by Kelsie Spits
Hunter had not mentioned his working with her on that problem since and while she sometimes tarried after class so did numerous other girls—some of them actually there to work and study—and he was always in a hurry to get back to his office or he was so crowded by the others she couldn’t get to him.
Frustrated by that she decided not to pursue it. Instead she worked hard on the assignments, making sure she got the highest marks in the class so she could impress him. As the days and nights went by Callie found herself nursing fantasies about Hunter and her, in her dorm room making passionate love.
She also had a few nasty fantasies about him asking her to stay after class, bending her over the desk, and taking her hard and fast from behind. She had another fantasy too, one about a ruler and her in a schoolgirl uniform. That one made her blush every time it popped up in her mind, and she often masturbated furiously when she was alone while she played that fantasy out in her head over and over.
More than a month into the semester Professor Hunter stopped her on the quad and said, “I know I asked you to do this a while back and you might be a bit overwhelmed by your current course load but…”
“Oh no! Not at all! Other than your class most of my classes are very simple. I am just taking core things I missed while in high school to make sure I have the proper credits for my graduate degree.”
“Planning for the future are we?” His brown eyes twinkled and his mouth canted upward, making the little lines around his lips and eyes deepen, and sending a bolt of desire through her body.
“Yes, but of course.”
“I admire that in a student.”
“Why, thank you.” She was flattered and pleased by his attention, and his deciding to have her help him. She realized he had not yet asked her so she prompted, “Did you want my help on that problem we discussed before?”
‘I’d love it.” He opened his stylish messenger bag and pulled out a thin yellow folder and handed it to her. “I seem to be stuck and I am hoping you would see why. Let’s discuss after class before I have to go to my office. I’ll make sure to carve out a minute or two to discuss where you are then if that is okay?”
“Yes, of course.” Her spirits fell a bit. Those fantasies had been so hot and for a moment she had had some hope that they would meet somewhere private, like his office to have that meeting. She said, “I could come to your office…”
“No, no that’s okay. My office hours are really scattered and I have appointments all week.”
“Oh, well. I’ll see you after class.”
“Great, thanks a lot.” He strode away and her eyes followed him. She looked down at the file in her hand and then she started walking too.
How could she seduce him? She was shocked by that thought, and titillated too. She wanted to seduce a much older man!
A ridiculously sexy older man who was crazy intelligent. That intelligence was even sexier than his body, and his body was super-sexy.
She could seduce him by being just as intelligent! He had to be tired of really pretty girls throwing themselves at him, and with good reason, but they had nothing under that. She, on the other hand, had a lot to offer.
I’m pretty now. But I am also really smart. I can seduce him!
***
Her fantasies changed and she worked harder than she had in her entire life. His classes were harder than she had ever anticipated, but the problem he had given her was incredibly difficult.
She spent her nights in her room, working out the problem and dreaming about walking into his office wearing that nasty little outfit—short plaid skirt, crisp white blouse, knee-high socks and high heeled Mary Janes—and leaning across his desk, letting the skirt ride up her tanned upper thighs and her shirt gape open so that her bad girl black lace bra showed just a little more, the bra that would cup her pert breasts perfectly so that they would almost—not quite but nearly—overspill the cups.
Her desire for him was higher even then her desire to pass the class with an A. She was almost desperate to find an outfit that would arouse him but all she had was the pretty sweaters, jeans and skirts she’d finally been able to buy after she’d lost the weight.
When she got her body under control she was able to admit waltzing into a classroom wearing something like the outfit she’d been dreaming about showing up in, would likely get the door shut in her face.
It was college after all, and professors were not supposed to sleep with their students and if she was seen in that outfit she could get them both in a lot of trouble.
By the time she saw him later that week she was nearly frenzied with lust and excitement. She’d solved it! She’d actually solved the problem!
She had a hard time sitting still in class and when it was over she quickly pushed her way to the front. She waited for Hunter to answer a few questions and then she waved the file quickly to let him know she needed to talk to him.
He smiled and nodded and said, “I have to get to my office, how about walking with me through the quad?”
“Sure!” She nodded eagerly and followed him out of the classroom and said, “I figured it out. I can show you where your little mistake was, if you like.”
He looked pleased and then he took the folder from her hands. He opened it and whistled. “Hey, this is great.” He stopped walking. “So, would you mind if I showed this to some of the other professors in the department?”
Her face flushed with pleasure, “No, not at all.”
“Good. How about this. How about you meet us at, say, seven thirty in my office and we can all discuss this?”
Her heart almost stopped at the mention of his office but then she realized he had said us, so they wouldn’t be alone. “I’ll see you there.”
“See you there. Good job.” He walked off, his long legs eating the distance and his jeans clinging to his high, firm ass. She watched him go and sighed.
