Birth Control Through Showing Pussy

"If I had known the requirements to get into this sorority from the start, I probably wouldn't have pledged," the blond freshman girl complained.

"It's not that bad. All you have to do is get five different guys to cream-pie you. Girl, with your body, that's going to be easy. What isn't going to be easy is convincing my boyfriend to let me do this. Sex with five guys without condoms? I might not have a boyfriend soon," the tall black girl said in response.

"I'm in the same boat. When my boyfriend hears about what I need to do, he is going to freak," a busty red-haired girl standing next to the other two added.

"You know you can do the second option if you want," I said, walking up to the group after overhearing them. All three girls gave me a look of disgust.

"That option is even worse. I think they have it just as a joke and not to be taken seriously," the red-haired girl replied. I excused myself and walked away from the group. We had just been informed of the final requirement before we could officially consider ourselves as sisters of Delta Theta Fellowship. I was one step away from being able to proudly declare to all my friends that I am DTF.

But the task they laid before us would not be easy, but rather very risky. As my fellow pledges had discussed, one of the two options we had was to get five different men to cum inside our vaginas. The sorority president also spent a long time explaining that we were absolutely not allowed to be on birth control of any kind. I was already meeting this requirement, not that I was planning to take this option.

What surprised me was it sounded like all the pledges were going to take this route. I was shocked by this. A pregnancy would ruin our college careers. Who cares if you get into a sorority if you have to drop out a few months later to raise a baby? I did have a lot of respect for my pledge sisters, but now I seriously doubted their intelligence.

The far better option, in my opinion, was the second one that I tried to get that group to do earlier but failed. For this option, you were required to be fully naked and uncovered at five different specific locations around campus. No sexual acts required. Zero chances of getting impregnated. These places were:

1) One of your classes. You had to be naked for the whole class.

2) Eat an entire meal nude in a dorm cafeteria.

3) Skinny dip in the school's Olympic-sized pool for thirty minutes during normal open swim hours

4) Spend ten minutes in the University's president's office, fully unclothed

It wasn't going to be easy, for sure. I was not an exhibitionist and had only shown my nude body to my last two boyfriends and no one else. Fulfilling these five tasks would probably increase the amount of people to see my pussy by 5 to 10 people by my own estimates. I blushed even thinking about it. But it would be worth it in the end. I would end up in my dream sorority without getting impregnated at age nineteen. A win-win scenario minus letting people around school see my naked tits and ass. A win-win-loss? Well, except the people who get to see my naked body would call it a win. Fuck maybe this option is more complicated than I thought.

I made a note to discuss this with my parents later, who both work in human resources, and I moved on to focus on getting these tasks completed. The first, and probably the hardest, was being naked for an entire class. To begin, I needed to consider what class to do this in. Looking over my class schedule, I narrowed it down to two possibilities. I was taking a women's study course taught by a female professor who was very open-minded. The class was in the basement of an old building at the edge of campus. Only fifteen students, including myself, attended, of which thirteen were girls.

The other class of mine I was considering was my European History lecture. It was held in a large lecture hall where, commonly, four to five hundred students would attend. The professor was known for his distaste of women taking his classes, and thus, the class was heavily male. I felt like an idiot for even considering choosing the history lecture for my nude class, but then I remembered something. A guy I had a crush on named Oscar was one of the two males in my women's study group. The idea of him seeing my naked body was way too embarrassing. My cheeks were burning even thinking about him seeing me in my underwear, let alone fully nude. I was going with the history class for sure.

I emailed my professor, Dr. Hull, clearly laying out why I needed to be naked for one of his lectures. I spent a lot of time laying out a clear argument, which I thought was well crafted. However, over the next week, he never responded. In one of the lectures that week, he made an announcement asking us not to fill his inbox with joke messages, and it seemed like he was looking at me when he said that. Why would he think I was joking about being nude in his class? How is that funny? I emailed him again but with an even longer message. I also cc'ed his department head as well. I still got no response. This first task was taking way too long so I decided to go to his office ahead of our next lecture. I was going to get his permission today, no matter what.

