Good Time Girls Story 1: Kristy Wickers

My name is Kristy Wickers, and I’m a professor at a decent university. I majored and teach in business studies, though I do have qualifications for english lit and accounting too. Never once have I fell off the straight and narrow, and in my spare time, I usually keep myself to myself and read until I fall asleep at night. Although, I have a feeling that tonight might be the one to change all that. But first, allow me to bring you back to the beginning.

You see, about 8 years ago, I was married to my college sweetheart. It was puppy love, back when that strong feeling could be bought with a heart-shaped box of chocolates, a sonnet with no rhyming scheme, and a store-bought bouquet of roses. However, we married young, and had no plan beyond the whirlwind novelty. The fights started, and 2 years later, we mutually agreed to go our separate ways.

I moved into my own apartment, and started teaching at the university a couple of years later. Everything was nice and simple, even if the other teachers, especially the women were all weary of me. I think it had something to do with my… not-so-easy-to-conceal breasts. Anyway, about 3 years ago now, in my second group of students, there was this guy. Not very socially active with his peers, the female students wouldn’t give him any time of day, but his grades were always great… until they weren’t. This wasn’t a single incident that sprung to mind either. Each assignment set, his grades were gradually getting worse and worse. Wanting the best for all my students, I ask him what the problem is. “I keep getting distracted.” That’s what he told me, so naturally, I assume he found it hard to concentrate with all of the noise of a crowded room. With hope in my heart, I volunteer myself to stay behind one day to help him study after hours. We settle on the library area, where no one really goes except for the random couple wanting to sneak around, and the librarian is… well, for all the sleep he gets here, I’d say he’s either sleep-deprived at home, or narcoleptic. It doesn’t help the situation at all, but we have the privacy to talk openly. What the actual problem was, these words still stick with me today.

“I can’t take my mind off you.”

Feeling embarrassed, he slumps on the desk, head in hands. I know it probably shouldn’t have, but hearing this from him, it made my heart flutter with happiness. That’s when I came up with a little incentive for him. It would be inappropriate and against the terms to offer anything too major right now… but what about setting a goal that’s a little more long-term. I bring myself closer to him, still flustered with his head to his hands, and I whisper in his ear.

“How about this? If you can pass with flying colours, I’ll give you a nice graduation present.”

As I say this, I get up from my chair, and brush his head with my breasts, before walking away. Feeling his gaze at the back of my head, I keep walking forward. I know it is a crazy thing to do, but hell if I didn’t feel sexy as hell right then. But the best part? It worked! I had watched him go from struggling, to easily pulling straight A grades over just a little time. He still hadn’t found any ladies at any point, but I’m thinking the deal only made it less likely.

Just today, it all happened. The graduation ceremony was a big success, and amongst the names to stand and receive their degrees, was him. He had finally done it… which means I must keep my side of the bargain. Still in my Sunday best fancy pink dress, I come over to him outside the venue. He quickly wraps his arms around my back in pure happiness. Wrapping mine around his waist, I could feel his chest pressing against my breasts. Before we part ways, we exchange numbers, and I miiiight have messaged him my address, telling him to come over tonight at 10PM. We parted ways again, and that brings me to the present. I’ve tidied the apartment down to the last atom, I’ve topped up my favourite pink lipgloss in the last hour, and I’ve been just sitting on the sofa for the door to knock. It’s only 9:45, so that’s just 15 minutes for my excitement and anxiety to duke it out in my mind. Seconds tick like minutes, until the clock strikes 10. Although it takes a couple of minutes longer, I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door with a big smile on my face, as I see him smiling back nervously. Still in his smart suit, he looks so cute, since he is definitely not the type to wear suits for a style choice. He seems happy to see me, as he throws his arms around my back once again. This time, I help move them down to my hips, just to let him know that it’s okay. As I pull him in closer with my arms behind his head, I can feel… something brushing my leg. Is that what I think it is? Breaking the hug, I let him in and close the door. Wanting to lighten the mood, I fix us a drink, dim the lights and throw on a little background music. As I’m doing this, he is looking around the room, looking lost like a little lamb. To help him relieve his nerves… our nerves, I sit on my fluffy purple sofa and pet the space next to me. I beckon him over with my finger, as he comes to sit next to me. Now he’s just looking at me, his hands shaking as he holds my leg. Wanting to give him a little sign, I put my hand on his and slide it further up my leg. All of a sudden, as if a small surge of confidence went through him, I see him lunge his head towards mine. He gives me a small gentle kiss before he second guesses himself and pulls out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know I did that. I-“

Knowing exactly what to do now, I make my move. I pull him back in and treat his sweet lips to a passionate kiss. Seeing that he’s fully in the mood now, he kisses me back, sliding his hand up and down my leg. I lay down, pulling him on top of me, as I feel something rubbing between my legs. As we kiss, I whip off his blazer and start to unbutton his shirt. Once I pop the last button, I take the shirt off him, and throw it to the floor, revealing to me his sweet chest. Just a little body hair and a bit of muscle. I feel his hands fiddling with the straps of my dress, which gives me a great idea. I pull him off, and sit him up on the sofa, before I stand up, standing just over him. Swaying my hips to the music, I undo the straps behind my neck, pulling them down, before I slowly work the zipper to the side. To tease him a little more, I turn around and shake my butt as I slowly pull down my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Wearing my black panties and a matching strapless bra, I turn back around to see him near hyperventilating over my body.

