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NOTE: This is a departure from my usual stories, I just wanted to write something short and fun! If you all like it, I may write a few more chapters, but for now it's just a standalone. Let me know if you like it, please leave a comment or send feedback, I love hearing from readers! Enjoy!

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As the sound of mumbling students and rustling bags grew louder, Ron Fuller looked up from the whiteboard he was writing on to check the clock. Class had run a few minutes over yet again, and students were getting antsy.

He turned from the board to face his class. Rows of stadium seating were packed with students, a few who'd arrived late forced to stand to the side to take notes. A month ago, this history class only took up a little over half of the seats, and he had trouble with too many open seats up front. Today, Ron had an overflowing class more that had more than doubled in size. Two weeks ago, the other History 110 professor, Mrs. Grange, was fired; given that it's a few weeks into the semester, rather than drop her students from the class, the school decided to just put her students in Ron's class. This resulted in the surplus of students he was staring at today, all eagerly glancing between him, the clock, and the door.

"Sorry, why don't we call it a day. You can all take off." He waved his hands, signaling for everyone to make for the door. Ever since he got the new students, he'd been working to play catch-up to make sure everyone was on the same page, and it frequently resulted in him going passed the end time.

As students filed out, Ron walked to his desk, taking a seat in his swivel chair. He straightened his tie and fixed his shirt, which had partially untucked itself while he wrote on the board. He stared at the looming stack of papers on his desk, all quizzes he had to grade by the end of the week.

"Mr. Fuller?" One student had stayed behind as the rest of the class cleared out. Ron figured someone needed help with the homework, and was surprised to look up and see a perky young woman leaning against his desk. She was thin, but not underweight, and looked a little short. She had the body and build of a cheerleader, with the blonde hair to match. Her hair fell past her shoulders, and she brushed some of it behind her ear when she spoke again. "Mr. Fuller, I wanted to thank you for the lesson today." She said warmly.

"Oh, of course." Ron replied. He was surprised a student was actually talking to him, and to show gratitude for once rather than argue about a grade.

"I thought the stuff about Edison was especially interesting. You really bring it all to life so well!" She had a blue backpack slung over one shoulder and was holding the textbook with both arms.

"Well thank you, I'm glad someone's getting something out of it." He quipped. After his class size doubled, he'd struggled to keep everyone's attention.

"I know it's probably difficult for you, considering how big of a class it is." As she said this, the student crossed from in front of the desk to the side, now only a few feet to Ron's left. She leaned against the desk, barely sitting on the edge, just resting her rear end on it. Ron admired her round butt in her denim short shorts. He felt his cock twitch, starting to stir in his pants; he tried to casually situate himself, moving his briefcase from his desk to his lap to cover anything up. She shot him a smile, and he felt his cheeks flush. He worried that she may have caught him looking.

"Er, what did you say your name was? Sorry, with the class so large, sometimes I have trouble remembering." He tried to act like nothing had happened.

"Molly," she hopped off the desk and took one step closer to him, extending her hand. He shook her hand and noticed how small it was compared to his. Where his hand was larger and callused, her hand was burdur escort delicate and soft, maybe even recently moisturized.

"Nice to meet you Molly, thanks again for the feedback." Ron gave her a polite smile from his seat, and she beamed back at him.

"Of course! I just wanted to reassure you that you're helping at least one student out." Molly shrugged. "I bet you're under a lot of stress." She took another step towards him, now maybe a foot from his chair.

"Well, uh, yes, with the increase in class size, I've, um, been a bit more stressed lately..." His voice caught in his throat as the unthinkable happened: Molly knelt to the floor and inched towards his lap.

"Well, I don't want my professor to be too overwhelmed..." She looked up at him with big doe eyes. "How about I help you de-stress, and relieve some pressure?" She parted his knees and ran her hands up his thighs. At this point, his cock was fully alive, concealed, pressing hard against the briefcase in his lap.

"Oh, um, I don't ? I mean, we shouldn't?" Ron stammered, feeling his heart stop as Molly picked up the briefcase on his lap and placed it on the desk. She gasped when she saw his pants tented, encouraging her to keep going.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Fuller, it looks like you've got a LOT of tension built up!" Molly giggled. She reached out and pet his bulge through the fabric of his pants, causing him to clench the armrests of his chair and let out a small moan. All things considered, Molly was right: Ron had a lot of built-up tension, and hadn't been relieved in a while. He was married, sure, but his wife Karen had been neglecting him lately. And he hadn't had time to "relieve" himself, he'd been so overwhelmed with work. So as much as he felt this was wrong, he didn't fight his student as she began to undo his belt buckle. Then, she undid the button, unzipped his zipper, and hooked her hands into his waistband before looking up at him.

