Golden Hills University Ch. 02

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Professor Grant yields to a student demanding better grades.
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Part 2 of the 6 part series

Updated 06/14/2023
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Golden Hills University 02 {Stephen Gray}

Things had been changing at the campus lately.

As he drove in this morning, Professor Grant had seen the usual parade of joggers. That was nothing new; most of the students here were committed to staying fit and exercising regularly. But the girls - something was different about the girls now. Their breasts seemed to have blossomed in the past few days, and now they were wearing tight shorts that barely covered what they needed to cover.

Ordinarily, he was not the kind of guy who stared at a woman's body. Oh, he indulged in the occasional porn surfing while his wife was away, and he liked to tease himself with fantasies about some of the exceptionally beautiful students in his classes. But in real life, where there were real consequences, he avoided looking below the neck. He was a happily married professor, and he had no wish to jeopardize his comfortable life by getting involved with a student.

But this morning, he had been staring. Their bodies practically begged him to look. Those breasts...holy hell! They seemed way too big for the sports bras that tried to contain them. His cock stirred as he drove past a trio of bouncing girls, their pony tails wagging, their round bottoms swaying rhythmically. At a red light, he watched a parade of bare midriffs and sweaty, bulging tits. One of them smiled and waved at him as she crossed the street - Theresa, from his afternoon class. He waved back and watched her pass by, imagining what it would be like to yank those shorts down and finger her young pussy. Then the car behind him beeped, and he realized the light had turned green.

It had been like that all morning. As he walked through the campus, all he saw were T-shirts, halter tops, tank tops - a sea of sweet, young, beautiful tits. What was going on? Had they all suddenly entered a second round of puberty over spring break? Or had he just never noticed before, how sexy these girls looked, sauntering past him in their tight shirts and skimpy shorts? Smiling at him, greeting him with cheerful energy, as if completely unaware of the sexual energy they radiated.

And then he had seen Katie and Christine coming up the path. They were wearing audacious orange string bikinis - the kind with laces on the hips, making it look like a single tug would be enough to reveal those sweet little twats. They were obviously aware of the attention they were drawing, flashing smiles at every guy they passed. When they saw him, Katie whispered into Christine's ear, and both of them giggled mischievously.

"Morning, Professor!" Christine almost sang the words in a lilting, girlish way.

"Good morning, Christine. Katie." He tried to play it cool. They were students, after all. It wasn't like he was going to start sucking their tits or something.

"How do you like our outfits?" Christine licked her lips as Katie ran a finger down the fabric that was barely concealing her left breast, and he could see a bump in the cloth where her taut nipple was trying to poke through.

"Umm...a little too...revealing, don't you think?"

Christine shrugged and smiled. "Oh, I can reveal a lot more than this. A lot more." She glided closer to him, until her full breasts almost touched his shirt. "Would you like that, Professor?"

He couldn't answer; he looked at her and felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to pull her close and start fondling her beautiful young body. His cock was growing stiffer each second. As if sensing his arousal, Christine drew even closer, until he could feel her firm tits pressing against him. "What do you want to do, Professor?" she whispered.

"I..." He looked down at her soft, parted lips. I could have her, he thought. The idea struck him like an erotic thunderbolt, threatening to override his reason. I could kiss that sweet mouth, I could send my hand inside that bikini and start stirring her crotch. She's practically inviting me to do it. Maybe she's already wet...

"I can't," he gasped. He didn't push her away; he didn't dare to put his hands on that sensational body. "I...have work to do." With an effort, he pulled himself away from her and hurried toward the lecture hall, not daring to look back.

"No problem...I'll see you later, Professor!" Both girls started giggling again and continued walking.

What had come over him? He was a professional educator; he should have reprimanded Christine for unseemly conduct. Instead, he had barely been able to resist kissing her, and who knows where that would have led? Even now, here in the safety of his quiet office, he could still picture that orange bikini, those smiling lips. His cock had not settled down yet. Maybe he should just masturbate now and get it out of his system.

Then Allison walked in.

Grant had never liked Allison. She was the worst kind of student - lazy and spoiled. She was used to getting her own way, and she seemed to think that simply paying tuition entitled her to a passing grade in every class, no matter how little effort she put into her work. She was always complaining about the scores he gave her on papers and exams, and he dreaded seeing her in his office.