An hour before class I lucked out and found Dr. Hull in his office and alone. "Professor? I'm Zoey from your European History class. I've been emailing you to get your permission for something, and you haven't replied back," I said, walking into the office and closing the door behind me.

Dr. Hull looked up, and his face dropped. "Oh, for the love of Charlemagne. You've gone too far with this stupid prank girl. I had to explain to my boss, the head of the history department, that I don't have young women attending my lectures with their pussies out," he complained.

"Yet," I said, correcting him.

"What?"

"You meant to say that you don't have women attending your lecture with their pussies out yet. Because today is the day I really need to attend class fully naked. I promise I'll take really good notes if that's what you're worried about."

"You're... serious, aren't you? This isn't some freshmen prank like in my American History class last year when all my students pretended like they were San Francisco 1906 earthquake deniers?" Earthquakes can't break steel beams, I wanted to shout, but I held back from arguing for now.

"It's for a sorority. If I do this, I'll be admitted into my dream Greek house. Please, professor!"

"No! You have to realize I was never going to let you show off your naked body in my class!"

"But why? Give me one good reason why I can't!"

"I'll give you five. One, I'll be fired. Two, we won't get anything done in class because everyone will be staring at you. Three, someone seeing you naked might get the wrong idea and try something with you, which I will be held responsible for. Four, it's not sanitary. Five, have you ever seen or heard of anyone attending class naked? Not in absurd fiction or porn videos but in real life? The answer is no." As he explained his stupid reasons, he aggressively counted them out with his finger while getting louder and louder.

I wasn't going to be intimidated into not getting naked. I stood up and countered his points while slamming my fist onto his desk. "One, the history department head is male, and males like seeing naked women. How does that lead to you getting fired? Two, I usually don't pay attention to your lectures anyway, so no harm there. Also, just make a new class rule that they are not allowed to look at my nude tits during the lecture. Duh-doy! Three, I couldn't get anyone to go out with me last Valentine's Day. I don't see how my being naked would all of a sudden make guys interested in me. Four, I'm actually insulted that you are implying my body isn't clean. I am able to stop my body from secreting any fluids except when I watch boys wrestle. Apologies again for the mess during your lecture on ancient Greece. And finally, five, I'll give you a blow job if you let me attend class naked."

The professor raised his eyebrow upon hearing my last counterpoint. "Your fifth point was a really good one, and I didn't have an argument against it. But I'm serious. You agree to let me, and I'll let you face fuck me right now in your office. This can't be that surprising to hear. You're a college professor. Hot coeds are probably offering you sex all the time for better grades," I said.

"The only student in my twenty years of teaching here to ever proposition me was an eighty-year-old woman who was willing to blow me in exchange for a better grade on her last test. She was only taking the class for the 'life experience,' but she wanted to impress her husband by getting an A on the test."

"I'm a bit younger than eighty, but what do you say professor. Want me to wrap my lips around your cock and, in exchange, let my nude tits get some exposure to world history?" Dr. Hull gave my body a look over.

"I spent ten years in college to earn my advanced degree in history and then another twenty here to get to my current position. You're asking me to risk all of that... But I do like blow jobs. So..." I took that as a yes and excitedly hopped over the him.

He sat in his leather chair, and I got on my knees in front of him. He looked down with a smile as I undid his belt and pants. After my first boyfriend broke up with me because 'I sucked at sucking cock,' I promised myself to do better. I watched blow job porn whenever I had free time in my dorm room. Right after my third roommate in three months transferred to another room, I felt like I learned the essential lessons of giving oral sex to a guy. It's important to use your tongue, work the shaft with your hands, and don't make yourself constantly laugh by quoting Big Bang Theory during the act. As a result of my hard work, my second boyfriend said I

was 'meh' at giving head.

"I know guys like it when women compliment their penis when they see it for the first time. Are you more self-conscious about the length, girth, color, or smell of yours? Cause I could formulate what I say around that," I kindly offered.

"What? Just get on with the blow job," Dr. Hull said.