"I just want to help my professor." She said, before swiftly yanking down, effortlessly sliding his pants to his ankles, along with his briefs. He felt her blonde hair brush against his bare thighs. There was silence for a moment as his large cock bobbed in the air in front of her, now rock hard. Molly's jaw dropped and she felt her mouth begin to water. In front of her, her professor's huge cock twitched in the temperate air of the classroom, standing straight up with just a slight curve. He had to be close to nine or ten inches, she thought, and thick.

"Oh, wow... Mr. Fuller, you're... Really, really big." Just hearing Molly whisper that sent a shiver down Ron's spine, and brought him close to the edge. He couldn't help but tense up as a mess of precum spilled out of his cockhead. She giggled and reached for his cock, placing one hand softly on his shaft, towards the base, and the other hand on his cockhead. She wiped up the precum and began massaging the tip, using the precum as a lubricant, while her hand at his root simply steadied. Ron groaned as she began to stroke his cock, finding a slow, teasing rhythm.

"Oh, Molly, that feels so good." He moaned.

"Good to hear, professor. I want you to get rid of all that tension." She kept stroking, coaxing another pearl of precum out. "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen." She marveled at it, which pleased Ron. While looking the member up and down, she noticed his large balls, heavy and full, waiting for her. She took her hand off his cockhead, keeping the other hand stroking at his base, and grabbed a handful of his balls. They were so big, she couldn't hold them both in one hand, but she loved the feeling of rolling them across her palm. Ron loved the feeling, too, letting out another moan as she did this.

Without a word, Molly leaned towards Ron's cock and stuck out her wet tongue, burdur escort bayan licking from his base to his tip. He twitched as she did this, and when she repeated the action twice more, he involuntarily rewarded her with more precum.

"Wow," she gestured to the precum. "You really have a lot of this stuff."

"S-sorry." Ron grunted as she licked up his shaft like a lollipop again.

"Don't apologize," she smiled. "I love the taste." With that, Molly put both hands at the base of his shaft and guided his cock into her mouth. Ron almost lost it as his hard cock throbbed in her warm, wet mouth, feeling her soft lips pressed around the circumference, her tongue working overtime on his sensitive head.

"Oh, Molly, I?" he tried but couldn't even finish a thought, so overwhelmed by how talented this young woman was with her mouth. She began pumping her hands up and down his shaft, barely able to wrap her fingers all the way around his girth. Meanwhile, she sucked on his cockhead, driving him wild with her ministrations. She pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a POP.

"You like that?" She asked innocently.

"I-I do." He answered.

"Can I keep going?" She teased.

"Please." He could only whisper. She flashed another wicked smile, then opened her mouth wide and guided his cock back inside. This time, rather than loving on his cockhead, she swallowed him down, taking his cock as far back as she could. Ron pounded his fist on his armrest as his student deepthroated him, feeling his cock knock against the back of her throat. She gagged twice, overcome by his size, and pulled back. His cock spilled out of her mouth, coated in her spit.

"Oh my god, Mr. Fuller, your cock is SO BIG!" She praised him. "I can't even get it all the way down!" She took his cock in her small hands again, this time lightly slapping his member against her cheek. "I've never seen one so big before." He groaned as she switched to slapping it against her other cheek, then her tongue. Molly then guided him back into her mouth, swallowing him down again. This time, she took him a bit farther down, able to press his throbbing cock against the back of her throat before gagging again, coating his cock with more spit. Ron shut his eyes and felt dizzy from how good it all was. She pulled back again, letting his heavy cock fall from her lips.

"M-Molly, this feels amazing." He was trying so hard not to cum yet, to continue the incredible sensation. She began stroking his drool-covered cock, pumping up and down with a steady rhythm that was driving him wild. She slowed for just a moment, and he thrust hard into her hands before she resumed pumping again.

"You're so tense..." Molly whispered as she stroked, occasionally planting wet kisses on his cockhead between words "When was the last time you were taken care of?" She didn't give him a moment to answer. "Does your wife not do this for you?"

