"Yes, Mr. Adams. I understand your concerns. We..."
"Yes, of course, the safety of your daughter is very important to us. We are..."
"Absolutely. Please be assured that we are doing everything we can to make sure that..."
"Yes...yes, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Adams. Good-bye."
Miranda ended the call and blew a frustrated sigh. That was the latest in an increasingly frequent series of calls from parents who had received disturbing messages from their children. Some, like Mr. Adams' daughter, had complained to their parents that the campus was becoming a playground of depravity, and they were worried about becoming sexual prey. Or, more common lately, students had posted lewd pictures or videos of themselves on social media - and when parents tried to contact them, they either didn't respond or did so in an uncharacteristically profane manner. "Sorry, Mom, I'm too busy fucking all these girls," had been the reply from one freshman, an honors student with a bright future ahead of him.
Things were getting out of control. There were alarming reports of classes turning into orgies, of dormitories becoming raucous sex dens. Every day, learning and discipline were giving way to hedonistic debauchery. As president of the university, everyone looked to her to restore order and ensure that the school did not descend into anarchy. She had to put a stop to this, once and for all.
"Lucy, would you come in here, please?"
Her assistant, a young, dark-haired intern, arrived a moment later. "Yes, Ms. Stone?"
"I'd like you to schedule a meeting with the leadership team at 11:00 this morning. Tell them it's urgent. Let me know if anyone can't be reached, or if they claim to be unavailable."
"I'll work on that right now. Anything else?"
"Just one more thing. I'm sure you've heard about all the...nonsense that's been going on around the campus lately?"
Lucy nodded. "I...yes, I have, Miss Stone."
"You need to be very careful out there. I don't want you to get caught up in this chaos, whatever it is. I need you to stay sharp, and be on your guard."
Lucy nodded again with a hint of a smile. "Of course. No need to worry about me, Miss Stone. I'll be just fine."
Miranda nodded. "Good. Thank you, Lucy, that will be all."
* * * * * *
The campus grounds looked like any ordinary college campus on a spring morning, peaceful and orderly. As she made her way to the administration building, Miranda looked over toward the library, where a boy and girl sat together on a bench, passionately kissing. It was a sweet, romantic scene - she had certainly had her share of boyfriends in her university years, and she remembered what it felt like, to be young and in love. But as she watched, the boy suddenly yanked the girl's blouse open and began to ardently kiss her breast, while his other hand delved under her skirt. Miranda watched in horrified fascination as the girl tilted her head back, her mouth open in a silent moan, allowing herself to be suckled and fondled, right here in broad daylight.
This was completely unacceptable. Miranda marched resolutely toward the young couple, intending to put a stop to the lewd behavior. "You there!"
They didn't seem to hear her at first; the girl had started to whimper softly, her thighs spreading further apart as the boy's tongue prodded her nipple.
"That's enough, you two!" The president had nearly reached the two students - and just in time, too, for the boy had just shoved his shorts down. "I said that's...enough..." Her words tapered off as he finally turned toward her, and her eyes were irresistibly drawn to the huge penis that dangled between his thighs.
"Morning, Miss Stone," said the boy, eyeing her with a confident smirk. "Anything I can do for you?"
My God, that cock! Miranda knew it was the last thing she should be doing right now, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it. Tantalizingly swollen, coated with purple veins like erotic lightning bolts. What would it feel like to touch it? To feel it pushing inside her? She licked her lips, her heart beating a little faster.
The boy started walking toward her. "How does my dick look?" He reached down and cradled the meaty organ, pointing it straight toward her. She could see a sliver of clear fluid peeking from its tip. "Would you like to touch it?" He took another step toward her. "Or maybe...taste it?"
Miranda took a step back, shaking her head, but she was breathing heavier now. She thought about reaching out and fondling that enticing male flesh, and it was madly tempting. She could see herself kneeling down on the grass, guiding it to her tongue, kissing it, stroking it, sucking it. Oh, God, she was heating up just thinking about it! Could she really do this? With a student? Out here in the open, for anyone to see?
"No!" she gasped, taking another step back, wresting her gaze away from his engorged phallus. "You...you need to get to class! Both of you!" She looked over and saw that the girl had started to masturbate while watching them, one hand pinching a taut nipple and the other down inside her panties, rubbing vigorously.
"Billy," gasped the girl. "I need you. Get over here."
The boy gave Miranda a lingering glance. "See you around, Miss Stone." Then he turned and sauntered back to the girl, who stared greedily at his cock as she leaned back and spread her thighs wide open.
As she walked away, Miranda heard the girl begin to moan loudly. Was he eating her pussy, or just outright fucking her? She didn't look back to find out; she didn't trust herself right now. She had been inches away from having sex with a student - something she had never dreamed of doing before. What had come over her? It was madness - the same sort of madness that seemed to be gripping the campus lately. Whatever it was, she had to put a stop to it.
With a shaky sigh, she made her way to the administration building, trying to ignore the nagging hunger between her legs.
* * * * * *
Leadership team meetings usually took place in a conference room on the third floor of the administration building. Miranda stepped off the elevator, finally having managed to regain her composure, only to yelp with surprise as a strong hand grabbed her arm and yanked her into a conference room.
"Ferguson! What..."
Dale Ferguson, head of campus security, placed his fingers on her lips, looking at her intently. "You need to be quiet," he said, his voice a low growl.
After a moment's hesitation, she nodded. Besides, she liked the way his fingers felt on her mouth, and he was keeping them there much longer than he needed to. His dark brown eyes locked with hers, and there was a fierceness in his gaze that sent a thrill of renewed lust through her. Her heart started to pound again. What was he going to do to her? And was she going to let him? She had a sudden, wild urge to open her mouth and start kissing his fingers.
But then he withdrew and glanced at his phone. "The leadership team has been compromised."
Miranda was still reeling, and it took her a moment to respond. "Compromised? How?"