Anything for an A (one male needed)

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"Fuck... Fuck.... Fuck me..." Jane bit her lip as she sped down the empty hallway. She was anything, but plain. Her long slender legs looked good as they carried her down the hall flashing a plump cheek every now and then as they lifted her cheer skirt. She halted quickly letting her blonde locks whip her in the face as she eyed the name on the room. Good. She needed a science teacher. As she peered through the frosted glass she was able to make a figure out at the desk. With a deep breath she gathered herself and knocked at the door.

"Mister? Sir? My name is Jane Pierson and I'm a cheerleader here at St. Michael's College" Jane paused hoping he'd hear her out. She had just failed out of her chemistry course and if she didn't make up the credit through a science exposure she'd be suspended from cheer for an entire semester. Jane lived for cheer. If she couldn't be on that field for game day there was no point in her being at college at all. She would do anything including a stupid camping trip to stay a Devilette. "I heard about your camping trip as a science credit and I know it's really late, but I would do anything to get on this trip...."

She dropped her head for a moment realizing how lost cause this might have been. Who even knew if there were any other students going and if there were it would be out in the middle of nowhere. Jane was just a freshman in college. Pretty little 19 year old fresh meat. She would look stupid out in the wilderness. The way she looked now just screamed of suburbanite. She was tall for her height, 5'7" with a slender frame, but ample curves. Her eyes were a deep emerald that burned brighter against her fair skin. She was a bombshell and on the field in a cheer outfit was where she belonged, but she'd play teacher's pet out in the wild so long as she could cheer next semester.
 
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Professor Alex Rogers was sitting in his office enjoying his cup of tea. He was working on the plan for the upcoming science trip. 47 students. And me and my assistant. That's 49. Hmm... He started detailing out the accommodation requirements and the activities and required logistics for them.

As he studied the initial draft, someone knocks and before he can respond a head pops in. He recognized her as a member of the cheerleading squad. And she was in uniform too. She forced herself into his room and starts explaining. The professor thinks it would be better to let her explain, listening closely before reacting.

She wants to go to science camp...Na...that's for sophomores. And she's only a freshman. Hmm...but she sure seems desperate for this trip. Maybe she can be considered as a special case... Maybe. The professor, though friendly amongst students, was known to be a strict abider of the rules.

He hears her out completely then adjusting his glasses smiles. "Miss Pierson, would you mind taking a seat?" he gestures to the two chairs across his desk.
 
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"er... sure." Jane walked over to a seat careful not to show too much leg as she sat down. With a quiet gesture she placed her back pack on the ground beside her chair. She didn't know much about Professor Rogers, but she was hoping he was a resident nice guy. Of course whatever the case she was making quite an interesting first impression. Especially in her outfit.

There was nothing conservative about the cheer outfit and as a blush crept across her cheeks she was suddenly embarrassed she had voted for the damn thing to begin with. It consisted of a tight white top which cupped her breast and was tied in a bow underneath and between them. Her midsection was exposed to reveal her tight and flat stomach before meeting the edge of her school girl pleated maroon skirt. She crossed her ankles wishing she had her poms to hide behind.

"I know it's really late Professor Rogers, but there are no other spaces left in any of the trips and I really wanted to go on one." The blonde blinked letting the emerald of her eyes peer through her long lashes. She was near begging, but that's what she was here for. She would beg on her knees if she had too.
 
He studied her closely, a pleasant smile ever present on his face. As she sat down he noticed her outfit from up close. No wonder our sports teams are so good, he thought. Even I could play like hell, if someone that hot wearing something like that cheered for me, the professor thought.

He picked up his glass of tea from the table and took a sip, staring into her cleavage as he lowered his neck. Wearing glasses helped his cause, his ogling, lecherous eyes were easily camouflaged by glare of his spectacles. Boy were those some lovely breasts inside that top...what would I not give to have them in my hands, or better my mouth, he wondered as he lowered his cup and looked up, making eye contact.

Swallowing his tea, he started in a matter-of-factly tone, "Miss Pierson, I am sorry, there is nothing much that can be done. The camp is for second years and I cannot enroll you on it. Sorry."
 
She shifted slightly in her seat as she crossed her slender legs leaning forward a bit to compensate the new position. She wasn't even conscious of the fact that her breasts were straining against her top. Well she was a tiny bit aware of it, but Jane wasn't the type to be forward. She knew how much trouble she could get into, but if, if he were just a tiny bit into her maybe, just maybe she'd have her chance of slipping in.

