Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  The final part of my experience. His seed emptying out of his ball sack and being funneled so completely into my vulnerable, unprotected womb. Burst after burst of the heat coursed through me, the sensations lingering, and I knew that this was my most perfect ending to fucking, making love, I don't know what the hell you'd call what me and Patrick just did, but I wanted more of it.

  In one another's arms, his cock still plugging up my pussy, we shared another kiss, each stewing in the others grasps.

  "And that class, is the act of breeding between humans. I hoped you all took notes and didn't just think this was a free porno show. There will be a test." Professor Reese continued her spiel to the class, letting Patrick and I enjoy our rest for however long we needed.

  Chairs started to shuffle. It entered my thoughts that I too, still had classes. My womb had guaranteed me an A in this one, but there were other things I still had to study for. Patrick realized this as well, his deflating cock slipping out of me. I slid off him, sitting legs spread onto the padded table, looking down at my pulsing, tired pussy. A mixture of cum and blood leaked out of me, the cum clinging to my skin. I smiled, realizing that wasn't a first time just anyone got to experience.

  "You two did great." Professor Reese approached us, a huge smile on her face. "I know it was kind of shady for me to spring something like pregnancy on you out of nowhere, but the surprise aspect is just part of the fun."

  Thoughts stirred in my head, concern claiming my face. Motherhood at nineteen. It wasn't exactly cheap.

  "Oh, don't make that face. You'll be taken care of. I have connections." She patted me on the shoulder. "Now don't be late for your next classes, you two. It'll be tiring for a few days, but trust me, all the other students I've put through this got used to it. They all told me at the end of the year it was more than worth it."

  She took off, a spring in her step. It was the gait of a woman who loved her job.

  My feet touched the floor, my legs aching, visible pain in my face. Patrick was right there to hold me up. He brought me my clothes before his own, and helped me get dressed. Soon enough, we were both ready to get to our next class, the filthy, smelling of sex messes we both were.

  An arm around my shoulder, he started to walk me up the aisle and out of the classroom. "This is going to sound weird, since you know, I just knocked you up and all,"

  "Hmm?" I turned my head toward him.

  "You want to go get something to eat after school? My treat?"

  He was asking me out. Oh my God. It was odd, feeling those butterflies after everything we just went through. "Absolutely." I gave him the biggest smile I could manage.

  It was going to be a great year.

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  Bareback 104

  By Eliza DeGaulle

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  The terms are clear: her professor wants her reputation, her modesty, as well as her fertile body.

  June was struggling to keep it all together - her job, her boyfriend, and her academic career all at the same time, trying to be the hard working student everyone around her wants her to be.

  But when her life falls apart like a house of cards, she's left struggling for some way to pick up the pieces. Her human sexuality professor, John Nikolas, offers her help. It seems he needs a female volunteer to put on a presentation for his controversial teaching method, in order to convince the university's dean to allow it.

  However, Nikolas isn't the least bit straight what the method entails. June discovers that if she wants her professor to solve all of her problems, she's going to need get in touch with who she really wants to be - a shameless woman who wants nothing more than to be filled by both her favorite professor and the dean, all in the name of teaching the class a very important lesson regarding procreation.

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

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  *****

  Bare feet against linoleum, I ran. Late, always, always late to Professor Nikolas's class. My first in the morning, it was so easy to oversleep and miss it. My books were heavy, but I was going to be there, only five minutes late.

  I pushed open the huge double doors and found my seat in the back of the class, hoping he wouldn't notice. He had a very strict no lateness policy. If you were late ten times over his class through the year, you failed the class. I'd been running on eight for quite some time. Two more mistakes and I was done - they were two mistakes I desperately didn't want to make.

  No such luck. There was a test already laid out for me. Given I just got in, I found it odd, but maybe he's expecting this by now. I picked up my pencil and got to work. Filled in my name. June. Then I hit a wall. The test itself was written in Greek.

  It was literally written in Greek. I'm not lying. There were those weird characters that fraternities and sororities use for their logos. Sigma, Epsilon, Chi, whatever you want to call them. I stared blankly, gazing over the rest of the room, everyone else working intently. Was this some sort of prank on me? I broke the rules of academic honesty and peered over to a classmate's test – it was in Greek for him too.

  I broke into a sweat. I was doomed to fail no matter what I did. No matter how hard I worked, it'd be useless. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I buried my face in my hands.

  "June. Nice of you to join us. A half hour late." I pulled my soggy face up. Wait, did I lose track of time that much? Professor Nikolas stood over me, tall. He was a lean, yet muscular man. Although in his forties, he wasn't some decrepit old fogey. A nice chest, a hell of a nice butt, his hair was groomed impeccably, black with hints of gray that, like the commercials say, show that he had the energy of youth but the experience of age. I'll admit I put him in my thoughts and fantasies sometimes. When I had time to fantasize and release some pressure, anyway.

  "Sorry, I overslept again. I didn't mean to show up late, Professor Nikolas. It won't happen again."

  "It's only September and you've been late nine times. Why don't you just give up now, June? It's inevitable that you’re going to fall apart. Just like everyone expects you to." I was trying so damned hard to succeed, but what was it for? "I mean, you showed up to class today and you forgot to put on clothes."

