I'm a retired college professor. My husband and I separated in my early forties and I hadn't had sex in quite a few years and didn't think I would again. I was in my early fifties and missed it terribly and thought I was doomed to mere dreaming.

As a professor, I was used to students, mostly male, coming to me seeking help with their poor grades. They would make excuses and try to talk me into giving them passing grades. They all said the same thing, "I'll do anything." Well usually there was nothing. If they had come to me earlier in the semester I could have helped them get back on track but instead they always waited until the last moment. There were more than a few times when some attractive male student was pleading with me that "he'd do anything" that I found myself thinking of the many male professors I was aware of who allowed young girls who were willing to "do anything" to fix their grades to do just that and wondered what if??

About six or seven years ago one of these boys came to me after class asking what he could do to pass my class. He was whining about loosing a scholarship and what his parents would do if he flunked. I wanted to say "You should have thought of that when you were drinking and smoking the semester away." Instead I told him to come see me at my office after hours closed and I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I sized the boy up as a bit of a milquetoast, probably with a mommy issue and easily controlled as a result of which he would never think to talk of any illicit advances his professor might make towards his chastity.

I was wondering how far he would go to pass if given an opportunity. His grades were poor. Even acing the final wouldn't have passed him and he knew it. I basically told him there was nothing I could do for him. I lectured him motherly on his poor effort, lousy attitude and poor grades. While we talked I considered him closely. He wasn't quite what I'd call a man yet but still he was move than just a boy. He was well build and not unattractive. I knew that he was an out of state student and would be well away before long. I convinced myself that what was good for the goose was certainly good for the gander. As he put on an unseemly display of begging and contrition, I decided to give it a shot.

I told him there was possibly something he could do to alter his final grade after all. As he eagerly leaned in waiting to hear me out and hoping it wouldn't be too painful, I dropped the bomb on him. I leaned towards his expectant face and breathlessly whispered, "If you want to pass my class and keep your scholarship, you need to fuck me, right here and right now."

I could tell he was floored as his eagerness was replaced with tension and indecision. I don't even think he was sure what he had heard until I repeated my conditions making it clear that if he didn't, there would be no second chance. It was here and now or never. He surreptitiously looked me up and down as he thought about it for a minute or so. I was still fairly attractive then. Maybe a little heavier than a boy his age prefers, at least sober anyway, but still attractive enough in the face to turn a few heads now and again. As I watched him contemplating his decision I thought of what his cock might be like. Long or short?? Thick or thin?? Circumcised most likely. In reality all it had to do was function and I'd be happy. It had been far to long since I last enjoyed one.

I smiled to myself when it was clear he had reached his decision. I knew what it would be. No way was he going home to mommy having to explain how he lost his scholarship because he flunked a course most monkey's could pass. He nodded his head and mustered up a reluctant "yes" as if fucking me was some great sacrifice. He played the hero but had no problem getting his dick wet and was thrilled to be getting a grade fix out of it as well I'm sure.

My office was in an older building. I was well aware we'd be alone on my floor after seven pm which was why I asked him to come then. I had decided that I would have him fuck me on my desk if he played ball. I wanted no hotel receipts or campus video or anything else that would conclusively put us together. I certainly wasn't going to invite him to my home or fuck him in a dorm room. I cleared off my desk while he watched me with wary eyes. Truthfully, controlling him sexually like that was making me wet and I'm not a woman who drips easily.

While I cleared my desk I saw him remove his pants. I kicked off my shoes, removed my panties and hiked up my skirt exposing myself to him. He was being a little shy so I took his cock in hand and stroked the head gently until I felt a stir. He was young so I knew eventually his cock would spring to life and it did. He grew hard in my hand. I looked at it closely. I had fantasized that he'd be hung like a romance novel Romeo but alas I was treated to the sight of your average everyday cock. Not too big and not to small but just right for Goldilocks. I continued gently stroking him until I felt the old familiar tell tale throb and found that he was rock hard and as ready as he was ever going to be. I seriously contemplated popping his cock into my mouth for some old school knobbing but decided against it. He needed to earn his grade and dumping a load in my mouth wasn't going to do it.

