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Hi everyone,  This is an erotic story of a young college girl Callie and her older Lecturer, C'mon do not give me that look like you have not been there before. Bar. Zumbe and the likes can give you a download. Ok the story, a real one though goes thus Enjoy:

 My psychology teacher is Mr. Brighton who is about 67 but doesn't look it. He has beautiful blue eyes and scruffy brown hair. And his body! I've never seen below his shirt line, but you can tell he has sculpted abs and chest. I've had a crush on him since the beginning of the year.


He has this way of speaking and such a passion for psychology. He paces around the room, glancing at each student when he speaks. On more than one occasion, his gaze lingered on me for quite a while, and I would get so wet from just those looks. He would lock his eyes with mine, excitement filling them. All I could imagine was making love to him, this same excited eyes staring into mine as we did. Then as I snapped back into reality, he smiled at me.

Those smiles! His teeth were perfect and every smile he gave was genuine. Somehow, though, those glances that he gave to me seemed different. They were full of a passionate intensity, at least that is what I hoped I was interpreting.

One day, after the class had left, I walked up to his desk like I usually do. "Uh, Mr. Brighton?" I cooed. "Yes, Callie?" he said. His voice was smooth and oh so masculine. "Do you think you could like, help me with this?" I made up things like help with homework just to talk to him, to hear his voice. "Callie..." he said. He looked up from his laptop and looked at me. But this wasn't just the run-of-the-mill smile.

His eyes were full of caution mixed with excitement. "You have a 98 in my class. I thoroughly doubt that you actually need help with this. What do you really want?" I was lost. Could this really be happening? "I... Well..." Suddenly he got up and sauntered over to me. He put his hand under my chin and moved my head to look at him.

"You are so fucking beautiful" he said. I blushed. I looked at his eyes again. They were definitely desire now. I leaned in and kissed him. He immediately returned. As our tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths, I reached down to unzip his pants. He grabbed my hand. "Lets take this somewhere more private. Come with me to my car." I was so hot and bothered so I readily complied. He again looked at me with those sexy eyes, now full of lust. Just looking at him made me so hot and wet that I couldn't stand it anymore.

We got in the car and as we were driving he put his hand on my knee. I hoped he would slide it up and into my jeans but he didn't. He was such a gentleman. I grabbed his hand and just held it. He looked over at me and gave me a sly, beautiful look. We pulled into his driveway and I was amazed. He was single but he had a beautiful beachside house. We walked inside and he led me upstairs. There was a huge window on one wall and a bed on the other. I walked over to the window and looked out at the ocean. It was beautiful.

I turned around to see an even more gorgeous sight. He just stood there looking at me with those eyes. He locked his eyes with mine as he walked to me and lifted me. "Mr. Brighton..." I moaned. I was so wet by now I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then. "Shh. Call me Lance, Callie." He put me down on the floor and my knees almost buckled. He put his arms around me and pulled me so our faces were an inch away. "I never imagined doing this with a student, but I couldn't stand you sitting in my class every day without wanting you. It has been torture. You are so beautiful."

At that he pulled me into a passionate kiss. As our tongues played, I reached down and unzipped him. This time he didn't stop me.

He unbuttoned his shirt and I took it off. Finally I felt his body. And it was better than I ever expected. I kissed down his neck, his collarbone, and his abs. I stopped there and licked and kissed his navel. This was more torture for him and I knew it. I moved on and pulled down his boxers revealing his raging hard on.

I gasped at it's size, about 10 inches. I kissed my way down and onto his head. As I licked the pearly white liquid off the head, I tickled his balls. This made him groan and he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair. Suddenly I rammed his cock into my mouth and began to run my tongue around it. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth. I moaned sending vibrations up his shaft and that sent him over the edge. I looked up as he came in my mouth and he was looking straight at me with those eyes. They were brighter than I had ever seen them and he looked like a madman. It turned me on.

Then as soon as he had emptied his load he picked me up and whispered "Your turn baby". He moved me over to the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled me into a hot kiss and ran his hand gently down my back. God, his hands were amazing. He ran them around my waist and I shuddered. As he devoured my lips, he slowly unclipped my bra and let it fall. "Oh baby" he exclaimed when my breasts were free. The nipples were already erect and he slowly ran his hands around them. "Oohhhh Lance..." I moaned. Then he moved his lips down to my nipples and began sucking, and turned his hand's attention to my other breast...

To be continued tomorrow... xoxo