The probelm with fucking your students is that things get messy…[Mff, Taboo, Anal, Professor]

The unraveling

“So, what *is* the charge of iron, then?” Dominique groaned, running her fingers through her hair.

Metals didn’t like to play by the rules. At least, not ones intro chem students understood regularly.

“It’s all dependent on oxidation states,” I explained. “That means you have to look at what the element is reacting with and—”

“Oh, my God! I can’t do it anymore!” she screamed, setting her head down. “I’ve only been coming to these stupid sessions so I can—uh. I really like you. It’s almost the end of the semester and I’ve made like—no progress.”

Dominique looked both ways and popped her tits out of her shirt, right in the middle of the atrium. I gasped and reached across the table to stop her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

There were only a few days left in the semester. Our final was Thursday. It felt good to be in the last week of classes. Laci and Vanna were quite confused as to why I’d stopped interacting with them, but I couldn’t exactly say it was because I was dating Emilia. We would announce after the class ended.

Dominique’s phone kept buzzing on the table. It was a group text if I’d ever seen one.

“Dominique, you’re really nice,” I laughed, “and you’re gorgeous, but I can’t do—”

The phone rattled about like a woman who’d left her vibrator on full blast and set it down on the dining room table.

“I’m actually seeing someone.”

Her head tilted.

“No, you’re not,” she gasped. “That’s not possible. It’s not Laci or Vanna, right?”

What the fuck? How did she know about them? I kept my cool.

“Listen, I need to ask you to leave. I can’t be seen fraternizing with students and—”

“Give me a fuckin’ break, dude!” she barked back. “What you think we’ve been doin’ here for like—the whole semester?”

I drew my head back and chuckled nervously.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about Ms. Briggs,” I shook my head. “As I said, I’m dating someone at the moment. So, I need to ask you to leave before—”

“No, come on!” she objected. “Listen, I really need to fuck you and I’ve put it off all semester. We’ve only got a few days!”

I was already getting up from the table but spun about at her last sentence.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I seethed.

“Okay, listen,” she spoke with her hands, opening them to me like she was handing me a sandwich. “The prize is four grand. We could split it—sixty-forty.”

“Prize?” I whispered.

“Fine!” she shouted. “Fifty-fifty. Now, whip your dick out and let’s make some money.”

“Whoa, um—no. What the fuck do you mean?” I laughed.

She shook her head and looked upward. She tapped her foot.

“I can’t tell you this. I’ll get in big trouble, but I really want the money. Our sorority had a contest—top secret. Basically, the first girl to sleep with her professor this semester gets four grand and a slot in the house for free for next semester. It’s a huge opportunity for me, well, us, but obviously it’s super on the DL.”

My eyes grew distant. It was like her words were being spoken in another language. I didn’t want them to be true. Unfortunately, like a great many other unfortunate realities, it made perfect sense. Why else would that many girls be *this* into me when no one in my life had ever pursued me.

“How—” I shook my head. “Were you supposed to take pictures, or—”

“You’d just need to give me your tie,” she explained. “As long as another sister saw you wear it at some point, that’s considered proof enough. Now—you wanna use a condom, or—”

“We’re not—” I contorted my face and screamed out. “Fuck!”

I was shaking with rage. My fists were balled up at my sides. Her phone kept rattling.

My favorite cobalt-checkered tie had been missing since Emilia spent the weekend with me over Thanksgiving break.

I had a strong inkling of what the group text was talking about.

“Check your fucking phone,” I muttered.

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Just—” I waved with my hand and turned away. I heard her iPhone unlock.

“What the—” she whispered, scrolling through dozens of messages. I turned back to face her. “Fuck!”

She tossed the phone in her purse and marched toward the elevator.

“Fucking Emilia?” she roared. “She don’t even do shit for flirting in class. That skinny little bitch just sits there doing her work and—”

Dominique slammed a fist to the elevator panel.

“Three fucking months of coming here twice a week and I don’t even get laid! I miss the money! All I did was fucking—”

She searched for the right word in the air.

