-WARNING: More sort of hobby writing than hardcore sex. There is SOME hanky panky, but mostly just small comedy and nude themes. Enjoy to those who read-
“So, to name a couple of contributions that helped inspire Copernicus to further delve his research,” Prof Dover says as he puts his bare foot onto his desk, once again letting his gold-plated package waggle from between his thighs. “The formulas such as the Tusi Couple and Al-Battani Trigonometry, served well for Copernicus to further examine how the stars and planets actually moved.” He placed the textbook onto his desk and goes to the board and writes with the dry-erase marker. Every eye in the house gaze upon that pseudo-wedgie between those cheeks below his broad back, a random student even going so bold as to sound off a wolf-whistle.
“Hey now.” Prof Dover snaps over his shoulder. Instead of a reprimand though, he just gives a horny smile, points a finger-gun at the students and clicks his tongue like a fucking stud “We’re talkin planets here, not my big ol moon.” He says before giving his ass two loud spanks before writing another formula up on the board. A few giggles and snickers rumble behind him.
Meanwhile, Charlie is sitting quietly moaning in his desk, rolling his hips very quietly rocking his hips and rubbing his penis in his precum-soaked undies. His eyes are glued to every inch of Prof Dover; He’s so hairy and is in GREAT shape! His bulge wiggles freely with every step he takes, and his ass flexes gracefully too! He’s a bit fuzzier than Charlie imagined him, and his chest isn’t as busty as the drawing, and his frame is filled in better than the sketch’s outline, but tell that to Charlie’s raging boner.
“So, using diagrams such as these,” Prof Dover sits on his desk with his legs wide open and almost dry humps the air “Copernicus discovered WHAT about the earth?”
Charlie shoots his hand up, actually knowing the answer for a change. However, about 5 seconds of ignoring him, Prof Dover picks the same female student he did yesterday “Felicia.”
“Uuhh… Heliocentric?”
“Correct!” Prof Dover points out. Felicia giggles with excitement as he turns to the board and writes again “Heliocentrism; the concept for revolving around the sun.”
“What the hell…” Charlie mumbled with annoyance, “I had that…” Yesterday, Prof Dover wouldn’t let up about how inept Charlie was when he didn’t have any answers. And now when he raised up his hand, he goes for the hot chick-
“Ohhhhhhh” Charlie groaned “Fucking A…” That figures.”
“Excuse me, Charles?” Charlie snapped out of it and notes that the nearly nude teacher is giving him THAT glare again. Dammit; even while he’s standing in a tiny speedo with everyone getting to see his butt and his package, he’s still a serious hard-ass about rules.
At that moment, however, the bell rings and everyone starts packing up. “Go over Chapters 69 and 84 for tomorrow, class. See you all then!”
Charlie packs everything in into his backpack except the notebook. He takes with him his pencil waits for most of the students to leave. Charlie looks to his teacher and his stomach turns when he sees Prof Dover smiling at Felicia. His hands on his hips as he arches his hips to really show his fat bulge.
“Oh fuck no.” Charlie grumbles as he goes up to them.
“Yes, I would love to review with you.” Prof Dover smiles as Felicia gives him a sassy smile with ruby lips… Imagining what she’s actually planning to do with those lips.
“U-Uh Prof Dover??”
“Ugh… Prof Dover rolls his eyes back and turns around. “Yes, Charles. Was there something else you needed? Another profanity, maybe?”
“I was hoping to maybe go over Heliocentrism with you again? I’m not sure if I completely understand it.”
“It’s written in black and white in page 147 in the book.” Prof Dover says as he turns Charlie around and starts escorting him.
“W-Wait! You said if any of us had questions, we’re all free to ask you after class!” Charlie resists as he’s already getting a hasty chubby from being forcefully shoved by his crush.
“Felicia has already asked me for my instructions-“
“Great! I can join in too!”
“Charles, I will only tutor one student at a time. Goodbye”
“Wait, hang on!” Charlie says when he’s shoved through the door, his hand already stopping it from shutting “Professor Dover… Are you going to do… What I THINK you’re going to do…?”