With a quiet nod she pouted a bit. Jane leaned back into the chair letting her breaths give a slow and steady rise and fall to her chest. She bit her lip in quiet contemplation nibbling lightly at her soft flesh before speaking. "I failed a science credit and I'm willing to do anything to make it up. I'm begging you Professor, if there's anything else I can do, I'll do it"

Jane rested her hands at the edge of the desk and she leaned forward a bit putting on her best desperation face. Her breasts were trapped between her biceps and were bulging slightly out of her top screaming to be free. "Is there anything? I could stay after school, spend weekends doing eco friendly cleanup.... I won't tell anyone you did me this favor, I just don't know what else to do."
 
The professor could sense intense desperation in the student before him. But why...After all it was a failed course. She could catch up next term. Is it her parents? Peer pressure? Or something else... His eyes widened slightly as her breasts bulged towards him, as if wanting to get to him, direly wanting to escape the binds holding them.

He wanted to get closer to them too. Maybe feel them...she won't mind, if he allowed her permission to be on the trip. He got up and walked around the table to her, the smile still on his face. "Tell me one thing, Miss Pierson..." He placed his hands on the desk and lowered his buttocks on the edge of the table, besides her, sitting slightly, feet still on the floor. "Why is all this so important for you? Can't you simply do the credits next term?" He looked down as the blonde looked up at her and he could see down her cleavage now...just that seeing wasn't good enough any more.
 
As he got out of his chair she let out a soft exhale as if she had been holding her breath all that time. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe the desperation or the tension slowly building up in her body. She was excited. Professor Rogers was not an unattractive man. Luck was on her side when she knocked on that door, but now she had to play her cards right or she was out on her butt and out of cheer for an entire semester. She kept her hands on his desk as he sat near her. She could feel the heat on his body and subconsciously she pushed her chest forward only slightly to expose more of her cleavage.

"I won't be able to cheer next semester..." She said with a soft, but sad voice. She dropped her head slightly eyeing him from beneath her lashes. She had never really fooled around before. Most of the time that Jane spent with men were in her relationships, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd be in this position. She bit her lips slightly trying to stifle the smile. Who knew it could be exciting, maybe she could spend most of the wilderness dragging him back into his tent.

She shook the thought away and drew in a deep breath. "It'll be ugly turtle neck sweaters that my mom swore I'd wear if I failed another credit. If I don't make it up now on an excursion trip or other extra credit, I'll be out of cheer and into my mom's conservative catholic lifestyle." She added as her jaw tensed at the thought of her mother's conservative outlook on life. She would have loved to see the look on her face if mama could see her now.
 
The sadness in her tone was palpable as she talked about missing cheer. She seemed to really love it. And talk about pushing her into a strict catholic lifestyle. No no...that would be criminal. A lovely girl like her deserved to be free...free to choose what she wanted to do...this is where she belonged. And if she wanted to be a cheerleader, so be it. My cock twitches a little, as if grunting in sleep, from all that ogling.

Love for cheerleading, eh...I wasn't expecting that as a reason, he thought. "Oh...So you love being a cheerleader? Is it so?" He pauses and adds, "I must say, our school has the best cheerleading team in the state. If it weren't for you and your team our boys wouldn't have won half the match they actually did."
 
Jane could trace back all the years of cheering. Everything from college recruitment to her days as a toddler running around and cheering on her father for every little task he did. She had always been in love with it and would have been devastated if she lost it.

At the mention of cheer she lit up feeling a bit of pride as he mentioned the football team. "Morale." She said with a gentle nod. "I love cheering and there's nothing in the world I'd rather be doing. I'm so close, so close to keeping my spot permanently as Varsity co-captain and I would hate to lose that chance." She bit back her hesitation and laid her hand on the top of his knee, resting her fingers on his thigh.

"I don't know if you understand, but please...." Jane pulled her hand back and straightened out as she heard a shuffle in the hallway. As the student passed without notice she looked back at Professor Rogers. "I... Maybe we should talk about this somewhere more private. People talk around here and I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation..." She was honest about that. Nobody wanted a ruined reputation and she was sure she could get more comfortable in more private settings.
 