“—*learn!*”

“Oh, poor pitiful you!” I barked.

“Pig!” she barked, stepping inside.

“Kissass!” I yelled back as the doors shut.

I was alone in the atrium. My world felt a fair degree emptier. I should have known. I really wasn’t sure how I didn’t see it coming. Attractive women chasing *me*? It just didn’t happen. I shook my head. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Emilia from my throwaway snapchat account I’d made just to chat with her, like the dumbass I was.

“*We’re fucking done.*”

___

I cut off the class. I called in sick the day of the final and a TA proctored the exam. Every girl passed, even Dominique. In fact, they all had grades above C+. Turns out that attending every lecture and lab was an excellent way to pull good grades.

Emilia had no way to contact me. I was glad.

As I packed up for the semester, I decided to clean up my loose ends. I swung by the bird guides and pulled the manila envelope. Laci hadn’t left any nudes. It was probably a good thing. I walked to the library next and opened the CHM 1025 textbook. A sheet of notebook paper fell out.

“*Please call me: 555-4388. I’m so sorry, Vanna.*”

I was more than a little drunk. I shook my head. It was the end of the semester. I was perfectly within my rights to sleep with any of them. I grunted and dialed the number. I looked at the send button on my phone, feeling disappointed with myself already. Was I really going to sink that low? Vanna was nice, but the relationship was purely physical. I’d never really made a deep personal connection like I had with—

Fuck that. Yeah. I needed a good, emotionless, sexual connection.

“Sup?” I asked as she answered the phone.

“Who is this?” she laughed, chuckling at my jovial tone.

“You left me the fuckin’ number in a *book,*” I returned. “I thought you’d at least have the decency to—”

“*Oh, my God, it’s Daniels and he’s fucking wasted!*” Vanna laughed.

“Who the f—” I hissed. “Listen. I have *not* had a lot to drink, but even if I did, I don’t need fucking teenagers telling me how much I should or shouldn’t—drink.”

“Chill out, man,” she giggled. “I’m here with Laci.”

“*Hey professor good-dick!*” a different voice called.

“What?” I belched. “Listen, shouldn’t you two be off—like—finding someone else to use and abuse?”

“We used you?” Vanna chuckled. “I mean, yeah. I guess we did, but not like Emilia!”

“Don’t—” I grunted, pulling the phone away from my ear and groaning in frustration.

“*Aww, I think that redhead bitch really hurt him!*” Laci sighed. “We *love* you professor good-dick!”

“We really do,” Vanna laughed. “Listen. Why don’t you come over to our apartment? We got lots more booze and I give a mean shoulder rub.”

“*And by shoulder she means PUSSY!*” Laci screamed.

“Come on,” Vanna spoke more seriously. “I know you’re single and—everything aside—we really think you’re gorgeous. Contest or no contest, we’re really fucking horny and you’re goddamn sexy.”

I rolled my eyes. I had a cat to get home to.

“It’s really not a good—”

“*You ever had a co-ed threesome, man?*” Laci moaned. “*Just imagine the both of us sucking your fat cock and tell me it doesn’t sound good. I’ll even lick your ass.*”

“Oh, shut up,” Vanna laughed. “You just like eating ass.”

“*What’s wrong with that, MOM? God!*”

I exhaled. Maybe it’d help me forget.

“Where do you guys live, anyway?” I asked.

___

They were really trying to cheer me up. I had to hand it to them. They massaged me the moment I walked in the door and passed a rum and Coke into my hand, dragging me toward their sofa. Each one kissed different parts of my body as we talked.

They explained that it *was* for the money, but I’d left such an impression on them that they apparently *needed* my dick, as many times as I could give it over Christmas break. How’s that for a “Happy Holidays?”

They were excellent for my broken self-esteem. Each one regaled me with how wet I got them from day one. Apparently, the four sorority girls had enrolled in my class because out of the catalog of professors, I was the cutest one in their age range. None of the others had any luck with the full time staff. Professors in the modern age were cautious with sexual accusations. Imagine that.

