He walked over to her. "Look, Miranda, as far as I can tell, this is happening to everyone. I've had to fire and replace over half my staff in the past week. And I'd be lying if I said I was immune. I mean, part of me wants to..."
Her breath caught as he gazed at her lips for a moment.
"But I don't," he said, looking away. "I stay in control. Just like you. We know what's right, and we've got to stick to that. It won't be easy, I know. But with discipline, we'll get through this."
She nodded. "You're right. Thanks, Dale. I'm glad you're on my side."
"Always."
She sat down. "Right, so let's talk about next steps. For starters, I guess we're going to need a new leadership team."
* * * * * *
When Miranda arrived home that evening, she felt edgy and anxious. After calling in a security team to disband the orgy in the conference room and escort its members off the campus, she and Dale had worked out some measures that they hoped would restore some semblance of order. There would be a curfew, for one thing - though transgressions no longer seemed limited to nighttime. Despite the recent heat wave, a strict dress code would be implemented - girls wouldn't be permitted to stroll around in bikinis or lingerie, and boys had to wear shirts and more than just tight-fitting boxer briefs. Public displays of affection would be prohibited - anything more than hand-holding would lead to severe punishments.
Would it work? Only time would tell.
Tonight, though, she just wanted to relax and forget about everything. She was going to treat herself to a long, hot bath with her phone turned off.
As the water filled the tub, she eased out of her clothes, marveling at how good it felt to be naked at last. The weather had been oppressively humid lately, and the cool air on her bare flesh was like a soothing balm. She turned and caught her reflection in the tall mirror. At forty-seven, her body wasn't what it used to be. But maintaining a disciplined diet and exercise routine had kept her fairly fit, and she was quite happy with the results. In fact, studying her reflection right now, she thought she looked better than she had in a while. Her breasts seemed a little more perky than usual, and she suddenly found herself wondering what Dale Ferguson would think if he walked into the room right now and saw her like this. The thought of that brought a smile to her lips. Would he be able to maintain his celibate 'discipline' if she tried to seduce him? Would his eyes follow her finger as she lazily slid it from her neck toward her left breast? Would he stare hungrily as she circled her areola, watching as the nipple swelled and stiffened? Her breath hitched, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her when she touched the rock-hard tit. It felt amazing! Her mouth hung open as she watched her fingertip brush back and forth across the turgid nub. Why was it so sensitive tonight? She often touched her nipples while masturbating, but this sensation was off the chart. She began to moan softly, her fingers now pinching and pulling. She was getting horny as hell, and she had to do something about it.
She kept watching herself in the mirror. While one hand took turns teasing each nipple, the other slid down toward her crotch. She groaned as she found that sweet, sweet spot and began to rub. "Oh God," she whispered. "So...good..." She stared into her own eyes and saw them dazed with lust. It felt as though she was looking at a stranger, a woman overpowered by raw, aching need. What was happening to her? She licked her lips, stroking herself faster, more insistently, her pussy now slick and feverish. Sinking to the floor, she whimpered at the force of the oncoming orgasm. Her heart pounded; her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. What would Dale do if he saw her now, tugging her nipples, rubbing frantic circles around her swollen clit? Would he give in to her at last? Would he fuck her? Would he fuck her with his hard cock? Miranda groaned like an animal, throaty and savage, as the climax took her. Waves of ecstasy tore through her mind, making her oblivious to everything else.
By the time she regained her senses, the water in the bathtub had started to overflow. Cursing, she scrambled over to the faucet and turned it off, then let some of the water drain. A moment later, she slid into the hot water and sighed with satisfaction. She'd clean up the water on the floor later; right now, she just needed to catch her breath. She hadn't had a freight-train orgasm like that in a long time. The aftershocks were still rippling through her body, and she shuddered with delight. What had come over her? She thought about seeing that boy's swollen cock this morning, then watching her leadership team devolve into a pack of naked, rutting animals. Was she starting to become infected with that same sort of hunger? She didn't feel any different, really; in fact, she felt vibrant and sexy and...powerful. She felt like she could have anything she wanted. Or anyone.
Her mind drifted back to that boy this morning. The way he had swaggered toward her, brandishing that gorgeous cock. She had felt vulnerable and confused at the time, completely unprepared for the desire that had threatened to overpower her. What if she would have simply stood her ground, letting him come to her? What if she had reached down and grasped his organ, feeling its hot, hard girth in her palm? She would have stroked him, slowly at first, brushing her fingertips over the thick, bulbous head. He wouldn't have stopped her, especially not when she started to go faster. She would have stared into his eyes, gauging the progress of his mounting pleasure, savoring each groan as she methodically pumped him. How long would it have taken before he gave that final gasp, his body quaking, his hot semen spilling onto her pant leg? She could have done this to him, making him see that she was in charge, taking command of his lust - not the other way around.
