The pre-med class at a well-known New England College had 22 men and only 1 woman in it. This story is about that woman. We will call her Eleanor not her real name as she has a practice in the Northeast. This story occurred in the mid seventies. Eleanor was a little older than the men in the class. She became a nurse first, and then went back to school to be...
I would like to thank GeekGirlie for doing a great job of editing this story. She made the text fit the voices we all have in our head for these characters. Chapter 1: Shipwrecked "Better get a move on, little buddy. We need to finish the roof on the hut before dark. I don't like the looks of the storm clouds," the Skipper said, staring off into the dista...
Beth was completely relaxed as she waited for the class to finish filing in and take their seats. This was going to be the easiest $200 she had ever made, and all she had to do was some twists and bends in front of a class of med students. She had seen a flyer for a female model posted in the school's quad and asked around to a few people—every month Profess...
Call me Professor. Madeline does; everyone does. I'm retired now, so I'm not really a professor any more, but I've been called that for so many years that I don't even think about correcting the youngsters when they use that salutation. I was manning the desk as a volunteer for the free, walk-in tutoring clinic over at the student union when she first appro...
Professor Ballard woke up on her stomach on her bedroom floor. She was naked and collared. She ached all over. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She lay still in the coolness of the morning. It had been a rough three days. She heard Kendra snoring lightly in the bed above her. She craned her neck and looked up at the clock on the nightstand. It was ti...
Chapter 02: The Beginning Lisa Vasquez lay sprawled face down across the big desk, sobbing softly, her firm teenage tits mashed against the cold hard oak, as her professor's fat dick hammered into her from behind with long smooth strokes. Her jeans and panties lay in a tangle around her ankles, the professor too urgent to even remove her sneakers before tak...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm addicted to your comments and feedback, good and bad. More. Please. *** ***** Professor Ballard allowed the lithe, young blond to lead her by the hand down the dim hallway. When they reached her office, she fished her key out of her clutch and silently opened the door. She motioned for Kendra to go in first. Ballard followed her and l...
I stood at the exit from customs anxiously awaiting the arrival of my company's special guest that had just landed on a flight from Beijing through Tokyo. Professor Tze Yeung Lok was an expert; some considered him the leading expert, on Chinese herbs and natural compounds. It had taken the company, Apollo Pharmaceuticals, over a year to convince the Professo...
The whole mess started when a teacher's assistant accidentally mixed-up the wrong invitation letter. Professor Keeley went to her office after teaching her last Literature course for the day. She was dressed nicely since the university choir would be performing in a few hours, and she was the assistant vocal coach. It had been a passion of hers since she ha...
"Okay, students," the gym coach said. "Please line up according to size." The guys scrambled around unsure of what to do. "Professor?" the students inquired. "What do you mean by size? There is height, weight and you know..." "Discuss among yourselves what kind of line you want to form guys," said the professor. The guys fiddled about, scrambled around a...