Chapter 87: Professor Toller

I got a call from the registrar’s office at the university just after the New Year’s holiday. They were having a large influx of students signing up for my courses and wanted to know, in particular, whether I would take on a second section for my Introduction to Information Technology course. I told them I would if it could be same day.

Three days later when classes started, I was routed to a new classroom for the I.T. class instead of the one I’d initially been assigned. The original classroom held 30 students; the new one held 66 – and it was full when I walked in. I went to the front and in about a minute the room went silent. I waved and said, “Good morning.”

In the first class we talked about the ‘why’ of I.T. – what made it blossom so dramatically before and then during the 1980s. Almost immediately, I could tell who was alert and had given the subject some thought. The rest of the class was administrivia, talking about the syllabus, class objectives, the readings, the book, grading, and the class setting. I did write on the white board ‘No Cellphone Usage In Class – Automatic ‘F’’. That got everyone’s attention.

Among the students in the class was a group that would make the class more fun for the two mornings a week: Wendy, Lisa, Madison, Derek, Eve, Heather, Tammy, and even Ann and June – other professors at the university. In the previous two weeks, I’d been in a sexual situation with all of the females, and one night I had Derek and Harley on either side of me fucking Elynn and Jean, as I plundered Tammy’s little body.

June had kept her promise and made a visit to my office and had me fuck her on my desk. I was sure, given that I was paying to build the new engineering building, that I’d get a little slack if anybody caught us. No one did, however, so I expected she’d be back.

The class went well, I thought. I had to sign a few Drop/Add slips, but that was no problem and quickly done.

My next class was Business Systems that afternoon, and it, too, had also maxed out at 30 students, and then immediately after that was the second section of the Intro to I.T. course – also full with 66 students. The rooms were all full. A few of my ‘fans’ as I called the group from our gathering were in the Business Systems class, too – Lisa and Madison. My Building Websites course would only be on Tuesday evenings, and it was more of a computer lab than a traditional teacher-in-front-class situation.

Thus, I had to be on campus at least Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and I had a lot of other free time, so long as I was ready to teach. Ann suggested I post my office hours on those days, and then also be available by appointment, so that’s what I did. Even a week later, there was still some Drop/Add activity.

I also asked my department head whether I could engage a student or two as teaching assistants in the two large classes. I was granted permission and so I engaged not only Harley, but also Derek as my aides. Harley was a senior and Derek was a grad student, but they were both eager to have the assignment on their resumes.

With my teaching assistants and class hours set, I then talked to Russ and Deke at their dojo. They jumped at the chance to have me work with some of the lower ranked belts, so I traded some class time at my own level for working with the white, orange, and yellow belts and getting them started.

Once they learned what I was doing at the dojo, Tammy and Eve also signed up for my classes. They were both small women and looked so cute in their gis. Despite that, I showed them no mercy. After all, they were starting to learn skills that could save their lives and certainly keep them from getting assaulted.

The last piece of the spring semester fell in place with a call I didn’t expect from Lexi Smart. “Hi Dave, what are you doing later on what promises to be a beautiful Saturday afternoon?”

“Nothing after lunch until our group gathering for cocktails, dinner, and whatever. Where are you – in town or up north?”

“I’m in Sarasota at our new apartment. Andy and I ended up renting while we checkout the real estate market and the various parts of town.”

“Well, come tonight – this afternoon – anytime, really. Welcome to SRQ.”

Lexi said, “Well, since you’re free, I’d like you to meet me at the Cessna Pilot Center at SRQ, say at one-thirty?”

“Yes. I’ll be there. What should I bring?” SRQ was the three-letter designation for the Sarasota airport.

“Bring an open and inquiring mind ready to take a drink from a firehose about planes and aviating.”

I did the dojo in the morning, wolfed down a sandwich, and met Lexi at the airport right at one-thirty.

Lexi spent three hours with me. She went over what I would call the syllabus for getting my private pilot’s license, and then my commercial and instrument ratings. All of those would help make me a safer pilot.

Lexi led me outside to a Cessna 172 – a four seat, high-wing aircraft with a fixed landing gear (non-retractable). She spent over an hour teaching me how to preflight an aircraft and why, and in particular that one because it, or one like it, would be my primary trainer for a while. I checked the fuel, the fuel caps, the tires, and everything in-between from propeller hub to tail cone. Lexi laughingly had me memorize the old pilot’s axion: ‘rubber down; aluminum up’.

