2 comments/ 53123 views/ 4 favorites Straight 'A' Student By: kimbelina My name's Amber, but my sorority sisters call me 'Straight A'. Why? It's really a perfect nickname, which is why it stuck. I'm a great student, straight A grades. 'Straight' also fits because I'm pretty predictable, not much of a rule-breaker. But unfortunately the other connotation is my 'A' cup breasts. Oh, who am I kidding - they'd be an A minus cup, if there were such a thing. The only A minus I've ever earned! Don't get me wrong, I'm attractive - I'm 20, blonde with blue eyes, and lean and tan from all the sports I participate in - tennis, swimming, track. And I'm OK with my body, but I've always been a competitive person, and whenever one of my friends - or worse, an enemy - ribs me with the 'Straight A' comment, I cringe a little. Fortunately, I had found a great guy who loved me just for who I was, and never joined in the fun when our friends called me 'Straight A'. I had met Jason in a psych class during freshman year, we clicked right away and started dating, and we were still going strong, almost two years later. He obviously couldn't stay over at the sorority house, so I spent at least a few nights a week in his dorm room. Last night, he had taken me out for dinner at this great Indian restaurant just off campus, and we came back to his room and went at it for a while before falling asleep in each other's arms. His alarm woke us both up at 7 - although he was in more of a hurry than I was, his first class being at 8. No need to get up right away, I stayed in bed and watched him get dressed. I still love watching Jason when he's naked - he has a great body. He's tall - 6'4" - and lean, with thick dark hair and deep dark eyes I always get lost in when we talk. He's got a great, firm ass that I love to grab, and a wonderful cock to go along with it - long and thick enough when erect to completely fill me and then some. "Alright sweetie, I'm going to head to class now," he said, snapping me out of my daydream, "are you going to your 9 o'clock class this morning?" "Yeah, I shouldn't miss it - the professor said he'd be going over what will be on the test." "OK, well, just let yourself out and I'll see you later! Do you want to go check out that new movie tonight?" "Yeah, good idea - I'll meet you back here at about 6 tonight." As he headed out the door, I had every intention of getting up and dressed, but was having one of those sleepy mornings when it felt better just to stay under the covers. Maybe just a few more minutes, I thought to myself, maybe just a few more... A little while later, I realized I had dozed off, and quickly glanced at Jason's alarm clock, realizing I'd be late for class if I didn't get my ass out of bed! I quickly got up, pulled on my bra and top, and reached for my panties, but then was interrupted by the sound of Jason's voice out in the hallway. What was he doing back at his room, had he forgotten something? And who was he talking to? It was a woman's voice, and it sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Embarrassed that I was still there, and curious to find out what was up, I found myself grabbing the rest of my clothes and darting into his closet, closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I did it, really, but oh boy, was I in for a surprise. I made myself as comfortable as I could in the closet, considering I was half naked, Jason's closet was a mess, and I couldn't let myself move for fear of making a sound. Meanwhile, I heard Jason's key in his door and the two voices entered the room. Wait -- it can't be -- what would SHE be doing in HIS room? Now that it was closer, I recognized Danielle's voice instantly. I really hoped she was just there to borrow class notes or return a CD or something else innocent. See, she and I had a bit of history together. She wasn't just the college acquaintance, the nice girl from a neighboring sorority that Jason probably thought she was. She and I went back as far as 9th grade together, and had always competed over everything -- the best grades, the best time on the track or in the swimming pool, and the best guys. If I were to find out that she and Jason were somehow involved, I don't know what I'd do. Before I could ponder this much more, I heard Jason say something that made me go cold. "Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours, Danni, it's been too long!" And even worse, her reply: "I can tell you've been longing to fondle them again -- your little Amber's tits must leave you so disappointed." "Yeah -- I'm crazy about her, but I've always been into boobs, and hers just don't do it for me." "Well, I'm always happy to serve your needs, you know that." I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Not so much that Danielle would be fooling around with my guy -- frankly, that wasn't much of a surprise -- but that Jason wasn't satisfied with me, but had never said anything! I had to see this to believe it, and realized that they were much to distracted to notice if I pushed open the closet door just enough to see what was happening. I