1. FUCKING PROFESSOR GIVEN - PART2


    Date: 7/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    bitch!" "Well, if she's eating your pussy now, what's the problem?" "The bitch is talking about love now. She's gone from one extreme to the other. I don't deal too well with cuckoo." "I hear you. Well, I gotta get up early tommorow, so I'll let you go. One thing I gotta ask you, though." "What?" "What you wearing?" "Fuck you, Earl" I laughed out loud as the dial tone echoed in my ear. Then I closed my eyes and put my hand on my dick. Thinking of Shauna rocking some rich broad's world made me horny. Helen didn't have class the next day. She pretended to sleep while I showered and dressed. I knew our argument kept her up all night. She had a lot to deal with. So did I. Just thinking about Helen and her family made me angry all over again. Those self-righteous motherfuckers acted like they were taking a big chance on me with their precious Helen. I'm the one who got rolled like a back alley wino. By one o'clock I was beat. It had been a long day and it still wasn't half over. We were supposed to pour concrete for the foundation at eleven and take a late lunch at one. At one o'clock the truck still hadn't arrived. Fuck 'em. This was the last time we were doing business. I paid my crew for the day and headed home. I saw the professor's car parked out front as I approached the driveway; the day just kept getting better and better. I was expecting to see the two of them on my way to the bedroom. No one. As I entered the bedroom, there was Helen, ass to the wind, eating the shit out ...
    of the professor! I was instantly hard and angry at the same time. My dick was out before the professor opened her eyes in horror. She started tapping my wife's shoulder to warn her. I was on her before she could turn around. I jammed my dick in her pussy as she squealed out in pain. I grapped her by the waist so she couldn't move. With my free arm I pointed to the professor. "Don't you fucking move." He eyes were big as saucers as she froze in place. I grabbed my wife by the hair and emphasized my point with each thrust. "You don't...fuck...my...dog...without...my....permission." It seemed like a power from outside myself was helping me plow into my wife. It was an exhilarating high that I didn't want to end, but I had a point to make. I pulled out, reluctantly. "Dog!" I commanded. "Get over here and suck." The professor wept all the way over to my dick. "Get to it!" I could smell my wife's pussy on my dick as she reluctantly took it in her mouth. "Good, girl." I looked over at my wife. "You can stop this, Helen. All you have to do is admit you're gay. Then the two of you can get the fuck out of my house and move in together." Helen was looking down at the sheets weeping. "Look at her goddammit. Can't you see the pain in her face?" Helen sneaked a peek of my dick pushing out the professor's tear streaked cheek. "Well?" She returned to looking at the sheets. I grabbed a handful of what little hair the professor had. "Now you know the score, don't you dog? Don't you?!" I yank ...
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