Office Hours [Mff] [ff] [handjob] [oral] [creampie] [professor-student]

Professor Watney was reading the newspaper in his office when the two freshmen students stopped by. It was technically Office Hours, and while most days no students showed up, he felt it was still his duty to be available just in case. His office was located in a quiet part of the basement of the science complex, and passers-by were rare, let alone students with questions.

“Hi ladies,” the professor said, “Are you lost? Which room are you looking for?”

“Uh, isn’t this your Office Hours? I’m Cameron, from your Anatomy lab?” the first girl asked, even though it wasn’t really a question.

“Oh, right, right, Cameron,” Professor Watney stammered, then looked at the other girl, “And you are, uh…” It wasn’t that he was bad at memorizing people’s names. But for his freshmen sections, he’d long ago stopped bothering to try.

The two girls looked at each other. Watney couldn’t read the meaning of the glance.

“I’m Lacy,” the other girl said.

“Of course, yes, and so Cameron and Lacy, come in, take a seat,” he said, “What can I help you with? How is your takehome lab coming?”

Professor Watney’s office wasn’t large, and the only sitting area was an old couch opposite a bookcase overfilled with publications and binders. Watney hastily cleaned stacks of papers off the couch, then sat down at his desk chair and leaned back.

“Well, it’s the takehome lab that we have a question about, actually,” Cameron said, folding her skirt down to sit on the couch, resting on the front edge as if sitting too comfortably would be disrespectful. “Lacy and I are partners,” she indicated Lacy, who sat down next to her, “And we have our question, and its measurement defined, but we’re having some trouble with our methodology, sort of.”

Professor Watney furrowed his brow, rubbed his chin with his hand. “I see,” he said, “And what have you decided to test?” This was a general-ed class, required for all science majors, so all sorts of students took it. It was by design not a difficult class, but sometimes freshmen needed more help adjusting to the pace of college than with the material itself.

While Cameron was blonde and Lacy had dark hair, they otherwise were made up and dressed similarly. Professor Watney wanted not to pre-judge the pair of them, but from their skirts and tight tops — Cameron in a sweater and Lacy in a button-down shirt — they seemed the type more interested in college life than studying, and he couldn’t help but sigh internally.

Lacy answered. “We’re testing whether the duration of a male’s sexual stimulation affects the volume of semen ejaculated upon orgasm,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Ah yes,” the professor said, nodding, “Interesting question. What is your method of testing?”

“Well, simply, we arouse the subject and stimulate him, then after a pre-set time incite orgasm, directing the subject manually into our flask,” Lacy said, holding up a small Erlenmeyer flask, then added hastily, “But we’ve already done that successfully a couple dozen times, that’s not our issue.”

Professor Watney leaned forward, looking at the flask. It’s opening was wide enough it should admit most penises. “Well, what’s the problem then?” he said.

Cameron answered, “Err, you see, our subjects, well, they’re all boys from our dorm, and the thing is, they just, you know, aren’t able to last as long as our experiment calls for, if you know what I mean.”

“They all cum too quick,” Lacy simplified.

Watney nodded. “I can see that being an issue. Have you considered adjusting your methodology to allow for your subjects’ apparent low stamina?” the professor asked.

“We have!” Cameron said.

“Twice,” Lacy added.

“We’re down to our longest duration being three minutes, and most the boys can’t even make it that long!” Cameron said, “We’re running out of subjects.”

“You’re really our last hope,” Lacy told the professor.

“How do you mean?” Professor Watney asked.

“We’re hoping that since you’re older, more experienced, you’ll be able to hit our 30-minute goal,” Lacy said while starting to unbutton her blouse.

“Yeah, so if you could, um, unzip your pants and everything, that’d help us get started,” Cameron said, voice muffled as she pulled off her sweater, revealing a thin white tank top beneath, dark bra visible beneath.

The professor sighed. Usually he wouldn’t help students in such a direct manner, but as Lacy revealed her black bra and full chest, it didn’t seem like there would be any harm in helping these two. He unclasped his belt buckle and unzipped his fly, pushing his pants down to his thighs.

“All the way off, please,” Lacy instructed, “And take a set between us.” She pointed between herself and Cameron, who was now sliding out of the tank top, busty chest suspended in her black bra. Even their breasts are the same size, noted the professor.

