FUCKING PROFFESOR GIVEN

I could hear them even before I turned my key in the lock. Those cackling hens were
in my house again. Lately, it seems as if every time I look up these bitches have
their feet under my table. When I entered the dining room, I could tell they’d been
talking shit about me – again, their heads turning away in embarrassment. I was really
beginning to resent everything about these pretentious skirts; they way they worked
quotes from literature – which they assumed I haven’t read – into conversations; their
manhating diatribes every time one of them got dumped; especially the way they addressed
each other by titles – professor this, doctor that. According to my wife – professor Thomas –
it was a necessary sign of respect. Well, considering the fact that I built this house, I
ought to be entitled to some damn respect too.

“Hey Earl,” said professor Given, giggling and turning beet red. Yeah, they’d been
talking about me. That’s Mr. Earl to you, bitch.
“Hey yourself, professor.” I was feeling conflicted. I couldn’t stand this bitch but
I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
“Your dinner is in the oven, honey,” my wife said. She, also, had the guilty look of someone
who’d been telling tales out school.
“I’ll eat later. I have some work to finish first. Good evening, ladies,” I said on my
way to my study. The only work I had to finish was the work on my dick. Another boner raising
image of prof Given flashed into my brain: she’s waddling onto my patio, her basketball sized
ass stuffed into a pair of khaki shorts. There’s something about her bottom heavy, dwarf-like
build that sends blood surging into my dick. She’s starred in more of my jerkoff sessions than
I care to admit, but I have no doubt that she’s a dyke. My wife won’t be convinced even though
the truth is staring her in the face; the butch hairdo, the open toed sandals she wears everywhere,
and the fact that she’s always knocking men is prove enough for me. Still, the thought of that
ass bouncing up and down on my dick, swaying to some inaudible beat, was making me rock hard.

Lez porn was on the docket in honor of prof. Given. A clip with a really hot Winona Ryder look-
a-like jumped out at me.I lotioned up and was ready to go. Action! Winona, in her early twenties,
was going to work on some ole broad in her fifties. All you could see was Ole Broad’s crotch, and
it was definitely old school – wild and wooly. Winona was alternately licking and sucking on Ole
Broad’s clit, the clearly intense pleasure lifting Ole Broad’s ass off the sheets.