Fertile Professor: A Breeding, Pregnancy, Lactation Trilogy

By Belle Hart

In these 3 erotic stories, English professor Trudie gives in to the advances of her sexy undergraduate student, Jackson, resulting in pregnancy and a steamy ongoing affair.

Contains the following stories:

"Breeding the Professor":
Trudie is a sexy older Latina woman who teaches English literature at a university. She secretly has a crush on one of her students, but is trying to resist his advances. At the same time she's toying with the idea of having a one-night stand with a stranger in order to get pregnant. Fate intervenes and combines her two desires.

"Pregnant Professor":
Trudie, an English literature professor, is pregnant from a one-night stand with one of her students. She's surprised when he shows up on her doorstep months later, ready for something more serious. Fireworks explode again between them as they start a hot affair. Pregnancy hormones make her hornier than usual and he's turned on by her rounder growing belly.

"Lactating Professor":
Trudie, a sexy English professor, is a new mom with a much younger boyfriend. She and Jackson - her lover and former student - still find time to have sex whenever they can, enjoying her round lactating breasts. They can be a little rougher now that she's not pregnant, and have a kinky sex session in her kitchen one night instead of making dinner.

Warning: These stories contain explicit sex and are for adults only.

Length: 11,700 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Belle Hart
• Release date: Dec 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301556809

Belle Hart

Belle Hart is an erotica author who likes to write raunchy taboo stories, and occasionally sexy romance.

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Fertile Professor

A Breeding, Pregnancy, Lactation Trilogy

by Belle Hart

Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright 2012 by Belle Hart

All rights reserved.

www.bellehart.com

Table of Contents

Breeding the Professor

Pregnant Professor

Lactating Professor

Other stories by Belle Hart

Breeding the Professor (back to top)

I open my eyes. It's too early to wake up. I can’t sleep. I need to relax more. It’s 3:30 in the morning. My insomnia keeps getting worse. There’s only one surefire thing that will get me back to sleep and not leave me groggy the next day. Masturbation.

I groan as I get out of bed and take my pajamas off. I dig through my dresser drawer ‘til I find my lavender vibrator. You’d think this was a chore, the way I’m acting. That just means I really need it.

I throw the covers back on the bed and climb inside. I turn the nightstand lamp on dimly, so I can see my naked body. I’m in good shape for a 40-year-old woman. I like to workout. I run my hands over my light brown skin. I’m pretty petite, but my breasts are nice and round, slightly bigger than you’d expect on my frame, but they’re natural. I pull my long dark brown hair back and spread it across the pillow.

I’m starting to get into this, feeling sensual. I can feel I’m getting wet. Won’t need to use lubricant. I turn on the vibe and the low humming sound it makes causes more wetness. I drag the vibe across my skin, down my chest, over my belly, and slowly slip it into my pussy. I gasp. That feels so good. Why have I not done this in a while?

I push it deep inside, feeling the vibrations pulse through my core. I start to moan. I need a fantasy. I invent a random guy to think about, but that’s just not doing it for me.

I’m a professor at the State University. I teach a lot of handsome young men. And women too, but the men catch my eye. They are more like boys. So young. They are also off limits to me. I’m not allowed to date students. Which is frustrating. I’m pretty good looking, and a lot of them have tried over the years, but I’ve always had to say no. I wonder if that’s why I’m so frustrated.

There is one young man in particular I’ve got a silent crush on. He’s tall, handsome, an athlete, dark hair. I teach English literature, and his papers are always so insightful. I can feel my pleasure getting more intense as I think about him. His name is Jackson. I may not be able to date him in real life, but I can fantasize all I want.

I picture him grabbing me, kissing me, reaching down and sliding his fingers into my pussy. Making me writhe with ecstasy. I moan louder and slip the vibe out of my cunt and press it gently against my clit. I feel pleasure swirl up intensely as my muscles clench and I arch my back. I yell as an orgasm grips me. Aftershocks of pleasure dance through me as I relax my muscles and let the vibe drop from my fingers. I fall quickly back to sleep.

I’m in the middle of a lecture on Thomas Hardy. Jackson is there in the middle of the classroom,