But not today. His eyes went straight to her red plaid miniskirt, white stockings, and the creamy thighs in between. Her long, wavy black hair dangled down over the shoulders of a white blouse with way too many buttons undone. Her breasts, of course, looked huge, and his cock was squirming again as she stood there, smiling, as if inviting him to look her over.

"Yes, Allison?" He forced his voice to be calm, as if she wasn't a sexy young woman he would be thrilled to fuck.

She closed the door behind her, then turned to face him again. "I want to talk to you about my grades."

"What about...them...?" Grant's voice trailed off as she began to unfasten her remaining buttons. Oh, fuck, she wasn't even wearing a bra. "Um...what are you doing?"

"You gave me a D on my mid-term," she said. "I think a deserve an A." She opened her blouse.

Grant tried not to look. He really did. But those soft bulges, those puffy pink areolae, those tits that were already stiff with lust - these were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off them.

"You wanna suck them?"

He shook his head, but his gaze never left her chest as she strolled slowly around his desk. "I think you do," she purred. "I think you want to suck them."

She wasn't wrong. But it WAS wrong! What was he thinking? He should have ordered her out of his office. This was the kind of thing that got teachers fired and publicly disgraced. And Natalie - his loving wife of twelve years - how could he do this to her? How could he just sit here and allow this sexy young student to sit on his lap and offer her succulent breasts to him?

"Go ahead," she murmured. "I want you to."

He was still staring at her tits, right in front of him now. God, they looked so good! "Um...look, Allison...you're very pretty, but..."

She leaned forward and nudged a stiff nipple into his mouth.

Well, what else could he do? Lust had been building inside him all morning, and his self-control was melting down at the sight of these supple, delightful breasts. His tongue flickered against her protruding flesh, and then he started sucking. He sucked her nipple with the enthusiasm of an infant, his tongue swirling and caressing the turgid nub, making her sigh with pleasure. His hands slid under her blouse and began to explore her body as she held his head to her breast. He was lost. Blind with lust, he fondled and suckled her, heedless of the terrible consequences. His cock was rock hard now, and he had to have her. His hand delved inside her skirt, inside her panties, and found her wet slit. She moaned softly as he began to stroke her, up and down, up and down, then worming inside her.

"Oh, Professor," she whispered hotly into his ear. "You keep that up, you're gonna make me come..."

He rubbed her hungry twat harder and faster, eagerly licking her swollen nipples. He wanted to make her come...he was desperate to make her come. What was happening to him? She wrapped her arms around him, her lips on his neck, her breath coming in sharp gasps as his fingers danced on her clit. Then came the moan he had been waiting for, her body clinging to him as her pussy quivered. He just kept stroking her, eliciting sweet, soft cries while she jerked and trembled.

He swiped the contents of his desk to the floor and lay her down on top of the mahogany, staring at her as he began to unfasten his belt and trousers.

"Are you gonna fuck me now, Professor?" she teased. "I think you are. You're gonna fuck your hot young student. You got a taste of her amazing tits, and it drove you wild. And now you need more, don't you?" He slid his pants and briefs down, and her eyes gleamed at his raging erection. "Oooh, I like that cock. You're gonna stuff that big, hard thing into my sweet little pussy, aren't you? Oh, it's gonna feel so good..."

He tugged her skirt and panties off, revealing her beautiful, glistening slit. Yeah, he was going to fuck her. He just had to. He had never in his life seen anything so irresistibly sexy as the hot young girl who lay before him, smiling lasciviously, fingering her tits, spreading her thighs, inviting him to plunge his throbbing dick inside her, inviting him to plunge headlong down a path of ruin and condemnation. He knew it was wrong, horribly wrong, but that didn't stop him from guiding his eager cock to her slavering lips.

She groaned as his thick organ sank inside her. His cock looked and felt larger than ever before, and the sensation of sliding into her hot, wet vagina was a pleasure beyond comprehension. She mewled softly as he began to fuck her, slowly, savoring each plunge into her horny flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Professor...that feels so nice...you fuck real good..."