I could smell the odor of my pussy filling my small office as I lay back on my desk with my legs spread wide for my young soon to be lover. I was ready for him. After six long years, my pussy was eagerly awaiting the hard male member which pointed directly at it. He lined his cock up with the entrance to my pussy and started pressing it in. He hesitated for a few seconds trying to screw up the courage to be a real man. Determined to prove himself, he took charge and slowly forced his cock into me. I was wet but tight. He took his time which allowed my pussy to become accustomed to having a hard cock in it once again. Before long, he was completely within me, pressing his cock head to my cervix.

Young and old, coupled as one, started to fuck. He tried hard to maintain his composure as he fucked me. He was obviously more excited by the experience than he wanted to let on. His cock was pure steel and I could feel it throbbing as he drew it out and slammed it back in again and again giving himself pleasure that contorted his face and made him groan. I started to enjoy his cock more and more as he thrust. I rocked my hips onto his cock like I did as a young woman. I knew what I wanted and knew how to get it. I was careful to concentrate on my pleasure while reducing his. He would have his orgasm but not until I was ready to experience mine. My pussy was ravenous. I could here the squish of each thrust and feel the mist and drip of my wetness each time his cock slammed home.

Before long, the warmth of approaching ecstasy washed over me. The fits and starts of it's coming build-up only a momentary frustration as I slung my pussy at the recalcitrant student's pipe like a common slut. The poor lad fucked me with on eye on the door and the other on me. He was terrified someone would walk in. I was almost hoping someone would. I was so close to orgasm I could feel it deep in my pussy, building to the point of no return when it would wash over me from stomach to toes.

I wanted him to cum with me so I altered my rhythm just enough to start catching the hard ridge of his cock head with my still tight pussy opening. As soon as I did, his demeanor changed and he started rutting. He was so close and I was right there with him. His balls were slapping my ass hard and fast when he spit out that he was going to cum. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tight to me still slinging my pussy in time to his now disconcerted thrusting. He was grunting and squealing and then gasped when the first warm spurt of cum hit the back wall of my vagina. I forcefully held him in place while he came, rocking his cock not only to drain him of all his sweet cum but to take myself over the edge. As he grunted out the last of his semen, my own orgasm peaked and I felt that great wave of pleasure I'd sought so desperately, again and again it pulsed as his dying cock spurred me on. He had collapsed on top of me and didn't even realize I was cumming as our erotic little dance reached it's glorious end.

I pulled out some wet naps and napkins and we got ourselves cleaned up. I resisted the natural urge to kiss either his lips or his lovely cock. Sated, I felt remorse for having used the boy for my carnal pleasure but also felt some perverse sense of pride ay my middle aged pussy draining his young balls of his seed. The boy unnerved me when he looked at me in my post-orgasm bliss with far to much self-satisfaction and just a hint of arrogance brought on by his supposed sexual conquest.

To regain some measure of control, I lied to the boy and warned him to keep our dalliance a secret and swore to him that if word got out I would claim rape and steadfastly hold to that until he was sitting in jail in ruins. I still feel guilty about that. I would never have really done that. I just wanted something in the back of his mind to keep him honest and properly grounded. I thought about giving him an "A" but in the end settled on a "B". I could justify a "B" if I ever had too and it was a passing grade. The boy had lived up to his end of the bargain so I did as well.

I thought about that young man many times afterward secretly hoping he would knock on my office door for a repeat performance before graduating and entering the real world but alas it was not to be. I hold to the loose and probably erroneous belief that my actions may have spurred him to the cusp of manhood if not manhood itself. I never repeated the performance with another and have since retired to private tutoring and historical research. My pussy has stayed active however. Determined not to allow life to pass me by, I dipped my toe into the on-line world of casual sex and have had many a satisfying experience in the intervening years since that wayward young man re-kindled my sex drive. Many heartfelt thanks to him where ever he is. I hope he is well.