Chapter 4 The Urge2 Werewolf Professor1

The sight of the succulent lips between her legs made his pants feel like a cage to a beast. The way the folds opened as his finger touched it made him gasp. She was Venus. The tight opening tensed around his finger, but he felt wetness build as he slid his finger in all the way to his palm. He grasped her muff in his hand using his thumb to massage around her clit. Her arms fell over the side and she almost succumbed to the feeling to let go of the swelling desire to burst.

Will's mouth was hot against her soft inner thigh. She was losing control and her mind wandered at the forceful way he was moved her towards heavenly fire. His tongue dripped saliva on her pubis as if he was an animal getting ready to eat his prey. He kissed her patch of pubic hair and smelled the perfume she'd put there just in case. Then he licked the length of her opening, making her moan loud. She couldn't hold it any more when he pressed hard on her abdomen and buried his mouth against her.

In some cultures it is a compliment, in others an insult. But after a great meal and the tension of the moment, she let it go. With his mouth firmly pressed against her pussy she ripped loose a Richter scale fart that echoed across the room and made the table tremble. It must have lasted 15 seconds and was wet, loud and, most of all, stinky. You could hear a pin drop afterwards. So she ripped a smaller one that ended with a hiss.

Will looked up and saw the fire on the candles flicker and glow brighter. As he pulled his mouth away, the rumbling sound of a motorboat was heard from her anus and she giggled hysterically.

"Oh my goodness!" she said and she started to cry. "I am so sorry. I've been holding that all night and I did that at the worst time. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's okay. Are you done?" Will asked inquisitively.

"I'm not sure," she said. A slow hiss eased out as she sat up.

Will walked over to the table and kissed her mouth. It was a kiss that showed her how much he really wanted her. He wasn't going to let a little-or a lot-of gas spoil their night even though it stank really bad.

She leaned back down as they kissed. Their tongues entangled in her mouth and she tasted her own juices. With her head resting on the table, she reached over and undid his pants and pulled them down. She moaned as she saw the protrusion of his excitement trying to free itself from his Fruit of the Looms. The smell of cologne was on his midriff and she stroked his swelling through the fabric with her fingers, making him smile.

She lowered his underwear and he popped out right in front of her face. Will reached forward and caressed her breasts. The skin of her chest was like flower petals. The small bumps around her nipples were still soft even though her nipples had risen to his touch. Her beauty was undiminished as the smell dissipated.

She had a perfect body, dying to be worshiped. While he moved his hands across her breasts, she lowered her head and slid him into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around him. Will was almost beyond pleasure. He slowly withdrew himself, then eased back in, as if making love to her wet, warm mouth.

He looked down to see her red lips purse as he pulled out.

Will had seen this in movies and the feelings were so erotic he was almost insane with desire. With every deep stroke he grasped her breasts tight in his hands. His hand moved and found the sweet spot between her legs. A river of juices flowed; she was as aroused as he was. Leanne opened her legs wider to let Will slide his fingers between the lips of her pussy. The more he played between her legs, the harder she sucked his cock. He suddenly stopped and felt his stomach tighten then he erupted.

Now men do this all the time. Mostly as a way of showing off but, like Leanne, he'd been holding it in for a while. Now if hers was an 8 on a scale of ten, his was definitely a 9. (A 10 makes you puke so it wasn't a 10.) Anyway, with him still inside Leanne's warm mouth, she mumbled for him to get out because she couldn't breath.

A bead of saliva dripped off Will as he pulled his throbbing member free and stood with his pants around his ankles and a hard-on.

They were both surprised for a moment. They tried not to laugh. But then it overcame them and they could hardly contain themselves. With each belly laugh they would cut loose another fart, making the moments even more hilarious. The smell was atrocious and Leanne sprayed perfume on her muff and in the crease of her ass to cover the aroma. Will put some down the front of his underwear to help with the smell too.

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Bria:::

"Remember, we have an exam on Monday for chapters five to eight in your textbook," Professor Lee said, staring into the lecture hall at the hundreds of people who were way more worried about the Full Moon party on campus tonight rather than a classics exam.

Professor Lee crossed his huge arms over his chest, eyes lingering on me for a moment. I gnawed on the inside of my lip and shifted in my seat, his intense stare almost too much to handle. Professor Lee was in his early forties, but, damn, did that man know how to put himself together.

He looked so out of place for a college professor-never mind, a classics professor. All the other teachers in the department were either hundred-year-old women or long-haired, crazy-ass men who loved going on and on about Pluto

"Class is dismissed," Callum Lee said. "Bria, please stay back for a moment."

My eyes widened slightly as everyone started packing up their things, ready to get out of class for the weekend. Professor Lee wanted to talk to me? Had I done something wrong? Maybe he saw me looking too much at him and wanted me to stop. Oh Lord, if he-

"What does he want?" my best friend, Jasmine, asked, arching a brow.

I shrugged and gathered my things, pushing them into my backpack. "I'm not sure," I said, glancing over at him.

He leaned against his desk, biceps flexed hard, and stared at me with those dangerous golden eyes that looked almost too piercing to be real.

"Well ..." Jasmine paused as the room started to clear out. "I'll see you at the Full Moon party tonight." She squealed. "I can't wait for it. It's been the talk of campus for weeks now!" She hurried down the walkway to the doors and exited the room along with the rest of the students.

After sucking in a breath and hoping for the best, I walked to the front of the room toward Professor Lee. "You wanted to see me?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm. It seemed like every time I was around him, something inside of me made me go crazy.

I didn't know what drew me to him, but I found myself staring, like I did in every class.

And it wasn't just me staring at him. He was staring at me too, the vein in his neck pulsing wildly.

After a few moments, he cleared his throat and walked around the desk to gather his things, avoiding eye contact with me. "Are you prepared for the exam?"

My brows furrowed together. "Um ..." Not the question I was expecting. "Yes, I hope."

He paused and glanced up at me through dark-framed glasses, which fit his face perfectly. "It's going to be hard." His tongue glided against his front teeth. "You should study this weekend for it. All weekend."

This time, I paused and nodded. "I'm planning to study all tomorrow and Sunday."

He stepped closer to me and pressed his lips together. "And tonight?"

"Tonight, I'm going to the Full Moon party," I said, not even knowing why I was explaining myself to him ... but I couldn't get myself to stop. I'd study all tomorrow and Sunday, like I did for every one of his exams, which was why I was one of the top students in his class.

He dug his fingers into the metal desk so hard that I thought I saw the metal dent slightly. I shook my head. Was I seriously thinking that he was that strong to bend metal like that with his fingers? What was wrong with me? A night out at the party tonight would be good. Maybe I'd meet someone and get all these damn hormones out of my system. I couldn't think about Professor Lee like this.