"Would this make me not fail?"
"Exactly the opposite. You'd be guaranteed a full score for your participation throughout the school year. I'm certain that would help your GPA."
Oh, it would. I floundered in this class, but I wasn't exactly being the best student ever in my other classes, either. "I always wondered why this is a year-long course."
"Yes, my method calls for it. I cleared permission for that aspect, but the other, well, it's going to take a bit more convincing."
"Alright, sure. I guess I don't have much of a choice." I did have a choice, fail the class. Not like he deliberately forced me this situation – it was my own fault. It'd be too harsh to accept failure without a fight after being dumped and fired already today.
"I'm going to need you to come to the front of the room first, though. I need to be certain you can fulfill what I need in a volunteer." He beckoned and I followed. On his desk, which was far larger than I expected of a desk, sat his computer, and he urged me take a seat in front of it. "Normally I'd just ask you these questions directly, but a former student who has become a peer of mine, as well as a strong advocate for my method, has developed a program to make it more efficient. I'm not crazy about computers, but this old dog can still learn a new trick or two in the name of progress."
Leaning over between me and the monitor, he minimized something, and brought up another program. It was pretty bare and plain, but I guess it was designed with function in mind more than looking pretty. "So, just answer all the questions? Honestly?" I asked.
"No, I expect you to lie, June." He shook his head with a smile. "Yes. Take your time, I'm heading off to get some lunch, I'll be about fifteen minutes. This will determine if you are an eligible participant for my method, as well as let me know your limits. I trust you can handle that?"
"Yeah, I can fill out forms." I mentally shuddered, anticipating the amount of forms I'd have to fill out over the next few days when looking for a new job.
"Good. I expect you'll be just fine." He reached towards me and mussed up my hair, turning and heading out of his classroom.
Name, gender, date of birth, and all of that, pretty basic stuff at first. Then it turned to sex questions. Well, it is a human sexuality course, so it's to be expected. Amount of Sexual Partners? One, my clingy ex-boyfriend. Yeah, my mother thinks I'm a virgin. She also thinks I'm a dedicated hard worker who is perfectly happy being so. My mother loves a lie.
Have you ever engaged in anal intercourse? Twice. It was painful the first, and mediocre the second. My boyfriend had no clue what he was doing. Maybe I was better off without him.
Do you have this STI? times a billion. No, I'm perfectly clean, never even touched a dick that didn't have a condom stretched over it.
Are you on any birth control? Given my utter failure to keep up with a simple medication, I chose no.
Then it started to ask me about my sexual fantasies. No, I don't want to call anyone Daddy. Or Mommy. No, I don't want people to piss on me. No, I don't find being sealed in plastic with only a straw to breathe through arousing. Do you find the idea of being naked in public arousing?
Now there's a question. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. Your dreams do talk to you, as they say. It was sexy having my dream classmates look at me, and enjoy my body. I thought I took good care of it and wanted to share it. I checked 'Very arousing'.
Are you aroused by the idea of having intercourse in a public setting? Oh yeah. Definitely. If I'm going by my dream, dream-fucking Professor Nikolas was made better by my dream-classmates watching, making them watch my audacity. 'Very arousing'.
Are you aroused by the idea of being creampie'd (having a man ejaculate inside of your vagina)? Thanks, computer. I'm sure there's college students out there who don't know what a creampie is. I stared for a time, thinking. I've never felt it. All condoms, all the time, even when on the pill. My mother would freak if I got pregnant, so doubling up seemed like a good idea. I shook my head. Always having to avoid mother's judgment.
I put 'not sure'. I was interested, but I honestly couldn't say yet.
The rest blurred together. More questions about my kinks, a few more about my health, but I was done in no time flat. I looked at the clock. He said he'd be gone for fifteen minutes, and I finished in five. Well damn.
I stared at the ceiling for a bit, trying to figure out how to pass ten minutes. I looked down at the computer. It was just a screen saying 'Thank You!' Copyright this year, Sasha Reese. Then I looked down at his toolbar. Professor Nikolas wasn't exactly a technical savant. His e-mail client was right there, open. He couldn't be that careless, could he?