was confronted with quite an image. Standing just next to the bed, Danielle had her hand down Jason's sweats, fondling his cock. Meanwhile, he was massaging one of her breasts in each of his hands. She was beautiful, I had to admit. Quite petite except for her D-cup boobs, with beautiful brown curly hair that cascaded down over them. As Jason and Danielle both began to moan, I was shocked to realize that rather than being angry, hurt, or disgusted, I was actually turned on by watching them. Jason was now sucking Danielle's left nipple, and as she arched her back in pleasure, I quietly unhooked my bra to give myself more access to mimic those sensations. "Drop to your knees," I heard Jason whisper, and Danielle quickly did as she was told. As soon as he had kicked off his sweats and boxers, she devoured his cock in one smooth motion, all the way to the base. Impressive. He grabbed her hair to guide her as she began quickly bobbing up and down on his ever larger, harder cock. I had given Jason blowjobs before, and he had clearly enjoyed them, but I'd never watched before, and he and I were never this raw in our love-making. This was hot, and I needed some release. My right hand fell from my breast, traced the curves of my hip, and made its way down to my pussy. After wetting my fingertips with my own juices, I started stroking my clit as I secretly watched this live sex show. After forcing her down onto his cock a few more times -- I could hear her gagging slightly -- Jason released her and she fell to one side, panting. "Are you ready to give me what Amber can't?" "Oh, yeah," Danielle grunted, and climbed onto the bed. She was still wearing her short skirt and panties, but Jason quickly tore those off and flung them across the room, leaving her naked on his bed. "I want to fuck your big, beautiful tits long and hard." "Oh yeah, Jason, I love what you do with my tits!" "Well, you know the way I like it -- get yourself ready for me." I was fascinated -- with my tiny bosom, I had no idea what they were about to do and couldn't wait to find out! I watched, and waited, and continued to fondle myself. Danielle was now on her back with her head on the pillows. Jason was still standing next to the bed, stroking his cock and watching her as she prepared to have her tits fucked, an entirely new concept to yours truly. She spread her legs slightly and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, arching her back and letting out a little whimper as she did so. As she pulled her fingers back out, I could see that they were glistening with her juices, which she proceeded to smear all over her bosom. She followed this up by spitting into each hand and massaging that liquid onto her breasts as well. Now that her tits were clearly wet, Jason joined her on the bed, straddling her chest. He placed his hard cock between her breasts, grabbed one with each hand, and squeezed them together until his cock was completely enveloped. Her hands were now free, and she quickly moved them both down to her crotch. The middle finger of her left hand was quickly busy on her clit, while two fingers of her right hand again plunged into her pussy. Jason, meanwhile, was already fucking with gusto. His cock was almost invisible to me, lost in her ample bosom, except when the very tip would seek out her waiting tongue at the end of each stroke. As he fucked her huge breasts, Jason praised them with a seemingly endless string of adjectives -- this guy was a fucking thesaurus, at least when it came to boobs -- each time stressing how much bigger, better, hotter her tits were than mine. If I weren't so ridiculously turned on, I would have been furious and overwhelmed with jealousy -- especially since the tits in question belonged to my nemesis. But it was all I could do to keep up with the rhythm of their fucking, shoving first one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy with every stroke of Jason's cock through another woman's superior tits. It wasn't long before all three of us were close to cumming. I'm not sure how long it took for me to notice that I was the only one still moaning, and how much longer still it was before I opened my eyes and saw them both looking at me through the now wide open closet door. We all just stared for a moment -- Jason with his hard cock pointed at me, Danielle looking flushed and sticky with sweat, and me kneeling on the closet floor, fingers still deep in my pussy. Embarrassed as I was to have been caught, I quickly realized that Jason and Danielle were infinitely more embarrassed. I was just caught hiding in the closet. They were the ones caught cheating. I knew that I had the upper hand in this situation, if I could just figure out how to take advantage. Suddenly, it came to me -- what I could say and do to beat Danielle at this little game. Standing up and moving towards them, I said, "Jason, I understand now that I've left you disappointed in one area of our relationship, and that you've had to find another woman to satisfy your needs." To illustrate my point, I reached out and pinched one of Danielle's