Confessions of an English Professor, Collected - Vol 1-3

All three sultry, sex-filled volumes in one ...some samples ...

Ian leaned down, made himself comfortable, and nibbled a little on the outside of Antonia’s thighs. She moaned a little encouragement. He licked one thigh, while softly stroking the other with his hand. He took some her hair and pulled at it a little. Then his mouth moved upwards, and eventually inwards. He licked her pussy lips, then up to her clit that was still almost erect. He chewed on it delicately, enjoying the taste and feel of it.
Antonia’s back arched as she came again, but this was only a little taster of what was to come.


“Move with me,” Antonia said, and soon they were both stroking him. Antonia’s other hand reached down and under, cupping his balls. Ian groaned with pleasure at the feel of this. Violet’s other hand was at his head, then moved down to tweak a nipple. One of Ian’s hands was stroking Antonia’s clit, the other was on Violet’s. They moved as one, undulating backward and forward as Ian neared orgasm. Suddenly Antonia increased her speed, and Violet’s hand fell away, almost in shock. Ian came in a series of spasms – Antonia replacing the fast rhythm with a series of slow but very hard strokes that allowed him to spurt in a comparative stillness.
As his orgasm finished, Ian started to feel that Violet was also nearing orgasm. He pushed his finger further into her now, fucking in and out.

Now he felt the older woman’s mouth on his nipple, the tongue swirling around it as Lena kissed him more deeply. Ian reached up and cupped Lena’s firm breast. Her nipples were smaller than her mother’s, but just as delicious. He tweaked one a little and Lena giggled. Her mother’s mouth was now moving down, over his stomach and down onto his cock, that was starting to harden again. She sucked it.
Lena reached up and pulled the dress over her head. She was naked underneath. Well, she was always naked underneath at these parties, but the shock of her body was still electrifying to Ian. He could not believe what was happening, and even as Lena pushed him down onto the bed and started to ride his tongue, some dim, unaroused portion of his mind, wondered what the consequences would be.
But what did it matter? His girlfriend’s mother’s mouth was sucking him expertly, the teeth lightly touching the head of his cock, just before she dove back down, smothering the whole rod with her tongue. Lena was riding him hard, and he reached up, put two then three fingers inside her and lifted her slightly off the bed.

“Tell me what she looks like.”
“You know what she looks like,” said Ian, a little stubbornly.
“But not from your point of view, you know more of her than me.”
Ian closed his eyes, put his hand back down to his stomach. He envisioned Jasmine that first evening.
“She has black hair, with green-hazel eyes. She has a full mouth. Her lips are often slightly parted, as she if she is about to kiss someone.
“Tell me more about her mouth.”
“That first night, in her apartment. I was very tired. She took just the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucked it ever so gently. Not really strong enough to be sucking, more a gentle caressing. Her tongue circling the tip, at times going a little inside me.”
“And then?”
Ian glanced over and noticed that Cheryl was starting to touch herself, the long slim fingers arching upward as she slowly rubbed her clit.
“Then she put the whole head in her mouth, drew my foreskin back with her fingers, and swirled her tongue around the head. Still incredibly gentle, as if she was dipping it carefully in honey. Then she opened her mouth wider and let the whole of my cock slip into her mouth. It wasn’t fully hard yet because of the codeine. It felt as if my cock was cocooned somehow in a fantastic warm cave. It moved and undulated.”
“And then?” Cheryl was going at her clit strongly now, he could feel her elbow moving up and down with the motion.
“I got hard slowly and she started to fuck me with her mouth. She took me completely in and out – her lips taking me in until they were touching my balls, then back out again.”