A click, and it brought up his mail. His inbox. I clicked back in a panic. Okay. He could be that careless. I still had nine minutes. Did I want to read this guy's mail? That was wrong, wasn't it?
What Professor Nikolas doesn't know won't hurt him.
I snapped back. The top e-mail was from a [email protected]. The Sasha Reese who made the program? He wasn't really clear what I'd have to do in the project, so I was more than curious to find out more.
Another click. The from field was addressed to a John Rivera. Huh. I know Professor Nikolas's first name is John. Maybe it's his middle name. I decided to read his correspondence with Ms. Reese.
Professor Rivera -
I'm so glad we're finally back in contact. I missed you when you took off after you bred me, although I get why you always have to take off and change names. Most people don't get your method. Philistines.
But I've been applying your method for awhile, and I've done it without having to change my name every time I let a student knock me up. Or I make students knock each other up. I love it. It's a rush, and they always love it too. Last year I had this wonderful pairing, a cute little virgin and the boy she was crushing on. I made romance happen, Professor Rivera. My heart is fluttering, I think they're going to be together for a lifetime.
Back to your method and getting around the whole illegality and ethical concerns. I think you'll find that the faculty is more open to negotiation than you realize, Professor Rivera. We're both professors of Human Sexuality, and we must never forget the power of sex. Give your Dean a demonstration. If he complains, make it hands on. I guess with your volunteer, unless the dean, you know, swings that way.
I stopped reading for a moment. The volunteer? Me. It would be me.
Once they are sated, they should be open to letting you do whatever you want. You can put your roots down, and breed a volunteer in every class, not having to worry about a thing. Get some papers signed, and you're a well oiled machine. Besides, Nikolas. What are you pretending to be now, Russian?
Always thinking of you. Although I've had countless young men impregnate me, the memory of you doing it is the time I treasure most.
With love,
Sasha Reese
I tabbed back to the program. Breed the volunteer? What the hell was I signing up for? Footsteps in the distance, Professor Nikolas – Rivera, whatever the hell his name was, was coming back.
Play it cool, June. You totally didn't feloniously read someone else's e-mail. "Hi, Professor Nikolas, I finished."
"Good!" He was carrying Burger World bags. I almost lashed out in anger at the sight of them. "I brought some for you, June. You don't look well, you could do with a good meal. Your health is important to me."
Of course it is. You want me to have your child. "No, I'm trying to watch my weight. Fast food goes straight to your ass."
"You look just fine to me, June. You're an attractive young woman any man would love to have." He dropped the bag on the table. "I'd like my chair back now."
I stood, and let him have his seat. I paced anxiously in front of his desk. I still had a good half hour before my next class.
He started clicking through my answers as he chewed a French fry. "You're looking like you're just perfect for this. Trust me, it'll be a lot of fun for you, I promise."
I can't just roll over an
d take this, no matter how much I need the grade. "Hey, Professor Rivera?"
"Yes?" It took him a moment, but he gazed at me with shock. Half a French fry fell out of his mouth. "How – how do you know that name?"
"I'm sorry, Professor Rivera, Nikolas – "
"Rivera is the real one, so you may call me that in private."
"I, um, looked at your e-mail when you were away. I know it's wrong, I know I'm not supposed to. But, uh, is being bored a good enough excuse?"
He sighed. "Surprise is suppose to be the fun part of the lesson for the volunteer."
"You want to impregnate me in front of the class. You and this Sasha Reese person have apparently been doing it for years. This is some sort of crazy sex ring, where you sell the babies on the black market?"
"God, no." He shook his head, horrified. "I do this for a love of teaching, June."
"Really? Fucking a student in front of the class is to educate the class? You expect me to believe that, Professor Rivera?"