nipples, hard. She was powerless to do anything but whimper. Then I continued, "But I think I know a way I can give you even more pleasure. Let's give my 'Straight A' nickname a new meaning. How about you fuck my virgin ass -- right here, right now. And I want Danielle to stay and watch, so that the next time she hears someone call me 'Straight A', she'll know exactly what 'A' we're talking about." Jason looked deep into my eyes, obviously shocked but also excited by this suggestion. "Are you sure?" "Oh yeah, baby, I want you to fuck my ass, hard." That was all he needed, and he took my hand and led me to the bed. I climbed on and stayed on all fours, looking back at him with a sexy, inviting glance. He quickly climbed on top of me, doggie style. With no warning, he plunged into me -- but it was my pussy first, with a few long, deep strokes to lubricate his cock with my juices. If we were alone, if the situation were different, he could have just stroked my pussy until we both came to orgasm. But I had a point to prove. He pulled his now wet cock out of my pussy, adjusted his weight on the bed behind me, and then placed the tip of his cock against my tiny asshole. There was no way -- what had I gotten myself into?!? But then I looked at Danielle, kept my eyes fixed on her, watched as she started to finger herself, and found my inspiration again. "Do it, Jason, I want your cock in my ass!" He started with a few gentle prods, and then realized it was best just to get it over with -- with one hard motion, he thrust at least 4 inches of his cock into my ass. The pain was excruciating, but was quickly replaced with two sensations -- a wonderful new physical pleasure I'd never quite felt before, and also the satisfaction that Danielle had to watch, helplessly stroking her clit. I could tell that neither of us would last long in this scenario -- he was now thrusting hard and fast into my tiny ass, and the initial pain was gone, replaced with insane pleasure. "Oh my god, Amber, this is so hot -- I love fucking your tiny little asshole even more than Danni's tits. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he shouted. I wanted to cum along with him, so I shifted all of my weight to my left arm, freeing up my right hand to reach for my pussy. With my thumb on my clit, two fingers in my pussy, and Jason's hard cock deep in my ass, I was on the verge of the most extreme orgasm of my life. And all the while, I had kept my eyes on Danielle. She was furiously finger-fucking herself as Jason and I both came -- he shot his load deep inside of me, yet another new feeling that was spectacular, and we both fell to the bed, completely spent. We were both too out of it to notice that Danielle had gotten up, pulled on her clothes, and was trying to slink out of the room without being noticed. I quickly came to my senses, though, and said to her, "It's OK, Danielle -- why don't you join us again sometime soon? You can use those glorious tits of yours to get Jason all hot for my ass again." "Alright, Amber, you win this round," she replied to me. Then, turning to Jason, she said "But wait until you see what I have in store for you this weekend." And with that, she left. Alone with Jason at last, I asked him, "So, how was that for you?" "Well, you both were phenomenal, but I think I was the real winner." Straight A Student Dr Fielding rejoiced the day he had created the virtual character of Edward Coburg. Edward's homepage was as benign as that of the average doctoral candidate geek but buried in it was a smear of honey that trapped the juiciest of flies: an essay on political theory entitled 'The Neo of the neo-conservatives' movement'. Every year Dr Fielding set his third year undergraduates a list of essay question one of which was 'Neo-conservatism: old dogs with new tricks?' And every year a few students, mostly the lazy, some with just pitiable low esteem for their own ideas, would waste time that could have been spent in genuine study, trying to Google the answer. And lo! They thought they had hit the jackpot, a beautifully crafted essay written by Edward, an unpublished PhD student studying at some weird English language University in the Hague. And every year, one or two would submit to him a few paragraphs of undigested plagiarism if not the whole essay. The website never showed up in the top 60 hits and therefore neatly sifted the idle from the truly committed , or the truly desperate. Nevertheless the hook had never caught such an exquisite nor unexpected fish as Angelina Day. Angelina was one of the stars of the politics departments at Oxford. She rarely failed to achieve a top grade and one or two of her papers had been put forward for publication. Hard to believe, thought Dr Fielding as he ran his eyes from the smart knee high boots to the tumbling chocolate curls that hid her down turned face that this girl was just 20 years old. Harder still to believe that someone for whom top grades seemed to come so easily had fallen into the honey trap. It took Dr Fielding an enormous effort to hide his glee and keep his face appropriately