Crystal and Professor Chapter 2
Warnings: This story takes place in a community college. cornets gave some suggestions and wrote some of the original text. This narrative was created while I was intoxicated, and the editing and proofreading occurred at a later time. The quality of the writing is my responsibility, while the situation is cornets's.
Recently on "Crystal and the Professor"
She began to dress more provocatively to see if a man would approach or pursue her. And here was a suitable man... Now, if only she could persuade him to recognize her. It would be helpful if her large, plump breasts would be enticing enough. If he took her to bed and failed to employ a condom, perhaps... Oh no... It's the middle of her cycle, and she longed to engage in high-risk intercourse with this man.
What's the worst that could happen? She could finish her degree, and if he impregnated her, he'd have to marry her. And she would serve him faithfully and give him daily blowjobs... Surely that would keep him content... And if it didn't... She could be adaptable and arrange things with him.
"Touch them if you wish?" She proposes.
Suddenly he reaches out with his robust, male hands to grasp her voluminous breasts. As his fingers press into her breasts, she can't help but moan, feeling her nipples harden and become pointier.
Of course, he was unaware that she came to the city for these reasons. He didn't know she had observed how big his dick was or that she was already arranging justifications to engage in risky sex. Naturally, he wasn't contemplating the possibility that some of the women from the countryside would choose to return to a more conservative way of life.
He was simply a clueless older man.
His entire focus is on her nipples, caressing them with his thumbs and index fingers. He twists them, pinches them, pulls on them. All she can do is moan and moan, drawing her thighs around him. After that, her breasts are pressed against his face, the height differential being resolved by his sitting position.
Unintentionally, his hands grab her by the hips and pull her nearer until she falls into his lap. She adjusts herself and grabs the armrests, straddling him.
Meanwhile, his attention is single-mindedly focused on her breasts. "These are some enormous, melons..."
Her hips land on top of his, and she begins to grind into him, her pussy starting to become warm. The energy and heat flow through her leggings, directly to his bulge, creating a comfortable sensation. At the same time, his hips are instinctively grinding back into her, his erect, dripping, throbbing penis against her.
"If you want these melons, they are yours, sir..." She says, biting her lip. "You can have them whenever you desire..."
His penis is already rock hard and beginning to secrete precum through his tailored work slacks, staining his underwear.
However, before he could do anything, she climbed backward off of him, her tits wobbling from her movement. She turned around and bent over his desk, shaking her plump behind to attract his notice.
His attention has shifted from her breasts, but she has already flipped her switch. She needs him inside of her.
"Fuck me, sir~," she says. "I need you so badly."
His blood is rushing away from his brain, preventing clear thought, so he immediately starts loosening his belt. Reaching inside, he removes his erect, slick, pulsing penis. He stands up from his chair and grabs her hips, using his hips to slam his erection against her. He can't cease puffing and rubbing the tip and length against her clitoris. At this point, he has already progressed too far, failing to recall using a condom, and his coworkers in biology might be warning him that this kind of sexual interaction... may, indeed, lead to conception. "Even the precum isn't safe," they would say.
"Sir~" She exclaims, attempting to lead him to her desire. "Our society requires not only more children, but more intelligent children~"
She grinds her hips into his shaft as she tries to glance over her shoulder. "My uterus is yours to fill~"
"Oh," He says, allowing his length to curve upward along her torso. He's already grinding the tip and the length against her clitoris with great intensity. "Really?" [
In this text, the author describes how a young woman, eager for a child, uses her sexuality to entice an older, seemingly clueless man into impregnating her. The woman provocatively dresses and engages in explicit flirting, eventually leading the man into a sexual interaction. The story portrays the woman's desires and intentions, while the man seems oblivious to them. The narrative also highlights the risks of unprotected sex, momentarily reminding the reader of the potential for pregnancy.
She breathes heavily due to the friction on her forbidden pleasure button. His penis rubs against the entrance of her pussy, opening it slightly. Her vagina is engorged and filled with blood, just like his cock. Both bodies are preparing for mating, filled with intense desire. Losing control, he pulls his hips back and pushes the tip of his penis inside her. Gradually, she is stretched open. The big cockhead slides in and she contracts around the other end. As one hand stays on her hip, the other moves toward her hair.