"I have told you I value enthusiasm very highly in my classes, June. The results don't lie. I had about only a seventy-five percent graduation rate from my classes when I began as a teacher." He stood, taking a deep breath. "I was hurt by such a low rate. When I took my first student in front of the class, I was expecting it to be my last hurrah, my retirement at a young age."
"I guess that's one way to go out."
"As absurd as it sounds, that year, the graduation rate was one hundred percent. I didn't change the requirements to pass, but enthusiasm was all they needed to apply themselves. It was a rush for me, not only sexually, but professionally. I had touched these kids." He paused a moment. "That's a bad term to use given what I am confessing. But I had managed to make them care about the class. As an educator, there is no better feeling than your student’s success."
"Why, why can't you just hire two porn stars or something? And why do you need to breed them? This whole thing is crazy, Professor Rivera."
"I considered that. But one, I wanted real, human emotions from starry eyed students in their prime. And to make it as real as possible, I touch on the base of all human sexuality – procreation. No condoms, no birth control, no anything, I want it to be raw, true passion between me and a student. I feel that best communicates the lesson."
"You – you can't just get someone pregnant as a teaching aid. I can't afford a child right now, I can barely afford myself. I can't do this, Professor Rivera. The idea that you would spring this on me when I didn't know what to expect kinda disgusts me, actually."
He let out a breath, and dragged out a stack of papers. "Sasha has done so much to refine my method. I do love that girl, and have a bit of love for all of my volunteers." He flipped open the contract, and pointed a finger at a certain paragraph. "This is what awaits you if you agree, and would have awaited you if had I surprised you."
The figure I often hear cited is that it takes $28,000 a year to raise a child. The figure on the paper would more than take care of that - and me - and probably a dozen more kids if I wanted to pop them out. Even if it stopped coming at the eighteenth birthday, if I planned wisely, my child and I would be set for a lifetime, without ever lifting a finger in labor again. Well, there'd be labor, it just wouldn't be in a fast food place.
"You'd receive payment monthly, throughout your pregnancy and until the child born of the method is eighteen years old."
"How – how the hell can you afford this? You're a college professor! There's no way you get paid enough to cover this." I trembled a bit with the contract in my hand. It was definitely less disgusting than I originally thought.
"Decades ago, right out of college, I made a series of excellent investments that continue to pay me dividends. Because of such, I'll never have to worry about money again."
"Why the hell are you teaching then?"
"I need something to do with my life, June. Do you expect me to sit in mansion somewhere doing nothing? We all have passions. I've always wanted to teach, and I'm here because I love teaching. That I can supplement my budget with my private finances lets me love it without the frustration of making ends meet."
Blink. A few more blinks. He wants to breed me in front of the class, and he's a secret billionaire. What's next? He reveals he's actually a demon, that contract is a pact with Satan to conduct a ritual that plants the spawn of evil in my womb?
"Those are the terms I give every girl who participates. Most of them don't know until after the fact, which is why I make them so generous. So, now that I've laid it all out for you, are you still up for it? I'd love to have you June. I mean that in every way you can imagine."
I flipped through the contract some more. I'm to do anything he says within reason during my time as his volunteer for this course. I get the money even if I fail to conceive. I doubt he's going to take one shot and be done with it. He's going to fill me over and over until it finally takes.
There was also the fact that I needed to do this to pass. Without this class, the crappy scholarship I do have is up in smoke. The money, fantastic as it is, would solve that job problem for good. Hell, given I'm sure if he's breeding me in class he'd be using me for much of the next nine months, I'd solve the boyfriend problem for a while, too.
"I do have to warn you about something though," he spoke up, breaking into my thoughts.
"What's that?"
"I will be making every student sign a non-disclosure agreement, a NDA. It's part of the contract you're holding now for yourself. They, and you, are not suppose to speak of what happens in this classroom during classes that use the method. But it isn't perfect."
"How so, Professor Nik... Rivera?" If he was going to potentially knock me up, I figured I should use the real name of the father of my child.