stern. He didn't want to move too quickly with this one. The others, perhaps more used to the rough in life, had reached for his offer of redemption like a lifeline. This one appeared to have a moral haughtiness. Pride before the fall. "I've been under so much pressure." she began. "I had three papers due in the same week and then a friend, well, she needed me...". Her voice shook and her hands twisted the bottom of her dress on her thighs. He shushed her with a wave of his hand. "The excuse is not important." he said. "As I'm sure you were aware when you cut and pasted from the internet, plagiarism is an offense that demands your expulsion from the University". Angelina continued to stare at the ground and her professor allowed a pregnant pause to widen. "Such a waste," he continued "of such a very beautiful talent'. He came out from behind his desk and stood in front of where she sat. He was over six foot with a large square frame. He wore black corduroy pants with a charcoal lamb wool roll neck. His salt and pepper hair and rimless spectacles were the only indications of his age and profession. "If only there was a way I could wipe such a ridiculous mistake from your record." She raised her teary eyes slowly to his crotch and then to his face where they met with a twinkly gaze. "Such a clever girl!" thought Dr Fielding. She had caught his meaning in an instant. "For a liar and a cheat, you look surprisingly appalled." said Dr Fielding. "Did you really think you could pull the wool over my eyes, disrespect me in such a blatant way without consequences?" She looked away to some corner of the room and tried to square her chin defiantly. Dr Fielding walked over to the door and checked the lock. He turned and walked back to Angelina, put his hand gently but firmly under her chin and pulled her to her feet. He stroked her jaw, her ear and her lips with his thumb while the other hand pressed into the small of her back. She was exquisite, somehow curvaceous and finely built at the same time. Her plum wool dress snaked around her breasts and hips, nipped in by a brown leather belt around her waspish waist. Angelina eyes slowly refocused and turned to meet his. "Not so bad is it?" whispered the professor. "I don't have a choice." said Angelina. "Lets just see, shall we?" said Dr Fielding, bending his head and kissing her deeply. She stayed rigid in his arms but as he alternated between prizing her lips apart and grazing his mouth across her chin, her eyes and her hairline she began to relax. She was surprised by the tenderness and sureness of his touch. There was no hint of the dangerous situation he was putting himself in. The truth was that Angelina had long found her professor attractive. But her attraction was based on naivety She enjoyed being a favorite and earnestly believed that the banter between them was a result of mutual intellectual respect. As he kissed her neck and buried his lips into the Venus cave at the base of her throat she gasped, her back arched and her hips suddenly thrust into his embrace. She was acutely aware of what a child she'd been. Dr Fielding was not interested in her mind. He laughed softly as he continued to explore the sensitive spot and her hands gripped his back for support. Next, he cupped her ass gently with both hands, with the tips of is fingers reaching just inside the hot parting between her legs and thighs. He massaged her with his hands signaling his intent as he indirectly opened and closed her pussy with his caress. With perfect synchronization, his cock reached its full erection he pressed himself against her stomach. Angelina's eyes flew open He stepped back from her and a blush flashed up around Angelina's neck and face as they both silently acknowledged how quick her consent had come. Realizing how fine the thread was, Dr Fielding unsnapped her belt and taking the hem of her dress in both hands lifted it over her head in one quick movement. Kissing her again with renewed force he pushed her down on to the sofa so she was sitting and he was kneeling between her legs. He kissed the length of her legs as he slipped off her boots before pulling off his sweater, and setting to work on her tits. "Dr Fielding. I shouldn't... you shouldn't" she whispered but even as she spoke she felt her pussy flood. First, gripping her wrists tightly next to her head her tutor butterfly kissed along the tops of the lacy black cups of her bra. Her nipples jumped to attention and her breathing became shaky. Releasing her wrists he searched behind her back and unhooked her bra. Like the earthy pop of a bottle of champagne releasing its cork, her young, ripe breasts tumbled free. He pressed as much of her plentiful sweet flesh into his mouth as he could and sucked greedily on her nipple. Angelina moaned deeply as he used both hand to press her plump tits together. He sucked on one nipple then the other rhythmically, rolling the pink buds around with his tongue until she squealed with pleasure and pain. He stood up and took off his pants. His cock reared up below his firm tanned stomach and he paused to take in