He kicked off his pants and boxers, and took a seat on the couch as instructed, between the two girls. He leaned back, and the girls turned to look down at his crotch.

Lacy set a countdown timer on her phone, thirty minutes, but did not start it. She said, “The timer begins once we do, but we cannot begin if your penis isn’t hard.”

“Should we do the regular?,” Cameron asked Lacy.

“Of course,” Lacy said, placing a hand on the professor’s thigh. She leaned forward, across him, tits brushing his crotch. Lacy planted her lips on Cameron’s, and Cameron kissed her back, tongue flicking into Lacy’s mouth.

Cameron worked her hands into Lacy’s bra, kneading her flesh, pinching her nipples. Lacy began to moan slightly, then put her free hand on Cameron’s thigh, and ran it up under her skirt, to her crotch. Cameron gasped, involuntarily pulling away from the kiss, a thread of saliva running from her lips to Lacy’s.

Lacy shot a look of need at Cameron. “Turn around, hands and knees,” she said.

“Oh! My turn again,” Cameron looked delighted. She backed away from Lacy’s hand and pulled off her shoes. The professor noticed she was wearing long white stockings that went just past her knees. Her hands were now resting on the couch’s armrest, legs spread, her butt’s curve visible beneath the skirt, her feet against the professor’s leg.

“Pardon my reach,” Lacy said, leaning again across Professor Watney, chest over his crotch. She used her free hand to flip up Cameron’s skirt, pushing it onto her back. Cameron was not wearing underwear, her wet pussy and smooth ass were bare and presented to Lacy.

Lacy planted her face in Cameron’s butt, sent her tongue out into her pussy, and began licking. Cameron began moaning in pleasure, writhing with the sensation, pushing herself onto Lacy’s face.

Lacy drew her tongue all the way down, and experimented sliding it closer and closer to Cameron’s asshole with each pass. “Yes, yes, do it,” Cameron was begging now.

Lacy pulled one hand up, slid it into Cameron, and focused her tongue on her ass. Cameron was panting now, her voice mindlessly begging, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Professor Watney’s hand slid over the couch, under Lacy’s skirt, and found its way to her ass. She also was wearing no panties. He began grabbing and squeezing her toned butt, watching as Cameron gasped in ecstasy, entering orgasm.

Lacy kept licking Cameron until she was all the way through. Then, as Cameron turned back around, Lacy looked down to see her tits bouncing into the professor’s hard cock. “You were right, he is big,” Lacy said to Cameron.

Cameron, back on her knees facing the professor, grabbed his dick and pushed it up against his belly. With her other hand, she cupped his balls. She said, “And his balls are huge and heavy with cum, too.”

“Alright,” Lacy said, “I’m starting the timer.”

Professor Watney relaxed against the couch, watching the girls work on his dick. He grabbed Cameron’s ass, squeezing it in time with Lacy’s, enjoying the feeling of their soft skin and taut muscles in his hands. It was a good accompaniment to Cameron stroking his thick cock, her fingers forming a ring with thumb on the bottom, sliding back and forth from base to tip.

Lacy was running her hands up and down his thighs, lightly petting his balls. After a few minutes, Cameron pulled her hands off his member, and Lacy grabbed it by the base, swinging it side to side. Her eyes were glued to his dick, studying it’s every contour, every twitch.

Lacy watched a bead of fluid build at the tip, and then dabbed her finger in it, a thoughtful look on her face.

“Well,” Cameron said, “what do you think?”

“It’s a good start,” Lacy said, “I think we’re building a good load. But there’s still over twenty minutes left.” She grinned.

Twenty minutes of the girls teasing, petting, toying, pumping, and stroking later, Professor Watney was starting to enter a fugue ecstasy state. The universe had constricted itself to Cameron and Lacy’s efforts on his cock, and anything else might as well not even exist.

Through some Herculean effort, the professor had managed to keep himself from cumming, although he’d been feeling on the edge for what felt like forever. His fingers had mindlessly been pushing their way into the girls’ pussies and were slick with their wetness. His thumbs had pushed up into both of their asses, neither seeming to mind, the steady stroking of his cock, teasing of his balls was uninterrupted.

All of a sudden, Lacy’s phone beeped, whipping the professor back to reality. He’d forgotten that the phone even existed, let alone what the alarm was for. But as the girls pulled their hands off his cock, leaving him unfinished, he remembered.