“Go. To. Your. Next. Class.” Prof Dover says very threateningly.
“Funny.” Charlie frowned “Because when I asked you out, you told me you were MARRI- Mmmf!” His mouth his grabbed and he was shoved back.
“Out!” And with that, Prof Dover slammed the door.
“Professor~?” Felicia says. Prof Dover glances and his fingers immediately slides his wedding ring off of his finger, hoping the much younger fox he’s about to get with doesn’t notice the subtle tanline. He peels open his speedo and drops his ring down to his balls before turning and placing his hands onto the small of his back. Bostancı Escort He gives a lewd smile as he struts right back over to Felicia, who is already sitting on his desk.
“So…” The aged professor says as he strokes her thigh. “Where were we?”
Meanwhile, back in the hall, Charlie stands there, very much displeased. “Un. Fucking. Believable…” He paces angrily around, fuming at the very notion that now he somehow has a chance to bang his DAD of a teacher, he goes and hooks up with some bitch!
“Okay, you know what, you know what?” He sits at the bench and opens up the first page of the Persona Notebook. Under the list of quirks he’s already written about, he lists a new notion:
-EXTREMELY prone to premature
-giggles like a girl when he’s touched because he’s a ticklish SISSY
Charlie closes his notebook and looks through the window of Prof Dover’s classroom, seeing his teacher’s manly ass flossed by his speedo as he preys upon. According to one of the rules, it says that not all notes take effect immediately, but that also means that some notes DO take as soon as they’re written. Only one way to find out…
“So… Any particular…” Prof Dover says as he traces his hand along his thick treasure trail before his fingers wrap tightly around his bulge and really SQUEEZES it to make his manhood push through the outlined fabric “TOPic…” Prof Dover grins at Felicia’s hungry smile. “You’re struggling with?”
“Well…” Felicia says as she tucks her legs around Prof Dover’s hips and pulls him closer. “I would like to hear your thoughts on… Heavenly Bodies…” Felicia says as she gets hot from Prof Dover beastly bod hovering over her. She thought he was married, but that doesn’t seem to be the case…
“Orion… The great hunter.” Prof Dover says as he presses his bulge between her legs “Is the one with the belhh… O-Ooohh… His hips wiggle as he rubs his package into her panty-zone “Repreeseeennnttteeed…” His knuckles tense as his hidden penis keeps a very keen rush. “Whew, uh…” He blinks and shakes his head a bit, breaking a sweat as his testicles rumbled in his speedo.
“Does Orion have… A spear~?” Felicia asks as her wrists brush below Prof Dover’s underarms.
“TTThehehehehe” Prof Dover giggles almost too suddenly, but breaks immediately with a serious grunt “AGHEM, Hrrrmm…” He notices Felicia looking a bit… Off. “Yes, yes, he has a… Spear, that uh…” His thighs tremble as he pushes his semi-soft pouch into her nether regions “That did the staaaAAArrrRRRS” He tenses as a drop of precum rolls down his bulge.
“Prof Dover, are… You okay?” Felicia says as she puts a hand onto his hairy chest, her pink just barely skimming his nipple.
“BUH-KAAHH! AHh! Whoa! Hahah! Whew, wow, hah!” Prof Dover jumbles and pats at his beefy chest. His half-hard speedo package wiggles between his thighs as he paced “Whew, I do apologize, wow” His figners trace at his nipples as if they were sore and tender “It ah… It as beeeeen a while…” He says awkward.
Meanwhile, Charlie scoffs as he saw Prof Dover jump around away from Felicia. “Oh, I think it’s working.” He smirks as Felicia comes up to him and tries to woo the professor. Her hand goes to his chest, and the other into his inner thigh, and Prof Dover’s face immediately wrinkles into an automatic spasm as he leaps out of her touch and cringes on himself, his thighs pressing together and giving long, hard heaves as he holds a hand to her to pause. “Yeah, that’s right, Prof Dover. Go ahead and blow me off for some girl. You’re not gonna last long enough to enjoy it.”
