"I'm taking it you like big, strong men. The pretty boys? Not just any random dick will do?"
"Uh huh." Emily just laughed, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
"Even though you've decided that you don't want to have kids, your instincts push you toward those who would be the best fathers, give your theoretical children the best chance of survival."
"I guess."
"No 'I guess' about it. The will to breed is very strong in all of us, as animals. This was why I asked you to study primate mating habits. I wanted you to see that animal brain take shape, so you could compare it to the more complicated field of human sexuality."
I watched him studiously as he continued his lessons. John Rivera had always been one of my favorite professors, in more ways than one. His hair was a dark silver, and my guess was he was in his late forties. I liked the look of him more than the college boys, and I won't even admit it to myself – he has nothing to do with nicknaming my dildo Johnny. I swear!
"Humans introduce a complicated player into the scene." He pointed to his head. "The brain. Our level of sapience throws understanding it into an indefinite science. The human brain can suppress that urge to breed, but can't be rid of it. It still guides us, but through the filter of our mind it manifests itself in ways you'll never expect."
He sat down behind his desk and pulled a stack of papers toward him.
"We'll further discuss the unique characteristics of the human mind in sexual response tomorrow. I'll also have your papers graded."
Just a reminder I'd screwed up, bad. I had no classes for a few more hours, and honestly it would have been wiser for me to pick classes closer together, but this was the only opening for a class with Professor Rivera, and I knew after I had biology with him last semester I wanted to take any credit I'd be able to manage with him.
It hurt me to disappoint him, but as the class filed out, I started my walk of shame up to his desk. "Hi, Professor Rivera." I averted my eyes.
"Sasha. So. You were late. Do you have your report I requested?"
"I'm sorry, Professor Rivera. I, uh, don't have it."
He sighed. "Do you at least have a good excuse?"
Truth is stranger than fiction. "Would you believe my dog ate it?"
He darted a crooked eyebrow at me. "Come again?"
"My dog ate my report. Wind blew it into his food bowl when I was sleeping. I guess gravy-coated paper is delicious."
"Disregarding the absurdity of this, don't you have a back up saved on your computer?"
"I wrote it longhand."
He placed a palm on his head. That's... not a good sign. "So, as a young adult in the twenty-first century, you're telling me that you wrote out your report longhand, despite the ready availability of storage media and the Internet so you'd be able to print it elsewhere, and then your dog ate your only copy. Your excuse is your dog literally ate your homework?"
He did make me feel a bit dense for not realizing I could have done that instead of using a pencil. "Yes. I'm telling the truth, Professor Rivera. Honest."
"You're one of my favorite students, Sasha, but I'm insulted you're trying something so brash on me. This is going to hurt your grade."
Ugh. I needed a B average to keep my scholarship, and while I loved Professor Rivera's teaching style, he didn't give out that many assignments. The few he did mattered, and missing one would hurt like hell academically. "Is there anything I can do to make up for it, Professor Rivera? Anything?"
"Hmm." He rested his chin on his hands, deep in thought. "Tell me, Sasha..."
"Yes, Professor Rivera?"
"Are you on birth control?"
"Excuse me?" My eyes went wide.
"I asked Emily such personal questions, and I'm not even asking you to answer in front of the class."
"No. I don't have a boyfriend right now, so I don't bother."
"And how far are you from your last period?"
I ran the schedule in my head. "About two weeks, give or take a few days."
"Excellent."
That's... an odd response.
"Sasha, I want to do a very special lesson in class tomorrow. I believe you would be a great assistant for the lesson. I'll be willing to forgive your failure here for your participation."
"What do I have to do?"
"It'll be your lesson too, Sasha, I can't give you advance information. That wouldn't be fair. But I'll require a quick examination of you to make sure you're a proper specimen for the lesson."
"All right, Professor Rivera. I'll do it. What do you need me to do?"
"Strip."
Was he speaking Greek just then? I didn't really understand what he said, and I looked at him as such.
