It wasn't a requirement that professors hired for the Geneva School for Girls be oversexed, but if they weren't when they were hired, they soon became so. Given the ratio of 200 students to 50 professors, there was little time for rest. The men had their hands full instructing girls in the finer arts of satisfying a man's baser needs. There were also the assorted obligations of the school, which often led to mind-blowing orgasms. And then, of course, there were those moments of opportunity, when the cock-hardening sexuality of the girls led the professors to take advantage of the situation for an unscheduled bout of sex play. They could hardly be blamed for that.
But add it up, and the professors were often having sex of one sort or another several times a day. Consider a recent random Tuesday in the life of History Professor Tom Roberts, a handsome gent in his late 40's...
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Tom Roberts awoke when he heard the door to his private chambers open and close. A smile came to his face as he rolled over and looked towards the door of his bedroom.
A bosomy American girl whose wealthy father had roots in the aerospace industry, Cindy Evans had been consistently late to his class several times already this term. So, to teach her the importance of timeliness, Professor Roberts was requiring her to be his human alarm clock, visiting his room for a full week to wake him up at 6:00am. This Tuesday was her second day of performing that duty.
"Sir, are you awake, sir?"
Roberts turned on his bedside table lamp and looked over as the young girl poked her head inside the bedroom door. Her brandy-coloured eyes were blinking against the glare of the light.
"Yes, Cindy, come in."
Clad in a plush white robe that she had cinched tight around her, the girl stepped over and stood next to his bed, where he was now propped up on one elbow. Roberts looked the girl up and down, allowing those illicit feelings to course through him that his position at this school allowed. At any other academic institution, private or public, the presence of a young girl in a teacher's room would be considered incredibly inappropriate. And yet here at the Geneva School for Girls (GSFG), this was not unheard of behavior. So here was this girl, sweet Cindy, eagerly coming to Roberts' room with the task of performing the duties of his personal alarm clock, waking him up in whatever fashion he desired.
Roberts let his hungry gaze roam over the young girl. She was a beauty, all right. About 5-6" tall, and probably tipping the scales at a perfect 115 pounds, Cindy was a wet dream come true. She had a lovely angelic face. While some girls had very sharp and angular features, Cindy's facial features seemed to flow together in soft melodic harmony. Roberts thought her eyes were the color of a fine brandy, and the warm brown of her curving eyebrows matched the rich chocolate brown of her hair perfectly. She had high cheekbones, but they were softened by a layer of baby-soft skin that gave her face a warm youthful glow. Her skin was smooth as silk on glass, making Roberts want to pull her close and brush his cheek against hers. She had a cute button nose and full pouty lips, lips that were so kissable it took all Roberts' willpower to resist pulling her close and kissing her the first time they found themselves alone. Her dark eyes were warm and endearing, and the look in those eyes was of one who just wanted to know you better, that this was someone you could trust and believe in. There wasn't a hint of anger, of rudeness, of anything deceitful in those warm brown eyes. Just someone you could believe in, could care for, could fall in love with.
And Roberts knew the body beneath that plush robe was just as breathtakingly gorgeous, if not more so, than Cindy's beautiful face. The girl had been blessed with a body that any woman alive would give anything to have. She was slender but not skinny, full-bodied but not fat, with a bum that was nicely rounded but not chubby. Her hips had filled out perfectly while her waist was waspishly thin, giving her an alluring hourglass figure that drew any man's gaze anytime she walked by.
Like most of the girls who'd been admitted to the GSFG, Cindy had an incredible set of tits that any boy, or man, would drool over. Roberts had already gotten his hands on those beauties, and they were almost beyond compare. If he wasn't used to the kinds of girls that Headmaster Walker recruited for this school, Roberts almost wouldn't have believed how incredibly large Cindy's breasts were. They were big soft pillows of flesh that no top of any kind could hide. Even if she wore the baggiest sweatshirt going, she just had to move a little bit and it would be obvious what an amazing set of tits she had lying beneath. But here at this school, with its required uniforms, none of the girls were hiding the lush curvy bodies they'd been blessed with, including Cindy.
Roberts had seen the pictures that Headmaster Walker had asked the school's photographer to take when Cindy had come with her parents for her admission interview. She'd been wearing a jet black miniskirt that hugged her bum and upper thighs enticingly, the tight hem of the skirt ending daringly high on her thighs. Her shapely legs had been bare, but she'd been wearing black suede high-heeled boots that ended just below the knee. When Roberts had seen those boots on those shapely legs, his cock had started to stiffen immediately. His prick had been also helped along in its quest for freedom by seeing what Cindy'd been wearing up top for the interview. It was a pearl gray ribbed turtleneck sweater. The sweater fit her like a second skin, tightly stretched across her upper body to show her magnificent breasts provocatively confined beneath the soft gray fabric. The outline of what Roberts knew had to be a heavily-wired bra could be seen clearly through the tight fabric, the heavily-structured bra cups showing swells of warm flesh barely restrained by the confining cups. The turtleneck was the type with vertical ribs that flowed provocatively in and out around the pronounced mounds of her voluminous breasts, the shapely flowing lines emphasizing the immenseness of those tits even more. The pearl-gray color allowed devastatingly deep shadows to fall on her stomach beneath that imposing shelf, the deep gray tones emphasizing just how big her breasts really were.
To Roberts, her body was perfect.
He thought back to their first contact from less than a week ago. As usual, she'd been late to his first-period class and the girl could tell that Roberts hadn't been too happy with her punctuality. He'd made sure she noticed him check his watch as she'd taken her seat. He didn't say anything to her during class about it, actually barely looking her way as he'd given his history lesson. But as the class had ended and the other girls had trickled out, Roberts had called on her.
"Cindy, can I speak to you for a moment, please."
"Yes sir," Cindy had replied, nervously nibbling at her bottom lip as she made her way to the front of the class, her school books held with crossed arms over her massive breasts.
Roberts remained seated at his desk, continuing to make notes in his journal and not even looking at her as she approached. "What lunch period do you have this term?"
"Uh, fourth period, sir."
"Good, that's my designated lunch period as well. Be here no later than fifteen minutes after the start of fourth period. That should give you time to have something to eat. We need to talk."
Cindy was surprised that the professor hadn't even looked up from his note-taking once as he'd spoken, but just kept on going, as if she wasn't even there.
"Uh, okay. Yes sir. I'll be here." It was obvious the professor wasn't going to say anything more, so Cindy had turned and left.
If she'd had a rear-view mirror, she'd have seen Professor Roberts' eyes glued to her backside as it swayed provocatively back and forth as she'd exited the room. As Roberts watched that short little kilt sway teasingly back and forth against her curvy backside, he'd felt the delicious sensation as a pulsation of blood went right to his midsection. Fourth period couldn't come soon enough.
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