  The weather did seem exceptionally cool, and as I looked down, yes, I was buck naked, sitting in my class. I stood up, as if that would make me less naked.

  "Have you no shame, June? Aren't you going to cover yourself?"

  I peered over the class, all of their eyes on me, checking me out. I waited for panic to strike me. The class started to chuckle, sour comments coming my way, both complimenting and deriding my boobs, butt, and everything else in between.

  What came, though, was only a smile. I raised my arms, and spun for the class, and walked to be the front of the room to be the center of attention, let everyone see everything I had.

  "Ah, you seem to want to show the class something. Very well." Professor Nikolas was still right behind me in spite of my swift movement to the center of the room, and I didn't even see him follow me. "Let us demonstrate human sexuality in its rawest form."

  He cradled my head, bringing it towards his and forcing his tongue into mine into mine and beginning a passionate kiss.. A hand under my leg, he raised it, and I felt his firm, hard cock press at my stomach through his pants. I reached down to stroke him, as I stared over his shoulder.

  The weighty gaze of my peers on me, comments from my class ringing into my ears. "She can't pass the class, so she's fucking the professor." "Really? She's doing that?" "What a slut!"

  I didn't care. Nothing was hidden, and I was happier because of it.

  Nikolas's hand explored my body, brushed across my flesh towards my pussy, rubbing over my
clit, pushing a finger in...

  Light. Blinding light as my eyes slowly opened. Then the screeching, yet quiet, sound of an alarm filling my ears. I reached over and pushed it off the nightstand again, and it crashed into the ground. Maybe if I stopped abusing it, it might work properly and it'd be loud enough to wake me up more swiftly. The first thing that came to mind was always ending the annoying racket, and impulse didn’t care about electronics.

  I sat up. Why do my dreams always end before the good part? Stupid alarm. Just because I didn't get to sleep until two hours ago, it has to interrupt me making out with Professor Nikolas. I'll never get to dream-fuck him at this rate. I shook my head of the cobwebs, considering the combination of the common elements. I am a student of the mind in its many disciplines. Freud, Jung, countless other smart dudes are my required reading.

  Failing the test. The fear that you won't stack up to what everyone expects of you. Pretty basic. The naked in public dream though? It's suppose to be tied to the fear of everyone finding out who you really are. We all have secrets, of course. What nagged at me was the fact that I wasn't freaking out, but celebrating it.

  A glance down at my poor, abused clock told me it wasn't time for me to over-analyze my dreams. I was thirty minutes late in the dream, and I was already thirty minutes late in reality. One word: FUCK.

  I leaped off my bed, and realized I had to get ready. I slept in the nude, which did me a great favor as I got into the shower and hit the hot water. Scorching, I didn't have time for things like adjusting the water temperature, so I just endured it. It wasn't that hot anyway, just enough to thoroughly annoy me. I grabbed the shampoo and dumped it in my hair, before realizing that it wasn't shampoo at all, but mouth wash. Because this will totally help my split ends. Why is this even in the shower?

  Oh yeah. I put my tooth brush and related things in the shower because I thought it'd save me time. I'm such a fuck up.

  Rushing myself through, and just accepting the fact that my hair would be more minty fresh than usual, I opened the medicine cabinet, running through my routine on automatic. Birth control pills, I usually pop one of those when I wake up. Empty.

  Right. If I actually had time to do anything, I was suppose to get those refilled. Like, I was supposed to do that two weeks ago.

  Fuck.

  No breakfast, I got dressed in the most simple things possible. Dressing nice is for people who have time to spare, and it suddenly didn't seem to so crazy for me to show up naked – just think of how much time I'd save.

  My beater struggled to start. I didn't have time for this either. Some futile violence against it later, it finally sputtered on. You know what else I didn't have time for? General auto maintenance.

  Oh shit. I finally got to the college and dashed through the halls, the flimsy sandals I wore not remotely suitable for something like running.

  Why am I so stressed out you may ask? Well, I'm a college student for one. Not one blessed with a good scholarship, or something merciful like that. I did have one, but it was awful. I still have to work to pay for my tuition, books, and just general survival. Full time, of course. A full class load, a full time job, and if that wasn't enough, I decided I wanted it all and had a boyfriend who ate up whatever time I had left, and sometimes time I didn't have left, with his clinginess. I glanced at my phone – forty-five messages since yesterday. Probably all from him. I liked the guy, and the infatuation was charming, but damn, where the hell is this break thing people occasionally think they get?

  Throwing open the class doors, I sat down in the back. It was pretty obvious that Professor Nikolas noticed me this time, his eyes staring at me with disapproval as he took a sip from his 'World's Greatest Dad' mug.

  Because I was the only person in the room besides him. I missed the entire class.

  My head thudded on the desk. I didn't have any other class for an hour. All that nonsense and for what? Nothing.

  My phone rang. I answered it, since class was over. "Hello?"

  "June? Hank from Burger World. I've gotten about two dozen complaints about how you handled the drive thru last night. Almost every single order was wrong."

  "I'm sorry Hank, I've been a bit stressed out lately."

