Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  "You're good at this, Professor Reese." I stroked him, watching his cock twitch in my hand. A youthful vigor from an athlete, sliding into my slit - my imagination ran wild on me. I kept stroking, even though he had already reached erection. He stood back, hands at his sides, letting me do my thing. My other hand, its fingers hidden by the clipboard, teased myself through my clothes ever so subtly.

  His head titled back as I kept my gliding pace onto him. "I uh, need to see an ejaculation. For research." I remembered I needed an excuse to keep petting him, teasing him, to make him come, like Professor Rivera did for me all those years ago. I don't think he cared though, so perhaps the excuses were for me and me alone.

  I stepped it up, my hand closing tightly around him, pulling at his skin, yanking him forward, molding him under my hand, enjoying the breathless gasps I was dragging from him. I kept trying to be subtle with my own movements to touch myself, fanning a flame in me that was aching for more stimulation.

  His balls tightened, my massaging never relenting as I aimed him away, towards the side of me. He let out a loud, lean groan, his pulsing cock jerking in my hand, and he began to spurt. Streams of hot cum escaped him, one after another, and then another. It must have been a half dozen shots coming out of him, and my mind only wished that it had been firing into me, filling my womb with its excess.

  "Uh. Excellent results, Davey, that will –"

  "You need some help there, Professor Reese?" He stared at my other hand. My subtle moves had failed. "Cause I can help you with that."

  "That won't –"

  Before I could object, he knelt down, hiking up my skirt and yanking down my panties. "It's only fair, Professor Reese. You really want some help. Just let me, okay?"

  I leaned back in my chair, spreading my legs further for him, to facilitate his actions. He wasted no time, a tongue delving right into my slit, his hands rubbing my thighs, circling my labia, then sneaking up under my blouse.

  I needed it so much. Ever since my thoughts this morning, I couldn't get the lustful thoughts out of my mind. His licks sent shocks through me, wanting to get me off as I just did him. His hands were so warm against my skin, stoking my passions so well. This kid had eaten plenty of pussy, and he was using me as an excellent example of his skills.

  I grasped the desk tighter, letting little moans escape me, doing nothing to hold him back from his work. A finger found my clit, twisting it a little bit, another sudden surge of pleasure exploding through me. There was something bigger coming behind it, and I smiled at my audacity, letting my student please me.

  This wasn't exactly a part of my nostalgia, but I couldn't bring myself to care as again and again I was pushed to new heights, the sounds escaping me ringing out through the classroom. The heat within me was aching for him to push me over, and he sought to deliver.

  Pumping his tongue so rigidly around every sensitive nerve in my pussy, his palm brashly rubbing my clit with the sole intent of pushing me over that wondrous cliff, I screamed out as he shoved me over, the orgasmic explosion forcing my body to twist and writhe in ecstasy, panting heavily.

  He stood back up, and I saw that he was more than ready to continue, himself. Part of me wanted to let him fuck me right here. "No, no, that's enough, Davey. You were very helpful."

  "I, uh, thought you wanted me to fuck you for grades?"

  "No, it's not that." Well, not exactly anyway. I tried to get back to a presentable state, but it proved kind of hard, my body so sore from the intensity, something I hadn't enjoyed in years, yet I knew if I fully got what I wanted, it would surpass even that.

  "Then what was all this for? This is certainly a very weird study, Professor Reese."

  "You did well. But, uh, I might call on you tomorrow for a very special demonstration."

  He raised an eyebrow. "Okay. Can I get dressed?"

  "Oh, uh. Yes. Thank you."

  I stood as he gathered his clothes. I said might. I'm still rational enough to back out of this – this whole episode was just between us and can be swept under the rug. I'm not doomed. If I went all the way, well, there's no way that's going to be kept a secret.

  I glanced down at the puddle of Davey's cum all over the floor. Could I really resist?

