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I had recently joined as a zoology prof in a college where I went in for first day of lecture. There sat Sophia on the first bench ! The first look of this girl had my head spinning ! She was sexier then any bitch I had seen in before. She was dressed in a white tight blouse which showed off her lovely round tits prominently. As she stood up to greet me I could not stop staring at her sexy thighs which lay exposed ad she was in minies. i kept wondering what was beneath them !

It was really difficult to concentrate in the lecture. And then it happened ! I dropped my zoology book by mistake on the floor and had to bend down to pick it up. There I got a view of her lovely panties under the minies.

I continued to masturbate for many days with Sophia being my fantasy. I had fucked ner in my imagination in all the positions that I could think of. I thought only if the imagination changed to reality !

Then I got a way of doing that. Grades of sophia in zoology were pretty bad. I frightened her that if she did not study hard she might flunk in the exams. I asked her to take coaching from me to improve her grades.

Poor girl had to agree and we started daily sessions in the late evenings where I taught her zoology wondering when will I get the chance to teach her the actual zoology.

Slowly Sophia began to get free with me. Initially she used to come well dressed. But gradually she started coming in casual dresses. I had ball of a time staring at her as long as I wanted and started masturbating badly. My desire for the little bitch grew day by day.

One day it happened. It was raining heavily and the weather was all stormy. It was late evening and Sophia had come over for her class. The drops of rain could not resist clinging to her body and she was all wet. On top of it she was dressed in a low cut blouse and a mini skirt. This 18 year old chick all wet turned me on.

Sophia who had never had sex in her life was not very much aware of what was going in my mind. We sat for the coaching and I started with reproduction. When I reached to reproductive organs i could feel that she was getting concious of my stares on her boobs which were quite visible thru her wet dress.

Noticing this I put my hand on hers to turn her on. I was in all mood to satisfy my hunger for this slut tonight. Sophia protested and said she wanted to go home. I told it was too stormy to go home. She persisted with her demand to go home and went towards the door.

I closed the door and grabbed her. She was cold with fear. She begged to let her go. I blackmailed her that if she did not do what I told her to do I will see to it that she flunks in her tests. Desperate not to make me angry she started to beg before me to let her go.

I caught hold of her more tightly and got better off all her attempts to sqeeze past. Knowing that it was useless to rebel she decided to comply.

I asked her to remove her blouse. She started crying. I told her that it wont help. Reluctantly she removed her blouse leaving her in her lacy bra and skirt. This sight turned me on completely and made my cock go as thick as ever before.

I approached her and gave her a kiss. Slowly I lay her down on the couch and kissed her thighs. Then I moved my hands over her bra pinching her breasts thru her bra. This made her breasts go hard. I kissed her for a long time.

Not able to bear the hard cock in my undies I removed my pand and undies to make my cock free. Seeing the cock Sophias was dumbstruck. I could feel lust in her eyes for the cock and the longing in them to have the cock put in her cunt.

I kissed her again and could feel her reciprocating for the first time. I knew she would not be disappointed by this game of sex which she was playing for the first time.And that too with a man who had thought just about her since he had seen her.

I unclasped the bra and saw her hard nipples. Sucking her nipples her put my hand into her panty. Her cunt was all hot and wet. I removed her panty and kissed it and got mad by the smell of the liquid which had seeped into it.

Here lay a girl all naked except her tiny skirt all ready to be fucked by me. I pinched her nipples with my thumbs and could hear her sighes getting louder and louder. I could hear “Fuck me ! Satisfy me !”

This was all I wanted to hear. I put my cock into her pussy and started giving violent thrusts. She could not beleive how nicw this could feel and was running out of breath. This continued for quite some time when we both came.

We made love many times that night. Since then life has not been the same. The zoology classes have become much more entertaining and grades of Sophia getting better and better as she learns her zoology !

That’s today’s hot free sex story!

Story written by christopherrluu at gmail dot com

“Are you going to pick me up or should I take a cab?” Chris asked.

“I’ll send a car out for you, or I’ll go myself. The schedule’s tight
but I think I have half-days of shooting that week,” Jake said, Chris could
hear him flipping through a stack of papers over the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” When Jake hung up, Chris realized how much he
really did miss him. The two weeks apart seemed to drag on forever; he
didn’t want to call Jake, knowing that he’d probably be shooting or
memorizing lines, and then the time difference made it even harder to gauge
whether or not he was sleeping, awake, or shooting scenes at night.

Chris threw a few more sweaters into his suitcase before snapping it
shut. Vivian had sent him a ticket to New York to meet with Houghton
Mifflin for the cover of his next book. He had no idea what he wanted it
to look like, and he was still working on giving it a title. He had a
journal full of working titles now that he’d ditched his laptop for
something lighter. There were words crossed out, charts testing the flow
of word combinations, shopping lists, and an ink stain on one page. If
anyone saw it, they’d think he was schizophrenic. He threw an extra blank
journal into his messenger bag and went looking for his wooden fountain
pen. Ever since Vivian found it for him, it was the only thing he liked
using.