I’m glad that he isn’t turned off by my huge body. I had figured he’d be immediately turned off by it, but I’m happy that that wasn’t the case. Instead, his pole looks ready to rip through this pants. Wanting to help him with it, I undo the zipper and throw his pants on the floor to reveal his neon green boxers. Climbing on his lap, I immediately feel him rubbing against me, and it’s starting to drive me crazy. Continuing the kiss, he feels confident enough to put his hands on my butt. Losing myself in the moment, I slip my tongue into his mouth, which feels amazing. Before long, I reach behind my back and undo the bra, throwing that on the growing pile. I feel my breasts slam down, just in front of his face. He looks shellshocked to see them, going speechless as he just stares at them.

“You like them? Hehehe. For tonight, they’re all yours, my smart boy.”

After saying that, I help his hands to my breasts, and he offers no resistance before fondling them. Mmmm, the more he plays with them, the more I want it. You know what, I’m taking it in my own hands. I climb off him, and take his hands, leading him into the bedroom. With no eyes on us besides my little piggy plushy sitting on my drawers across from the bed, I throw him on the bed.

He looks nervous still, as he takes his place with his head on the pillow, not knowing what to do next.

“What now?” He asks me, with a sheepish tone.

“You’re losing those undies and banging me silly, that’s what.” I say to him, kicking off my panties into the living room.

As I climb on the bed, he takes his boxers off and throws them aside. Oh my. Pardon me, but that is a big delicious-looking dick. Just looking at it drives me crazy. I need it. Without any warning, I kiss it before taking it all in my mouth. He practically screams in pleasure and surprise as I take it as far as I can down my throat… which is admittedly not very far. Nevertheless, he looks like he’s having a good time, holding onto my head with a hard grip. Feeling it start to twitch in my mouth, I pull out. He’s not cumming. At least not yet. Now that we’re both ready, it looks like it’s time to give him the real goods.

“I hope you’re ready for this, baby.”

I climb on top of him, positioning his wet hard dick upright, as I gently lower myself on it. Holy crap, it just keeps going. By the time I push it in all the way, it feels like it’s resting on my stomach. He giggles a little as I fail to contain my groans of pleasure. Pushing my breasts in his face, and placing my hands on his legs behind me, I begin grinding on him. Bouncing my boobs up and down, I can barely see his face buried down there, but I can tell he’s having the time of his life through his thrusts up inside me. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, it’s feels amazing.

After enjoying a brisk casual pace for a while, I kick it up a notch by bouncing harder and faster. The sounds of him hitting my pussy just right, it’s turning me on so much, I’m going crazy. As I try to go a little faster, the bed starts squeaking loudly under me. Normally, this wouldn’t be a factor, but I’m on the 6th floor of an apartment complex. Oh my god, the way he is thrusting it up inside me is getting more intense, it’s so damn deep. You know what, screw my neighbours this once, I’m taking what’s mine. Leaning forward, I drown him in my boobs and make the bed cry. The springs are getting louder, as I ride him faster. The only sounds it doesn’t drown out, are the wet sloshing noises and the two of us moaning in perfect harmony. He goes to talk, but his voice is muffled under there.

“No talking. Just enjoy the ride, sweety. Deep breaths though, I don’t want you turning blue between my boobies.”

Wanting to give him the best ride of his life, and to make sure I don’t accidentally end it, I lean back a little and push it to my absolute limit. I take his dick as fast and as deep as my limitations would allow. Hitting all of my sweet spots, I can’t contain my moans anymore, and by the sounds of it, neither can he. With him thrusting up at the same time I bounce down on his lap, it feels so much deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Pump me hard. Don’t stop fucking me!”

After a moment, he pushes my boobs out the way to catch his breath. It looks like he’s been wanting to tell me something.

“I… didn’t bring any condoms with me.” He says to me, hanging his head in shame and embarrassment.

“That’s no problem. Other men have tried to get me pregnant but failed. Besides, anything that happens tonight is my responsibility. Now, don’t hold back, sweety.” I say to him, before we get right back into it.

Going even harder, I feel the room itself start to shake. I can tell, since my piggy sitting on the shelf is now laying down on the floor. I don’t care about what the neighbours are hearing right now, as we go into the victory sprint. Completely losing my mind to the smells and sounds, I won’t stop until I get what I’ve earned tonight. Looking down at him, he looks like he’s at the end of his tether too.

“Please. I want it. I need it all. Come on, my smart boy. Cum for me. Cum all you can inside my pussy.”

With a few more thrusts, I finally get it. He screams with a muzzled voice as rope after rope of hot cum gushes inside me, like a beautiful geyser.

“FUUUUU-“

He continues to let it all out until he starts to catch his breath. I slowly pick myself up from him, feeling the cum slowly gushing out of me. I collapse next to him on the pillow, fighting for breath. As we just lay there, we listen to the music and start to discuss what he is planning to do now that he has graduated from university. I had my doubts about it, but this night has been completely worth the wait.

We just cuddle for now… but that all changes when he decides to kiss me out of the blue. I kiss him back, and I notice that he is starting to perk up again down there. That’s right, the night is still young for us.

“Round 2, baby?” I ask him, as I climb back on top of him, already knowing that this is going to be a fun long night for the two of us.