“What would your daddy think of his little girl right now? A cock in her ass and her cunt. What a dirty little slut you are,” he hisses, holding me in place while he thrusts up into me. I can feel Harry starting to lose control behind me, moaning and rutting into me erratically.
“Please, come inside me. I want it. I need it,” I whimper.
Harry’s the first to explode, gripping my hips so tightly it stings while he pumps my ass full of hot, sticky come. A moment later, Professor Black lets out a loud, shuddering groan, shooting his load deep inside my convulsing pussy. Both men caress and kiss me all over as I collapse forward onto the older professor’s chest, heaving and sighing. In the afterglow, they both help me get dressed, kissing and holding me with genuine affection throughout the process. Harry gives me his white t-shirt, which hangs on me almost like a short dress. The silver-haired professor drapes his coat back around me, and the two of them quietly sneak me back out of the building, undetected by my father.
Six months later, it’s safe to say that I couldn’t possibly care less about the sorority I tried to join. After that first night of hazing, I decided the sorority life was just too immature for me. Besides, why in the world would I want to live with a bunch of silly girls when I can live with two sexy, distinguished professors instead?
That’s right. For the past six months, I have been meeting up with Professor Davis and Professor Black in secret. We have fucked each other in the car, in their respective offices, even finding quiet places around campus, right in plain sight. I guess you could say we kind of get off on the sneaking around. For a while, that was enough. Just seeing each other under the cover of night, under the pretense of some lie. Sitting in class, listening to Professor Black talk about Western Civ, giving me that icy blue stare… it was hard to keep pretending we had a normal teacher-student relationship. Harry and I would meet up, too. In coffee shops. In the park. At his house. As soon as the semester ended and I was no longer a student of Professor Black’s, we made it official: all three of us. We began going on real dates, in public places. In the daylight. At first, we still hid it from my parents. After all, my dad would be so betrayed.
Or so we thought. But just a few weeks ago, he retired from his position as head of the history department, and Professor Black took the job. Harry has been hired on as a full-time professor now, and I have decided to study biology.
Which means I am no longer a student of either professor. So finally, just last night, we broke the news to my parents that all three of us are moving in together. Professor Black recently bought a big, three-story Victorian house on the edge of the forest, close to all my favorite hiking trails. It’s a fixer-upper, but the three of us are up to the job. And my parents aren’t even angry! In fact, Daddy is kind of relieved to see that I’m dating two distinguished, brilliant, respectable guys. Sure, it might be a little awkward to see his best friend dating his daughter, but in the end, it’s my decision. I’m old enough and smart enough to know what I want-- and there’s no time to waste, because I’m pregnant! I’m going to have a son, and he will be the luckiest boy in the world, having two amazing fathers to help raise him. It will be a lot of work, being a full-time student and a young mom, but I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. My two sexy older men are going to take care of me. They love me passionately, and I love them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rocking Her
I can’t believe this is really happening!
My heart races as the bouncer leads me backstage. My ears are still ringing from the blaring music that everyone at the venue was jamming to just a few minutes ago. This band has been changing my life since I turned 18, and now, I’m actually going to meet them in person.
I’m wearing nothing but sandals, short shorts, and a thin white t-shirt that you can see my nipples through. My curly blonde hair is a mess thanks to how much hype the band whipped up on stage, but my pink lipstick is still glossy and perfect. My shining blue eyes are full of excitement, and I just know my cheeks are an even darker pink than my lips.
The sway of my shirt makes my nipples feel excited and stiff--my bra was long gone. I launched it on stage strapped to a tennis ball. I still can’t believe nobody noticed it was me who threw it.
Everything else about tonight has been a disaster. Before the show, I thought my boyfriend was going to pop my cherry in his car to one of their songs, but instead, he dumped me for a job offer in another city. I wanted to cry my eyes out to my friends, but they got distracted by their own guys and left me all alone.
So I said fuck it.
I danced and went crazy in the crowd all on my own, and I had a great time.
I didn’t realize my ticket had a raffle number on it, and I never for a second thought they’d call the number after the show and ask me to come backstage and meet the band.
But when the bouncer pushes the door open and leads be backstage proper, I know this is all real, not some wild dream.
My eyes go wide when I see the four of them standing there, larger than life. Grant McAllister, the vocalist, is standing there with his shock of gorgeous blonde hair and scruffy beard, his signature tattoos crawling up his thick arms from his wrists to his exposed biceps that look even bigger and more defined up close. Next to him is Lee Chambers, the drummer whose forearms look so strong he could pick me up with one hand. He’s as gruff as Grant, with rich, thick, curly brown hair that melds with his beard, and better yet, he’s already shirtless, showing off the elaborate ink that runs from his neck and all down his torso.
Jenna and Tyler Farley are there too, the lead guitarist and bassist respectively--the brunette and redhead have been married for years. They’re great, but Grant and Lee have been on posters on my walls since I first heard the band perform.
And as the bouncer nods to me, I hurry forward, my stomach full of butterflies. What do I even say?! How am I supposed to act? A hundred thoughts race through my head as I nervously present myself before the four…
...and when they all turn to look at me, their reaction couldn’t be more unexpected.
Grant and Lee’s eyes go wide. Grant looks me up and down with ravenous eyes, and my face goes red as a cherry when I see Lee’s face split into a wolfish grin.
“Um...hi!” I say. I can’t think of a single other thing to say.
“Hey,” Grant says in a voice as smooth as silk and thick as smoke. “If you’re lost, don’t worry, you’re in the right place now.”
My stomach does a somersault, and I bite my lip.
Jenna rolls her eyes. “She won the raffle, dickhead, she’s here to meet us.”
“Oh!” Grant says, chuckling. It’s kind of a relief to see him taken off-guard, but he and Lee are so tall that they still seem to dominate the room, no matter what. Grant steps forward and sticks out a hand.
“Well then, congrats. I’m Grant, this is Lee, Jenna, and Tyler. Been a fan long?”
“Oh my god,” I say, hardly able to contain my excitement as I feel Grant’s massive hand cover mine and shake it before I shake everyone else’s. “I-I-I...yeah! I’m Stacy. I’ve been a fan since high school!”
“She sounds almost as starstruck as you two,” Tyler says, chuckling. He puts his arm around Jenna, and the two give each other a knowing look. “Hey, Stacy, me and Jenna are going to hit the bar, think you’ll be okay getting to know Grant and Lee a little better?”