Opening and closing the drawers in the study, which was growing
increasingly messy, “Shit,” he said, knocking over something on the floor
with his clumsy feet. Looking down, he noticed it was a rocking horse with
a note on it. Opening the pale yellow envelope, he felt stupid for not
noticing it until now. How long had it been sitting there?

There, scrawled in Jake’s shaky handwriting, was a message: “For
Chris–who made me real. Jake.” Chris realized it wasn’t just a rocking
horse; it was a skin horse, its leather faded and worn. Jake spent a lot
of time in the study when Chris was writing, since he wrote everywhere but
the study. He only used it when he was editing or making phone calls.
Chris kept his favorite books on the very top shelf, because they were all
really old, falling apart, or both. Chris never read a book just once,
every book he got was read at least twice, it was just something he was
used to from his literature classes. “There are two levels to every book,”
one of his professors would always say.

Chris grabbed his copy of The Velveteen Rabbit, the first book he
could remember having read to him. The corners of the book were tattered
and fraying, the pages were more yellow than white, and there were
scribbles all over the end sheets. He remembered telling Jake just once
that The Velveteen Rabbit meant a lot to him, it was when they’d only met
and Jake asked him what the “little book that’s falling apart” was. Chris
remembered going into a long speech about how it wasn’t falling apart, it
was being loved and would become real any day now. Jake probably thought
he was crazy, but here he was, looking down at his very own skin horse.
Had it been there this whole two weeks? It was too late to call Jake and
ask, and to say thank you, but he made a mental note to give Jake a special
thank you when he go to New York.

He noticed his pen sticking out from under the desk and grabbed it,
sticking it in his pocket. It seemed that when he least expected it, Chris
was always surprised. Jake always kept him on his toes.

***

Chris waited for everyone to leave the plane before even trying to get
out of his seat, the rush was too much to deal with, and after sitting
there for so long, what was another few minutes? Waving goodbye to the
flight attendants, he walked through a long tunnel into the terminal.
Everywhere he looked, people were hugging and shaking hands. Families
reunited and businessmen meeting to make their big deals, Chris looked
around for Jake, or at the least, someone holding a sign with his name on
it. Looking around, he saw neither, and as the crowd dissipated, he
figured that he should just head out to the street, maybe Jake told whoever
was picking him up to get him out there.

Pulling the handle from his suitcase, he took a few steps with the
rest of the crowd before he saw Jake standing there, a goofy smile on his
face and a messy sign that read “Lewis.” Chris practically ran to Jake,
throwing his arms around him. He didn’t care who saw, didn’t care if the
picture would be all over the internet that night, didn’t care if the
entire world stopped to stare. He felt safe, like he was home again.
Jake’s hand patted Chris’ back before reaching for the suitcase. “Let’s
get out of here,” he said.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Chris said, “and thanks for the horse.”

Jake’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled, “I knew you’d like it. But it took
you long enough to notice. I put it there right before I left.”

“Sorry,” Chris said, “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“When do you have to get back on set?”

“I got the rest of the day off.” Chris let his head fall to Jake’s
shoulder when they got into the cab, “Reservations for dinner, and a suite
at the Astoria.”

“Where to?” asked the cabby.

“Astoria,” Jake said, his hand grabbing Chris’. The stress of the day
seemed to disappear when Jake touched Chris. The warmth of Chris’ hand,
the familiar feeling of it inside his own, made Jake’s entire body relax.
He let out a long sigh, it was the first time in two weeks he just forgot
about the movie, and it felt good. Chris was looking out the window, his
eyes tired, but Jake could feel his pulse racing in his hand. “Tired?”

“It was a long flight. And it’s weird that I left at breakfast and
now it’s dinnertime,” Chris said, “I must have eaten six or seven bags of
peanuts on the plane.”

Jake smiled, the cab coming to a stop at the marble rotunda of the
Astoria. Chris got out of the car, stretching the fatigue out of his legs.
Jake pulled Chris’ suitcase out of the trunk, handing it to one of the
bellhops. “Twenty-eighth floor, I forget what number. It’s the third door
on the right after the elevator bay, I think. It’s under Lewis.”

The bellhop looked at Jake like he was crazy, and Chris grabbed his
suitcase from his hand, “I can take care of it, thanks.”

Chris and Jake walked into the hotel, it was quiet, but there were
still plenty of people in the lobby. “Elevators are over there,” Jake
said, motioning to the right. Chris walked towards them, everything about
the hotel distracting him. The architecture and the flowers, everything
was lush and opulent. “You guys can go first,” Jake said to an older
couple that was waiting for an elevator too, “we’ll catch the next one.”

Confused, Chris didn’t question it. Something was up with Jake and he
didn’t want to make it any worse. “The shooting schedule along with the
stress of the script itself must really be getting to him,” Chris thought.

An elevator opened and the two of them practically jumped inside, Jake
slamming his finger onto the “door close” button. When the doors slid
shut, Jake pounced on top of Chris, slamming him into the cold marble of
the elevator wall. The breath was knocked out of him, Jake’s lips on top
of his, hands on Chris’ ass and one knee spreading Chris’ thighs apart.
“Two fucking weeks,” Jake said, panting, “I’ve been crazy, I can’t
concentrate on anything, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

To be continued….