Thrusting, thrusting, in and out, in and out, he hated her, he hated what he was doing, but there was no way he could stop. Her cunt was too delicious. He had to keep fucking her, fucking her sweet sex while her dirty words swam through his fevered mind.

"...how's my pussy?...You...*ungh*...you like screwing...*ungh*...my hot little pussy...don't you? *ungh* Don't you, Professor?"

"Yeah, I like fucking you," he growled through half-gritted teeth. He was becoming an animal, grunting savagely as his thick organ slurped in and out of her gooey hole. Student or not, he was going to come inside her. It was too late to turn back. His cock was swelling now, ready to burst. He needed it, needed to pour his seed into this sexy little slut.

"...fuck me...ohhh...fuck me harder...harder...ohhh...you're gonna...you're gonna make me..."

She tilted her head back and moaned loudly, her fingers clawing at the desk beneath her. He kept fucking her, his cock surging into her slippery twat at a frantic pace while his eyes drank in the sight of her naked, quivering body. This was it...he could feel his orgasm building, the semen boiling up. He was really going to do it...he was going to fuck his cum inside her...just a few more thrusts...

He moaned in helpless bliss as his dick began to spurt into her young cunt. He had never had an orgasm like this before. Leaning over her in a daze of ecstasy, his throbbing cock still gliding in and out of her sopping pussy, he just kept pumping her full of hot spunk. Time froze, the world dissolved, and all he knew was that thrilling sensation.

When at last it began to ebb, there was sex slime all over his desk. Allison staggered to her feet, looking at the cum dribbling down her thighs. "Wow, Professor, you really had a full load!"

Grant shook his head, as if waking from a dream. "What have I done? I can't believe I did this. Oh, Christ, are you even on the pill?"

Allison shook her head, grinning. "If there's an egg in there, you just made me a mommy."

"Jesus, Allison! This is bad! This is really bad!"

She pretended to pout. "Does that mean you're not gonna fuck me anymore?"

"Are you crazy? There's no way...never again..." His voice trailed off as his eyes went to her stiff nipples.

She noticed his attention and started to thumb her swollen tits. "What were you saying, Professor?"

"No! I can't...we can't..."

"We just did. And it felt great. It felt amazing to have you inside me. Wouldn't you like to do it again? Just one more time? Look, your cock is getting hard again. It wants to fuck me. It really wants to fuck me." Her hand slid down to her pussy and started rubbing. "And I...I really want it to fuck me. Oh...hurry, Professor. I want it...I need it..."

And his cock was inside her again, plunging in and out, in and out, making her squeal with pleasure. Was her vagina tighter now? Or maybe his cock was getting bigger somehow. Whatever it was, fucking her felt even better than before, and he thrust in and out of her slippery twat with unabated lust.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...oh God...oh...so good...so fucking good..."

Consequences be damned. Her pussy was all that he wanted now. Every delicious thrust was better than the last, and her soft moans were driving him mad. So what if he made her pregnant? He had to keep fucking her, and fucking her, and fucking her.

"Come...gonna...gonna make me...come..."

Her eyes closed; she groaned and twisted, her pussy bathing his cock with hot juice. He pumped her even faster, thrilled by the beauty of her sex spasms. His sperm were coming; he was going to do it again - he was going to come inside his horny young student. There was no way for him to stop. His swollen organ glided in and out, in and out - then all the way in, squirting ecstatic bursts of semen into her womb. He groaned loudly as he kept his cock jammed inside her, injecting her with wave after wave of hot breeding cream. He had never unloaded this much cum before, nor had it felt so good.

When at last it was over, he collapsed onto his chair, panting heavily. Allison slid off the cum-coated desk and onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That was yummy," she purred. "I think you like fucking me, Professor."

"That's...that's pretty obvious."

"So...have I earned my A yet?" She leaned in close, whispering into his ear. "Or do you want some more?"

*****

He tried to email his students to let them know that the 9:00 class was cancelled, but it was hard to type the words out with Allison relentlessly sucking his cock. What had she done to him? He was supposed to be a family man, a scholar, a respected member of the academic community. But here he was, letting this horny young slut feast on his raging erection. His shirt was off; he was as naked as she was. If someone walked in right now, his career would be over. There would be scandal, public humiliation, maybe criminal charges. He was betraying his wife, his children...