the scene. Sweet Angelina, legs spread in abandon to the thrill of her senses, her breasts shinning with his saliva, mouth parted, seemed to have shrunk into the couch somewhat at the sight of his aggressive erection. Gripping her by the thighs he pulled her lower on the sofa and then straddled her hips to put his cock level with her beautiful mouth. She obediently took him into her mouth sucking hard on the head before accepting his inches into her throat. He was pleasantly surprised to note that instead of sucking him in and out like a deranged devotee at prayer (Dr Fielding blamed porn for the way some of his pretty young prey thought a man ought to be pleasured) Angelina used her hands and her tongue. She gripped his shaft tightly at the base and keeping up the sucking pressure, swirled her tongue all around the engorged head, pressing into the slit and licking up the drops of pre-cum as they appeared. The result was knee shaking. He fought not to lose control and either come in her mouth or hurt her as his hands gripped her neck, then her shoulders and then her hair. She worked him over, relentlessly nursing his cock in her hot generous mouth, as she stared up into his eyes, confirming his approval. Fighting the surge in his balls he withdrew with a soft smacking sound as her lips reluctantly gave up his cock. Angelina looked worried. Even with the tenderness of the professor's touch, surely he meant to 'punish' her by coming in her mouth or on her face? Indeed this was Dr Fielding usual modus operandi, but this young girl was a special catch and he was not ready to throw her back just yet. He knelt down and worked her lacy black panties down her legs. "Spread you legs sweetheart" he ordered. She obliged to some extent, knowing how visibly wet she must be but looking her in the eye he put both hands on her thighs and firmly opened her up the rest of the way. Keeping his smirking eye contact as long as possible, he bent his head and kissed her thigh tantalizing close to her opening. He breathed in deeply and savored her musky scent that mixed with the patchouli of her perfume. Her thighs grew rigid and she craned her neck to look in anticipation. Gently, he used his thumbs to part her pussy lips exposing her beautiful little clit to the air. He blew on her softly before allowing the tip of his tongue to make fleeting contact. She gasped and writhed in his grip. He rolled her clit between his thumbs and so sensitive was her bud that she fancied she could feel the whorl of his fingerprint on it. "Oh God. Dr Fielding. Please!" she begged. At last he sunk his tongue into the well of her pussy and supped her juices. She cried out and her hips rose up to meet his face. Again, he had to fight the urge to laugh as she crossed the line from victim to slut another time. He flicked his tongue around her clit and between the folds of her pussy as she grabbed his hand, entwining her fingers in his, flexing and gripping in tune with her building orgasm. No more teasing, he decided. His mouth locked on her clit and he mimicked her technique, gently sucking away while his tongue swirled around her straining little button and he slipped a finger, then another into her hole. He supped and licked with his eyes closed like a cat eating cream while his fingers kept her silky juices flowing. As her orgasm hit, she yelped and she tried to pull away but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her harder against his mouth so her writhing and straining only increased her torture. Finally, her whole body tensed, she gave a silent roar and her hand crushed his as waves of pleasure overtook her. She struggled free, half falling of the couch and rolling on to her stomach but he was upon her in an instant. With both of their knees of on the floor he used his weight and one arm to pin her down while he reached below for her clit with his other hand. He pressed his cock between her thighs while he strummed her clit with his middle finger and kissed her neck. Her ass strained toward his cock and her bucking urged him on. "God, she was like a peach begging to be split open" thought Dr Fielding "Don't think you can get away" he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you just like you want me to." With these words, another orgasm tore through her body and she writhed and moaned beneath him. As the tension went out of her body, he lent back from her briefly but it was only to guide the head of his cock to her pussy. With her body still twitching from the aftershock of her second orgasm, he gripped her tight little waist and sank inside. Her hot juices seemed to flood his cock, race up through his stomach and flow through his temples. His head fell back and he moaned as the walls of her pussy relaxed, giving way and allowing him to slide inside. He withdrew for the pleasure of feeling the pressure and then the giving way of her pussy lips again. This time he was able to penetrate to the full length of his cock. He gave three deep thrust in rapid succession, forcing her open to him totally. "That's it sweetheart." he murmured gruffly. Holding her rounded hips and pressing his fingers into the smooth golden orbs of her ass, he settled into his rhythm, fucking her willing pussy deep and fast for a minute and then withdrawing almost his entire length just to feel her pussy grip and then beg his cock to re-enter. He repeated this pattern with her purring sweetly and then gasping as he pulled back and plunged into her sharply. Pushing his luck, he caressed her ass with his hand, and then massaged her cute, pink asshole with his thumb. Pausing, he moistened his thumb in his mouth, and worked it into her asshole a quarter of an inch. At first she moaned with pleasure but as he pushed further she buckled and looked backed over her shoulder. 