Here is a story I found, rather softcore, but its alright:

It was the middle of summer Summer when I walked into a Broadway near my house hoping to find the perfect birthday gift for my dad. I didn’t realize that I would end up with the perfect gift for myself…. I walked around the store with a fraction of me looking at merchendise, and the rest of me crusing the boys (standard mall proceedure). As I walked passed the mens shirt/tie counter I noticed this awsome looking boy behind the counter. I tried not to stare, however, I realized that we had caught each others glance. Embarased that I was caught crusing him, I quickly turned away. When I looked back a few seconds later he was smiling at me. I smiled back, then walked away…. “FOOL!” I said to myself. Go back and talk to him. ….”Naaaa. It’s too late now. He’d probably think I’m a fag….” But I am a fag, so I waited a few minutes then navigated my way back to the mens tie counter…. He smiled that same hart-melting smile and asked if I needed help. I told him I need a birthday gift for my dad and didn’t know what to get. (A good line to use since now he could spend more time helping me.) 30 minutes later I walked out with a new wallet and his name (which I got off his name tag, Brian)….. The following day I went back again and who do you think I ran into? BRIAN! This time I told him that I was just hanging out. We talked for about an hour then I wondered off so he could help his customers…….

A week later I was looking through my friends brother’s high school yearbook. (A very rich source of eyeball entertainment.) As I’m flipping through the 12th grade pages, who do think I see??? Hmmm? That’s right. BRIAN! “WOW”! I exclamed. I grabbed his brother to ask him if he knew anything about this awesome teendream. He just smiled a weard smile and said “No”. ….. Well at least now I had his last name so I could look it up in the phone book and get his number….HA!. YES!..PROGRESS!…I did this. His was the 4th in the list under his last name in the book. Cool. Now what the fuck do I do with it. I can’t call him. What would I say? I decided to let the whole thing drop for a few days……

I was living in an apartment at the time with a (very straight) room mate. It was about 10:00 and I was getting ready to crash for the night. I looked and felt like total dogshit from a very long day. (Picture this: I am unshaven, hair is thrashed, wearing nothing but underwear, and walking around half asleep) There’s a knock on the door. Since my roomate was expecting his girlfriend, I opened the door…..There stood my friends brother and BRIAN!!!…..with that same adorable smile…….

Well, this is rotten timing. Of all the nights to just…. drop in. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it NOW though, so I invited them both in. It turns out that they’ve been friends in school for over a year. We all kicked back and talked for about an hour then brian and I exchanged phone numbers (even though I already had his). Although I still wasn’t sure whether or not Brian was into boys, I went to sleep that night with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.

The next day I called him. During the course of the conversation I learned that, while he did have a girlfriend, he was very interested in boys but had never been with one. I told him that I would be happy to introduce him to the “boy” scene. He was delighted at the idea and so we arranged to get together that Saturday night for an evening at Odyssey-1. (Those of you who were privlaged to be a part of the Odyssey generation will probably go into a mental time warp about now…) That was the longest week in my life. Saturday night finally arrived, and I picked him up around seven o’clock. He looked hot! I decided to cruse up the coast toward Malibu. When we arrived, we walked along the beach by the water and watched the sunset. Never before in my life had I felt such romantic energy for another boy. We talked about family life and family problems, and school and girls and… whatever. As we stood at the water’s edge, the gentle warm breeze, the last golden rays of the sun dissapering over the horizon, and Brian standing beside be made this one of the most intense moments of my life. I wanted it to last forever….I wanted so much to reach over and kiss him. But I didn’t do it because I still wasn’t sure if he liked me in that way. We walked back to the car and headed for the Odyssey.

We arrived and entered the disco at around ten o’clock. By eleven I had to fight my friends (and strangers) off of Brian. BACK! BACK YOU MONSTERS!… We danced and had a wonderful time till about one o’clcok, then Brian asked if we could leave. Since he didn’t want to go home right away, we drove to a country club in the valley which, for some reason, never locks the gates at night. The view up there is spectacular, making it a great place to be alone with someone special. Brian was certanly special to me. We walked along the green but it was so dark we really couldn’t see where we were going. It was very warm out that night so we decided to sit down on the grass and talk awhile. We sat very close and discussed the evening. He thanked me for protecting him from the boy-eating mob in the club. We sat there talking for about a half hour then I asked him what he wanted to do. He suggested going back to my apartment. Well, I could hold back no longer. I reached over and kissed him very softly. As I ran my fingers through his silky smooth hair, the fragrence of his colone, and the softness of his lips, created emotional and physical feelings that were almost too powerful for us to handle. That first kiss lasted for what seemed like eternity. We continued holding and kissing on under the stars until we noticed that the sun was begining to rise. Again, he suggested that we go back to my appartment. I took him home instead. I told him that in two weeks he would be eighteen and I wanted to be his birthday present…. Two weeks later we had a night that made the evening on the country club green seem mild in comparison….

Thank you Brian. I will never forget you.