"I need to do a physical examination, Sasha. Strip."
"Uh..."
"Come on, we're adults here."
"If you say so, Professor Rivera." My heart started beating a thousand times a minute. I began to hike up my t-shirt over my head, stopping at my breasts. I shook my head and pulled it over. I had the same camisole and panties on from the night before. What if he thinks I'm a slob? I placed my shirt on the desk.
"Don't worry about a thing, Sasha, I have this entire wing of the college to myself at this time of day."
I undid my jeans and began to push them down. Why does he need me naked? If I asked for one of those paper gowns, would I get it? Probably not. Those things are useless anyway. I kicked off my shoes as I let my pants hit the floor behind them. I suddenly felt really self-conscious, not being able to fully prepare myself this morning, especially with his eyes crawling all over me.
"You're looking fine today, Sasha. Two more pieces, then I can begin."
My camisole weighed as much as lead as I worked it up and over my head. I psyched myself up and hoisted it over, showing my favorite teacher my tits. My hands instinctively rushed to cover and shield them from him.
"You're going to have to get over that shame sooner rather than later. Get those panties off so we can continue."
Was he just doing this to look at me naked? Was my favorite teacher a pervert extorting sexual favors from his students? If he was, why didn't I mind too much? I sighed, removing my arms from my breasts, hooking my fingers into my panties and pushing them to the floor, stepping out of them. "What now, Professor Rivera?"
"Now we can begin." He approached me and I didn't dare look him in the eye, but I sensed the heat of his body near mine, his presence bearing over me, naked and vulnerable before him. My heart roared in anticipation of what he was planning. It almost morphed into a heart attack as he seized my breast, making me gasp. "Ah, breasts are definitely sexually responsive."
He rolled my nipple in his fingers, letting the tingling build in my tits. He did the same with his other hand, and I gritted my teeth, trying not to let it out that I was enjoying this – but did he want me to enjoy it? Fingertips slid down my sides and abdomen, every hair on my body standing to attention from his warming touch.
"You're taking pleasure in this, aren't you Sasha? Ah..." I nodded, but fingers plunged down past my mound and into my folds, another sudden shock, a stronger one, surging through my body. "Of course you are. Your sexual response and arousal are responding excellently. You'll do great for tomorrow’s lesson, but there's one more thing I have to be certain of."
The way he spoke as he ground two fingers deep inside my pussy added to my confusion, but somehow, I only wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. I knew there was something wrong about all this, but I didn't care. All of his violation suddenly reminded me of my need for release, and I was more than actively responding to his fingering.
There was a smile on his face, despite his clinical approach as he slid his digits in and out of me, teasing my clit with his thumb on every pass, spiking my desire with every motion. I wanted more from him, but he was focused only on fingering my pussy. I reached for my breasts, not receiving the stimulation I sought quickly enough, twisting myself in my own hands.
I couldn't hol
d in my voice anymore, my groans escaping my mouth as he continued pistoning his fingers. Ruthlessly efficient, the electricity concentrated on my clit, overwhelming me, I let out a massive moan. Powerful and direct, orgasm exploded through me, my legs giving out, and I expected myself to hit the floor. He was there, catching me, patting me on the back. "Good. Orgasmic responses are more than appropriate. A healthy, fertile young woman who is ovulating, you'll be perfect for the lesson, Sasha. You may get dressed."
I caught the grin on his face again, him holding me steady until I regained enough strength to stand on my own two feet. He then departed, leaving me alone in his classroom.
What the hell just happened? I picked up my panties and slid them on, trying to put on the rest of my clothes while letting my heart rest and my breath steady. Professor Rivera just finger fucked me – and I liked it. Way too much. That's not proper student-faculty relations. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's something in the handbook against that.
***
The rest of the school day was agonizing, my thoughts only focused on what Professor Rivera had planned for me, and what he had already done. I couldn't focus at all, and given my other professors were older women, I doubted they were interested in fingering me to make up for my academic failings.
