Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  He loomed over me, expecting me to say something in return. I couldn't dispute the accuracy of his statement, only wanting him to do exactly what he said. I wanted his sexual essence flowing inside of me, giving the bliss I so desperately sought. Out of my ecstatic haze, I snapped back onto my attention on him, his ample cock leveled against my slit, the situation now more real than ever.

  "Notice how she is reaching for me, letting her anticipation drive her. Anticipation – remember, it’s a huge part of what drives our minds wild with lust, the thought just as much as the act." He eased himself into me, sliding in with no resistance, my pussy soaked from everything he had done so far. "She cares not that the entire class watches her get fucked, that she's about to get bred like an animal, but instead relishes it, letting that primal instinct take over."

  I pushed myself right back into him as he began to rock in and out of me, the ridges of his dick felt by every spot in my slit. I shuddered and cooed loudly as he pumped into me, his weight pressing down on my body and chest, his warmth against me wholly, the hairs on his pecs teasing my nipples. He placed a small kiss my lips, never ending his relentless assault on my pussy.

  "Another curiosity, ungh, about humans and their sexuality is that there is no default way for us to fuck. There's no human style in the way of, say, the ways dogs have doggy style. We have many ways to explore the pleasures of the journey to the same destination." He slowed his pumps, urging me onto all fours, a forceful hand on my abdomen, never leaving me as he climbed up onto the table with me. I would do anything he said right now if it would get me more of him, my mind solely focused on my own ecstasy. "Watch her, as I drive into her from behind, giving her what she seeks, and deliver her a child, ungh..."

  In my blissful haze, I looked out over the classroom, Professor Rivera quick to resume his vigor. They watched as he slammed into me, sending my breasts flying loosely, my face contorting in pleasure, being so overwhelmed by the experience I was so very much relishing. My professor then grabbed my arms, pulling me harder onto his cock, and displaying my entire body more completely to the class, to enhance their sexual education. After all, he was fucking me for the sake of teaching.

  "Sasha, ungh, do you care to share your experiences with the class, give them another perspective on the lesson?"

  "Ahh, please, Professor Rivera, fuck me harder!" It wasn't a very deep perspective, granted, but it was genuine.

  "Sasha, urgh, is so consumed with mad desire, she's barely coherent. Note how she is so close to orgasm, nature's reward for letting our primal urges carry out and be served, ungh, damn, she is a little animal, isn't she?"

  I did everything possible to push him over the edge, realizing I needed my final climax, needed his seed inside me to attain that. My cunt tightened around him, pulsing and quivering with its lust for my teacher. I was moaning, calling for my continued violation as he pulled back on my arms harder, experiencing his cock tense within, his strokes slowing, his groans matching my own sounds. We pushed ourselves ever forward, working together to fulfill our instinctual calling.

  My entire body exploded with orgasm, all tightness giving way to the soothing ache of warmth washing over me in its entirety. His rod deep inside me fired its virile seed into my womb, flooding me with copious amounts of cum. He released my arms, my body going limp, unable to cope with anything besides the sore bliss. His breaths were ragged, leaning into me, letting his cock soak in my well used pussy.

  He huffed. "The orgasm is your body’s way of saying the job is well done, knowing you have carried out your duty in the grand picture of evolution." He slid out of me, nudging me around with a gentle touch to display my cunt to the entire class. "Now I mentioned arousal's role earlier..."

  He pushed my legs away from one another and splayed my slit open. "By playing up her animalistic desires, Sasha did more to please me, increasing my own pleasure, and my body took note of this, sending notes to produce more semen. The result you can see clearly, I shot more seed into her than she can contain, greatly increasing our chances of conception."

  His cooling juice dribbled out of me, and the thoughts of his sperm rushing toward my unprotected eggs filled me with an evil delight all its own. Getting knocked up in such a naughty and public way was in no way how I expected to ever have my first child, and I somehow wanted more if it was going to be like that.

  "Also note how she has a glow about her skin. It's maternal, wouldn't you say? A smile is on her face, happy with what she has accomplished in the act. I am drawn to her, wanting to ensure that continued happiness as the father of her child." The warm grin on his face confirmed every word he said. "Remember this lesson, class. I'll be using it as a foundation for the rest of the unit, calling Sasha back up, as she's proven to be an excellent helper today."

  The eyes of the class continued to roll over me as he called dismissal. Worries about what was yet to come were easily overpowered by the desire of the future lessons that Professor Rivera would teach with me. I couldn't wait.

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  Bareback 102

  By Eliza DeGaulle

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  Is she willing to risk everything to experience the thrill again?

  To say that Professor Rivera's lessons all those years ago had an impact on Sasha would be an understatement. Now a professor of a class of her own, Sasha feels compelled to review the very lesson that inspired her to become a teacher. In front of the class, she seeks to make sure every student pays attention, by offering her fertile body to further their sexual education.