I was even luckier because although a winner was declared to the other sorority sisters, it was considered the lowest dishonor to mention the challenge to anyone outside their sisterhood. It would mean an immediate expulsion from their “club.” So that was nice. My job was safe. It was just my heart that was broken.

When they saw my face change on mentioning Emilia, both girls let out a loud *aww* and hugged me tightly.

“You really liked her, didn’t you?” Vanna gasped.

“What a bitch, seriously,” Laci added. “We never tried to get inside your head, just your pants.”

I laughed.

“Well, I do appreciate that,” I smirked, setting a hand down on each respective thigh.

“Listen, babe,” Vanna smiled, climbing into my lap. “You’ve never had a rebound like us before. We’re gonna fuck your lights out. We’ll keep you drunk, and satisfied, and happy as can be until the new semester. Sound good?”

It did. It really did.

I leaned forward and kissed her without a second thought. Laci whooped and pumped her fist in my periphery.

“Trace a finger on the small of her back!” Laci cheered. “Vanna really loves that shit!”

I chuckled and nodded, lifting her cherry-red blouse slightly and slipping a finger underneath. Vanna groaned and rocked against my hardening dick.

“Tell me you have it in you to last long enough for both of us,” Laci pleaded. “I *really* need that dick, babe. I’ve been dreaming about it. You know how long I’ve been fantasizing about fucking a professor?”

“Especially one this hot!” Vanna pulled away and smiled.

She dragged Laci by her green low-cut neckline and pulled her to me. I explored Laci’s mouth next, feeling her tongue massage mine. I groaned in pleasure as Vanna’s hand slipped beneath my pants and popped the top button.

The whole experience was devoid of feeling. It was raw, purely sexual, and that was the point.

Vanna’s lips were on my cock a moment later, and Laci stood up on the couch, slipping her panties down to her knees.

“I fucking—” she took breaks from kissing me to speak. “God, I—need you!”

As she moved to take them off, I stopped her. I flipped her back to the couch and positioned my cock at her pussy.

“Condom!” I grunted to Vanna. The woman smirked and ran to the side table. She fished one out and ripped it open with her teeth. She rolled it down my cock and gave me a stroke for good measure.

“Fuck her, good,” she smiled, wiggling me at Laci’s entrance.

“Oh, Jesus!” Laci moaned as I pressed inside. “Fuck I’ve wanted this for—months!”

“Don’t use him up, babe!” Vanna laughed. She slipped her own yoga pants down and off.

I pounded Laci hard, slapping her ass with each long stroke. Vanna took a big step up onto the couch and lowered her pussy over Laci’s face. The blonde began to lick eagerly, and Vanna moaned. She locked eyes with me and pulled my face close with both hands. She darted her tongue into my mouth and sighed along with Laci.

“Fuck!” Laci screamed. “He’s so goddamn—uhh!”

“Such elocution!” I laughed.

“I don’t even know what that *fucking* means!” Laci screeched. “Just—don’t—stop!”

“She’s about to come, I can tell,” Vanna laughed.

Vanna reached a hand down between Laci’s legs and swirled her fingers over the girl’s clit. Laci screamed and her hips shook.

“Don’t you dare come before you fuck me, got it?” Vanna giggled, moaning harder at Laci’s orgasm.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I smirked, slipping a finger to Laci’s tight rear hole.

“Shit!” the girl screamed, clawing at a throw pillow as her orgasm nearly knocked her unconscious.

Laci’s moans slowed and Vanna pushed my chest, easing me back onto the couch. She climbed over her roommate and locked eyes with me.

“Don’t hear the wrong part of this sentence,” she smirked, “But you fuck way better than younger guys.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laughed, grabbing her ass, and lowered her down onto my dick.

“Oh, it is!” Vanna moaned as her warmth surrounded me.

“I can’t move,” Laci giggled, tugging at her nipples and sliding her feet along the couch.

“Then don’t, babe!” Vanna moaned, riding me with a great deal more skill than Laci had displayed. “Just shut up and let me fuck this sexy professor until he pops.”