The professor smiled as Jane talked about going some where private, as if they were about to do something illegal, at least she seemed to give the impression that she won't say no if the professor did something illegal...that won't be necessary though as the professor had the room sound-proofed. Even the sound of a small bomb inside would not get out.

"You need not worry too much about my reputation, Miss Pierson. This room is sound-proofed from the inside. This is as private a place as any other you can think of." Then noticing her ease up a bit, he adds. "Tell me one thing...who, who designs the cheerleading costumes for your team?"
 
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Jane eyed the door for a moment feeling a little more comfortable knowing nobody could really see in and now nobody could hear a thing. She leaned forward once more getting comfortable in the chair before placing her hand back on his knee. She traced small patters with her index fingers as she talked. "The girls do." She whispered softly. "We design them and then vote for them before the season begins."

She leaned back, but stuck out her chest slightly bringing her hands up to brush away her hair from covering her chest. "The bow..." She explained tracing her fingers along the curvature of her breasts. "Is fully functional... One little pull and... they're free." She said with a slight flick of her tongue. "We're supposed to wear spandex underneath our skirts, but I only do that on game days." She added before tracing a finger down her side to her skirt. "I prefer lace on practice days."

She took a deep breath before rest her hands on both his knees. "I hope you don't mind the details..." Jane huffed slightly biting her lip in anticipation. "What did you do in college Professor? If you don't mind me asking..."
 
The professors was unaffected by the girl's hand on his knee, but he could sense the tension in the room building up. He could sense that she would literally do anything to get the credits. Anything... And he would oblige.

"That is a pretty little bow," The professor commented looking down at it, even bending his neck a little. He then lowered his hand under it and held it in his thumb and forefinger. Looking up into your eyes, he remarked with a smile, "Nice fabric." As you nod in agreement smiling back, he grabs at one end of it and tugs, opening up the bow. The smile on the professor's face vanishes instantly, replaced by an expression of hunger and lust.
 
Jane gasped audibly as her breasts broke free of their cage. Her ample breasts bounced lightly as she stood up to meet the professor's gaze. She could feel the heat building up in her cheeks and between her legs. She wanted him and she couldn't explain the hunger rising up in her body. Jane brushed her fingers against the side of his jaw before touching his lips. With her other hand she took his and brought it to her breast.

Without hesitation she allowed herself to close the distance between them and she laid a gentle kiss on his lips enticing him to take her, to teach her the lesson she'd been waiting for all semester. "I want you..." She whispered against his jaw letting the heat of her breath tickle his skin. "I'll do anything..." she reminded him. "I'm yours..."
 
The professor nodded in agreement sitting back on the table, knees apart and then pull Jane up to him against the table, making him stand between them. He looked into her eyes and kissed her again, this time with exchange of tongues. She kisses as well as she cheers, he thought.

As their tongues got acquainted, the professor parted Jane's top from the middle and slid it out of her arms, letting it drop to the floor. Though the exposed breasts craved for his attention, he preferred to wait a bit more. Placing his hands on her back, he pulled her closer to him, the rough skin of his palms sliding over the soft, smooth skin of her back. Breaking the kiss he commented in a little more than a whisper... "You really don't know what you are getting yourself into."
 
Jane succumbed to his touch as he pulled her closer. She had to resist the moan that was aching in her chest as he explored her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his craving more of his touch, but as he yielded it only made her want more.

She shivered lightly as he dropped her top exposing the gentle skin of her body. Her cheeks flushed lightly at the slight exposure, but Jane melted into the movement. "You're right... I don't." The words left her lips slowly and softly as she parted away from his lips. Each syllable was broken by a breath as it became shallow and more needy. She feathered her kisses lightly against his jaw and neck, tracing a small pattern up to his ear. "So show me..." She urged him wanting nothing, but to please him.
 
The professor had given his warning, but the blonde seemed to be in no mood to relent. She even had the audacity to tease him and urge him to go on..."show her" the professor definitely will.

He pulled her back and looked down at her breasts - two soft jell-like mounds of flesh arising from her chest, decorated by a couple of pinkish brown nipples. His eyes lit up at the beauty and perfect symmetry, but he had waited long enough now. Instantly he lowered his head onto her right one, his lips parting to cover the nipple on it. He adjusted his teeth, digging them a little into the flesh and started sucking, like a hungry child. "Hmmmm..." he breathed in contentment, sliding his right hand onto her left one, grabbing it and gently squeezing it.
 
