A Professor. Or two. Or three.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, statuesque brunette in her mid-40s, wearing a tightly-cinched corset, elbow length gloves, and thigh-high boots with spike-heels, all in shiny red leather. Her luscious boobs and shaved pussy were exposed for all to see.

"You must be Miss Gelman," the woman said.

"Mister Gelman," Owen corrected. "And yes, I am."

The woman smiled. "Pleased to me you, Mister Gelman. I'm Professor Detville, with the Art department. May I come in?"

Owen obliged.

"So, what's this about?" Owen asked. "I'm not taking any Art classes."

"I'm aware of that Mister Gelman," the professor explained. "I'm here to ask you if you'd be willing to serve as a model. I assure you that you'd be well compensated."

Owen thought for a moment, and then said, "Sure, why not?"

Professor Detville positively beamed. "Wonderful! If you could visit me in my offices tomorrow, we'll try to work out a schedule."

She handed him her card. Then she paused for a moment.

"Uhm, if you don't mind, I have a more...personal request. You know what bukkake is?"

Remastered pre-Pulse porn was a television staple, so Owen knew what she was talking about. "Sure. I'm guessing you want to know what it's like?"

Prof. Detville nodded. "Yes, please. Would you?"

Owen shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"You're so nice, I mean, I figured, why not just ask him?" Professor Detville said excitedly as she knelt down.

"Please excuse me -- are you ... O. N. Gelman?"

"That's his name, not his initials. The name is Owen, right?"

Owen was distracted from his little favor to his new art teacher as two women immediately appeared in his doorway. I have to remember basic things like shutting that thing, Owen reminded himself. Still, he did not mind the view of two hot and somewhat older women. One was a blonde with haughty features and big glossy luscious bee-stung lips, the other a raven-haired sweetheart with peculiarly retro glasses. They both were dressed in a rather formal and businesslike way, but for the high hemlines and bare midriffs, yet there was no hiding how sensational their curves were.

"Owen, Owen," the blonde corrected herself. "Hi, Owen Gelman, I'm Dr. Eaton, I'll be your oral arts teacher."

"Oral arts?"

"Yes, you said you were pursuing an interest in public speaking, so that would be me."

"Well, Mom always said I had a nice voice," Owen replied.

"Oral arts, hah!" the raven-haired one snickered. "Nothing against them, but believe me, sooner or later those classes become great big cunnilingus orgies. By the way, Owen, I'm Dr. McKenzie, I'll be your introductory biology teacher. So, ah ... what's going on?"

"I asked Owen for bukkake," enthused Professor Detville, "and with any luck he's going to give it to me!"

Dr. Eaton gasped and clutched at her throat. "Bukkake!? Really!?"

"Oh, that sounds so fascinating!" gushed Dr. McKenzie. "You don't mind if we watch, do you, Owen?"

"I suppose not," he said.

He felt a little self-conscious at the gasps of appreciation from all three as he unzipped, flopped out, and then swiftly began to stroke himself to hardness. Dr. Eaton's eyes nearly popped out of her lovely face as her hand continued to protectively cover her neck, while Dr. McKenzie could not help but reach forward and brush a couple of fingertips against his suddenly turgid shaft. It seemed to Owen that Dr. Eaton was breathing harder and coming a little more unhinged all the time.

"Ohhh!" Dr. McKenzie sighed as she gently stroked one side of his shaft. "Oh, what an exemplary penis to show off to the class, how perfectly functional!"

Owen noted that Dr. Eaton kept nervously licking her tantalizing lips more and more frequently as he kept jacking himself. At last he let fly onto Professor Detville's lovely awaiting face, cumming hard and big. She was dazed and rapturous over how copiously he was splattering her face.

"Ohh, mmm, just look at that thing," Dr. Eaton whimpered, gulping and licking more blatantly than ever. "Mmmmm, oh wow, all that nice thick semen!"

"You're, telling ... meee!" Professor Detville got out as she massaged, or damn near mauled, her naked breasts with one hand while plunging the other one down deep into her hot wet needful snatch. "I always knew I was born for a man to cum all over, I just knew it!"

Dr. Eaton bellowed a brutish groan and then sank to her knees, her mouth suddenly impaling itself on Owen's stubbornly erect phallus. She pistoned her head over his cock with kamikaze determination, her eyes shut in concentration, her hair going all wild as she moaned with a kind of primal hunger. At last Owen could not help but release a new pulse of semen into her greedy mouth.

"Is there a problem?"

Owen turned to see a visitor from through the adjoining wall. "Oh, hi, Roxi."

"Are these women bothering you?"

"Roxi, no, these are three of my teachers."

"Stud, you need to learn," Roxi mused. "When I tell you, Beware of women, I mean beware of women. ALL women, even faculty ... I'm sorry, you gals, but Mr. Gelman could really use some alone time right now."

"Oh, we were just handing him our syllabi. Weren't we, girls?" encouraged Dr. McKenzie.

So the three teachers did in fact hand Owen syllabi from out of their purses. Dr. McKenzie first left, then Professor Detville, still breathless and clearly still a bit aroused from all the semen splattered thickly across her face and hair and neck, and then Dr. Eaton as some semen continued to drool back out from her spellbinding lips. "We can't wait for class," each one murmured to him.

Roxi used her whole body to slump back against the door. "What's the matter, stud -- student body not good enough for you anymore?"

"Well, it's just -- "

Owen shut up. As pissed-off as Roxi pretended to be, it was clear from how she was shucking her clothes back off that she was also incredibly aroused.

(Originally posted on the BEAddventure by Shendude and DruulEmpire)