Janna and the Professor

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JANNA AND THE PROFESSOR

PART I

Janna walked around the house, bored to death. Her English Lit professor, Dr. Atkins, had asked her if she could house-sit for the weekend while he was out of town. Now, she wasn't sure she should have accepted since he apparently didn't believe in cable. "Who in the world doesn't have cable TV" she thought to herself.

She had already explored most of the house, finding nothing to stimulate her interest. When she found the study, she figured out why Dr. Atkins didn't have cable. The room was nearly completely filled with books. Shelves and shelves of them. He obviously spent his free time reading.

Strumming her fingers across the shelves, Janna found books on poetry, Shakespeare, literature, and novels, most of which she had never heard of. As she continued exploring the room, she came across something she had not anticipated. Nearly four shelves of books on sexuality, sexual practices, bondage, fetishes…

Her heart pounding in her chest, Janna pulled a book off the shelves, occasionally looking over her shoulder as if expecting to be caught. The book was full of erotic art – men and women in various stages of undress and sexual positions. Janna tried to look over the pages while at the same time her hand tried valiantly to press against her throbbing pussy. Finally, mostly out of frustration, Janna decided to take some of the books into the living room so that she could look at them and have access to her sopping wet clit.

Before reaching the living room, Janna stopped first in the room Dr. Atkins had told her she would be using for the weekend, to change out of the confining clothing she was wearing. Sliding out of her blue jeans and faded t-shirt, Janna looked over her body in the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

She was young to be a freshman having just turned 18 a few weeks ago, but she had always done well in school which had allowed her to be accelerated in her classes. And even thought she was carrying a pretty heavy course load, her grades were very good, which was why she thought Dr. Atkins had singled her out for this favor. Dr. Atkins was a favorite with all the girls with his exceptional good looks and easy going charm. Janna watched her nipples harden under her bra as she thought about him.

Touching her nipples through the fabric lightly, she blushed at this unseemly behavior. Her Aunt Lucy and Uncle Rick would have a fit if they could see her now. Living with them was her parents idea, probably because her folks knew they would be protective of her, even though they weren't that much older than her. Especially Uncle Rick. He always wanted to know where she was at and who she was with. They weren't going to let her housesit, but Dr. Atkins ultimately convinced them to change their mind.

Unhooking her bra clasp and letting it fall to the floor, Janna critically inspected herself in the mirror and sighed. She thought herself as average in every way. Her long brown hair was straight with no body at all, her torso was slender and her legs were firm and lean. But there was nothing average about her breasts. She had even been accused several times of getting a boob-job since they were so full and perfectly shaped with small nipples and delicately colored areola. She fingered her nipples which had once again grown soft and supple. Hardening under her fingers, Janna felt a jolt of electric energy traveling from her breasts to her clit, prompting her to continue her stimulation.

After a few minutes and, as usual, not getting any real relief from this type of activity, Janna went to her bag to get her nightgown. As she pulled out the girlish garment, a wicked thought went through her mind. There was nobody here. What if she just sat around in her panties?!? Clutching the gown to her chest, Janna looked toward the door, her heart racing with… Fear? Excitement? Both? But she would still take the gown with her. Just in case.

Collecting the stack of books she had left on the table in the hallway, Janna made her way to the living room. Walking through the house with no top on left her feeling exhilarated! Positioning herself on the couch, she picked up the art book she had been looking at in the office and turned to a section which depicted a woman with several men. As Janna studied the graphic artwork, her hand made its way down to her crotch to find her dripping wet clit. With her legs splayed out over the couch and coffee table, Janna looked at the woman in the picture being taken by five men simultaneously, rubbing her sensitive and juicy clit button until she was moaning with pleasure. She imagined herself as that woman. A man's huge cock in her mouth, one in her cunt, one in her ass, and two men sucking and squeezing her tender nipples.

Janna was so absorbed in her own pleasure that she had not heard the back door slide open or the soft footsteps approaching her. The intruder watched her silently, waiting for just the right moment. Just as she was about to climax, he spoke.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

Janna nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice and was mortified as she watched Dr. Atkins cross the room to turn on a lamp next to her, which only illuminated her naked breasts and sopping wet panties even more, and then reached over to pick up the open art book she had been perusing. Her heart was pounding in fright and the aftermath of her near explosive but interrupted orgasm. She sat up, reaching for the nightgown which had fallen on the floor, and hurriedly pulled it over her head, buttoning the front with nervous anxiety.