  ***

  I wanted to be free of the ideas. After I picked up my son and brought him home and he finally went to bed, I sought out some alcohol, hoping it would distract me. Nope. The numbness of inebriation only let my thoughts wander further towards my nostalgia for my old teacher, spiked with the pleasures of the present that Davey had given me.

  All day, all night, and all of the next day my mind didn't relent. The last period of the day finally came Davey's class. All of my students had filed in. Most of them flashed their usual glances at me, their sexy young teacher who liked showing herself off with little skirts and short blouses. Davey never bothered looking away, wondering what I had in store for him - if anything.

  "Today class," I swallowed. "We are going to discuss procreation."

  I paced back and forth a bit, still unsure. I glanced at Davey, his interests piqued. At times like this, I look to my idols and ask, what would they do? What would Professor Rivera do?

  Say screw the rules, I have money.

  "We're going to do this with a very special demonstration. Would Davey please come up to the front of the class?" He pushed himself out of his desk, less cocky than he was yesterday. He never suspected my perversions might single him out, I'm betting. "We've often discussed that in human sexuality, the brain is a massive player in it. Can I hear some examples of why?"

  Hands shot up, and I pointed out for them. "We try to argue with people why we're the one they want to be with?"

  "That. But not the answer I'm looking for." I replied, Davey stood in front of the class with his own look of confusion.

  "Uh. We obsess over things? Fetishes?"

  "Exactly. We develop a wide array of likes and dislikes from our past experiences, or for whatever other reasons. Certain things get us hot, going, and wanting to be fucked so badly." I'm suppose to restrain from saying fuck even in a college class, but I kind of doubt I'm going to be getting in trouble for language at this point. "Anyone brave enough to share?"

  "I like asses."

  "Tits."

  "Really big cocks."

  There was giggling all through the classroom. I rolled my eyes. "That's small. Everyone likes all of those, given their sexual preferences, anyway."

  "I, uh, like being watched?"

  Glances shot to the student who spoke up. "Ah. Exhibitionist tendencies. Don't judge her, class. Fantasies are amoral. They are what lurk in our minds in ways we can't ever really fully explain. Really, I empathize, so, so much, Becky." I started undoing my blouse.

  "Miss – Professor Reese?" Becky's voice was uncertain.

  "We can try to explain, of course. We have varying success in doing so. Exhibitionist tendencies may lie deeply in the desire to reveal your true self." My blouse draped open and I let it drop to the floor, my lacy white lingerie of a bra on display to the class. I dressed this morning for this, no matter how uncertain I was. "We want to let people around us see us for what we really want, depraved creatures, only out for our next orgasm."

  "Umm, Professor Reese, what's this have to do with procreation?"

  "There are those of us who fetishize the very most base purpose of sex. Breeding." I moved toward Davey, who waited, curious yet intrigued. He was wearing loose athletic shorts. Probably not intentional, but damn sure convenient for me. "To have your unprotected womb totally filled with seed, fulfilling your biological purpose, and your body more than thanking you for it. These fetishes, whatever they may be, serve to amplify our desire and pleasure, as you will see with me this afternoon."

  I yanked down his shorts, and the boxers right along with them, not wanting to fuss around when revealing the treat I so fully wanted. His eyes widened and jumped back as I revealed his equipment to the entire classroom. My hand went down to hi
m, scooping up his balls again, caressing them as I dropped to my knees.

  "But taking a step back a bit, our brains push us to acts that do little for our own chances of procreation, but we do it because it pleases us, or pleases the ones we want do things to us." Yesterday, I was tempted to go further than jerking Davey, and for today, I wasn't going to show any restraint, my tongue slithering up and down his shaft, perking him up.

  "Professor Reese –" he gasped as I took his heavy yet still mostly flaccid cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel him come to his full strength inside me, and I gently suckled at him and battered him with delicious licks, surely sending the pleasure through him, converting him for my deviant goals. His warm rod bent to my will soon enough, becoming a spear in my throat. I glided my lips over his shaft slowly, sure to tease him more intensely with every delectable moment.