"Fine, I'll just make a guess." I pulled his pants and underwear down and was face to face with his dick. "Wow, your dick is the longest I've ever seen. My single hand can barely grab the full length of it. Very impressive professor." Dr. Hull oddly responded to my kindness by putting his hand over his face.

I shrugged and then took him into my mouth. While I didn't know much about blowing guys, this being only the third dick I've had in my mouth, I knew I liked the taste of them. Particularly the taste of pre-cum, which was rapidly filling my mouth. "Mmmm," I mouth as my lips ran up and down his shaft. Feeling frisky, I took his penis out of my mouth and teased his tip with my tongue.

"Holy shit, that feels good. I'm glad to find out that you are better at sucking cock than you are at speaking," Dr. Hull said as I ran my tongue along the underside of this cock and down to his balls. Hearing him say that gave me a weird sense of deja vu, as the professor in my communication class made that exact speculation after my last speech project. I took him back into my mouth fully and massaged him with my lips and tongue.

"This is the second-best blow job I've ever gotten from one of my students," he said with a groan. That's weird. He only mentioned being propositioned by one other student...

I stroked his cock with my hand and gave my mouth a quick break. Looking up at the professor with his dick in my hand, I sought confirmation of our deal. "So, my totally long dicked professor. You'll let me attend class in the buff today?" Dr. Hull's head was leaned back, and his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feeling of my hand.

"Today is no good. How about towards the end of the semester, I make a lecture optional, and you can do it then? Now about your mouth on my cock...," he said.

I released my hold on his member and stood up. "No, it has to be today. Otherwise, it will be too late."

Dr. Hull sat up with his erect cock still out. "That's impossible. Today's lecture would be the absolute worst day for this." I looked at him, shocked.

"So why have I been sucking on your dick then?"

His jaw clenched, and he looked off to the side. "For the love of the craft of giving head?"

I crossed my arms and stared at my professor in his eyes and sometimes his hard cock. "Fine. Let me attend class with my pussy out, and I'll fuck you right here and now. I'll even lie and pretend I'm a virgin for you," I said, committing fully to my sorority.

"You are willing to have vaginal intercourse with me so you can have four hundred guys see your tits in class? You realize how crazy that sounds right. If you are that horny for guys to see you naked, just get a job at the strip club down the street. Here's their card."

"That's not what this is about, and you know it," I countered while pocketing the card. "No more talk. I've offered you my ass now either take it or watch it walk out of here. But just so you know, if you don't take my offer and I catch you looking at my ass, I will report you to the University."

Again Dr. Hull looked my body over, and I thought I could see his dick get just a little bit harder. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but the last time I had sex, it was so long ago that we speculated on whether Lord of the Rings was filmable or not afterward. So I'm pretty desperate. You have a deal, but you need to be invisible in that class. No drawing any attention to yourself at all. Understood?"

I jumped up and down, clapping my hands. "It's a deal. I promise I'll be like a naked chameleon." The professor and I then stared at each other in silence.

"So, are we going to do this? You need to get naked," he pointed out to me.

"I know, but you need to turn around," I said to my professor.

"You're kidding me," he said.

"I'm not stripping in front of you. I barely know you, and I'm shy," I pointed out to him.

"But you are... never mind," he said, turning his chair 180 degrees. I took a deep breath. I know getting naked in a professor's office is a basic experience for a college girl, but I was still nervous. I started off easy, taking my shoes off but electing to keep my socks on. I then undid my pants but paused to confirm Dr. Hull wasn't spying on me. Seeing that he wasn't, I pulled them off and set them aside. A chill ran up my legs, both from my exposed skin and the excitement of this. Feeling naughty, I pulled down my panties. All the professor would have to do was slightly turn his chair, and he would see what only two other men had seen. My heart was beating faster and faster.

I considered that I could stop here as my professor didn't need to see my tits to have sex with me, but I was going to need to get fully naked soon for class anyway. I slipped my shirt off and undid my bra, leaving me fully naked. A state I planned to be in for a while. I walked over to Dr. Hull's chair and informed him, "I'm naked and ready, sir."