"Karen ? I mean ? my wife, she doesn't like to do this." Ron explained.

"She doesn't?" Molly laughed in surprise. "How does she keep her hands off this thing?" She pumped a little faster, feeling his cock throb in her hands.

"She's just, um, really busy." He tried to reason. He was a bit disappointed that his wife rarely touched him anymore, but he had no complaints with this replacement.

"Well, if she won't take care of you..." Molly bit her lip in concentration while continuing to stroke her professor's cock, concentrating for a moment on the tip. He groaned again, and produced more precum for her to lap up with her soft tongue. "Tell me, Mr. Fuller... Does your wife ever suck your balls?" Molly dipped her head down and, keeping one hand pumping up and down on his shaft, grabbed Ron's balls with her other hand, welcoming one into her eager mouth.

"Oh escort burdur my g? No! She doesn't!" Ron seized up. Molly was nursing on one of his heavy balls, sucking on it lightly. She switched to his other ball, tenderly licking it while massaging his other ball with her free hand. She could barely fit one ball in her mouth, and suckled with pursed lips on his smooth skin. "Oh, Molly..." he whimpered, in a state of total bliss. She pulled back, letting his full balls spill from her mouth and hand, returning her focus to her professor's throbbing cock.

"Oh, professor," she teased in her most innocent voice. "I love your big, big cock." She was pumping her hands up and down quickly, breathing hard, her hot breath making Ron's sensitive cock twitch with every exhale. "Do you like what I'm doing?" She asked rhetorically.

"I do." He grunted. Ron could feel the cum building up in his balls, and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Am I helping you relieve some tension?" She coaxed him more and more.

"Y-yeah."

"Yes?"

"Yes." He could barely speak.

"Are you going to let go of some of that stress?" She didn't let up on her stroke, and he was about to burst.

"Oh, I-I'm gonna..." He could barely stutter.

"Mhm?" Molly encouraged.

"I'm gonna..." He was tensing up, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"Come on, please, Mr. Fuller, come on." She begged, pumping his sensitive cock faster and faster.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" He shouted.

"Yes! Please, cum!" Molly dropped her head into his lap, swallowing his cock down as he began to cum. Ron let out a loud groan as he gripped the armrests of his chair with white knuckles, and blasted shot after shot of hot cum into Molly's mouth. She kept her small hands pumping around the base of his shaft, as her tongue and lips worked in tandem to encourage him to keep cumming. Ron let out another groan, ever so slightly thrusting into her mouth as he came more. Molly's mouth was quickly filling up, and Ron didn't show any sign of slowing down. She moved one hand off his shaft and began massaging his balls, causing him to grunt and cum even harder, until there was too much. Molly pulled back, letting Ron's pulsating cock drop from her mouth, spilling cum down her chin. She kept stroking him with one hand, massaging his emptying balls with the other, as he let launch a few more ropes of white cum that splattered across her face, painting her cheeks. With one final, exasperated groan, Ron shot one last cumshot, which splashed across Molly's pursed lips.

With his cock still throbbing hard in her hand, Ron let out a loud sigh, sinking into his chair, trying to catch his breath after cumming harder than ever before. Still lightheaded, he watched in amazement and arousal as Molly made eye contact with him and swallowed, gulping down the mouthful of cum she had saved up. She gave a coy smile and opened her mouth to show off how empty it was, before standing up from between her professor's legs.

"Well," she said. "You certainly had a lot of stress built up. It's a good thing I was here to help you relieve that tension." She giggled as she pulled a tissue from a box on his desk. The young woman wiped her face clean of all the errant cumshots that decorated her chin, cheeks, and lips, before tossing the used tissue in the wastebasket at her feet.

Molly turned and walked to the door, and Ron watched her tight ass in her short shorts as she went. When she got to the door, she rested a delicate hand on the knob before looking over her shoulder at Ron. "Let me know if you ever need to de-stress again. I'm sure we can think of... even more ways to relieve tension." Molly winked and shot him a smile before opening the door and stepping out, shutting it behind herself.

Still in a daze, her professor sat slumped in his desk chair. He was panting, and his whole body felt weak, or drained, really. His pants still at his ankles, his cock only barely beginning to soften, still covered in his student's saliva, Ron sighed. He could barely believe what just happened, and couldn't wait for what might happen next.