“Prof Dover, maybe we should just…”
“No! No, I… Gheh heh, I’m fine.” Prof Dover pants as he gulps down his humility “It’s been… Whew, it’s been a while for me. I swear to God, I was never this ticklish…”
“Okay. I get it. I know other boys who have a hard time.” Felicia nods. “How about we…” She gets close to him and wraps her arms around him. Prof Dover flinches and gives a deep snort as even his broad back is vulnerable to her “Just get right down to it.”
“M-M-Mhrrmm ye-yess, FeEeelLicia…” Prof Dover’s mouth twitches as he resists every each to break out in another freakish laugh. His hands go to her hips as he starts to dry-hump her skirt. “This good? Thissssehehehe- AHEM”
“No giggling” Felicia says as her hands go to his ass. Prof Dover is hot as hell, but this is getting ridiculous even for her. Even the way he’s thrusting himself on her is nothing short of amateurish. She was expecting a man like him to be so cultured…
“Ooh, yeah, yeah, okay, okay” Prof Dover huffs and rolls his pelvis and grinds his pelvis into her “Ooh, we’re going, we’re running, yeah.”
“Alright, great! Uh, Prof Dover, wait” Felicia says as Prof Dover’s face starts to look… Goofy.
“Huhuhuhuhuh, yeah, loving this, oh yeah, here we go, here we go. Pfffhehehehahahah! Ooh yeah, grab my buttocks, that’s great! Hehehehehehe!”
“Prof Dover! Wait Ümraniye Escort a second! Let me at least-“
“OOOhhhhhhhhhh!” Prof Dover’s body suddenly lurches as his hips buck at her “AWHH! Ohh! Ohhh my goodness! Hooooooooo!” He coos out loud and pants out “Oh my God… Wow…”
“… What?” Felicia looks down and sees a dripping white puddle between Prof Dover’s feet. “Oh my GOD!” Felicia shoves Prof Dover back in disgust.
“A-Aghh! Felicia? What’s wrong??”
“You just… You’re done! We didn’t even DO anything!”
“Oh… Oh yeah…” Prof Dover looks down and gaps at his shame. “Ummm… Look, I’m very sorry, agh…”
“Ugh, nevermind.” Felicia goes to wipe off her skirt of the gooey smudge on her miniskirt in aggravation. Prof Dover huffs and pouts with embarrassment and as she cleans herself up as best as she can.
“Look… Felicia? I… Agh… I’m”
“Don’t bother, I’m out of here!” Felicia takes throws her pack over her shoulder and storms out.
Charlie meeps as he barely dodges the door and watches as Felicia strides away. He looks back to the classroom and frowns as he sees how disappointed and ashamed Prof Dover is as he sits down at his desk, his speedo still dribbling with his man-gravy.
Charlie cautiously comes into the classroom and sees his depressed teacher. “Prof Dover?”
“Hm? Oh yes, Charles.” He huffs as he kicks his feet embarrassingly “I uh… I suppose you’d like a tutoring session now?”
“No…” Charle says as he comes up to his teacher. “… Struck out?”
“Yes…” Prof Dover bows his head.
“… That bad?”
“… Yes…”
“Yeah… Know how that is…” Charlie says. He pats Prof Dover on the back and rubs it up and down.
“PFFGHheheheh, oooOOo” Prof Dover squirms away and shudders.
“What was THAT?” Charlie asks, honestly wondering.
“Honest to God, I don’t know, heh” Prof Dover says “I’m just damned ticklish all of a sudden, I can’t get WHY.”
“Huh…” Charlie double checks his notebook. He thought he wrote that only girls can make him tickle. He double checks the notes he wrote down…
‘giggles like a girl’… ‘sissy’… Nope. Charlie glances at his professor and looks into the very peak of Prof Dover’s crack from his speedo. He cautiously reaches down there and traces a finger down into his crack.
“OOOoOOOOoooOAHAHaah!” Prof Dover leaps away with his hands patting at his bottom.
