Golden Hills University 02 {Stephen Gray}
Things had been changing at the campus lately.
As he drove in this morning, Professor Grant had seen the usual parade of joggers. That was nothing new; most of the students here were committed to staying fit and exercising regularly. But the girls - something was different about the girls now. Their breasts seemed to have blossomed in the past few days, and now they were wearing tight shorts that barely covered what they needed to cover.
Ordinarily, he was not the kind of guy who stared at a woman's body. Oh, he indulged in the occasional porn surfing while his wife was away, and he liked to tease himself with fantasies about some of the exceptionally beautiful students in his classes. But in real life, where there were real consequences, he avoided looking below the neck. He was a happily married professor, and he had no wish to jeopardize his comfortable life by getting involved with a student.
But this morning, he had been staring. Their bodies practically begged him to look. Those breasts...holy hell! They seemed way too big for the sports bras that tried to contain them. His cock stirred as he drove past a trio of bouncing girls, their pony tails wagging, their round bottoms swaying rhythmically. At a red light, he watched a parade of bare midriffs and sweaty, bulging tits. One of them smiled and waved at him as she crossed the street - Theresa, from his afternoon class. He waved back and watched her pass by, imagining what it would be like to yank those shorts down and finger her young pussy. Then the car behind him beeped, and he realized the light had turned green.
It had been like that all morning. As he walked through the campus, all he saw were T-shirts, halter tops, tank tops - a sea of sweet, young, beautiful tits. What was going on? Had they all suddenly entered a second round of puberty over spring break? Or had he just never noticed before, how sexy these girls looked, sauntering past him in their tight shirts and skimpy shorts? Smiling at him, greeting him with cheerful energy, as if completely unaware of the sexual energy they radiated.
And then he had seen Katie and Christine coming up the path. They were wearing audacious orange string bikinis - the kind with laces on the hips, making it look like a single tug would be enough to reveal those sweet little twats. They were obviously aware of the attention they were drawing, flashing smiles at every guy they passed. When they saw him, Katie whispered into Christine's ear, and both of them giggled mischievously.
"Morning, Professor!" Christine almost sang the words in a lilting, girlish way.
"Good morning, Christine. Katie." He tried to play it cool. They were students, after all. It wasn't like he was going to start sucking their tits or something.
"How do you like our outfits?" Christine licked her lips as Katie ran a finger down the fabric that was barely concealing her left breast, and he could see a bump in the cloth where her taut nipple was trying to poke through.
"Umm...a little too...revealing, don't you think?"
Christine shrugged and smiled. "Oh, I can reveal a lot more than this. A lot more." She glided closer to him, until her full breasts almost touched his shirt. "Would you like that, Professor?"
He couldn't answer; he looked at her and felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to pull her close and start fondling her beautiful young body. His cock was growing stiffer each second. As if sensing his arousal, Christine drew even closer, until he could feel her firm tits pressing against him. "What do you want to do, Professor?" she whispered.
"I..." He looked down at her soft, parted lips. I could have her, he thought. The idea struck him like an erotic thunderbolt, threatening to override his reason. I could kiss that sweet mouth, I could send my hand inside that bikini and start stirring her crotch. She's practically inviting me to do it. Maybe she's already wet...
"I can't," he gasped. He didn't push her away; he didn't dare to put his hands on that sensational body. "I...have work to do." With an effort, he pulled himself away from her and hurried toward the lecture hall, not daring to look back.
"No problem...I'll see you later, Professor!" Both girls started giggling again and continued walking.
What had come over him? He was a professional educator; he should have reprimanded Christine for unseemly conduct. Instead, he had barely been able to resist kissing her, and who knows where that would have led? Even now, here in the safety of his quiet office, he could still picture that orange bikini, those smiling lips. His cock had not settled down yet. Maybe he should just masturbate now and get it out of his system.
Then Allison walked in.
Grant had never liked Allison. She was the worst kind of student - lazy and spoiled. She was used to getting her own way, and she seemed to think that simply paying tuition entitled her to a passing grade in every class, no matter how little effort she put into her work. She was always complaining about the scores he gave her on papers and exams, and he dreaded seeing her in his office.
But not today. His eyes went straight to her red plaid miniskirt, white stockings, and the creamy thighs in between. Her long, wavy black hair dangled down over the shoulders of a white blouse with way too many buttons undone. Her breasts, of course, looked huge, and his cock was squirming again as she stood there, smiling, as if inviting him to look her over.
"Yes, Allison?" He forced his voice to be calm, as if she wasn't a sexy young woman he would be thrilled to fuck.
She closed the door behind her, then turned to face him again. "I want to talk to you about my grades."
"What about...them...?" Grant's voice trailed off as she began to unfasten her remaining buttons. Oh, fuck, she wasn't even wearing a bra. "Um...what are you doing?"