"Oh, Sir~," she murmurs, powerless under the influence of intense lust. "That feels incredible. Fuck me. Impregnate me. Make me yours."
He must fill her with his sperm, so he pushes his hips forward, rubbing his circumcised, raw penis against her wet pussy walls. She shivers and moans, feeling the semi-taboo pleasure. His tip eventually presses against her cervix. Her round buttocks hit against his thighs and hips. He's as deep as he can enter. He can feel his filled balls against her soaked pussy lips.
He yanks her hair and begins to withdraw from her before thrusting back in. Her breasts can't help but sway as her buttocks jiggle and collide. The room echoes with sloppy, scandalous noises as his balls slap against her wet pussy lips, which drip and secrete continuously. His hand uses her hair like a leash, and she moves her hips back and forth like a complete whore.
His chest heaves, struggling to take in air and focusing on screwing the hell out of her. She, on the other hand, loses her breath and moans, her body trembling with lust and shuddering from the forceful penetration. Her hands grasp the desk, desperately trying to remain standing. Her hips clash against his own, unable to refrain from moving back and forth like a slutty girl. His penis glides inside her hot, velvety tunnel, the tip repeatedly striking her. Her gasps and his grunts, as well as the wet noises, ring throughout the room.
She becomes his and loves it, as she will soon not just be his student... But his doll, slut, and baby mother. She craves his penis more, and must have his cum daily. She craves his child.
"Oh god!" she shouts as her orgasm approaches "Oh god! Fuck yes! I'm yours!" When she reaches her climax, her cervix clenches his cockhead, causing her to spray her ejaculate all over his cock and balls.
The feeling is too intense for him. A string of saliva trails down the side of his mouth as he squeals his eyes back into his head. Feeling his balls churn his pent-up semen, he struggles to hold back. He pushes his hips three times, then fires off thick strands of cum into her. His sperm fills her cervix and drenches her vagina.
Their orgasms intertwine, and they both sag. She hears him gasping beside her as he collapses on top of her, his member still in her.
"N-No..." she mumbles. "Put it back in..."
She shuffles off him and back onto his lap, using her hand to guide him. She adjusts his penis and slides back down, while he protests against the idea.
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Multiple Loads of Risky, Unprotected Sex Later
"The only thing holding me back... Is whether they are on the pill," she ponders. Crystal knows she must act and so she clears her throat.
"Professor... Sir?" She asks. "I have many lonely classmates, and I feel selfish... Because I am so fortunate... And a persuasive man like yourself deserves to be... Aging stud."
He takes deep, shallow breaths, attempting to clear his head. "So, would they be on birth control?"
She opens her mouth and licks her lips, savouring the thought of them not using birth control... Except fertility treatments... Ooh... She bites her lower lip and looks up at him with a sly expression. "Well, yes. But, what if they yearn for a child? Not every woman wants a stressful career... Are you judging me and others for wishing to be stay-at-home mothers?"
"N-No?" His brain, coerced by her previous sexual encounter, struggles to think clearly.
"And with respect to birth control, it would be more thrilling if they didn't use any, wouldn't it?" She ruminates, causing him to shiver slightly. "And besides, we can always use fertility treatment to guarantee twin pregnancies." She winks, fantasizing about the novelty.
"Huh... Twins?" His mind rapidly processes the idea, which arouses her greatly.
She offers a sultry grin, tracing her fingers through his damp hair. "I've got this covered, you see. I'm confident I can convince them to find you irresistible."
He hesitates, lying back to avoid drifting into slumber. "How would you manage that?"
She chuckles, the glint in her eyes mirroring her mischievous intent. "Oh, there are so many ways," she purrs, stroking his hairy arm. "I could lace their food or drinks with some aphrodisiacs, or maybe suggest some provocative attire and accessories."
He exhales a lengthy sigh, his body feeling as though it can't take any more. "It does seem a tad excessive."
She reclines against him, her head resting on his shoulder, as she trills into his ear. "I've an idea, darling. I was thinking," she coos, enveloping his languid arms around her, "perhaps I could arrange a showcase for them, spotlighting your abilities and expertise."
She winks, teasing him, "I've no doubt we could devise something truly enlightening for them. And don't you worry, I'll ensure they're well-prepared for the event."
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