  "Sucking cock, ladies and gentlemen, is solely to create a more complete bond between lovers. No true evolutionary purpose beyond that. But we love to do it anyway and I'm certain every boy here loves a good blow job." I licked him a few more times, hearing his groans, looking up at him. He didn't get aroused or be pushed to near bursting so quickly yesterday.

  Davey never expected that when I spoke of demonstrations, I meant sucking his cock in front of the class. Maybe I was grooming another exhibitionist myself right now, since I had little intent of stopping at some piddly little oral. My hands hiked up under his shirt, wanting the feel of that football player's body under my fingertips, enjoying the youthful vigor in front of me, our eyes meeting, and sharing a message.

  He reached back behind my bra, and unhooked it, pulling and tossing it away. The cool air of the room, as well as the studious gazes of my class, poured onto me. It was more than enough to make me grin like a fool, as I nudged my torso closer to him. Davey's hands grabbed my chest, lowering to his knees and bringing his lips to my tits."Ah, you can see that vocalization isn't the only way we communicate. With cues, we tell our lovers what we want, where we want to be touched. I presented my chest, ooh, to Davey, and he went right to work in pleasing me."

  His rough hands barraged and petted my areolas, the tingling making me continue my moaning in front of the class. I let him go at me for a time, wishing only for these little pleasures to continue. His warm hard-on pressing against my thigh reminded me of my ultimate intents for Davey this afternoon. I unhooked my skirt, and he slid it right off me the moment it was clear he could do so.

  "From a little teasing and being fired up, ahh, Davey here is a most excellent example of a virile human male, ready to breed, ooh." It was harder to teach and get fucked than I thought it would be. My lovely student was right there to claw at me and pull my panties down my leg, finally fully exposing me to the class. I looked over to them, watching most of the boys look at me lustily, occasionally adjusting themselves. Everyone else just stared with a cocktail of amazement and curiosity.

  Davey had tossed off his own shirt as well. My back pressed against my desk as he climbed up on top of me. "Uh, you sure about this Professor Reese?"

  "Completely. Look, students, at the moisture and arousal that sits in my pussy, aching for a nice hard cock to thrust into it. My body wants Davey, and Davey's body is so ready to oblige." Oblige is what he did, sliding his shaft deep into my slit, adding searing energy to the fires he and how we living up to everything I had imagined. He began to rock in and out of me, breathless gasps escaping my throat.

  The gasps turned to low moans, his pace steady, letting my mind roam wild. It's been years since I've had sensations this intense, and I welcomed them, sharing a kiss with my student in an expression of gratitude.

  "Ooh, ahh, see? And look how much I am enjoying him, ahh, my moans, my movements, the feelings he's given me, yes, oh, everything is dedicated to this moment." My hands around the back of his neck, I urged him to stop for brief seconds as I let my feet drop to the floor, and perched myself over my desk. "We need to let the class get a better look, you know."

  His hands covered my breasts once more, reminding them of warmth, his cock sliding down my ass, and finding my aching pussy once again, wasting no time returning to its home, and hammering away at my body, and I wasted no time letting my delight be heard, crying out as he brought himself to his hilt with each thrust.

  His hands went to my hips, grabbing them firmly, allowing my breasts to swing freely as he sent me flying again, and I loved the sensation of their flesh smacking against my chest. I was letting my true self be revealed once more, a shameless woman who wanted only the whole world to see her bred like an animal.

  The building pressure of his pounding against my pussy was making my body crazy with lust, electricity mounting within me, aching for that final surge to send me over. I couldn’t even focus on trying to teach that lesson anymore, but it was never really about the lesson, was it?

  Both of his hands slid down to my clit, alternatively prodding at it, and I quickly experienced the result, moaning louder and louder from this extra shock, and the sudden burst that little additional stimulation brought me. My body went rigid from the intensity, one scream of ecstasy tearing out of me as the bliss flowed through me.