“Alright,” Cameron said, “What do we do now? We haven’t actually gotten this far before.”

“Suck on his balls while I get my bra off,” Lacy said.

The professor studied Lacy’s chest as her black bra slipped forward, letting her ample chest free. Her nipples were pink and so–. The professor moaned loudly as his thoughts were interrupted by the lips wrapping themselves around his balls, the hot, silky tongue lapping at them.

Then his attention was arrested again as Lacy shoved her busty chest into his face, filling his vision with her tits. His mouth was already hanging open, so she slid one of her nipples to it, and he automatically started sucking.

“I think he’s ready,” Cameron said, voice muffled, mouth full of his balls.

Professor Watney was disappointed to see Lacy’s tits leave his face, he could have sucked on them for hours. But as he watched, Lacy got off the couch, and onto her knees on the ground before him. Cameron pulled her mouth of his balls, and flashed him a wicked grin, then Lacy moved in to take the place Cameron had vacated. She slid his cock between her tits, pushed them together, and started pumping him.

The professor and Cameron both were transfixed, watching his thick cock popping up out the top of Lacy’s chest, then disappearing back down into it, over and over.

“Get the flask,” Lacy told Cameron.

But the professor had held out this long, and getting titfucked by Lacy wasn’t something he wanted to end anytime soon, so he held himself back, leaving the girls waiting for his cum.

After a few minutes of working his dick between her tits, Lacy pulled back. “This isn’t working,” she said.

“Plan B?” Cameron asked.

“Yep,” Lacy answered, “Plan B.” With no further pre-amble, she dropped her mouth down around his cock and started sucking.

Cameron got down off the couch and joined Lacy between his legs, who made space for Cameron to get her mouth back down around his balls. As they sucked and licked, the girls both studied his expression, watching for signs of a building orgasm. For a few moments the only sounds were the professor’s heavy breathing, and the two girls slurping and sucking on his cock and balls.

The professor knew his attempts at holding back were going to fail soon. Then the girls switched, Lacy taking in his balls and Cameron his dick. And that’s when he couldn’t withstand their tongues any longer.

Professor Watney grunted, groaned, and felt his body tense up, cock stiff as iron. His dick twitched, spurting cum into Cameron’s mouth, filling it quickly. Cameron pulled off, Lacy’s hands quick to pump his cock as she left, holding the flask to the end of his cock.

With each of her vise-like strokes, his cock sprayed another load into the flask. Cameron’s mouth was still full, and as cum dribbled out, she tried her best to hold it in with her hands.

“He’s filling the flask!” Lacy yelled, “Get another!”

“Aiiggghh,” was all Cameron could manage with her mouth full of cum, shrugging. She had no other flasks. They had never before needed more than one.

“Shit!” Lacy yelled. The flask was full, she set it down quickly, but kept pumping the professor’s cock, now pointing it at her chest. His dick twitched again, shooting a thick rope of cum, covering her tits. She kept pumping, and another rope sprayed out, running into the first.

“How does he have so much cum?” Lacy asked nobody in particular.

Cameron coughed, splattering cum all over herself, Lacy, and the floor. She’d been holding it in her mouth while realizing there was going to be nowhere else to put it, so there was no blaming her for spilling. She coughed again, more cum dribbling down her chin, and swallowed, taking what remained in her mouth down her throat.

“Fuck,” Lacy said as she looked around, hands still working the professor’s cumming cock. He kept spurting loads out, soaking Lacy, his semen was getting everywhere. Eventually his cock began to grow limp, and the cum stopped coming. Finally Lacy let him go.

“Well, I think we’ve answered our question,” Cameron told Lacy.

Lacy surveyed the scene. There was cum everywhere, dripping down Cameron and herself, pooling on the floor below them. Their clothes were covered in splatters of spooge, and that didn’t even count the bit that Cameron had swallowed. “It’s ruined!” she shouted.

“What?” Cameron yelled back, her expression flashing with worry.

“How will we ever measure this?” Lacy explained, pointing at the cum all over both of them.

Cameron dragged her fingers through it, trying desperately to scoop it up. “Oh no! We’re going to fail!” she said.

“Ladies, ladies,” Professor Watney spoke up, grinning, “It’s not a problem, just come back tomorrow with the same enthusiasm, and a larger flask.”

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