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“Olivia and Aly, I need to talk to you.” The two girls glanced at each other uneasily as their classmates filtered towards the quad. They submitted their group assignment for my American Literature class a few days ago and it was so shoddily put together that I was near to failing both of them. As usual, Aly had her auburn hair in a high ponytail, held in place by a bright pink scrunchie. She was wearing a small, cropped white t-shirt that showed off her flat stomach. A pair of tight jean shorts completed the ensemble–mostly inappropriate for class.
Olivia was slightly more conservative in dress. She wore her own light brown hair in pigtail buns with a few loose strands flowing along her tanned cheeks. She was barely 5’ and stood a few inches below Aly. She was a bit slimmer too, with a much smaller chest and a narrower waist. She made up for it with her backside, though, which stood out prominently in her yoga shorts. Her outfit was completed by a red t-shirt that made her look like she was about to go to volleyball practice. They were both on the university’s team.
“What’s up, Professor?” Aly snapped her gum between her pink lips, standing with one hand on her waist like she couldn’t imagine what I wanted.
“Your group project was very…underwhelming.” I said as I erased the board. “You’re posed to receive a failing grade and this project is worth 30% of your grade.”
Olivia looked much more concerned than Aly. “Professor West, please, I know it wasn’t the greatest, but isn’t there some way we can make it up?”
Aly nodded in agreement. She leaned forward slightly, perhaps intentionally giving me a peek down her collar. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “*Please*, Professor. I can’t afford to fail this class. I really need these credits. Maybe you could give us an extra credit project?”
I shook my head, rubbing my furrowed brow while I considered the possibility, “I’m not sure that would be fair to the other students. If I offer you extra credit, I’ll have to do it for everyone and that would really inflate my grade distribution.”
Aly bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder, checking to see that no one else was in the room. Olivia clasped her hands together and bowed her head, “Please, Professor. Isn’t there some way to show you we can do a good job? I know my other grades have been good. And my attendance too.”
“That’s true, Olivia. But Aly over here is often late. Perhaps you should have partnered with someone more reliable.”
Aly seemed to take offense to this suggestion. She hooked her hands over her jean shorts and cocked her head to the side. “Professor! That’s not very nice.” Her voice took on a high-pitched whine. “I can be a good girl if I really try.”
Hearing that phrase–*good girl*–made my cock twitch against my slacks. I knew what she had in mind, but I wasn’t sure she’d be able to persuade her slightly more modest friend to join in.
“Is that so? And what do you have in mind, Aly?” I took a step forward and crossed my arms across my flannel. I easily loomed over both young women. While Olivia looked up at me with uncertainty, Aly fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously.
Her manicured hand shot to my belt. She closed the gap between us, pressing her breasts into my chest. Olivia looked mortified, “Aly! Wha–what are you doing?!”
She spoke to Olivia while keeping her eyes fixated on me, “Just follow my lead Livie, I’m going to make sure we get A’s.” Her fingers snuck beneath my belt, unclasping it with precision. Just as quickly she snapped open my pants and shot her greedy fingers into my boxer briefs.
“Isn’t this what you were imagining, Professor? You’re already *hard*.” I felt her slender fingers wrap around my shaft. She looked up at me with a pout in her lip as she explored my length. Olivia looked on in some mixture of confusion, horror, and perhaps the blushing onset of arousal.
With a shake of her hips, Aly was collapsing to her knees and pulling open my pants. She pushed down the waistband of my boxers, letting my erection fall forward until it bounced against her slender nose. And like a pro, she stuck out her tongue, flattened it against my cockhead, and began to slather me in spit.
She was wet and sloppy, often looking up at me as though she was seeking my approval. She wasted little time with getting warmed up. After a few licks along the length of my shaft, she was got right to business throating me. With my shaft halfway down her throat, she blew spit bubbles making thick, syrupy strands of saliva run over her chin until they broke onto her white top.
I leaned back against my desk, my hands closing around Aly’s bobbing head. I closed my eyes in pleasure, letting out a grunt as I enjoyed the slick vibrations of her gagging against me. After a moment, with Aly still eagerly swallowing me, I opened my eyes and looked to Olivia. She was rubbing her hands nervously, uncertain of what to do.
