As a relatively young professor at a university you must face the question regarding student relationships. My general rule was to keep it professional. Every semester my lecture hall would be filled with young, horny, nubile teenagers recently freed from their parents control and extremely sexually active. Although I'm comparably young in comparison to the other professors there still was a better part of two decades between us.
And whether they liked my subject matter or not sooner or later came the girls that just ended up liking my personality. Some would stay after to chat and ask questions, others would ask for extra help at some time where we could be alone, others still would invite me to parties or walk and talk with me on the way to class. Some would go as far as to wear dresses and skirts, spreading obviously to give me a glimpse.
Despite this, I always kept it professional, even at times that were very very difficult. The rational part of my brain would kick in – these are hormonal girls who can love you one week and have an emotional breakdown the next. It was best to just avoid the whole landscape. But then came Pamela and Carla.
Pamela and Carla came from the same town and were best friends in high school and brought their tightly knit high school personalities to college, one always reinforcing the others immature behavior. They were both intelligent but neither took their work seriously. They would pay attention enough to pass but often spent a lot of time making jokes to each other at the back of the room. They would catch me looking disapprovingly at them and I had spoken to them a couple of times just to engage them further. But because they were intelligent they also knew how to get the things they missed from guys who sat near them. They used their attractiveness to their advantage in this way.
During that first semester there were many instances where Pamela, Carla, and I would end up in the same locations. I often walked by their soccer field when they practiced for the team, we would see each other at the school fitness center, and walking around campus in addition to having class with me. Before long these girls would say "Hi Mr. Smith!" to me and giggle, like there was a secret joke behind their greeting. Respectfully and politely I responded but the frequency got to the point where there really was something deeper. One day passing each other at a usual crossing in a hall after class came the usual smothering of laughter coupled with a greeting.
"What is so funny that you have to laugh every time we run into each other?" I ask with curious confidence. Taken slightly aback they look at each other in the eyes and quickly look back at me. "Oh nothing!" Pam says. "If it were nothing, then you'd greet me like nothing, but there's something." "Mr. Smith, trust me, you don't want to know. Pam is not normal," Carla says laughing harder now. "If you have a criticism about the way I teach," I say, "then please share it with me. I am open to constructive criticism. I know you two have some difficulty paying attention back there." "No, Mr. Smith, you don't understand," Carla says, "it's not about how you teach, it's about what she wants to do to you!" Carla blurts out and then gives a shocked smile back at her friend whose grin widened and face reddened in embarrassment. "Carla!" Pam yelled, "I'm not the one who said you wouldn't mind him tying you up and giving you a spanking!" Cara gasped, "What! I did not say that!" but her grin gave everything away. Without thinking, I spoke: "Ladies, with the childish antics I see in class its clear you both could use a spanking."
Silence. Both girls contemplated the tantalizing line that they had only joked about crossing but now they had reached it. As for me, I didn't even realize the words that were coming out of my mouth. Their behavior annoyed me but because they had such an attachment to me I instinctively felt that I had a responsibility to correct them and teach them how to behave right. And I felt, almost just as instinctively on their part, they had approached me because they felt comfortable being taught by me. Since both girls were such good friends they were willing to be completely intimate on everything but now they felt that they had been propositioned, and in a way I guess I did.
Pam was the first to open her mouth, attempting to keep the joking tone going but asking more meekly, "Mr. Smith! Where would you even do this?" Next to us was a classroom I knew wouldn't be used until the evening and I had the key for it. It was windowless and had a room in the back corner for lab equipment but was big enough to have a large black science table in its center. I walked over to the door, unlocked it, and held it open. They both looked wide-eyed at each other and walked in. Carla walked right over to the professor's desk and sat on it while Pam stood invitingly at her side. They kept looking at each other with giddy anticipation. I continued to follow my instinct, not knowing what I was going to say or do next, but not skipping a beat either.
The door slams tight behind me and I approach the girls slowly looking at them each up and down, making them blush. I size them up and as I do I approach Carla. I slowly run my hand through the back of her long black hair that fell midway down her back with an ivory body. She was the more beautiful of the two although Pam was cute. Carla's breasts were slightly bigger and her ass fit in her pants so much better but both Pam and Carla were about the same height and weight. Nobody would question Pam's attractiveness either but in place of what she was missing physically she had a more bold personality than Carla. This is why I started with Carla, pulling her lips to mine slowly, and kissing her.
As Carla and I began to slowly making out Pam stares at us in shock. In their small town they never imagined this happening, their life was boring and their parents were always telling them what to do. But now she's seeing her professor making out with her best friend and she doesn't know whether to be happy, shocked, confused, or jealous and all emotions crossed her face as she watched. I pulled Carla into me, running my hand along her body, slipping it up her shirt and feeling her flat stomach. Her body responded, pushing into mine, letting herself give way to me inches from her friend.
"Uh, hello, I'm still here!" Pam obnoxiously interrupts. My primal instincts once again take over.
"You get a special punishment," I say briefly letting go of Carla to walk up to her and rub my hand through her hair but this time I grab close to her roots and pull her down to her knees. I unzip my pants and pull out the rock hard cock that Carla had given me. I push her head down onto my dick and without further prompting she takes it deep and continues going. I return back to making out with Carla as she watches her best friend suck my solid thick cock. I slide my hand up her skirt, slide her panties aside, and push two fingers inside feeling a pussy so wet and tight that I felt like I was a teenager again forcing me to push my cock deeper into Pam's throat, pinning her head against the desk.