Dr. Atkins had taken a seat in the recliner across from her and was studying the young woman. She really was very pretty, and those tits! He had wanted them in his mouth the moment he had laid eyes on her. He remained quiet for a few minutes, waiting to see what the girl's reaction would be to his presence and to the deafening silence that overwhelmed the room. When he saw that she was going to remain silent and motionless, he spoke.

"I see you found my book collection. I am very fond of these and would not be happy if they were mistreated." Dr. Atkins waited for some response and when he received none continued, "Did you hear me?"

"Yes sir" Janna replied miserably.

"I see the book has not been mistreated, so all is well" Dr. Atkins said, satisfied with her response. And then, "Janna, have you ever been fucked?"

He said it so matter-of-factly that Janna thought she didn't hear him correctly. Her head snapped up and she looked at him for a moment before casting her eyes down again in embarrassment.

Dr. Atkins spoke again, sternly this time, "Janna, answer me. Have you ever been fucked?"

"No" whispered the fretful young woman.

"Has anybody ever touched your tits?" he continued.

"Yes" whispered Janna.

"Have you ever sucked on a cock?"

"Yes"

Dr. Atkins was very pleased with the way the questioning was going. "Janna, look at me and tell me how your tits were touched and when and where you sucked cock."

Waiting again for a few moments for the girl to reply, he again said sharply, "Now, Janna."

Janna raised her head and Dr. Atkins saw the flush which went from her cheeks to the tips of her very hard nipples. Her eyes were watery as she started speaking.

"My cousins were all playing with each other and told me to join them. It was only for a few minutes and nothing really happened. One of my cousins put his penis in my mouth…"

"His what?" Dr. Atkins interrupted. "You mean his cock?"

"Yes, his cock" Janna continued miserably. "He put his cock in my mouth but only for a few seconds."

"There were no others?" Dr. Atkins asked.

"There was a boy in high school who wanted to suck on my breasts… my tits."

"Did it feel good?" Dr. Atkins pressed.

"No."

Dr. Atkins contemplated the girl and her responses before continuing. "Janna, it occurs to me that you're ready to be sexually active, but I'm concerned that you might not learn the proper techniques from boys your own age who think of nothing but their own pleasure." Taking a deep breath, Atkins knew the next statement would make or break his plans. "Janna, I will show you how to be sexual. I will teach you how to receive and give pleasure. You can learn things here that you might never get to learn anywhere else."

Allowing his words to sink in, Atkins watched the girl closely. Janna's heart was beating so loudly that it was drowning her own thoughts. Somewhat dazed, she looked at Dr. Atkins, trying unsuccessfully to think of a reason to say no. But her body, still hot with the passion, pressed her answer.

"Well?" Dr. Atkins asked.

"Yes" Janna replied softly.

Very pleased, Dr. Atkins spoke sternly, "Yes what?"

"Yes, I would like you to show me, to teach me how to be sexual" Janna responded, again self-conscious of her predicament and her shameful desires.

"Come here then" Atkins commanded.

Rising from the couch, Janna approached her professor.

"Sit on my lap facing me."

Janna raised her nightgown slightly to allow her legs to be spread across Atkins' lap. Adjusting herself, Janna wondered what in the world the professor could have in his pocket that could be so hard. Then it occurred to her that she was sitting on his hard cock, and though it was still tucked safely in his pants, she was shocked at its presence beneath her warm, sticky crotch.

Atkins smiled, knowing what she had just discovered. "Janna, look at me." As soon as she looked up he continued. "I will not do anything tonight against your will. Everything we do will be what you want, what you desire. Do you understand?"

After Janna nodded, Atkins set about resolving his first desire. "Janna, would you like me to play with your tits?" Again, Janna nodded. "Then open your gown so that I can see them."

Janna slowly unbuttoned the gown which laid the garment open to her slim waist. Shyly, she opened it exposing her perfect breasts to the professor.

Atkins watched in excitement, but curbed his lusts knowing that he might lose the bigger prize if he went too fast. "Now what?" he asked.

Janna looked at him with some surprise. "Tell me what you want me to do?" Atkins said gently.