“This is a *group* project, Olivia. Are you going to help?”
“Mhm, help me out Livie,” Aly agreed with my cockhead poking against her inner cheek. While she mashed her tongue against my urethra, Olivia feel to the linoleum floor and scooted next to her friend. She began to lick along the side of my shaft as Aly continued to play with my crown. I let her do this for a while, easing into sucking me, before bushing her to my balls.
“Suck.”
She obliged. I could feel the warm billowing of spit coating my sack as she wrapped her hands around my strong thighs. While she gargled my jewels, Aly was busy gagging on me again. I grabbed her ponytail, using it as a handle to push her faster. She was making a wet mess of her white top. It was sticking to her tits, showing the bright pink outline of her areola.
“Is this good, Professor?” Olivia was catching her breath, my sopping sack resting against her cheek.
“Work my shaft now.”
A moment later, they were each running their long, red tongues along one side of my thick cock. “Don’t you like when we’re naughty for you, Professor?” Aly was always such a tease.
“Now be good girls and kiss.” I pushed their heads together, so that they were sandwiched around my shaft, their lips just barely reaching each other around my girth. They flicked their tongues along the spine of my dick so that they could taste one another. Then I grabbed them both by their hair and held them in place. I began to thrust my hips back and forth so that I slid my length between their drooling lips. They continued lashing their tongues at one another and blowing spit bubbles that wrapped over my length. Aly was getting really sloppy. She was pushing up so much spit that it was curving over the top of my cock and beginning to run down Olivia’s chin.
“God, you’re both such fucking sluts. It’s a good thing you have me to put you in your place.”
“Only for you, Professor,” Aly was gripping onto my sack while I fucked her pursed lips. She paused for a moment to swap a wet kiss with Olivia. When they broke apart with a sloppy splish I plunged my dick down Olivia’s throat.
“Fuck, I love a man who takes what he wants.” Aly was holding her petite friend’s head in place while I facefucked her. “Don’t go easy on my partner, Professor. She ought to work just as hard as me.” She had her hands wrapped around Olivia’s forehead and chin, holding her eyes open and her mouth wide while I banged against her gag reflex.
She began to cough and sputter, but Aly didn’t loosen her grip and I didn’t slow my pace. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep it up, Olivia and you might pass.” Finally, she started to push against my thighs, begging for a reprieve. I pulled back, immediately shoving my cock into Aly’s waiting mouth while Olivia caught her breath. She spit a long strand of spit mixed with sticky precum onto her red top. She looked up, her eyes burning with lust as she watched me train Aly’s throat.
“Holy shit,” she managed, biting her bottom lip as her fingers slipped down her yoga shorts. Aly had a similar thought and was desperately trying to unbutton her jeans shorts with one hand.
“Help her out, Olivia.” I demanded, refusing to take a break from fucking Aly’s wet mouth. I had her back against a desk now, my hands on its top for leverage as I drove my shaft down her esophagus. Olivia plunged between Aly’s legs, kissing her belly button while she rushed to undo her shorts. She helped her wiggle her way out of them while I continued to bang way past her uvula. As soon as I saw Olivia’s bright pink thong–it matched her scrunchie–I popped free of her lips and hoisted her up by the waist.
“Bend over.” I twisted her around so that she was leaning over the desk, her plump ass cheeks pushing against my spit-covered abdomen.
My soaking wet cock pushed apart her lower lips in an instant. My fingers dug into her plump ass as I railed her from behind. Olivia eagerly crawled under us, sucking at my balls while flecks of Aly’s grool started to rain down onto her forehead.
“Fuck, daddy, fuck! Fill me with your cum!” Aly had the tendency to break into all manner of “daddy fuck me” talk when she was really turned on and it always sent me over the edge.
I burst inside her, unloading wave after wave of hot, gooey sperm. It cascaded against her vaginal walls before overflowing past her labia. Thick, warm drops splattered onto Olivia’s head. She squealed in delight as she felt my seed rain down from her friend’s pussy.
When I was finished, I smacked Aly’s ass so hard the sound echoed through the cavernous lecture hall. I flicked the final few droplets of cum onto Olivia’s already soaked face. Aly looked over her shoulder at me, her thighs shaking as she tried to relax. “How was that for a group project, Professor?”
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