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to Cindy. She was so hot that the risk of getting turned down cold was worth the potential humiliation.
    Before I could say anything, she beat me to it. “How did you like my lecture?” she asked. I knew then that my staring must have been obvious.
    “It was really… informative,” I said.
    She scooted back onto the edge of her desk. “In that case, I’m sure you can tell me my opinion of Adam Smith’s theories.”
    I swallowed hard. “Sure, you said that…” I trailed off. I didn’t have a goddamned clue what to say. Cindy was not making it any easier by gently swinging her luscious legs back and forth, hypnotizing me with the rhythm.
    “Forget it,” she laughed. “I’m just teasing.” Then she surprised the shit out of me by uncrossing her legs and leaving them spread as she sat on her desk. I could see right up under her short pleated skirt to her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties and I had an unobstructed view of her cuntlips and curlies. She said, “But I’m not all tease.”
    “Really?” was all that I could manage to say.
    “Really,” she replied. She leaned forward and added, “I’ve got a little secret. The reason I’m teaching this crappy night course is because I was fired from my last two jobs at four-year colleges. I just couldn’t keep my hands off the student body.” She smiled.
    Up to that point, I guess you could say that I had a normal, nothing-special sex life. I mean, I did the anal stuff, but the way that I met girls and ended up going to bed with them was basically just your typical dating routine. I thought that girls like Cindy only existed in X-rated movies, but here she was, a flesh-and-blood beauty, and she seemed ready to seduce me right there in the classroom.
    “You want to fuck me?” she asked. “I’ve got a rubber in my purse.”
    I was worried about getting caught if I tried fucking her right there in the school. Also, it was damned weird to find out that Cindy was such a complete slut. I had known girls who were easy, but this was ridiculous.
    Weird as it was, there was no way that I wasn’t going to make the most of this opportunity. I closed and locked the door. She hiked her short skirt up around her waist My dick quickly hardened again at the sight of it.
    I knelt in front of her, my face at just the right height to eat her pussy—and more, if I got what I really wanted. I pushed the backs of her thighs up and spread them wide. Her rosebud asshole came into view below the pink slit of her cuntlips.
    I speared my tongue into her pussy’s opening, then lapped up toward her hooded clit. Cindy was using her fingertips to massage her mound. I sucked on her love-bud a little, then went back down to her fuckhole. My tongue was just inches away from where I wanted to stick it. Going for her anus would spoil the whole mood if Cindy wasn’t into that kind of action—but I had to find out.
    With my hands still holding up her thighs from underneath, I used my thumbs to spread her buttcheeks. In one smooth motion, I glided my tongue-tip down from her pussy slit, across the narrow bridge of smooth skin that separated her holes and around the rim of her asshole.
    “Mmmmm,” Cindy moaned, wiggling her butt a little on the desktop. “You know how to make a girl feel good, don’t you?”
    “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I answered. I made my tongue into a stiff rod and pushed it inside the smooth, pink muscle of her asshole. She was hot and spicy inside. I glided in and out, in and out, feeling her anus clutch at my tongue like an eager little mouth.
    Cindy’s body seemed to go limp with pleasure. She rolled sideways on the teacher’s desk until she was lying on her stomach and her feet were resting on the floor. That gave me even better access to her asshole. I held her butt open and rooted up and down her crack, making it shine.
    “I want to fuck your asshole,” I said, standing up and undoing my pants. “Do you like taking cocks up your beautiful