Even when I got home, my mind was consumed with the thoughts. I knew one thing for sure though, I definitely wasn't going to be late to class tomorrow. Through the clouds of uncertainty there was something clear as day. I needed to be at that lesson tomorrow, and experience it. Whatever Professor Rivera was going to teach, it had to be important.
Alarm definitely set, clothes laid out, everything was perfect. I was going to be the first one there this time. My dreams were filled with endless possibilities, and as I headed out the door, I petted Donny, rubbing him behind the ear. Somehow, I didn't know how to thank him for opening this alluring mystery box for me.
***
He watched me as I took my seat, the other students filing in behind me. Professor Rivera paced a bit in front of the board. My mind raced as he cleared his throat. "Good morning, everyone."
Many people waved or mumbled their greeting. Mornings aren't the best times to speak to teenagers and twenty-somethings, but I was wide awake.
"Today, we have a very special lesson. I spoke yesterday of how breeding was the driving force behind human sexuality, a primal instinct we share with all animals. The biggest difference, of course, is the brain. For humans, it enriches the entire process from start to finish. I'm going to demonstrate this by showing the entire class a live breeding. Sasha, would you come to the front of the class, please?"
A live breeding? I swallowed as I stood. I did agree to this, didn't I? I tip toed to the head of the class and saw their eyes on me. They were confused and curious in their own way, but the uniting factor was all of their eyes were on me.
"Sasha here is a twenty year old woman, fertile, healthy, and most importantly, at the peak of her ovulation. Under the correct circumstances, she is at her best chance of conception. By those metrics alone, she is an excellent candidate for breeding."
Horror took my face. I had to have suspected this, but I had no inclination to run away from this class, especially since I had strong idea of who I would be bred by.
"So let us begin. I will expect you all to take notes throughout this lesson. This is a classroom, not a sex show." He stood close to me. "Take a look at Sasha here. Right now, she is nervous, uncertain of our agreement. But we are all nervous when we enter into an intimate situation, even if we don't show it. Will we please our partner? Can we trust them fully? Will they care for us in return? These are human concerns. Dogs care not about this."
Some people in the class took notes. Some just stared, and some had pulled out camera phones. They were recording this, and it'd probably go up on the Internet somewhere, the entire world seeing what was going to happen to me. Professor Rivera grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and began pulling it up. I resisted for a few seconds before letting my arms raise. I couldn't be bred with clothes on, could I?
"Shame is another uniquely human concept. You can see it on Sasha's face." He pulled down my skirt, kicking off my shoes again to facilitate the process. His strong hands were on my hips, mine at my sides. "Sasha isn't comfortable being in a state of undress before the entire class. Society has conditioned her that this is wrong, our increased cognition working against our happiness in some ways. A chimp, for example, doesn't care if you can see their genitals."
Professor Rivera's hands slid up my skin and pressed into my breasts through the bra, a sensuous touch, each hand getting more than enough flesh and fabric as he jiggled them and presented them to the class.
"The brain also plays with us in other ways. The same shame that represses us can drive us. What evidence is showing of Sasha embracing these ideas, her shame becoming her arousal?"
Answers were called out, from boys very focused on the lesson. "Her tits are hard!"
Heavy eyes devoured my body, going down to my last vestiges of modesty. "Her panties are wet!"
"This is a classroom, gentlemen. The proper phrasing is that her nipples have become erect and her vagina has lubricated itself. But semantics. Sasha here has started to like the idea of everyone here watching her. A paraphilia, perhaps, but it has turned something taboo like public nudity to something that's so wrong that it’s right for her. And that's just fine. The only reason we don't walk around naked is because we're nonsensical prudes, after all."
He unhooked my bra, swiping it away from me, exposing my breasts fully to the class. Was I being turned on by the class watching me like he said? All of their eyes on me. The attention focused on my nudity. I was usually the quiet girl, studious, but today I was the star, boys admiring my body, those cameras wanting to share my secrets with the world.