But those fearful, guilty thoughts were drifting further and further away. All that really mattered to him right now was that hot, wet mouth, gliding sensuously up and down his engorged shaft. She looked up at him, as if gauging how close he was to losing it again. Her demand for better grades was absurd. She didn't want an A; she wanted to turn him into a sex slave. Her head bobbed faster, up and down, up and down, licking his rigid meat. She was going to do it - she was going to make him forget about everything except this maddening lust. He moaned helplessly as his semen erupted into her mouth, and she drank him - she drank the torrent of cum as if nothing else mattered to her, either.

*****

He lost count of how many times he fucked her over the next few hours. Whenever he thought it was over, she would say something filthy, or bend over, or simply look at him with that sultry, "you-can't-resist-me" expression, and he would be all over her, kissing her mouth, her nipples, fondling her soft curves - and inevitably, his dick would get inside her again. His organ had definitely grown in size, and he had no idea where all this semen was coming from. But he was insatiable, and he didn't want her to leave.

"Don't worry - you'll see me again. Very soon."

When she opened the door, he saw Christine sitting on the bench outside, still wearing her orange bikini. She had a few fingers inside her pussy, and her face was flushed. She looked at Grant with undisguised lust as she continued to rub herself.

"He's all yours," said Allison with a grin as she sauntered down the hallway.

In less than a minute, Christine was lying naked on Grant's cum-stained desk, moaning happily as his thick cock sank inside her.

*****

When Grant got home that night, Natalie was in the kitchen, doing the dishes. He walked up behind her and started kissing her neck.

"Hi, John. We've got a lot of work to do. George and Emily are coming over tomorrow, and the house is a mess. Can you help me, please?"

He slid his hand inside her sweatpants.

"Stop it. What are you...?" She turned toward him, and he kissed her mouth. She tried to squirm away from him, but he held her fast. His fingers were inside her panties now, gliding up and down her slit.

Twisting her mouth away from his, she gasped, "John, we don't have time for this right now."

"Just a few minutes. I want you, Natalie." He kissed her again.

She shook her head and tried to push him away, but he didn't let her. His lips kept brushing against hers, his tongue teasing her while his fingers danced on her crotch. "I want you, Natalie," he repeated. "I've got to have you." He kept kissing her and stroking her, until finally her mouth opened and their tongues met. Her pussy was starting to moisten, and she moaned softly as he slid a finger inside her.

The minutes ticked by. He continued to work on her, patiently teasing her sex until she wrapped her arms around his neck, her kisses becoming more and more passionate. Soon she was panting and groaning loudly as his fingers delved in and out of wet snatch. He smiled as her body responded to his touch. Her clit was stiff and swollen now; she was ready for her first climax of the night. He rubbed her hard and fast, then harder and faster, until her body sank against his, trembling with pleasure.

He took her to the sofa and stripped off her clothes, kissing her everywhere she was exposed. When he slid his own pants down, she gasped.

"Holy crap, John. Your cock is huge!"

He smiled and dangled it in front of her. "Want me to fuck you with it?"

"Yes!" Her eyes gleamed with excitement as he guided the massive tool to her vagina. Inch by inch, he pushed inside her, savoring her sweet, juicy warmth. She closed her eyes and groaned as he invaded her, filling her pussy with deliciously hard meat.

And when he started fucking her, she groaned as she had not groaned in years. He plowed her mercilessly, plunging his organ in and out of her wet cunt with savage hunger. It wasn't long before she cried out, clutching him tightly as she quivered and convulsed. He smiled and kept right on fucking her. He was going to make her come all night. He was going to pump her full of hot, virile semen, over and over again. He was going to make her what Allison and Christine had made him - a sex-crazed fiend, obsessed with orgasm, eager to screw anyone to get that thrilling, irresistible sensation again.

*****

Driving to work the next morning, he spotted Theresa jogging on the sidewalk next to the park. She flashed him a smile and waved.

Without a second thought, he pulled off the road, got out of his car, and started to run after her.

She glanced back at him and grinned. She was young and athletic, and could easily outrun him. But she didn't. She jogged along at a leisurely pace, allowing him to catch up to her. She turned to face him, panting.

"Good morning, Professor. What can I do for you?"

He pinned her against a tree, and they started kissing.

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