Her skin tingled with the tension that was building up in the room, it was electric and tingled all the way down between her legs. It was a feeling she had never felt before. The idea that she would get caught, that this was somewhat taboo because it was between and student and a professor and the fact that she would be in for mind blowing pleasure excited her.

Jane drew in a breath as his lips made contact with her breast. She relished the sensation and pushed at her chest to give him more access. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly urging him on.
 
The professor relished her first breast and pulling out, he took a large gulp, before latching on the second one. As he sucked, his hands slid behind her onto her buttocks, where he lifted up her skirt from the back and slid his hands onto her buttcheeks, gently stroking them, with occasional squeezes.

At this moment, the professor's mind was racing. Finally! Finally, he had a 'live' specimen, if you can say that, on whom he could carry out a few of his wicked experiments. And he was sure that she had no choice but to consent. Maybe he'll take her to science camp. Yes. As a special case. No one would object. He could keep her in his room. Experiment on her there. She'll have her grade, of course and I'll have my satisfaction too, he thought as he let go of her breast.

He raised his head, smiling and breathing hard. "Miss Pierson," he started, his face serious now, "I am willing to take you on Science Camp. As a special case. But to qualify for that, you have to undergo a few medical and fitness tests." It was ironic that the professor could talk in so professional a manner, considering that his hands were still on her hips.
 
Jane had never done anything quite like this. She had always been around guys her own age and here she was messing around with a professor. Something about it felt different. It was more exciting and it made her feel hot all over. She kept her hands in his hair playing with each lock as she bit her lip to quell the pleasure she was feeling.

When he pulled away and mentioned science camp Jane almost jumped with joy, but she kept still and smiled instead. "Like I said anything." Medical and physical tests sounded interesting. She was imagining maybe a physical and then running on a treadmill to see how long she could go for, but part of her knew it was going to be a lot more exciting than that.

"Test away Professor" While she had no idea what she was getting into, Jane figured it couldn't hurt. Whatever it was she was excited for it, ready to take whatever he was going to give.
 
The professor nodded at his students approval, which he found to be more of an invitation, though his face remained expressionless. He hands moved up a little to grab the elastic of her panties and lowered them down to her thighs in one tug, from where they slid down her slender legs.

As she stepped out of her panties, the professor slid off his desk and after standing, turned around, switching places with her. He lifted her up a little by her buttocks and pushed her onto the table, her ass sliding over the polished wood. Looking down he raised her skirt from the middle and then, lifting her legs by her calves, he made her gently lie down on the table. He looked up at her face and nodded as if to make sure she was comfortable and then lowered his eyes. His face lit up as he looked down at her bare crotch and his cock started enlarging and hardening as blood rushed to his loins.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he pulled her hips to the edge of the table and knelt down in front of it. He studied her genitalia closely for a bit - the pinkish clitoris, the tender pussy lips and the opening to her vagina hidden somewhere in between. He could tell that they hadn't been used much, at least not by a man.

He had seen enough now. He lowered his lips onto her clitoris first, kissing and sucking on it a bit, and then unleashed his muscular tongue on her pussy lips, moving it back an forth on them. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating and the penis in his pants continued to engorge. "Hmmm…" he moaned as he breathed in the arousing odor, nibbling on her lips, pressing his nose on her clit.

He raised his head and bend her thighs on her belly, so that her ass crack also became visible to him. Then spreading her legs a tad, he ordered, "Here, hold your legs by your knees and keep then like this."
 
Jane felt her breath become shallow and more erratic. As she lay down she couldn't help, but wonder what was going to happen. While she wasn't an angel, Jane didn't have very much experience at all. In fact this was probably only the third man she had ever been with. She laid there easing herself into comfort as he knelt down in front of her. Jane could tell today was going to be full of firsts. The only other man to examine her the way the Professor was now was her gynecologist.

She controlled her breathing trying to keep it from speeding up, but the anticipation was making her hot. Before she knew it she gasped again struggling to keep her breath as his lips touched her sensitive clit. It was slow and easy at first and she bit her lip relishing the pleasure she was feeling.

She moaned softly at the feel of his tongue pushing her hips up to meet him in this new sensation. She had never let anyone go down on her before and the feeling was amazing. She pressed her palms against the desk trying to keep herself still. She opened her eyes when he pulled away, but didn't ask questions.