Janna spoke timidly "Will you rub them?"

"What?" Atkins asked.

"Will you rub my tits, and squeeze them?" she said, this time a little more clearly.

Atkins reached up and cupped the perfectly shaped mounds. As he squeezed her small, hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he asked "34C?"

"36C" was her response, her eyes now shut as she reveled in the new sensations.

Atkins was very much enjoying the scene in front of him. Janna, with her eyes closed, was rocking on his lap, stimulating his cock even more that it already was (if that was possible!). Her nightgown had now ridden up and was bunched up around her waist, allowing him to feel the warmth of her wet snatch.

Janna had been touching his hands lightly as he stimulated her breasts, something which the professor would have to correct.

"Janna, you must not interfere with what I'm doing. Move your hands away." Janna's hands went to her lap, but only for a moment. When her hands were raised again, Atkins said again firmly, "Janna, move your hands or you will be punished."

Janna's eyes flew open and she stared at the professor in shock, but nonetheless her hands went to her sides and were now clutching the bunched fabric of her gown. After a few minutes of working over Janna's sensitive breasts, Atkins was pleased to see her hands going up again, almost of their own accord. Once her fingers came into contact with his hands, he stopped abruptly.

"Janna!" Janna looked at him, realizing what she had done. "I told you that if you moved your hands you would be punished. Get up."

Janna immediately moved from the professor's lap. "Take that thing off" he commanded and waited as she complied. "Lie across my lap."

At this, Janna hesitated. Atkins spoke to her sternly, "It will be worse the longer you wait, or would you rather I take you home right now?"

This would really test her willingness to subject to his and her own desires Atkins thought to himself. As she stepped to his side and bent over his lap he nearly laughed out loud with glee but, keeping his outward composure, explained the punishment.

"You have done well and I am pleased with you, so your punishment will not be harsh, however, when I tell you to do something, you must do it or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

As soon as Janna nodded her head affirmatively, Atkins raised is hand and brought it down on the girls soft, quivering backside. After five whacks, she was allowed to rise.

When she was standing in front of him once more, he explained another rule. "When you have been punished, you may thank me for punishing you rather than sending you away like a bad child."

Her lower lip quivering and her eyes moist, Janna softly murmured "thank you for my punishment."

Smiling at her, he took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Good girl. Would you like to continue?"

Entranced by his smile, Janna shook off the humiliation of the spanking and nodded eagerly. She repositioned herself on top of his rock hard cock and waited expectantly for Atkins to get back to her breasts.

"Janna, this time I will help you not get punished again, but don't expect this kind of help very often." Grasping her wrists he pushed her hands toward the back of her head. As she intertwined her fingers and rested her palms on her neck, Atkins smiled approvingly. "That's right. Do not move them until I have given you permission. Do you understand?"

Once Janna again nodded affirmatively, Atkins returned to the business at hand much preferring her without the nightgown. After a few minutes, he asked "Would you like me to suck them?"

"Oh, yes" Janna moaned.

"Then ask me to" Atkins said softly.

Janna pleaded with the professor, "Oh please, would you suck my tits."

Atkins started to lean forward but then had another thought. "Janna, look at me. I will suck your tit, but you must put it in my mouth."

As she leaned forward, Janna started to release her hands for balance but thought better of it. She readjusted her position and leaned forward, pressing her right nipple into the professor's mouth. He continued pulling and squeezing her other breast as he sucked greedily at the morsel she had put into his mouth. She was breathing heavily and began moving up and down on him as if she already had his huge cock in her tight hole.

Atkins didn't stop his activities, now sucking on her left tit while squeezing the nipple of her right. Back and forth he went, and up and down she went until she her breathing became hard and shallow.

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Don't stop. Oh, oh, oh!."

But just before she climaxed, Atkins did stop. He wanted her first orgasm on his terms, not hers. Slowly she stopped rocking, physically frustrated at now having been robbed of two powerful orgasms. As she came to her senses, she saw Atkins smiling at her, his hands caressing her now very sensitive nipples.

"You did so well, Janna, but there is so much more for you to learn. Are you still willing?"

Janna nodded her head eagerly. Atkins knew that he had nearly reached a point that she would be willing to do anything to be able to climax. And she would do things for him, things she probably never thought she would ever do.