  "I'd be more forgiving if this wasn't a chronic thing, June. I'm sorry, I have to let you go. You can pick up your last paycheck on Friday."

  He hung up, not even giving me a chance to plead for my job. It was a shitty, hellish job with no bright spots whatsoever, and a shitty paycheck to match. I needed that shitty paycheck to get by, though. I didn't exactly have savings stored up.

  Anxiety building, I tried to calm myself by going through my text messages. Okay, they weren't all from my boyfriend. Some were from my mother, reminding me that I was making a mistake by going to a secular university instead of a good Christian one. Tempters out to steal your virginity at Jefferson State, she claimed. To her, I was still the sweet little girl. A hard worker, doing everything herself. In spite of my heathen school choice, she was proud of me for that. Knowing her, my supposed work ethic was all that was keeping her from disowning me.

  The boyfriend flooded me as well. Asking where I was, how he hasn't seen me in a week – has it really been that long? Complaining how I never respond to his texts. A picture of his cock, trying to encourage me to respond. I enjoyed the picture, but I think that's just because I liked cocks more than anything else. The final one: 'sry i dont think this is gnna wrk out'. He broke up with me with a text message. I was offended, angry, but then I finally noticed the time on them. The message was from four days ago. I thought I was checking them daily. Was I going mad?

  My life was falling apart before me. How could this get any worse?

  Footsteps against wood and the shadow of Professor John Nikolas loomed over me, and my eyes greeted him. "June? This is the tenth time you've been absent or tardy to my class."

  "Tenth? No, this is only the ninth, Professor."

  "It's the tenth. I can go get my files if you don't believe me. You know I said right on the first day that I hold attendance in very high regard. If you can't even be bothered to show up, why should I believe you care about the subject matter? I'm going to have to fail you, June."

  It got worse. My vision went blurry with tears. No job. No boyfriend. If I didn't pass this class, my GPA would be shot, my awful scholarship would be revoked, and I'd be kicked out of school. "Please, Professor Nikolas, you can't do this. I need another chance."

  "I can't change the rules for you for no good reason. Do you need a tissue?"

  "No, I'm fine," I lied as snot started to drip out of my nose, my hands soaked with my sobs. "There's gotta be a way I can make it up to you, Professor. Please?" Like maybe let me spread my legs for you and have your way with me.

  That dirty voice of mine liked to speak up now and then. Even in this tense situation, it gave me ideas. Maybe I just needed to get laid. I haven't touched my boyfriend in a month.

  No wonder he dumped me.

  Our conversation was interrupted. "Nikolas!" A boisterous voice declared. Through the open doors of the classroom came another man.

  "Dean Myers." Professor Nikolas replied, turning away from me.

  That was the dean? My eyes sparkled. When I thought of the dean of Jefferson State, I thought of some fat balding man in a suit who would look just as suited to being a sleazy politician as he would school faculty. This guy was as far from that as that you could get and still be the same age. I don't know if I just had a thing for older men, or maybe men with power just have to have a certain charisma to them to succeed. I shouldn't have been surprised that the dean was at least passable in appearance.

  Passable, for this guy, of course, was an understatement. He was lankier than the muscular Professor Nikolas, but he definitely had a certain charm to his face. His hair was gray, well kept, but natural looking and full, no gels or excessive maintenance. There weren't enough wrinkles on his face to match his hair color, and along with being clean shaven, he was, fo
r lack of a better term, simply dashing. Thirty years ago girls would be hanging off him. I didn't rule out hanging off him now.

  "About your – what did you call it again?" Dean Myers asked.

  Professor Nikolas was not flustered at all by the arrival of his boss. "My teaching method. It could be seen as controversial, and I'd like to clear it with the faculty to get permission to carry it out on a regular basis."

  "Why can't you just tell me, or fill it out in your papers like the rest of the professor who want to run experimental curriculums?"

  "I believe you need to see the lesson in action, Dean, for you to truly understand and appreciate it. That's why I asked you to sit in on one."

  The dean sighed. "If you really insist. I need to keep an eye on you anyway. I mean, your credentials are rock solid, don't get me wrong, Nikolas."

  "This is about my work history, I presume?"

  "Yes! Where the hell have you been teaching these past fifteen years? I wouldn't have taken you if you didn't agree to work so cheap."

  Nikolas flashed a big smile. "I'll fill you in after you see my method in action."

  The dean rolled his eyes is disbelief. "Fine. Two days from now, first thing in the morning. I will be here. You better damn sure make it worth my time." Hmm. That was my next class with Professor Rivera.

  "Without a doubt it will be, trust me, Dean."

  Myers shrugged, clueless of what to make of the professor, and left as swiftly as he came.

  "Got my foot in the door at least. God, I hope she's right about this working. I could do with a little settling down for a change." Nikolas rubbed his chin and turned to me. "As for you, June, since you had to eavesdrop on me talking business with the dean..."

  I perked up. Maybe if I got on his good side, he'd overlook his hard-ass rules on lateness. "What's up, Professor Nikolas?"

  "My method calls for a long term female participant. This is short notice, and I'd prefer to have my pick of the girls in the class, but it may be your lucky day."