Chapter 57

“That’s it! You’ve lost!” shouted Professor Whit. “And such a good ass. You’re going to make me come, too.”

The professor yanked my ass off the desk so he could impale me even deeper, and he roared as he filled his condom with semen.

“Class dismissed,” said Professor Whit, panting. “Explaining the grip of secret societies as a force in alterity as demonstrated by Mr. Cramer’s submission will be on the final.”

The other students shuffled out, murmuring to each other in shock. My breath remained rapid, and the adrenaline from my orgasm still coursed through me.

“What do I do now?” I asked, wiping come from my cheek.

“You can’t graduate. The League won’t permit it.”

“That’s not fair! I passed all my classes.”

“Too bad. As you might imagine, the League has influence with the board of trustees.”

“I can’t believe the school would let you get away with fucking me in class! People outside the school…hell, people everywherewill hear about it!”