“What? Whaaaaat?” Charlie smirks innocently as he reaches down and skims his fingertips into one of those thighs.
“Oo-HOO! Hahah! Don’t DO that! Hahah!” Prof Dover laughs and pants hard.
“Don’t do what?” Charlie grins as he gives a quick move at those hairy armpits “THIS?” His fingers wiggle deep into those musky bushes and Prof Dover clamps his biceps down onto his sides and hunches over!
“GGEHEHEHEHEHE!” Prof Dover giggles loudly right before Charlie starts attacking those exposed hairy abs “OHH! HAHAHHA! GHGHEHEHEH! STOP! Doooon’t! Dooooooooooon’t!” Prof Dover whines merrily as he covers himself
“Don’t WHAT though?” Charlie taunts as he next targets that thick neck and gropes those cum-wet balls and jabs his finger tips at them!
“AHAHAHAHAHA! OOHHAAHAH!!” Prof Dover topples over onto the floor, his mouth gaping open and his eyes clenching big time, kicking randomly as Charlie pins down his chest and starts scraping his inner thighs with his fingers “AAHHH! STOP IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CHARLES, STAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP” He laughs hard and loud as his mouth gaps in very thick bouts of laughter as he cringes big time.
“Yeah, yeah huh” Charlie smirks as he rolls his hysterical teacher over and grabs him by the back of the speedo.
“Charles, wait! What’re you-” In a hard yank, Charlie pulls that speedo UP in a sudden and cruel wedgie! “AAAAHH! GHHHHHH!”
“Yeeaaaah, like that?” Charly bites his lip as he pulls relentlessly tugs that speedo and makes it rage between those cheeks.
“CHARLES! I am your professor!! Hahah! HOOOHH! AAHH!”
“Yeah,” Charlie gives those semi-jiggle buns a few slaps “And THIS is for shoving me out the door to bang a girl half your age!” Charlie tickles those exposed cheeks and pulls at the wedgie again. He yanks it back and let it SNAP onto his butt.
Prof Dover heaves and pants as he slowly recovers. He winces and grunts as he reaches behind him and pulls the angry floss out of his crack and adjusts his sexy swimsuit “Hagh… Hagh… Alright, fair enough…” Prof Dover pants and gets up. He takes a deep breath with his hands at his hips — Charlie gazes at that busty furry chest as it puffs up and displays down from the breath. “Wwwhhhheew. Today’s been a weird day.”
“Uhhhh…” Charlie is so close to drooling. Right now, all he can think about is latching onto one of those nipples and sucking the hell out of him.
“Right. So. You wanted to review.” Prof Dover picks up one of his text books and opens to today’s chapter. “Very well. Which part did you want me to re-tutor you for?”
“Uhhhh…” Anadolu Yakası Escort Charlie looks up “Something about… Mooning?”
“The moon? Not sure we went over that… Let me just draw up one of Al-Tusi’s formulas, it helps me get going.” He turns to the board and starts drawing.
“Oh yeah, love it…” Charlie says as he ogles Prof Dover’s butt. It was hot giving him that wedgie; somehow it’s a very sexy dynamic where the proper and formal professor gets an atomic wedgie instead of the geeks getting one. He’d like to do it again or even pull off that speedo with his teeth. Then wrap his lips around that cock…
“Right, so… Al-Tusi theorized that…” Prof Dover looks over and looks at Charlie’s vacant expression. “… Charles?”
“Huh? Wh-What?” Charlie snaps out of his trance.
“… Were you staring at my bottom?” Prof Dover asked with a growing smile before turning around, leaning his weight into one leg, and putting his hands on his hips.
“U-Uh a-aeh, no? Just, um… Spacing out into… You know…” Charlie’s eyes now transfix onto Prof Dover’s crotch. That speedo pouch is so full and round. It really weighs with Prof Dover’s impressive equipment, holding in those fat balls and thick cock and almost overflowing with his pubic hair… “Space s-stuff…”
“I see.” Prof Dover says as he tosses the marker on the floor. The cheeky teacher smirks as he struts his strong legs over and and bends over.