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  Breeding/Impregnation, School/College, Student/Teacher, Exhibitionism

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  *****

  My life has been a hectic blur for the past ten years. I threw my purse on the table and glanced up at the clock. With Little Johnny at elementary school, I had an hour to myself, a rarity for me. As a single mother who had to bust her ass to become Professor Sasha Reese, the youngest college instructor the school ever had, free time was this abstract concept I didn't fully understand.

  What can I say? I really was inspired by my own professor a decade ago. Professor Rivera, the reason for - well, everything about my life right now.

  Rumors got out about him. Apparently while most of his students were perfectly fine with the explicit specifics of his lessons – myself very much included – some were a bit more prudish, thus scandal started to brew. He vanished one day, to who knows where. Some Internet searches turned up that he had become a billionaire young in life from stock trading. He didn't want to stay in the game, and instead sought his true passion of teaching.

  I wandered over to my fancy leather sofa and collapsed into it, wanting a bit of relaxation. Since he wasn't doing the job for money, he was free to teach however he wanted, not particularly caring if it cost him his paycheck. So he had some - very carnal lessons for students. If too many people got snippy, well, buying a new identity is easier than I thought.

  He left me with a nice check to remember him by, and Little Johnny – a product of one of his very in-depth lessons. Since I never had to care about money again, I was able to pursue my own passions, and Professor Rivera very much showed me that teaching can be wonderful and rewarding.

  Those lessons. I'll never forget them. I let out another big breath and glanced at the clock again. I certainly had time, and my pussy watered a little just remembering. It really should have been horrifying, and maybe it was for me at the time. I let my hand slide down to my skirt, a bit shorter than what is professionally acceptable for most professors, but I didn't care.

  I liked when people looked at me. When they saw me for my most base, lusty self, their eyes devouring me. Professor Rivera turned me onto that on all those days
, parading my body, using me as an example of a sexually attractive individual, what the boys should lust after. My round, soft breasts, their nipples poking right through the fabric from the slightest touch of my own fingers.

  He often took them entirely in his hands, jiggling them before everyone, letting their tips poke through his fingers. Always his model, always hands on and firm with his demonstration. Letting his palms rub over my abdomen, then swelling with his child, reminding the class that motherhood was sexy, alluring, to keep the mate with the woman through those months when she needed him most.

  Grabbing my hips, using them as levers to hold my body steady as he did things to me - wonderful, marvelous, great things to me. His breath running over my neck, kissing me up and down, suckling my teats, making sure I was ready to care for his child. Always explaining that foreplay was so very important to the human sexual experience, what separated us from the rest of the animal kingdom.

  Their eyes would never leave me. Boys and girls alike were more than intent on the lessons, watching me be used and worshiped as a sexual goddess, especially when he descended to my pussy, splaying it open, his fingers poking in and out, teasing my clit with every movement during his long, elaborate lessons. Driving me crazy the entire period – it was hard to take notes, but I could always remember all of it to write down later, the experiences so vivid in my mind then, just as they are now.

  In front of the class, he would take me, his cock driving into my pussy, clinical, yet loving in his demonstration, tears of joy running down my face. I would moan louder with every pleasurable sensation for the entire lesson. He wanted genuine responses for his instruction, and I never wanted to disappoint Professor Rivera. Especially since he gave me such wonders, letting my breasts swing free for all to see, and for me to enjoy letting them see.

  Every time he pounded me hard, manipulating my clit so I wouldn't come until he wanted me to. He would edge me closer and closer, until I was a mess, demanding it from him, a part of his curriculum he always told me, but I was convinced it all to build a lusty anticipation, because whenever he finally let me reach that peak, I reached that peak hard.

  I would collapse in a moaning scream, a gibbering mess of orgasm right on the table in plain sight of my peers. Always letting everyone see what he'd done to me, from my limp exhausted form, to displaying his seed dripping right out of my worn cunt for all to take an up-close look at.

  Memories, though, are just that. Throughout my recollections, I emulated the scenes as best I could, but I was only a girl with her hands. I could find my orgasm, but it was nowhere near the same as I had all those years ago. Still, it'd stave off my lust a bit longer. I mean, with the whole single parent thing and busting my ass to become the youngest professor at my college, well, dating is hard to work do.

  With that little release, I picked myself up and sighed, realizing I should probably eat breakfast or something before starting about my morning drives.

  ***

  "You will have twenty minutes to finish this assessment. I've drilled you on everything about it, so I expect success from all of you." I stood behind my desk, hands on my hips. I gazed out over my class. All of them, attentive and looking at me. It always got me a little antsy, really, but I had to just remind myself I was on the other side of the classroom now.

  "You may begin."

  I sat and pushed in my chair. Paperwork, as usual, built up from all of the periods. I didn't really like giving tests, but I did have the school's board of directors bearing down on me a bit. They were uncertain they wanted to hire someone so young to lead college classes. Most of the other teachers were older than forty, at least, leading me by a couple decades. I busted my ass. I put in all the extra work.

  All the qualifications, one after the other. I studied long and hard under another professor, was at his beck and call, wrote a dozen research papers, applied for every university and college in the country, completed my masters degree and earned my doctorate - my official title is Dr. Sasha Alexandra Reese. It would seems snobby of me, so I chose to remain simply Professor. The last thing I needed with the board up my ass was to seem like I had a chip on my shoulder.