"Am I allowed to look then," he asked, still not turning around.

"What are you an idiot? How are you going to have sex with me without seeing me naked? Also, I'm going to be naked in class," I pointed out.

"But earlier you... never mind," he turned around in his chair and took in the sight of my nude body.

"Wow, you have some massive tits," was the first thing he commented on. That's what my two ex-boyfriends said the first time they saw me naked, too. I know I have large breasts, and I'm proud of it. But do guys really need to inform me of that? It's so embarrassing. How would guys like it if I told them a part of them was huge? Besides their cocks I mean. Guys are constantly wanting women to say to them that I know.

I could feel myself turning red standing there as my professor studied my nude body. I didn't need him to repeat other comments my last boyfriends would make about my body, like 'I want to lick your thighs all night,' 'Your thighs look like they would feel great on my penis,' or 'Turn around, I want to cum on your thighs.' Obviously, I seemed to attract men with a specific fetish.

"Should we fuck now, Dr. Hull," I suggested. His head shot up, and he looked me in the eyes.

"Yes. Yes, please. I assume you have a condom? All the ones I have in my office expired a decade ago, along with my hope that this job was anything like 80s movies had me believe."

"We don't need to use a condom. I got it covered," I replied, tossing his concern away. The truth of it was I hadn't anticipated needing any condoms, but I didn't have time to go fetch any. By the time I would get back with protection, it will be time for class to start.

"Oh. Okay, if you are sure," he said as he started getting ready for me to sit on his dick.

I straddled him in his chair, and my pussy hovered over the tip of his cock. While Dr. Hull hasn't done this in a few presidential administrations, it had been a few months for me as well. It's not that I have a kink for fucking older men, but I was pretty excited to get another dick in me after all of this time. I lowered myself and felt the satisfying sensation of a cock entering me and stretching me out. "Oh my god, I've been craving this for so long," Dr. Hull said as his hands rubbed all over my body. "I've wanted one of you young lustful students to fuck me for so long. I've given out so many unjustified D's and F's to female students in my classes, but they never come to me with offers of sex to change it. It's always just emails and complaints to the department head." While licking my tits, his eyes opened up wide, and he looked up at me. "Forget you heard me say that, okay?" I nodded as I started to rock my hips on his cock. But hearing that explained why I got a 62 on the paper I wrote about how the Austrian Empire lasted so long because they were an island nation.

Despite my lies earlier about the professor having a long penis, he was feeling pretty good inside me. I appreciated this was the first time I was having bareback sex with a guy. My boyfriends always wore condoms, as I never needed them to give me approval to go to my class naked within the next twenty minutes. Although now that I think about it, one of my boyfriends had a role play they kept pushing me to do that was nearly identical to that scenario. Weird.

Back to the cock inside me, things had gotten to a point where I was lifting myself up high enough that my pussy was rubbing up and down the entire length of his cock. Dr. Hull continued to put his mouth all over my breasts, which felt intimate and hot as fuck. The naughtiness of the whole situation was hot to me. I was having unprotected sex with a professor in his office. Now, all that bragging I did to my old high-school friends wasn't a lie anymore.

Thinking about it, I let out a loud moan, and Dr. Hull looked at me excitedly. "Are you getting off on this?"

Through heavy breaths, I responded. "Well, yeah. I'm fucking one of my teachers in college. A teacher who is old enough to be my grandfather. I'm acting like such a slut, it's hot!" I let out another moan.

"Grandfather? How old do you think I am? I'm forty-seven," he said, looking offended as his cock rubbed against a sensitive spot in me.

"I know that. Let's just say my grandma was a bit of a slut in high school. As was my mom. They had some weird expectations of me in my teenage years that I failed to live up to. Now shut the fuck up and focus on keeping that dick rock-hard old man."

Feeling something building up inside me, I sought to embrace it. My legs flexed as I pushed myself down harder and harder on Dr. Hull's cock. My thighs

weren't just for looking but also useful for driving a dick deep into my pussy. "I'm getting close. Where should I cum on you," he asked. I was getting close, too, and was annoyed at that question.