He pushed my panties to the ground and I stepped out of them, keeping my hands at my sides, letting eyes devour me fully. He ran a finger down into my folds, slicking against the building wetness already there. "You can now see plainly her face is flushed, and yes, that she is more than ready for a good, solid fucking."
"I thought we weren't supposed to use words like that, Professor Rivera?" a voice from the crowd piped up, but their eyes never left me.
"Ah, but this is part of the lesson. Dirty talk. We don't do it just to be funny. We do it to heighten the arousal, our communications of our intent making our brains crazy with desire. Foreplay, as we call it. It also takes a physical form." He bent in front of me, a hand guiding one of my breasts toward his mouth, latching onto me.
A moan escaped. My favorite teacher was now suckling on my teats, in front of the whole class. I should have been panicking, his tongue slathered on, tracing my areola, letting that good tingling build and ripple through my torso and spread through the rest of me.
He pulled away, much to my regret. "Now, the breasts aren't a part of the reproductive system. They have no direct relationship to the act of breeding, except in our minds. Our brain’s subconscious turns us to these cues. Sasha’s breasts are ripe for suckling and are delicious. I know that any children I sire with her will be well fed, so I worship them as much as anything else on her body."
Thoughts of being bred by Professor Rivera. Why did I like it so much? It was wrong, this was all against the rules. Something so wrong could be so right, however...
"The term child bearing-hips, as another example." He placed his hands on my hips, his teasing, stopping and starting nature on my sensitive parts only making me long for him to do more. "Hips aren't a prerequisite to motherhood, but hips like Sasha’s mean she will give birth easier, and that I am more likely to get even more children out of her, the greater chance to pass on my genes."
He ran fingers through my hair, and lowered his head toward me. He wanted to kiss me, and this suddenly seemed so much more intimate. I gulped and realized through the fog of uncertainty, I wanted this, so bad. I kissed him back, allowing his tongue to delve into me, and exp
lore me in return, letting my mind rush with the sweeping sensations he brought me with his hands, his clothes against my skin, and everything else. I cried out when he snapped his mouth away from me.
"A kiss means nothing for the furtherance of procreation. But to our primal minds, it soothes that nervousness, builds that bond of romance and love, telling the insecurities we have to shut up and let us enjoy it. Also, it feels pretty awesome." He lifted me off my feet, and sat me on his desk, the hardwood pressing against my skin. He started to take off his own shirt, button-by-button. "Ultimately, the purpose of foreplay is to build that desire further. While it’s not necessary for successful breeding, you increase your chances of fertilization, as I will elaborate upon later."
I clawed at his back, seeing the class still watching us with utter enthrallment over his shoulder. I was such a slut – in a good way. He kissed me again, this time on my neck, down my chest, across my abdomen, before pushing me down onto his desk, his warm breath flowing over my labia and soaked folds.
Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue into my slit, lapping up and down and sliding the organ inside me. His fingers followed, prodding my moist and tender channel, poking into my clit, building electricity and intense pleasure within. I grabbed him by the hair, trying to keep him there, to make him deliver me to nirvana.
I moaned loud enough for the entire class to hear, my head rolling to the side, watching them watch me. My thighs tensed, pulsed, letting me build toward release, the sensations of pleasure so great. My final orgasm was on the horizon, only for him to again pull away, my cries becoming sorrowful as he departed.
"Sasha is now yearning for me more than ever, her sexual frenzy preparing her for the most basic of goals in our life – to breed. She wants me inside her, more than anything else in the world, for me to finish bringing her to climax. In response," he took off his belt and pushed down his pants, showing off his already rigid member spilling forth, lacking the shame I did. "She has appealed to my desire to please. We all have things that individually turn us on sexually, and for me, it's turning quiet girls like Sasha into cock-hungry sluts."
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