Without comment she nodded and obeyed. She grabbed her knees and held them up and apart. The cold air against the heat of her skin was driving her crazy as she anticipated his next move.
 
Having been relieved of her legs, the professor got back to work again. His lips got back to nibbling at her clit as he slipped a couple of fingers into her. He could feel her vagina clench them, as if wanting them to stay inside. His hardening cock twitched as he felt the heat and wetness inside. Soon he start moving his fingers in her, each inward thrust pushing in a bit deeper into her. Feeling his fingers quite wet, he pulled them out and slipped them into her mouth, tasting her juices. He then pushed in three fingers this time, her dilated pussy easily accommodating the additional digit. He pressed his them hard against her walls as he fingered her.

The professor was having the time of his life. He had never done this with a girl so young, the youngest till then being his assistant. And boy was he enjoying it. Her teenage body was more responsive and sensitive to his touches and she was totally in her control. He started imagining the things he would be doing to her on the trip, his mind racing with ideas and plans and related logistic requirements, as his cock hardened completely inside his trousers.

He got up and pulled out his fingers, then bending over, he brought them to her mouth. Taste yourself. As she obliged, sucking on his fingers, he slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants.
 
Her eyes traced over the tan of her hands as they turned pale from the pressure she was applying to her knees. The feeling was intense something she had never experienced before. She tilted her head back moaning softly as he assaulted her clit and gasped as his fingers explored her tightness. Jane bit her bottom lip trying hard to keep her hips still as he spread her further adding a digit to the already delicious pleasure.

She wanted to gyrate her hips and meet his hands to send him deeper and deeper into her, but she didn't want to anger him or mess up his rhythm. So instead she forced herself to sit still as he played with her, tested her sensitivity and brought her closer and closer to the edge. Before she could reach climax he pulled away from her his fingers discontinuing their delicious assault.

Jane reeled in her breaths as he offered his fingers to her. She tasted her sweet juices and craved more of him. She eyed him hungrily as she slid her hands down her body to her skirt where she undid the zipper and pushed them off her legs and kicked them to the floor leaving her body bare for him to play with.
 
Alex's hand went inside his opened fly and into his boxers, where it grabbed his hardened cock. Eyeing her closely, as Jane stripped off the last bit of clothing on her, he pulled out his shaft. He let go of it, letting his student see what was about to enter her shortly - it was big, easily above ten inches and thick too as well as a shade browner than the professor's tanned face. Jane could see that it was uncut as the professor pulled the skin of his cock back and forth, testing its hardness.

She had seen enough now, time to bury it, the professor thought, as he pulled her towards himself by her legs. Placing her ankles on his shoulders, he looked down and grabbed his cock, gently tapping it on her pussy lips between her thighs. The professor could feel the tenderness of her lips on his hardened cock, a tenderness he was about to violate. Sensing her body throb for more, he rubbed his cock on her lips, the underside of it, sliding back and forth over the wetness.

Locating her entrance, he positioned the tip of his cock on her vulva. Enough with the teasing, he thought. "You badly want that, don't you?" he asked, and then without waiting for a reply, he jerked his hips in her direction. The head of his cock slithered into her and he couldn't help but let out a loud moan of pleasure as her walls clenched his head. He got used to the sensation soon enough and then pulled out his cock, before pushing it back in, slowly making her vagina stretch and accommodate his penis.
 
Jane watched him curiously biting her lip slightly as the anticipation sent heat between her legs. As he pulled out his cock her eyes widened. He was huge, much larger than the college boys she had called her boyfriends. She had remembered the fullness she felt with her last boyfriend who was only about eight inches and thick. Yet here was the Professor with a larger cock ready to pound her mercilessly. She nibbled lightly on her lip wondering how all that would fit inside her.

Jane rested her head back on the desk as he pulled her towards him. Her toned legs rested on his shoulders as she felt the heat of his body radiate into her. She gasped, quaking slightly as he tapped his cock on her pussy. Each touch teasing her, frightening her and exciting her all the same.

"Oh yes, please" She nodded letting out a small response. As he shoved his cock into her tightness she moaned slamming her palms against the desk in surprise. She could feel herself stretching and tightening around his cock and it sent a shrill pulse of pleasure through her body. She moaned again feeling a fullness she had never imagined in her wildest dreams. She bucked her hips slightly to meet his thrust and send him deeper into her making Jane tilt her head back in utter greedy pleasure.
 
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