“Maybe I should have invested in that schoolgirl outfit after all,” she said to nobody in particular and walked off.
***
The three men were gathered in the office and Callie smiled as she saw them. Like Hunter the other two were in their early 30’s, fit and trim. One had sandy-blond hair and the other had hair that was both thick and a ripe chestnut color that shone under the overhead lights.
She stood in the doorway, looking at them for a moment and then she knocked lightly on the frame since the door was already open but she didn’t want to look presumptive and walk in.
“Callie, there you are! Come on in, we were just talking about you.”
“Hello Professor Hunter, and…”
He smiled. “This is professors Washington and Grissom. Grissom will be your professor next year, if you make it through my class that is, and Washington will be your graduating year professor. Again, if you make it through my class.”
Her smile was confident. “I know that fail rate is high but I didn’t sign up to fail, or to get a drop card.”
The other men in the room laughed. Grissom nodded and said, “Now that’s what we like to hear.”
Callie said, “I’m really interested in my courses and I think that makes a difference. Besides, I didn’t know they gave out drop cards until a frat guy told me.”
They all laughed. Callie relaxed. The men in the room were handsome and fit and suddenly her fantasies of having sex with Professor Hunter shifted to having sex with Grissom. In fact a very nasty little fantasy played out on her head so quickly she barely had time to blush before it was over.
The intelligence radiating off them was powerful and she found that it was as heady and intoxicating as any aphrodisiac she could have taken.
Hunter said, “So could you show us again how you came to your conclusions?”
“Oh of course.” She looked around and said, “Do you want me to work it up on your board there?”
“Yes please. Also, let’s close the door so we don’t disturb anyone else or have any intrusions.”
Grissom said, “I got it.�
�� He got up and went to the door and Callie had time to admire his trim ass and legs, the tight tuck of his waist as he closed it and the blinds to keep the sunlight from sending a glare into the room.
Callie cleared her throat and reached for the file. She opened it, took out the papers and began to place her equations on the board while they watched, explaining as she went.
Hunter said, “Why I think you really want to be helpful Callie.”
“I do,” she said promptly. Her eyes went from one man to the other, her smile still wide. “It’s a very complex problem and I’m sure you just missed that one little part.”
“I think we have another complex problem to solve,” Hunter said slowly, “Don’t you fellas?”
Grissom nodded as did Washington. Callie asked, “Why whatever could it be? I’ve shown you the formula…”
“There’s three of us,” Hunter said, “And we all want you badly.”
Callie blinked. “What?”
Hunter smiled. Grissom did too. Washington merely quirked an eyebrow up and said, “We need to figure out how to divide you.”
Her heart pounded so fast and rapidly she was sure she’d faint. “Divide me?”
“Yes, we want to fuck you, all of us.”
Her mouth went dry. Her eyes went around the circle of their faces. She’d had sex before, certainly, but she’d never been with more than one man at a time and she could see where the problems could lie. Her face flushed and her breath became a rapid pant. “I see. Hm.”
“Hunter said, “Are you willing to help us with this issue?”
His hand moved across his crotch and she saw the heavy, plump bulge of his cock within his slacks. She gulped loudly.
Just the day before she’d been depressed because the boys still didn’t notice her. Who needed boys when she could have men! Three men! A thought struck her. “Most freshman flunk out in the first semester. I do believe just solving the first problem should put me ahead of the pack and I am quite certain that if I help you with this problem I should have no problem passing the course this entire year.”
Her pulse sped up. It was a bet, and she knew it. They might say no, and she might get tossed out of there and just when her panties had begun to get really wet, and her mind had begun to race with the possibilities of what they might do to her. She almost regretted speaking but Washington spoke up and said, “That sounds like a perfect solution to everyone’s problem.”
She nodded eagerly. “It really does, also I was thinking…”
“I think you think too much,” Hunter said, “You also talk too much. I often want to gag you in class and since I can’t do that there I’ll just have to do it now and remember it the next time you begin to talk.”
Callie blinked. Hunter stood and his zipper went down. She stared as his heavy shaft leaped into the air, trembling and erect. Her eyes locked onto that stiff flesh and more trickles of fluid spilled from her inner walls and soaked her panties.
Grissom ran his hand up her legs and then he tugged her shirt over her head. Callie was moved from one set of strong arms to the other, her clothes rapidly falling to the floor. She stood in the circle they made around her, her eyes locked onto their hard bodies and their harder cocks. Desire filled her. Her nipples tightened and her eyes went to Hunter, who was casually stroking his enormous cock with his fingers, lazily flicking the head of it with every stroke. The head of his cock was swollen and purple, and she took a long shuddering breath.