'Please no." she begged and he was reminded again of just how young she was. "Alright sweetheart." he said hauling her to her feet. He pulled the biggest cushion off the couch and tossed it on the floor. He used a kiss to lay her on her back and hooking his arm under her leg he spread her open and entered her again. The view was sweet as he looked down between their bodies and admired the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing in and out of her, her supple, gleaming body under him, her breasts pressing against his chest as her back arched and she drove him even deeper inside with her legs and her arms. The contrast of her soft, small undulating body against his hard, tanned frame was a picture to be stored and treasured. He paused to withdraw and take another taste of her pussy. He used the heel of his hand to pin the top of her pussy lips open and to expose her pretty clit. He sucked on her while he used his thumb to press inside and up on her g-spot. Just as he felt her begin to tip over the edge again, he resumed his previous position and slammed into her with all his force. She cried out and dug her nails into his back as another tide of pleasure ripped through her. Giving her no space to recover this time, he increased his speed, pounding his cock into her pussy like a machine and ignoring the ebb and flow of the spasms of her orgasm. Her eyes began to glaze and her body to weaken as he pushed his thumb into her mouth so she could taste herself. She sucked at his fingers then, taking his face in her hands she whispered 'Come inside me now'. His balls contracted sharply and he exploded into her, crushing her in his arms as he delivered his load in three long, aching, hard thrusts. He lay on top of her, holding her still tighter in his arms, his body trembling, swearing under his breath. While he breathed in the scent of her hair and her sweat, she kissed his shoulder. Her body twitched involuntary, trying to squeeze out the last pleasure of the hard cock in her pussy. At last his withdrew and slid off her to the side. He ran the palm of his hand from her lips, to her breasts, to her thigh in a gesture of proud possession. "You're forgiven" he whispered teasingly. Angelina laughed and accepted his kiss. **************** As she zipped up her boots, she put the offending paper into her satchel. "What happens now?" she asked, her face still flushed from their coupling. "Do I get another chance, Dr Fielding?" He looked up and down from the tumbling, messed up curls, to the fecund flare of her tits and her ass, to the slim length of her long legs. The view that he had admired between their bodies flashed across his mind and his cock sprang back to life. "Certainly," he said pulling the satchel from her shoulder and pressing her against his still naked body. "As for the paper," he said "let's just see, shall we?" Straight 'A' Student Ch. 02 It had been a week since I discovered that they had been getting together for sex - 'they' being Jason, my steady boyfriend for the past two years, and Danielle, my rival. Jason was shocked at my reaction when I found them together - rather than being angry, I had offered up my virgin ass for him to fuck right in front of her, showing that I wouldn't give up my man without a fight. He spent the next few days apologizing to me for cheating, and assuring me that I was the one he loved. I decided to take his word for it, and use the situation to add a new spark to our sex life. After his umpteenth apology, I shocked him again by telling him I was OK with him fucking Danielle's tits as long as he didn't keep it a secret from me. I was happy for him to enjoy her fabulous boobs, as long as he let me watch. His jaw dropped practically to his knees, and it took him a while to reply. When he finally managed to say something, he told me how hot it would be to know that I was watching him with another woman. He also said he was sure that Danielle wouldn't go for it, remembering how embarrassed she was when I had caught them. I assured him it was no problem, I would just hide in his closet like I had the first time - only this time around, he would know I was watching, and would know I was waiting for him to fuck me after he was done with Danielle and her big tits. I told him to call her and arrange their next meeting as I listened in. "Hey, Danielle, it's Jason. How are you?" He held the phone