  Every muscle within me contracted and shuddered with delight, including the tight walls surrounding his cock, suddenly sucking him in, not wanting to him go until it gave up everything I had been seeking, and that it did, his own groan hiding under mine, his shaft rigid, as it began unleashing all of that majestic seed deep inside me, all of it rolling toward my womb, my waiting eggs. Just the sensations of that wonderful warmth inside me was ambrosia.

  I collapsed into a heap of short breaths on my desk, Davey withdrawing from me. With the little strength I had left, I pushed myself back up onto it and lay on my back. "My body glows with orgasm from a job well done. You can see some of his seed leaking out, running down my leg. Most of it has been absorbed inside me, likely impregnating me. If not, well, we'll have a review lesson in a few days."

  The entire class stood and proceeded by me as they were about to leave for the day, Davey included. They looked down at my cunt, still pulsing slightly with orgasm, semen leaking out of me. I smiled, enjoying their curiosity. It was a good quality for students to have, after all.

  My mind raced with all the related lessons I could plan until the school's board of directors stepped in and told me that having my students breed me was inappropriate. They'd hit me for indecent exposure and probably a foul language charge, too, just to dogpile me with nonsense.

  I'd slip out in the night with little Johnny and his little brother or sister growing within, pay off some people, find a new college to hire me. Teach this lesson again.

  I grinned, my fingers going down, massaging my pussy, already yearning for more despite getting so much.

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  Bareback 103

  By Eliza DeGaulle

  Description

  Abby's first lessons in sexuality will be anything but private...

  Abby has only been in a college for a day, and she's already got a huge crush on Patrick, a man who literally walked into her dreams. When he signs up to participate in Professor Reese's curious project in Human Sexuality class, Abby is right behind him, hungry for any chance to catch his eye.

  But the project is far from what Abby expects. She must be prepared to bare it all in front of her class, and give up her purity as well as her fertile body if she wants to get closer to the man she desires, and experience everything he can give her.

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Breeding/Impregnation, School/College, Student/Teacher, Exhibitionism, Virgin/First Time

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  *****

  The first day of college. The world around me suddenly seemed so new. I stepped out of m
y car, grabbed my books and headed toward the university's social sciences building. Psychology. I wanted to help people work out their lives. It felt like a noble calling. Of course, sex is a big part of all of us, no matter much we won't admit it. So I made sure to enroll in Professor Reese's human sexuality course, my first class of the day.

  Newness came in other ways, too. College was going to be different than high school. I wasn't going to be the girl everyone ignored any more. I was going to be the talk of the class, I was going to have the man of my dreams sweep me right off my feet.

  I found out I was more right than I could ever imagine. I walked into the building, and was taken aback at the majesty. I came from a pretty mediocre high school, so seeing a building actually taken care of got me looking up at the walls, admiring the murals painted along the interior. By the way, have I mentioned I'm a serious klutz? Because I am, and I walked myself right into what I'd been looking for.

  The books hit the floor, and I would have stumbled right on top of them - if the person who I just ran into wasn't quick to catch me. "Oh - Oh - I'm so sorry!" I pleaded. Wandering collisions weren't an atypical event for me.

  He helped me back to my feet, and kept looking right into my eyes. He was built lean, but strong, maybe a basketball player or something? His hair was nice. He smelled nice. He smiled nice. I smiled right back. He broke our silence. "Uhh, it's no problem. No one's hurt, so no big deal?"

  "Oh, right, right." He helped get my things back in order, and I did the same for him.

  "Uhh..." He nodded. "I'm Patrick, nice to meet you." He offered a hand.

  I froze. What's my name? Do I even have a name? Wait, yes, you do have a name. I overcame my brain fart and accepted his handshake. "I'm A - Abby." I managed to spit out like a bashful six year old. Oh God, Abby, you're coming off desperate as hell, your dorkness is shining right through.