The Naughty Professor, Chapter 3: The Cave

"Hey honey!" A slight pause. "Sorry sweetheart. A student was having some car trouble. I was just giving him a ride home."

I giggled softly to myself at his use of the word "him". Being his dirty little secret was going to be fun.

And oh, what fun it was. The semester was nearing an end, and it had been nearly 2 months since I sucked my professor's cock. And those 2 months since then were spent groping, sucking and tasting him every chance I got. I knew he loved his wife. They had been married nearly 40 years, so our relationship was taking quite a toll on his conscience. However, his desire for me overrode all conscience thoughts. The more he pushed me away, the more aggressive I became, and the more it turned him on.

However, despite my efforts, I was still having trouble getting him to go all the way. I loved sucking his cock. And during breaks, we'd sneak into his office so I could pleasure him with my mouth tongue and hands. He'd occasionally finger fuck me to orgasm, or rub his cock against my pussy through my panties until he came. But he had never fucked me. I planned to change all of that. To hell with his wife and his conscience. This man was gonna cum inside me if it was the last thing I ever accomplished.

My opportunity came soon enough. It was time for our End of the Year Expedition. It was a time when our research team all went on a vacation, all in the name of science. For 2 weeks we'd be coasting along Narragansett Bay. We'd explore the beach, go on hikes, and venture into caves, all while collecting samples to bring back to the lab for testing. Beaches and caves weren't the only things I expected to explore.

To my surprise, Dr. Greene beat me to the punch. A week into our trip to Narragansett Bay, our research team was split into groups. Each group would be made up of 2-4 people, where they'd each be sent into the caves or in the woods. After Dr.Greene handed out assignments, he said "Ms. Boyd, you come with me." I eagerly complied.

He brought me deep into a cave where we both attempted to make small talk then continued to work in silence. Dr. Greene finally decided to break the silence.
"Ms. Boyd," he began. But I interrupted him.
"You know Dr. Greene," I said, moving closer to him, "As close as we've gotten these past few months, you've never said my first name."
"Really?" he replied, "I've never even noticed."
"It's not that hard," I said, then whispered in his ear "Danielle." After a few seconds had gone by, I said "Say it."
He stammered "D-D-Danielle" before pulling me in for a kiss, groaning into my mouth. His hands kneaded my ass while pulling me against his body. Then he reached around to unfasten my pants, sliding his hand into my panties. I moaned as I felt his thumb push down onto my clit, widening my legs to give him better access. Then I felt my pants fall around my ankles, caught in my hiking boots. Then he reached up and pulled out the rubber band holding my hair up, the wild curls tumbling around my shoulders.

He scooped me up and carried me to a large rock, gently placing me on top of it. I reached for his pants, wanting to free his cock, but he backed away. "No Danielle," he said, "It's all about you for a change." Kneeling over me, he slowly began to undo the buttons on my shirt. And he lifted my sports bra, massaging my breasts with one hand while the other tortured my clit. He took first one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking before he treated its twin to the same.

Making a trail with his tongue, he moved from my breasts to my pussy, stopping when his mouth met his hand on my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he rolled my clit around his tongue for a while before tilting his head to engage in a heated kiss with my pussy. Feeling my pussy well up with juices, I try to scoot away, but he held me firmly in place with his hands. Now lapping at my pussy. Devouring and savoring it as if were the last meal he'd ever have.

Then I felt him place the tip of his finger at the opening of my ass, moistened by my pussy nectar. Then he slowly eased it in, still sucking on my pussy. He worked up a delicious and torturing rhythm, fucking me with his tongue while teasing his finger in and out of my ass. I moaned and bucked and writhed underneath his tongue, but he wouldn't relent. He bit down on my clit and I exploded, coating his face with my sticky love juices.

The look of shock on his face now dripping with nectar was enough to make me laugh, but I was too enraptured. Legs trembling, I pulled him down on top of him, bringing him in for a kiss. I reveled in my taste coating his tongue and lips. I unfastened his pants and wrapped my legs tightly around him, feeling the tip of his cock rub against my pussy.

Then the alarm on his phone went off, signaling the time for everyone to stop and regroup with the rest of the group. His groan of frustration matched my own. And we both fixed our clothes and hair as we made our way to the group.

On the drive back to our hotel, we both exchanged knowing looks. I know his thoughts mirrored my own: Until next time.

Unfortunately "next time" didn't happen on our expedition. In fact, the rest of the trip was quite uneventful, to my dismay. On the final day, I went to my room to pack and check out of our hotel.

On my drive home my phone went off, signaling a text message. Stopping at a red light, I read it.

"Danielle," it said, "I've booked us a hotel for next weekend. It's 2 hours away. I'll drive. We won't be disturbed."