Smothering the homesickness (Grace)*

"You have no idea what it's like, having an always horny teenager at home…"

The still-young Professor Langston proclaimed exasperatedly at his post-doc assistant, immune to the fact that the other man remained childless.

"I wake up to her sucking me off, every day. I go to the bathroom… she follows me in. I try to read something at breakfast; I've got to do it around her bouncing, little body. By the time I get in the car my balls are aching and my cock is just rubbing raw against my pants because the damn thing just doesn't get a rest!"

Splashed across the desk between the two of them, Grace could almost feel the junior academic's thoughts through the twitching of his cock in her gullet. After all, for all his complaints, Prof Langston always seemed to find the juices and energy left to fuck at least one pretty, young student per class… or booked in for an extra-study session over lunch, as she had been. 'It was vital to maintain a friendly and open relationship with each of your professors', the Good Student's Guide to Modern College stated… so Miss Yarland had made sure to plan ahead when she would be free to offer herself to all of them. It was becoming a bit of a scheduling nightmare as she realised you were taught by a lot more random drop-in for a lecture or two educators than in high school. Combined with all the clubs and support groups she'd joined, there barely seemed to be a moment free…

The girl hadn't been back to sleep in her own Dorm in weeks. She might just get a chance to run in for a shower and some fresh clothes on the way to class. But, more often than not she had to ask to borrow the en-suite in some visiting speaker's hotel room, or nip into the pool's changing rooms then dash naked through a department store's selection to pick out anything that wasn't ripped, stained and stinking of semen. The pitying looks the checkout girl's gave her while keeping one bored husband or another busy were kind of embarrassing, but she didn't really care.

In truth… Grace still missed her family. Her father and brothers had insisted that she move out and get some space of her own at last. After all, they still had Skye… and the support payments from her newborn were more than enough to hire a live-in maid. 'Maria' had looked a little nervous when she'd waved off the prodigal daughter surrounded by all the Yarland men. From what had been reported back to her, Grace got the impression that not a lot of actual cleaning was getting done, but the golden-skinned twenty-something was getting more used to being an orgasmically-blissful puddle on the floor of the lounge… She'd learn how to slip in some laundry around that, eventually. Still, without the needs and desires of all those other souls to think about… the college freshman had found herself a little lost. Throwing herself into the whirl of every available extra-curricular activity there was seemed just about the only way to fill the void. Busy, busy, busy and always full of cock… that seemed to be her motto for the moment.

The professor who's desk she was occupying came at last into the depths of Grace's rectum. It did indeed feel like he was already running low on spunk to squirt inside of her. He collapsed back into his chair, presumably agonising about how many times he was going to have to bring his own flesh and blood to orgasm as well, when he got home. Young Miss Yarland knew only-child's could often get a little… obsessive about their opposite sex parents. I mean, just look at Simone. So she did sympathise with the man a little. Yet, it was clear the post-doc was still living in hope that he might yet find someone compatible to build a family of his own with. Grace spat him out and span herself around to encourage such optimism. Perhaps her womb would be his lottery-winning receptacle! ...Though where on earth she would fit having a baby in around all her other responsibilities, she really didn't know.