The oldest woman he'd ever laid with was a 50-year-old. Bi-centennial pussy. She'd taught him everything he knew about sex. From Tantric to sex positions to not cumming too fast from anxiety.
And then there was Ms. Yarboro...
...a college professor from the great state of California.
Sunshine, palm trees, bomb weed, and all that good shit.
Niccolo took real estate courses after graduating from ROTC and was smitten by Ms. Yarboro. Mainly because of her light brown eyes. She also took a liking to him, and sometimes flirted with the man who was 20 years her junior. That didn't matter because he was still legal to play ball.
Ms. Yarboro would sometimes sneak glances at him. Smiling when they caught eye contact. Giggling every time he walked past. Flirting whenever he asked questions about one of the lessons.
Then she got personal one day after class.
"Niccolo, are you married? I'm asking for a friend." Ms. Yarboro's gaze told him that she'd asked for herself.
"I'm married to the game, Professor Yarboro."
"A player, eh? And please, call me Denise."
"Something like that...Denise. How'd you guess?"
"I see how the ladies in class look at you... gossip about you." Ms. Yarboro was turned on by his cockiness. "Have you ever dated an older woman before?"
"Of course, Ms. Yarboro. I have a question tho...are you hitting on me?" Niccolo stepped closer to the podium where Ms. Yarboro stood.
"What if I said yes?"
Niccolo dick got hard. "I never got hit on by my friend's mother before. Let alone a professor. I wouldn't mind taking a sip of my favorite wine that ages gracefully."
"Such a charmer." Ms. Yarboro's nipples hardened as heat rushed between her legs.
Her pussy moistened...
...and she wanted to fuck him right then and there.
She put that impulse on ice and teased him instead. "I'll see you next week, honey." She winked at her padawan and left the classroom.
I'ma get her, Niccolo thought, but didn't know when he’d actually sniff the panties.
A few weeks passed by with more flirting, touching, and glances unbeknown to everyone except Dell, who also took the same real estate course because of his mother's insistence.
That mother being Ms. Yarboro.
"How you doing in the class, Nick?" Dell whispered while his ma dukes was knee deep in the lesson.
"So far so good. Just need to make time to study for the big test this week."
"Cool. So what you think about my mom?"
Niccolo thought the question was a bit weird. "She's cool."
"She's been helping me with my homework. She could help you too, you know. Help you pass."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Yes, Dell, I'm sure." Niccolo chuckled, and shook his head at Dell's annoyance before focusing back on the lesson.
Niccolo didn't wanna tell Dell about whether he wanted to knock her off. He rarely kissed and told, if never. Even if that meant hoarding info from his crew.
"Act like you got pussy before." Uncle Bo had told a young Niccolo years prior when Niccolo told the whole school he'd finger popped this chick on the swings in a park.
After Ms. Yarboro dismissed the class, she beckoned Niccolo to walk to the professor table. Niccolo told Dell he'd catch up with him later. Dell looked on suspiciously before going about his business.
The second Niccolo reached her desk and the door closed, he found his tongue in her mouth.
Tonguing. Slobbing. Rubbing faces. Licking each other's mouths like scrapping the last of the pudding.
Niccolo aggressively turned Ms. Yarboro around and pulled up her skirt. She wore no panties. Just black thigh high stockings.
He unbuckled his belt and whipped out his dick as his pants dropped to the floor. He kneeled behind her and ate her out to get her wet. Running laps around the clit clockwise. Sucking the clit and the flaps of the pink at the same time. After several minutes of licking the phat of the cat and tongue fucking her, she glossed over him when he stood and tapped his knob on the kitten.
"Stop teasing me and fuck me." Ms. Yarboro turned her neck to look behind her.
She instantly got wet when she felt him gut-deep. Her pussy muscles clutched onto him. Gorilla grip. It was a minute since she got blazed. Damn near a year. Her knees wobbled and her toes curled in black heels. She nutted in a matter of seconds from her first feel of a long, warm dick in months.
"Oh yesssss." Ms. Yarboro hissed as her neck jerked from each thrust he served her.
"You want it?" Niccolo held her waist with slow, long strokes.
"Yes, baby. Yes."
"How bad you want it?"
"I want you to gimme an A for this."
"You gotta gimme 100 percent dick for that A, baby."
"And what else?"
"I'll pass you if you keep fucking me like this."
"You said nothing but a word." Niccolo gripped her breasts from the back and drilled her with ass-popping thrusts.
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