"You gave me a D on my mid-term," she said. "I think a deserve an A." She opened her blouse.
Grant tried not to look. He really did. But those soft bulges, those puffy pink areolae, those tits that were already stiff with lust - these were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"You wanna suck them?"
He shook his head, but his gaze never left her chest as she strolled slowly around his desk. "I think you do," she purred. "I think you want to suck them."
She wasn't wrong. But it WAS wrong! What was he thinking? He should have ordered her out of his office. This was the kind of thing that got teachers fired and publicly disgraced. And Natalie - his loving wife of twelve years - how could he do this to her? How could he just sit here and allow this sexy young student to sit on his lap and offer her succulent breasts to him?
"Go ahead," she murmured. "I want you to."
He was still staring at her tits, right in front of him now. God, they looked so good! "Um...look, Allison...you're very pretty, but..."
She leaned forward and nudged a stiff nipple into his mouth.
Well, what else could he do? Lust had been building inside him all morning, and his self-control was melting down at the sight of these supple, delightful breasts. His tongue flickered against her protruding flesh, and then he started sucking. He sucked her nipple with the enthusiasm of an infant, his tongue swirling and caressing the turgid nub, making her sigh with pleasure. His hands slid under her blouse and began to explore her body as she held his head to her breast. He was lost. Blind with lust, he fondled and suckled her, heedless of the terrible consequences. His cock was rock hard now, and he had to have her. His hand delved inside her skirt, inside her panties, and found her wet slit. She moaned softly as he began to stroke her, up and down, up and down, then worming inside her.
"Oh, Professor," she whispered hotly into his ear. "You keep that up, you're gonna make me come..."
He rubbed her hungry twat harder and faster, eagerly licking her swollen nipples. He wanted to make her come...he was desperate to make her come. What was happening to him? She wrapped her arms around him, her lips on his neck, her breath coming in sharp gasps as his fingers danced on her clit. Then came the moan he had been waiting for, her body clinging to him as her pussy quivered. He just kept stroking her, eliciting sweet, soft cries while she jerked and trembled.
He swiped the contents of his desk to the floor and lay her down on top of the mahogany, staring at her as he began to unfasten his belt and trousers.
"Are you gonna fuck me now, Professor?" she teased. "I think you are. You're gonna fuck your hot young student. You got a taste of her amazing tits, and it drove you wild. And now you need more, don't you?" He slid his pants and briefs down, and her eyes gleamed at his raging erection. "Oooh, I like that cock. You're gonna stuff that big, hard thing into my sweet little pussy, aren't you? Oh, it's gonna feel so good..."
He tugged her skirt and panties off, revealing her beautiful, glistening slit. Yeah, he was going to fuck her. He just had to. He had never in his life seen anything so irresistibly sexy as the hot young girl who lay before him, smiling lasciviously, fingering her tits, spreading her thighs, inviting him to plunge his throbbing dick inside her, inviting him to plunge headlong down a path of ruin and condemnation. He knew it was wrong, horribly wrong, but that didn't stop him from guiding his eager cock to her slavering lips.
She groaned as his thick organ sank inside her. His cock looked and felt larger than ever before, and the sensation of sliding into her hot, wet vagina was a pleasure beyond comprehension. She mewled softly as he began to fuck her, slowly, savoring each plunge into her horny flesh.
"Oh, fuck, Professor...that feels so nice...you fuck real good..."
Thrusting, thrusting, in and out, in and out, he hated her, he hated what he was doing, but there was no way he could stop. Her cunt was too delicious. He had to keep fucking her, fucking her sweet sex while her dirty words swam through his fevered mind.
"...how's my pussy?...You...*ungh*...you like screwing...*ungh*...my hot little pussy...don't you? *ungh* Don't you, Professor?"
"Yeah, I like fucking you," he growled through half-gritted teeth. He was becoming an animal, grunting savagely as his thick organ slurped in and out of her gooey hole. Student or not, he was going to come inside her. It was too late to turn back. His cock was swelling now, ready to burst. He needed it, needed to pour his seed into this sexy little slut.
"...fuck me...ohhh...fuck me harder...harder...ohhh...you're gonna...you're gonna make me..."
She tilted her head back and moaned loudly, her fingers clawing at the desk beneath her. He kept fucking her, his cock surging into her slippery twat at a frantic pace while his eyes drank in the sight of her naked, quivering body. This was it...he could feel his orgasm building, the semen boiling up. He was really going to do it...he was going to fuck his cum inside her...just a few more thrusts...
He moaned in helpless bliss as his dick began to spurt into her young cunt. He had never had an orgasm like this before. Leaning over her in a daze of ecstasy, his throbbing cock still gliding in and out of her sopping pussy, he just kept pumping her full of hot spunk. Time froze, the world dissolved, and all he knew was that thrilling sensation.
