeling in a good mood because I had
decided to continue seeing Shirley.  The class was not
a very good distraction because I was thinking more
about Shirley's sweet ass that the subject matter of
Greek Tragedies, but I managed to make my way
through the class time.  Of course after the class
there were a few students that lingered to ask
questions, but I eventually made my exit.  I went to
my office to pick up my briefcase before heading to
the faculty parking lot.

      As I approached the space I had parked my car I
saw Shirley standing beside my car.  There was that
instant of fear that someone would see her, as I
scanned the parking structure.  I quickly recovered
and continued to approach the car.  Rather than avoid
any appearance of impropriety I simply approached
her and kissed her on the mouth before I opened the
car door.  I tossed my briefcase in the back seat and
stepped back to allow her to get into the car before
circling the car to get behind the wheel.

      "Do you want me to drive you home? I asked.

      "Yes...to your home!" she replied.

      That was not the answer I expected.  "Won't you
get in trouble for being out so late?"

      "I called my mother and got permission from my
mother to spend the night with you."

      The prospect that she had actually gotten
permission to spend the night with me frightened me.
GAWD...At any moment her parents could have me
arrested for STATUTORY RAPE.

      Shirley looked so damned cute sitting there in
the passenger seat with her book bag resting on her
lap.  I fastened my seatbelt and started the engine.
I drove her to my home.  I took her on a guided tour
of my modest home.  My home is decorated with
memorabilia of my life.  There are even some
photographs of some of my family and female loves
over the years.  Shirley showed a lot of interest in
my past lovers.  I was reluctant to discuss my sex life
with her after all I still had relationships with some
of them.

      I made the end of the tour in the kitchen where I
offered her something to drink.  Having given her
several options she chose a soda of course.  I would
have chosen a strong coffee, but I didn't want to
offend her with coffee breath, so I select to drink a
soda along with her.

      While we were sipping our drinks I asked, "If you
are planning to spend the night with me what are you
going to do about a change of clothes before classes
tomorrow?"

      "I talked about it this morning with my mother
and she agreed that I might as well pack a change of
clothes in my book bag."

      Listening to her telling me about her mother
giving her advice about spending the night with an
older woman was so unheard of to me.  I just couldn't
believe that her mother was so liberal about her
daughter's sex life.

      Shirley was impatient to get on to the sex.  She
sat her can down before finishing it, and took me by
the hand and led me to my bedroom.  I was as horny
as she was so we virtually tore each other's clothes
off of each other.  We leaped onto the bed and were
like animals the way we went about sucking each
other's tits and pussies.  I couldn't believe just how
wanton Shirley was when she rubbed her face against
my pubic bush.  When it was my turn to eat her pussy
I wasn't satisfied just eating her pussy I turned her
over and pulled her up to a kneeling position so that I
could lick her sweet little asshole.  We were a
sweating mess by the time we fell asleep in each
other's arms.

      In the morning I didn't have a class until the
afternoon and Shirley had a class at 10:00 am.  We
lay in bed kissing and sucked each other's pussy one
more time before we showered together and got
dressed.  We stopped for breakfast before I drove
us to the campus.

      When our day was over I drove her home.  It was
a pleasant surprise to find That Shirley's mother was
home alone.  After we sent Shirley off to bath
Rebeca and I went to the kitchen to have coffee and
talk.  Rebeca casually asked me if Shirley was a good
lover.  I was reluctant to discuss the sexual
performance of her daughter with her.  I was curious
why she was so comfortable with her daughter's
sexual appetite for older women.

      "I'm puzzled by your cavalier attitude about your
daughter's sexual attraction for older women?"

      Rebeca smiled sweetly, "My first love was and
older woman when I was only ten-years-old.  I have
always had a female lover and never hid them from
Shirley.  She witnessed me n bed women many times.
I encouraged her to have sex with women because I
think sex with women is the most satisfying.  I would
even enjoy watching you making love to her."

      I instantly got a picture of me with my face
between the legs of Shirley and Rebeca sitting in a
chair with her hand between her legs masturbating
with a feverish pace.  I wondered if I could ever do
that.


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