We then sat in the plane and went over ever nut, bolt, screw, and instrument that I needed to know about and-or use to fly.

Only then, did Lexi have me fire up the engine, as I held my feet on the brakes and yelled “CLEAR” out the window to warn anybody near the plane that an engine start was imminent. With the engine running, I learned more thoroughly about the engine and mixture controls.

Slowly, with Lexi coaching me, we taxied to the runway. She handled communications with the SRQ ground control. I learned about the run-up before getting onto the runway, and then we got clearance from the tower to takeoff. I taxied onto the runway and pushed the throttle in for max power. Less than a minute later, we lifted into the sky.

I was hooked. Flying was more addictive than heroin.

Lexi had coached me about turning, and I followed her commands and suggestions to the letter. We headed to the east, and then once we were free of the airport control area, we practiced turns, holding altitude, climbs and descents. The time flew by.

She coached me back to SRQ and handled the radio communications, but I was soaking up every detail of our flight. She had me follow her through the landing sequence and power settings, but she handled the actual flare to landing, telling me everything that she was doing. She kept talking about my ‘sight picture’.

After parking and tying down the plane, I hugged her. “This is a high point in my life.” She laughed. She also filled out the first line in my new logbook, and had me fill out the application for a student pilot’s license – not unlike a student driver’s permit.

Later, when I saw her that night, I really made love to Lexi and went out of my way to deliver a half-dozen orgasms to her. Every one of them was a lallapaloosa, which pleased both of us. After she begged me to fuck her, I continued my loving and brought her a few more. She was wiped when we were through and had a smile from ear-to-ear.

Lexi said, “If I get treatment like that from you every lesson, then I want to give you a flight lesson every day.”

I gave her the treatment, all right I did my fisting thing with her again. Ann was there and watched closely. She surprised me later with a clinical description of the A-spot and why it produced the response it did. She wanted one, too.

Lexi passed out from the excess of pleasure that I delivered to her. Ann and I were cuddling her body and kissing her when she awoke two minutes later. June joined us, and even licked at Lexi as Ann and I cuddled her. Later, Ann had the same response as Lexi.

Lexi went off to find her husband, Andy. We’d seen him with Kim earlier.

I nabbed Rob Buckman and he took over with Ann and June. I whispered to Ann that I wanted a report on his style and adequacy. She gave me a wink.

I found two small teenage sluts in a sixty-nine eating the cum from some earlier connections from each other’s pussy. I stood and watched Tammy and Eve, and got hard all over again. After she was aware of my voyeurism, Tammy pulled me close and the two of them then had fun giving me a double blowjob.

We all turned when we heard June announce one of her fabulous orgasms to everyone. Rob was doing all right, apparently.

I jokingly spun Tammy around as she sat stop my cock. She was the classic definition of a spinner and I got a laugh out of her and Eve as I did. Tammy said it was a cheap thrill to get a 360-degree fuck. Eve had to try, too. Then they had to see how much of their small but proportional breasts I could simultaneously get in my mouth.

I ended the evening with Bev Henson, as her husband Len eagerly took over with the teenagers. Len and Bev were my neighbors one house away after Alan and Tara’s home next door. Alan had ‘caught’ them spying on one of their smaller swap parties, and had them get involved. They were new converts to the religion.

I asked Bev whether she wanted to try something daring, but really erotic and orgasm producing. She did, but was cautious about wanting to stop if she didn’t like whatever it was.

I started to toy with her pussy with my right hand, adding fingers, and then pushing my folded hand into her body. She about disintegrated as I made sure to rub on her G-spot. She had that orgasm, but I went right from there to the A-spot orgasm.

Bev absorbed the pleasure I was injecting into her body through my hand for only a few minutes. She loudly announced her orgasm and then as she peaked and held onto me for dear life as I lapped at her clit with my hand inside her – my fingers stroking just forward of her cervix, and then she fainted. Later, she told me she kept feeling the intense orgasm even though she knew she was comatose. When things ebbed, she opened her eyes and I was kissing her.

Bev pledged her eternal love to me. “Only somebody that loved me as you do, could give me so much pleasure like that. Now, I want us to make love, so that in some small measure I can show you how deeply I feel about you.”