“I want some of his jizz, too!” Laci whined.

“Well then, you better get to work!” I barked.

They were everything a man could have dreamed of. The two women were young, tight, sexy, and horny as the day is long. I was glad to be drunk. I was enjoying the experience without any of the guilt that might come afterward.

“Fucking—shit,” Vanna moaned. “You feel so good.”

I gasped as Laci, who’d apparently recovered enough to move, licked down my balls and sucked one into her mouth. The experience was new. It was—almost too much.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped.

“That good?” Vanna winked. “Yeah. Laci’s pretty good at singing backup.”

“Hey!” she objected, letting me drop from her lips.

“Keep sucking!” I ordered.

“Oh yeah?” Laci asked.

I felt her tongue swirl around my sack. She dropped a bit lower and licked just at the base. It felt incredible. Then, she went even lower.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, laughing.

“I’m almost done!” Vanna chastised. “Don’t finish him before I—”

I slapped Vanna’s ass and grabbed her attention back to me.

“How bout you shut the fuck up and come, then?”

I wrapped my hand around the base of her skull and tugged her brunette hair until she bent back in my lap. Vanna moaned, and laughed, and bucked harder until she started to tremble. I pulled even harder and Laci resumed her tongue lashing while massaging my balls.

“I’m—fuck!” I gasped.

Vanna hopped out of my lap in a flash and knelt on the floor. She ripped the condom off with a speed that should have hurt, but it just felt incredible. Laci kept licking my ass until the moment I finished. The first burst sprayed across Vanna’s face. She bravely kept both eyes open and retained eye contact as I came. Laci stole my cock as I blasted again and sucked the next few spurts into her mouth. Then, to ensure I was in orgasmic heaven, Vanna cleaned me off as my orgasm began to subside. She sucked me deep into her throat and Laci licked my balls just the way I liked.

I groaned and laughed as I fell back to the couch. Laci’s pinky popped out from my ass.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“See, didn’t even notice,” Laci winked. “Most men are too scared to admit that shit feels good.”

“It did feel good, right?” Vanna asked, curling up beside me and turning on the fan which sat on their end table. “The woman’s incredible.”

“*I really like butt stuff!*” she called from the bathroom.

“I—might be converting to your religion,” I laughed.

“Does that mean I get a Christmas candy-cane up my ass soon, daddy?” she leaned out to ask, wiping her face.

“Um—” I laughed nervously. I turned to Vanna. “I’m not sure whether I’m more disturbed that she called me ‘daddy,’ or that I don’t know whether she meant my dick or a *real* candy cane.”

“Honestly, with Laci it could go either way,” Vanna winked.

“Hey, thank you for—” I began.

“Dude, thank you!” Vanna laughed. “I mean we’re definitely fucking again, right?”

“*Tonight!*” Laci called.

“I’ve—gotta feed my cat,” I smirked.

“Well—” Vanna dragged her words. “I mean, we could come with you.”

I sighed and shook my head.

“It’s a really small bed,” I chuckled.

“*I like small beds!*” Laci shouted.

I smiled.

“You two have been—amazing. This was great. I just—”

“Listen, teach,” Vanna smirked, running a hand down my chest. “I know you’re hurting. I don’t blame you. We just want to—spread some cheer. How bout you feed your cat, leave enough food for a few days, and come get absolutely destroyed by a couple women who don’t know the meaning of the phrase, *‘I don’t do that.’*”

“*We will literally fulfil every goddamn fantasy you have!*”

I sighed. What was one more bad decision to add to the pile?

“How ‘bout you go get a 24 of Stella and I’ll—”

I realized she couldn’t buy liquor. I felt a fair bit dirtier.

“You can’t, can you?” I asked.

“Dude, you see me?” Vanna smiled. “I look way older. Fake ID. You’ll have 48 Stellas by the time you get back.”

Terrible. I was a terrible person. I was a bad guy—in a lot of pain.

“Deal,” I nodded, flashing a fake smile.

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