"People talk, June. Something will get out. I don't know how much you value your reputation, but I've heard awful things about my volunteers in the past. How they're sluts, whores, teacher's pets, teacher's cock-wallets. People may be jealous of you, people will judge you. Everyone in my class is technically an adult in the eyes of the law, but they haven't shed the status of being kids just yet, and kids are cruel."
My reputation? The few times I got to talk to my friends, I was the goody-goody. The sweet innocent girl who was all business and no fun. She works herself to the bone. June is the role model that all young people should be like. My mother talked about me to her church, like the fact that I had absolutely no joy in my life was something they should celebrate.
Thing is, I'm not that person. I loathed working myself to death – it drove me mad. I was in no way the perfect daughter my mother thought I was, I wasn't even the virgin she thought I was. Why do I insist on continuing to pretend to be that person?
I peered over the papers, and looked at the last bit of the puzzle between me and signing this contract. John Rivera was an incredibly handsome man. A literal man of my dreams, since I've actually dreamed about him. I'd get to fuck him, and if he's been doing this for years, that man has to know how to make a girl scream with delight.
The decision suddenly became a load easier."I don't care what people will think. I'll do it. I'll be your volunteer, Professor Rivera, I'm ready to be bred." I put a little smile on my response.
"Excellent! I was hoping you'd say that. We're going to have a wonderful year together, June. Now, get to your other classes, and I want you to get a good night's rest for a change."
"Yes, sir." He handed me a pen, and I signed the papers without hesitation.
***
The rest of the day dragged. It may have been because I was running on two hours sleep and possibly just made the most daring decision of my entire life. Between the two, it was a hard call on which was torturing me more. I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Rivera - and what would come. When it comes to being used by a man like that, calculus seems so completely boring.
Having an evening free was supremely liberating. I could catch up on things. Refill prescriptions. Like my birth control pill
s. At my bathroom sink, cell phone in hand, I stared at the touchpad. I found myself at an impasse. I could lie. I could start taking these pills, and hope they kick in before I get pregnant. I get the money no matter what happens, right? The term is nineteen years from signing the contract, an extra year to cover the pregnancy and give time to assure conception occurs. Strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with a kid existing or not. If this plan worked, I'd be set, and I wouldn't even have to deal with a kid.
I dropped the bottle in the garbage and turned off the phone. It was tempting, but if I was going to start being honest with myself, being a con artist isn't a good way to start. He wanted me pregnant, and I agreed to be so, so that's that.
As I crawled into bed, I was shocked at how early it was. I could sleep, really, truly sleep. For more than two hours. I was almost too excited by the concept to actually sleep.
I did, and the mind floated away like it always did. It brought me back to the dream I was in before. It looked like I missed the good part. I was standing in front of the class, completely naked, taking in their eyes. My skin was covered with cum, head to toe. Some of it dripped out of my pussy, running down my thigh, more of it just landing under me in a puddle.
The smile on my face was truly wide, ear to ear. My hands caressed my belly, which started to swell under my touch, and it made my smile somehow grow wider. Like not-physically-possible wider. Dreams are weird. Right behind me was him. Professor Rivera. He wrapped his arms around my round stomach and pointed breasts with a loving embrace. This is what I wanted. I wanted everyone to see that I wasn't that overstressed prude who told them off because of it. That I was a free-spirit waiting to break out, and embrace lust. Despite being nude in a big, drafty classroom, I was warmer than I ever had been before.
My eyes opened slowly, before my alarm ever went off. I preemptively stopped it, and noticed I had a full hour to get ready for Professor Rivera's class. I took a deep breath and pushed through my morning routine. A shower with correctly used shampoo and mouth wash. A good breakfast. Time to get dressed. I wanted to look good for today, even if everything would eventually be coming off. I opted for a nice skirt and blouse – classic school girl. The guy had to have a fetish for that if he'd been fucking school girls for years. I thought about not wearing any underwear, but remembered I did have other things to do today, and I wasn’t quite ready to make that leap. Maybe tomorrow.
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