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"Hi, Professor Bryant," Kimmy said stepping into the faculty lounge, which we disparagingly called "the Yellow Room." "Hi," I said, looking up from my copy of the New York Times. The lounge was painted yellow, floor to ceiling. Even the chairs and tables were yellow. There was a rumor that one of the old-timers went blind from the glare. "What you do with the camera?" she said, in her clipped accent. She was a cute kid. Oriental of some kind, I think Korean. "Oh, I just take pictures. You know, nature shots, scenery, friends, family." I felt like a fool reciting all the reasons anybody would take pictures but Kimmy seemed interested, and I didn't want to disappoint her. "Nature shots? You mean like bird and bee?" I don't think she selected the words "bird and bee" intentionally, but just the mention of the rudiments of parent-child sex talk sent a shiver down my spine to my testicles, and I felt a rumbling down there. In blue sneakers, white shorts and a white tank top, she looked for all the world for a teenager who was getting ready to play tennis -- or maybe just a teenager hanging around. "How 'bout you take picture of me?" she said, standing against the wall and posing innocently with her hands clasped under her flat stomach and tilting her head. Yet she gave me a mischievous little squint. "Of course, Kimmy," I said. "All faculty go home," she said. "Everybody gone. Lot is empty." I twisted my head, opening my camera case and wondering if she had any hidden meaning in the comment. Then I looked at my watch. Damn, she was right. It was ten-thirty in the evening. I had lost myself first in grading papers, then in the newspaper. "One photo. Then I'm leaving?" I said, adjusting the lens. "I don't want you go home. I want you stay here with me. You take picture." "Yes, of course," I said, laughing and I snapped the first shot. As I did that, she whipped off her tank top and tossed it to the yellow couch a few feet away. Then she giggled and undid her shorts. She lowered them just enough that she hid only the crotch of her white cotton panties. I snapped another picture, but I wondered what she was hiding under her hands and shorts. "Kimmy, do you know what you're doing?" I said. "Yes, professor, yes. I know very good." In spite of her broken and stilted English, Kimmy was an excellent student. In my American History class, she was hovering between a B and an A, and I had been wondering which way to push the grade. When I looked up, Kimmy had dropped her shorts to her ankles. She was giving me a provocative hands-on-hips pose that sent my cock to its full seven inches, which I was sure she didn't miss. I snapped another photo and hurried to the window. She was right. There were no cars on the lot except mine. "We have good time," she said, and I turned away from the window to see her looking away from me, bending over, and showing me her very nice ass and very bare ass as she pulled down on her panties. "Kimmy," I said, practically singing the name at her. "We're going to get into trouble." Then I snapped another photo. "No trouble," she said. "We just fuck." I shook my head almost violently, not certain I had heard the words and maybe not even certain that what was going on here was real. "Kimmy? Did you say what I thought you said?" By now, she had taken off her pants and she was reaching back to unhook her virginal white bra. "I said 'I want fuck you.' Undo bra, please." I let the camera dangle at my chest, and I moved slowly forward forgetting completely that we were in a public place. It took all my resolve to keep from touching her bare ass. As I struggled with the three little hooks on her bra, she reached back with her fingers and stroked the front of my dark trousers. "You got nice cock, professor." "Thanks," I said, finally getting the bra unhooked. Then she turned and looked down at the front of me. "You don't mind? No?" She unzipped my trousers and took out the seven inches of my cock. "Oh, wow!" she said, sounding like any other American teenager. Then she said, "You much bigger than my daddy." Her tits were small and hard, and her pussy seemed not much more than a crack. But there was a sweetness about her, and a homey smell. Garlic, I think, although I could not be sure. She looked up at me and grinned as she took my cock in her hand and began to massage. "I never have big cock like this in me before." I had played college sports enough to know there were bigger cocks than mine out there, but I was grateful for the compliment -- even more grateful when Kimmy lowered herself too a stooping position and ran her tongue over tip of my cock. Then she took the whole head into her mouth and looked up at me with almond brown eyes. It was as if she were pleading for something. "I want you fuck me," she said. "I want you fuck me real good." "Oh, Kimmy," I moaned. Maybe smiling a bit now, she looked straight up at me, and took more than half of my cock into her mouth. She sucked and slurped and licked. It had been almost a month since I had fucked anyone, and the ripples of pleasure shivered through my balls. "Mmmmm," she went, and the electric hum seemed the release of a switch someplace. "Ahhhhh," was all I could say, as my balls released the reservoir of cum. It gushed, spewing hard into her mouth. "Good, good, good," she said clearly, even though she had my cock almost all the way in her mouth. She sucked and she savored, and when all of it gushed against the back of her throat and she had swallowed all she could, she squeezed my cock from her mouth and began to lick away the residue. Her small tongue tickled and thrilled me. Finally, she came out of her squat position and sat back on the yellow floor, a drop of my cum glistening on her lip. She looked down and touched her pussy, and I took another photo. "You fuck me now?" she said. "Oh, yes, Kimmy. I will fuck you. I will fuck you as much as you want." "And you give me A." "Kimmy, sweetie. From me you get an A-plus," I said, and I continued to snap pictures. I damn sure would fuck her. And, who knew, maybe I could sell them someplace? ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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