  In spite of everything I've done, I was still encouraged by the snobby higher ups to go teach general education for a while. Ignore my decade of study in human sexuality, get another degree in elementary education, go teach a five year old how to read, and then when I'm all nice and wrinkled up, then try to become a professor. Crazy. But no.

  That was never an option for me. I'm drawn to these young adults – these young adults I caught myself gazing over. Davey Roberts, as I knew the one I was gazing down on in particular. He was cursing under his breath about something. I wondered if I could ever teach a lesson like Professor Rivera did, to let me experience such joys once more.

  Don't think of doing such crazy things, Sasha. The board will jump on you in an instant, and all that work to get hired here in the first place will go up in smoke. It's not like you need the job, and isn't this why you refuse to teach for anyone besides college students?

  I shook my head clear of the thoughts. As tempting as it would be to call someone like Davey up here and seduce him in front of the entire class.

  My head was forced down by my will. Fill out these papers, Sasha. You're a teacher. The responsible adult. Act like one.

  Agony. Waiting out the rest of the period was truly torture with the seeds of bad fantasy planted. The twenty minutes coming up was a weight off my shoulders. "Good, good. Turn the papers in, and I'll see you all tomorrow. Have a nice evening."

  More and more tests were thrown in front of me. I was overjoyed by them, really. By really, I mean not in the least. All the students flooded out right afterwards, except for one. The sturdy, shaggy-headed and freckled face of one Davey Roberts, who carried his test with a bit of concern. "Professor Reese. Uh, I don't think I did very well."

  "Didn't you study? Take notes? I covered all of it like three or four times, Davey."

  "I know you did, but everything's been Kind of hard. All these games, practices, um, other things."

  "Girls and parties, I presume?"

  "Yeah, those." He scratched his head, disappointed in himself as he handed off his paper.

  I took his test and glanced over it. It was pretty bad. "It's just one low grade. It's not going to be the end of you."

  "Might be. I'm Kind of falling behind in all of my classes, Professor Reese. I need to catch up or I'm not going to be allowed to play football. No football, no scholarship."

  I swallowed a bit. Deja Vu. Big time. "I empathize with you, Davey. I had, umm, similar issues in my own college years."

  "What'd you do to get through it?"

  "Uh, extracurriculars. Extra credit stuff for my professors and such." Technically true.

  "Is there anything I can do for you to make up some points, Professor Reese?" I gulped. Here he was, throwing himself at me. I could have him do everything I wanted – coerce him into letting me have this fantasy fulfilled. Did I want to?

  It ran through my mind again and again. Eyes on me, my naked body on display, being speared by a hot young man, filling my womb with his seed in another public breeding. My tits perked up, and my panties grew a bit damp just from the mere thought.

  "Professor Reese?" I had blanked in front of him, so lost in my thoughts.

  "Davey. Uh, I'm doing research for a study, on, uh, the penis. Yeah."

  "What do you need me to do?" One of his eyebrows raised in confusion, but he was legitimately curious.

  "I - need you to strip. Naked." I gulped again, letting out my dark desires. You're not going all the way Sasha. It's like smoking one cigarette, a little fix, then you can go back to kicking the habit.

  "Uh, you sure?" I nodded to him rapidly. "Okay, Professor Reese, for you. You're one of my favorite teachers, you know?"

  Why did he say that? A voice in my head was screaming for my full indulgence. I picked up a piece of paper, a clipboard, and a pen. I
had to at least look like I wasn't some sick pervert who got her jollies off all this.

  He wore the school's t-shirt and took it off quickly. The smile on his face reminded me – he was a college kid. He wasn't hopelessly naive. He kicked off his shoes, and started to undo his pants. I mean, don't feel guilty Sasha. They probably have fantasies about Professor Reese all the time, what with all the other teachers being old men and women with beehive hairdos. Professor Rivera was certainly a one-of-a-kind teacher of mine.

  His jeans hit the floor and he stepped out of them. Still wearing his boxers, but there was enough to drive me a bit nutty. The toned chest of an athlete, calves and thighs to match, and he was under my command, taking orders from me. I giggled a bit, but tried to stay professional. "Well, Davey, please remove your boxers."

  "If you insist, Professor Reese." He pushed them down, and I got a full sight of what he hid from me. A big, smooth sack and a cock that hung loose, though not realizing its full potential. Davey had nothing to be ashamed of.

  More deep breaths. It wasn't even me stripping – it just reminded me so strongly of what I'd done. "I'll need you to get erect, if you would."

  Without a beat, he started to play with himself, and I think a girl like me watching him, wanting him, more than encouraged him along in getting himself primed and ready. "May I ask for some help, Professor Reese?"

  Innocent, yet so evil. "If that's what you require." Cold, clinical, yet my movements betrayed my tone, reaching for him, my hand taking that soft, yet warm flesh into my care. I gently jerked, petted a little, my fingers going to his balls, caressing him. As I returned my palm to his shaft, he came to life, big, thick.