out from his ear so I could listen to her reply, "Oh, hey, Jason. Are things OK with you and Amber? I'm still so embarrassed that she caught us!" "Yeah, I apologized a lot and we're OK again. Don't worry about that. Can you still come over on Tuesday?" "What? Are you sure? What would she do if she caught us again???" "Really, Danni, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Why don't you come over at the usual time so I can fuck those gorgeous tits of yours." "Alright, I'll see you then." After Jason filled me in on what the 'usual time' was, I told him I'd be at his place at least 15 minutes before that, so I would have plenty of time to hide before she arrived. I also asked him to please clean his closet, so I'd have a little more room to make myself comfortable as I watched him fool around with Danielle. Two days later, the 'usual time' finally arrived. I dressed in the outfit I had chosen for the occasion - matching red bra and panties, black fishnet stockings held up with red garters, and black heels - and then threw on a trench coat for my walk across campus from my sorority house to his dorm. When I arrived at his door, he opened it before I could even knock. I guess he was a little excited about what was about to happen. My suspicion was confirmed as I watched the bulge form in his pants as I peeled off the trench coat and hung it in the closet. "Oh my gawd, Amber, I've never seen you dressed like this - you look so hot!" "I know, sweetie. Just keep that image with you as you're fucking Danielle's tits, and remember that I'm waiting for you to fuck me after she's gone." "Amber, you've got me so hot already. I would take you right now if I didn't know she would be here any minute." I grinned and climbed into his closet, making myself comfortable and pulling the door almost closed, but with enough of an opening to give myself a clear view of the upcoming action. If only Jason knew what I actually had in mind - but I wasn't sure he'd go for it if I had told him that what I was really after - another chance to put Danielle in her place, but this time also enjoy the three-some a little more. I figured I'd wait for them both to get in the mood - with Jason thinking I was just there to watch, and Danielle having no clue I was there at all - before I'd make my move. It wasn't long before Danielle arrived - dressed not unlike I had been, wearing just lingerie covered by a long jacket. Already excited, Jason quickly pawed at her as she entered his room, and had her down to her bra and panties before she could say a thing. She responded well to his aggressive approach, reciprocating by grabbing first at his ass, and then his hard cock, stroking it through his sweats and boxers. My nipples hardened as I watched them frantically tear at each other's clothing, and before long Jason was massaging Danielle's gorgeous tits as she squeezed his growing cock with both hands. Before getting him too excited, she let go of his cock and climbed onto the bed. This time, he was the one to lubricate her breasts in preparation for their fuck-fest. He climbed onto the bed over her and began licking her tits one by one, leaving them wet with his saliva. As he did this, he slid one finger from his right hand, then from his left hand, into her pussy. Those fingers then replaced his tongue on her breasts, smearing her own juices onto her tits as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. It was almost time for me to make my move, but I wanted to be sure to surprise them, so I stood up slowly, quietly in the closet and made sure that their moans were louder than any noise I was making as I approached them. As Jason positioned himself over Danielle's chest, ready to begin fucking her tits, I slipped out of the closet and dropped quietly to the floor. As he sighed loudly with his first stroke, I crawled toward them, still unnoticed. As she juicily licked the tip of his cock when it reached her mouth, I was just reaching my first goal - my hand was poised to touch her sex. Her pussy was wide open for the taking, and I pounced, shoving two fingers deep into her. She gasped and looked to see who was penetrating her in this way, her searching eyes landing on my face, where she saw me with my finger to my lips, motioning for her to be quiet. Jason assumed Danielle was responding to the touch of his cock on her tits, and the motion of my fingers inside her pussy was apparently satisfying enough for her to go along with my plan. As I began finger-fucking her, Jason still had no clue I had left the confines of the closet, and was stroking his cock through her tits with enthusiasm. This was hot, but I wasn't going to let her cum, at least not yet. I abruptly pulled my fingers out of her, knowing she would object and give away our little secret. "No, Amber, don't stop!" were the words that alerted Jason to my presence. He stopped his thrusting motions and shot a glance over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine with a questioning look. It was immediately obvious to both of them that I was in control - Jason realized that I