“H-Hoohh-Mmm!” Charlie grabs his mouth mid-moan when Prof Dover’s undercarriage rears itself in his sights. He squirms and salivates as he gazes at that dangling bulge rubbing between those thighs.
“I really don’t see the point in having you stop by my free time…” Prof Dover says as he slowly waves his big behind left and right. “FFFfffhhhoooohhhh…” He sighs as he stands back up, slyly smiling over his shoulder as he clenched his buttcheeks SOLID tight.
“~UUUUUUhhhhhhhhwwww~” Charlie gives a silent, hard moan as he sees those asscheeks dimple before him.
“If you’re not even going to pay attention to me in class…” Prof Dover comes over and straddles his legs over Charlie’s lap. Charlie gasps softly as the tall and nude teacher hovers over his crotch and starts undulating his pelvis. “If you’re not even going to pay attention to me AFTER class…”
“Ohhhhh I promise I’m paying attention. Professor…” Charlie nearly squeals those seasoned abs roll and fold before his eyes. His pants point in a large tent just as Prof Dover puts both hands on the edge of Charlie’s chair so that Charlie’s nose is an inch from motor-boating his pecs!
“You sure?” Prof Dover bites his lip, sitting on Charlie’s lap and grinding himself onto him.
“H-Hoh!” Charlie’s hands grip onto Prof Dover’s hips as the professor starts dry-humping him.
“Because your face tells me you’ve got something else in mind than what I’m saying…” His arms firm into place. Charlie’s eyes look side-to-side as those arms slowly inflate with muscle. “UUUHhhhh…” Prof Dover grunts quietly as his arms ballooned with his hidden aged muscle, as does his pecs as they too flex with his masculinity.
“Ohhhhfffuuuuucck”
“Ah-ah-ah” Prof Dover presses a finger on Charlie’s lip “Language, Charles.” He then gets off of him, turns around, and starts to roll his ass up and down Charlie’s lap, putting his hands behind his head as his speedo-crack brushes against Charlie’s groin and enticing him.
“Y-Y-Y-You sure like to show off, don’t you?”
“Why not?” Prof Dover says as he downright hotdogs that tent into his crack, loving how enticed and borderline stunned Charlie is right now. “I’ve taken care of myself. I am all natural. You youngsters derseve a piece of THIS” SPANK!
“O-Oh” Charlie flinches when Prof Dover spanks himself once and watching that ass ripple. Getting brave, Charlie puts both hands and digs his fingers into both cheeks.
“WoOOOoooOO!” Prof Dover immediately leaps away from him, hunching over with a deep smirk on his mouth “Hahahahahehehehahaha…” Prof Dover’s hands grab his rump and huffs a few times “Whew, whew… Wow, hahaha”
“Wha- even your CHEEKS are ticklish??” Charlie groans with frustration.
“My God, I think so, wow.” Prof Dover calms down and pats his buns a few times. Charlie rolls his eyes and frowns as he pulls out his notebook and a pencil. He erases the line of -giggles like a girl when he’s touched because he’s a ticklish SISSY- as fast as he can.
He’s not sure if it will work, but he’s getting tired of not being able to touch him without Prof Dover cracking out like a kid. While Charlie waits for Prof Dover to stop panting and chuckling, he double-checks the notions he wrote;
-professional stripper
-loves to dance in public
-likes to show off
-somewhat narcissistic
-EXTREMELY prone to premature
“Hm…” Charlie ponders before he sets aside the notebook and comes up to his professor. “So. Now that you’re… Naked.” Charlie gestures “I gotta say… You look HOT.”
“…” Prof Dover pauses, not sure how to take that kind of praise form a male, of all things… But the dawning smirk suggests otherwise. “Yes, yeah. I suppose I am.” He says.
“You’ve got some great, hairy tits there, teach” Charlie says, almost wondering if he can make Prof Dover cum out of flattery.