She would never do something like that, of course. Having sex with a student would be unimaginably wrong. The fantasy of it, though, was...intoxicating. Sliding deeper into the warm water, she found that her nipples were erect again, her pussy throbbing with need. How could she be so horny again? Maybe this was exactly what had happened to so many women on campus lately - indulging in a seemingly harmless orgasm, then another soon after, then another, unaware that each torrent of ecstasy was a step toward becoming a hopeless sex addict? Would she, too, soon start prowling around the campus in skimpy clothes, shamelessly seducing anyone who crossed her path?
She smiled to herself. No, that was ridiculous. She was just a little frisky tonight, that was all. It had been well over a week since she had last serviced herself. Plus, with all that had been going on lately, she deserved to relax and enjoy herself a little. With that thought in mind, she cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing her pert nipples. Yes, this was what she wanted - just a little harmless thrill, a little diversion to take the edge off. Her right hand snaked down into the water, finding that needy spot between her legs. Oh, it was so good! That boy's cock squirmed into her imagination again; she could picture it as if he were here, now, dangling it in front of her. She licked her lips as her fingers went to work, rubbing languorous laps up and down her slit. It was just a fantasy, she told herself - a lurid fantasy in which she forgot all about ethics and just spread her thighs wide open, inviting him to fuck her. She moaned loudly, the warm bath water churning as her fingers rubbed harder. The orgasm was building faster this time. What would it feel like, to get that hard prick inside her? To feel it churning her pussy? Oh, God, just thinking about that, it was going to make her come! Her breath came in quick, sharp gasps as she twiddled her clit, imagining herself getting fucked mercilessly by that virile young man. She would never do it, not in a million years. She would never become a slave to sex. But she was on the brink, and the thought of that forbidden, delightful penis plowing into her sent her right over the edge. Her hips bucked as she groaned helplessly, sprawling headfirst into wave after wave of delirium.
After what felt like an hour, her mind finally started to clear. The water in the bath had cooled, and the candles were burning low. She let out a breath. Wow. That climax had been even more powerful than the first. She had never had one like that before; the pleasure had been staggering. She could still feel its echoes coursing through her. It felt like a drug, and part of her wanted to get that high again.
No, she told herself. That was enough excitement for one night.
She dried herself off, trying to ignore the tingling sensations as the towel slid over her skin, caressing her nipples, her crotch.
She tried to read for a while, but found it hard to concentrate. She felt restless, and her thoughts kept wandering back to what she had seen today, and what she had done with herself upstairs in the bathroom. After rereading the same paragraph three times in a row, she gave up and decided to call it a night.
Climbing the stairs, she could feel her groin starting to stir again. Maybe just a little self-stimulation before bed? It might help her to fall asleep. Or...it might just make her want it even more. No, she couldn't risk it - not if she wanted to stay sane.
Looking in the mirror after she brushed her teeth, she saw that her cheeks were flushed. The hungering ache in her vagina was growing stronger. And now the sash of her robe had come undone - had she done that? Her gaze flickered over the swell of her breasts, down to her belly button, and further still to the tuft of dark pubic hair. Oh, it would feel so good to touch herself again! To just let go and surrender to the desire...
No. No, no, no, no! She was not going to let that happen. Closing her robe, she looked herself in the eye, willing herself to maintain control. She was the president of this university. Everyone was counting on her to find out what was causing this plague of depravity, and to put a stop to it. Her job was on the line, and so was the safety of all those students, both the girls and the...boys.
Was it right to call them boys anymore? With their chins coated with stubble, with their lean, muscular bodies - they were men, really. Young and fresh, full of strength and vigor. Each of them endowed with wondrous male organs that could grow and stiffen. They were made for pleasure and mating...just like she was.
Her pussy was throbbing irresistibly now, its salacious call pervading her senses. She placed her hands flat on the bathroom counter, trying to stem the tide of lust that was threatening to drown her. It was taking all her willpower not to reach down and start fingering herself. She looked at her face in the mirror. Yes, she was the president of the university - but she was also a woman. And right now, she was an exceptionally horny woman. She'd already done it twice - once more couldn't hurt, could it? Who knows, maybe it would actually grant her some sort of protection when she returned to the campus - giving herself a few orgasms tonight, so that she wouldn't crave them tomorrow. At the very least, it might cure her restlessness and help her get some sleep tonight.