Before long I order them to strip each other for me and they do so willingly now knowing they're both in it together. I take them to the back room and order them onto the table – perfectly obedient they get on with their permanent smiles attached. As I rummage through the supplies I order them to kiss each other. As I get the rope I pause to admire how passionately they're sharing their kiss – like sisters from different parents they could connect on the deepest levels and share all of their experiences together. I tie each of their arms behind their back while they kiss. They appear to get lost in each other as they kiss, exploring their own intimate relationship facilitated by me.
I walk around to the front once both of their arms are securely aligned down the center of their backs. With my cock still out I take them both by the hair and lay them down so they're flat on their stomachs and direct their heads to my throbbing length in which they both begin to share. I direct Pam to the balls and I give the shaft to Carla. Pam eagerly takes the full pair into her mouth and tongues the inside of my thigh while Carla licks from bottom to the top and buries my inside of her mouth.
Once I have filled my desire for my cock to be worshipped I lay Carla on her back, her arms still buried beneath her. Then I walked over to Pam and took her by the face, with my hand holding her chin, and had her look me in the eyes.
“You're going to eat out your little friend there and make her cum, do you understand me?” I say firmly. She nods her head slowly in agreement and I push her head between Carla's young perfect thighs and Pam begins to lick them, slowly making her way up to her tight perfect pussy. As she does I admire Pam's own tight teen cunt, but I still hold off on penetrating either, savoring the moment. I can tell by Carla's gasps and Pam's meek hesitation that despite being such close friends they've never pleasured each other before and my cock throbbed at the fact that they needed me to facilitate it for them. Women don't always feel sexually attracted to a woman, but when directed by a dominant man who desires to see women pleasing each other, some are suddenly willing to do anything you ask, even with their best friend.
Carla looked like she was enjoying herself too and I walk over to head head which is at the edge of the table. She recognizes that I am inches from her face as she opens her intense blue eyes and reaches her head over and takes me into her mouth sucking me in sync with the pleasure Pam was giving her at the other end. When Carla began to suck with such intensity while moaning into me I knew that she was about to cum. Bucking her hips into Pam's wet, make-up smeared face Carla screams into my cock as I pinch her perfect tits.
As her mouth begins to loosen around my cock and she shudders with pleasure shooting up and down her body I pull myself from her and begin to lick and suck her tits – firm c-cups- pushed into my mouth as she heaves. Pam continues to tease her lightly, letting her enjoy the orgasms slowly dissipating within her. Then I pull Pam up by her hair and have her suck Carla's other breast. I stand up and walk behind Pam as she now lays on top of Carla. I pull their legs to the edge of the table and before long I am pushing my thick 8 inch cock into Pam's soaked tight cunt. With her mouth filled with Carla's tit she only stifles out a moan, both of pain and pleasure.
As I thrust into her Pam continues to moan, her body getting pushed up further onto Carla's as I begin to find my rhythm, Carla's tit falling from her mouth. She seeks Carla's lips now for something else to work while I push deeper and harder into her sweet young cunt. Carla and Pam make out, their bodies pressed against each other. It doesn't take long for my desire for variety kicks in and I pull out of Pam and push into Carla's equally tight pussy. They only seem to kiss each other with more fervor when this happens.
Before long I both have them on their knees and I give them each the spankings I know they've fantasized about turning their bottoms red. I crawl up onto the table myself to take turns fucking them each doggy style. I have to steady my thoughts because I need to remain in control as both reach fever pitches in their pleasure. Pam cums once, then Carla twice, then Pam again. Each time becoming more relaxed, a little sluttier, a little more willing to spread wider. Pam was the dirtier one begging me to fuck her harder and deeper. Carla just moaned and would lose herself in the pleasure.
When it came time to cum I decided it would be in Carla. We didn't talk about it but I didn't go this far following my primal instincts to let reason interrupt now. What we were doing was hot, intimate, and consensual all around and I was going to take it to its natural conclusion. I pump Carla's pussy hard making her scream but luckily her panties were still on the table and I stuffed them into her mouth. Pam watched with intense fascination. I growled with aggression as I channeled my desire to cum finally pumping a heavy thick white load deep inside of her.
As I drained the last drop inside of her I kept my cock pushed deep in Carla. As I slowly pull myself out Pam watches with astonishment to see my cock coated in both my cum and Carla's and still rock hard. I tell Carla to push herself with her knees to the front of the table and obediently she does so. Pam knows what to do without me telling her and she begins to eat the cream pie I made for her. Meanwhile she moans deep as I slide my cumsoaked cock into her. It takes only a minute for the desire to cum again to return and I pump her pussy even harder that Carla's. I fuck her so hard her face is buried in Carla's ass and pussy but I can tell by Pam's moans that she loves it. This took me over the edge one more time and I came inside of her as well. I untie them and order Pam on top of Carla to finish off with a 69 watching them share their juices and my cum together.
For the rest of the year Pam and Carla were perfectly well behaved in my class and began to take their studies more seriously. Sometimes lessons are best taught in private.
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