He’d said she talked too much. She went to her knees and her hands found his cock. His heated flesh filled her palm and she smiled as she ran her hand up the rigid flesh. Her mouth opened and she sucked his dick down her throat, her tongue licking along the swollen veins wrapped around the shaft before she came back up again, her tongue flickering around his head. Hands pushed her forward, lifting her ass higher in the air. Her right hand came down to balance herself while fingers slipped into her pussy, spreading the thick creamy oils there along the seam of her labia before plunging deeper and testing her limits. Grissom stood watching so she knew it was Washington behind her. Hunter pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and she managed to get one deep breath before Grissom’s took her throat. His was longer but not nearly as fat. Behind her Washington continued to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy and the smell of her arousal rose into the air.
She sucked enthusiastically. Washington’s fingers withdrew and his hands kneaded her ass cheeks, leaving sticky juices across one. Grissom pumped his hips and his balls slapped as he began to thrust harder, his hands tangling into her hair to hold her face captive.
Washington cracked a hand down on her butt. Callie jumped and cried out. Pain started in her bottom but it was quickly turned to pleasure by Washington’s fingers reaching around her waist and tweaking her clit, a hard little squeeze that made her squeal with pleasure.
Grissom shoved his cock back down her throat and she sucked even more enthusiastically than she had before. Washington’s fingers stayed on her clit for a moment longer then went back to her ass. He kneaded the firm globes then slapped her again, making her whimper. Her fluids dripped and ran.
Grissom moved and Hunter was back in her mouth. She had to adjust to the change but it excited her. Washington’s fingers went back into her body and she raised her hips, shuddering as she strained toward those thrusts.
Hunter pulled out and she was flipped over and lifted off the floor. Her ass hit the tall desk and she cried out as Washington’s face disappeared between her outstretched thighs, his tongue snaking out to lick at her soaked and slippery flesh. Grissom went back into her mouth and Hunter picked up her hand and placed it on his cock.
Her fist pumped and her lips tightened. Her tongue met hard flesh, and her hand cupped and cradled even harder flesh. Washington’s tongue met the shivering flesh of her clit, massaged it and then circled it. His fingers thrust back inside her, causing her hips to arch upward and her heels to dig into the surface of the desk. The papers below her fell to the floor with a rattle and bang.
Washington ground his face deeper into her crotch. Her cries were muffled by Grissom’s cock and her hand kept moving. A slim drop of oily fluid dripped from Hunter’s cock and she used that fluid to lubricate his head before she took her mouth off Grissom’s cock, turned her head and took Hunter into her warm and wet mouth.
An orgasm began to pulse through her body. Creamy fluid erupted from her, spilling down her pink flesh and coating Washington’s face. He stood, wiped his face with one hand and said, “By God I have to try that mouth.”
Hunter gasped out, “I want that pussy so feel free.”
Her hand worked on Grissom. His gasps were loud, and his hips jerked back and forth as she started to pump her hand faster. Hunter positioned himself between her legs, crawling up on the desk to do it, and then he thrust into her body with one long smooth pump of his narrow hips.
His cock filled her pussy. She groaned and sucked harder on the throbbing prick in her mouth. She tasted the slightly bitter flavor of his pre-come and then he pulled out.
Callie came, hard, her grunts long and guttural. She was flipped over again and that time Grissom went into her pussy. His cock slipped along her clenching, well-oiled walls and when he pulled out he pressed the tip of his dick against her anus. The tiny sphincter muscles stiffened and he chuckled, thrust his fingers into her to lubricate them and then pushed his large penis back into her sheath.
His fingers went into her asshole, sliding past the ring of muscle to the heated depths below. His fingers were in her ass, his cock in her pussy, and Washington was in her mouth. Her hands were flat on the desk and she had no idea where Hunter was but she wanted him anyway.
She heard his voice saying, “Shit, fuck her harder. Really fuck her.”
Callie stopped trying to keep track of who was where. It distracted her form the pleasure spilling through her. Hands met her ass cheeks again, and she cried out, her ass bucking furiously while the fingers in her a
ss went deeper, causing squirming little sensations there. Her knees scraped against the papers and her arms and shoulders ached from holding herself upright but she didn’t care.
The cock in her throat throbbed and pulsed. That tangy, salty-sweet flavor became stronger and come filled her mouth, ran down her chin and landed on the desk, splashing across the papers while she kept sucking, determined to get every single hot drop of that seed.
Her ass was spanked harder while the fingers in her hole spread her dark little tunnel open wider, the cock in her sheath plunging harder and faster with each thrust. Her body swayed back and forth, caught between the two cocks, one slowly growing limp while the other was still strong and thick and erect.
That cock was replaced by a thick and ready dick. Her jaws ached and her whimpers grew louder. Friction built in her lower body. A slow flush crept over her entire body. Her toes curled. The urge to close her eyes was strong but she didn’t. She wanted to see that rod sliding in and out of her mouth.