had planned things this way, and Danielle realized by the way I was dressed that I hadn't just happened to be here, but was obviously planning on an intimate encounter. It was also obvious that there would be no embarrassment this time around - it was worth it to everyone in the room to find out what I had in store for them. "Stand up, Jason," I said to my boyfriend, and motioned for him to stand right next to the bed. After he had followed my direction, I took his place on the bed, straddling Danielle's chest. "It's your turn to fuck me with those beautiful tits of yours, Danielle," I said to her, resulting in a puzzled look coming back at me. Pushing my panties away to one side of my pussy, I lowered myself onto her right breast. Her erect nipple first touched my clit, and then quickly disappeared into my dripping wet pussy. I pinched her other nipple between my fingers as I began moving my hips, and she arched her back in obvious pleasure. Jason, meanwhile, was standing beside the bed, dumbfounded, waiting to see what I would come up with next. Once I was settled into a rhythm, Danielle's tits working their magic on my clit and pussy lips, I looked up at Jason and grabbed his balls, pulling him close enough that I could suck his cock. Completely turned on by the sensations I was getting from Danielle's hot body, I took his entire cock into my mouth in one smooth motion. He groaned with satisfaction and immediately began thrusting into my mouth, his balls slapping against my face as his cock pushed into my throat. Realizing Jason had his hands free, I guided his fingers to Danielle's pussy, and he began making long, slow strokes from her clit into her hole and back again. I soon decided to quicken the pace, moving both my mouth and my hips faster, and listening as both Jason and Danielle began to moan in ecstasy. This was even hotter than I had imagined, but I wasn't going to let either of them cum yet - I had one more position planned for our threesome, one which I hoped would let us all cum simultaneously. I pulled myself up off of Danielle's chest, and let Jason's cock slip from my mouth. Both of them let out a disappointed little moan, but soon realized that I was just moving to position us for something even better. I grabbed Danielle by the thighs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor and her pussy in my face as I kneeled before her. Jason got the idea with no instructions necessary, and went to his knees behind me, ready to take me doggie style. Just as I looked over my shoulder with a 'what are you waiting for' glance, he thrust deep into me, and I let out a whimper as my pussy took in his entire cock. As he began to pump me from behind, I turned my attention back to Danielle. As she watched the hot fucking in front of her and pinched her own nipples, I began exploring her sex with both my mouth and my hands. With my tongue on her clit, I pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand and thrust two fingers of my other hand as deep into her as I could. I could feel her pussy muscles clench around me, just as mine was responding to Jason's cock. Two fingers became three, and I started fucking her with exactly the fast, hard rhythm that Jason was using to fuck me. Danielle began to encourage him, telling him to fuck me harder with his huge cock, that it was up to him to make us both cum, that she wanted him to cum deep inside me as I made her cum with my tongue on her clit. With her words, his cock reached deeper into my pussy than it ever had before. I couldn't believe the penetration, and responded with my mouth on her clit, taking it now gently between my teeth and nibbling as she encouraged me with her gyrating hips. I was already close to an orgasm, but when Jason reached around and began stroking my clit as he fucked me, I couldn't hold off any longer. My hot breaths on Danielle's clit became short gasps, and as I struggled to keep finger-fucking her even as I lost control of the rest of my body, I could feel her cumming as well. The two of us writhing in ecstasy must have been quite a sight for Jason, who soon came as well, screaming out as he shot his load deep into my pulsating pussy. As soon as I was able to, I stood up and walked over to the closet, finding the trench coat I had hung up there. "I'm going to leave you two to recover," I said as I pulled on the coat and found first one shoe and then the other. "Hope you both enjoyed that as much as I did!" "Oh, yeah, Amber," Danielle replied. "I had no idea you'd be up for something like that, but that was the hottest sex I've ever had." "And, said Jason, grinning, "I'm the luckiest guy on the face of the earth." Straight 'A' Student Ch. 03 I sat on the long, hard wooden bench, waiting for what seemed like an eternity because I had arrived so early. The footsteps of other students, rushing late to class, echoed through the old building. Occasionally someone would walk past, but for the most part I was alone, this hallway of faculty offices mostly empty on this Friday afternoon. I was nervous, squirming uncomfortably in the new outfit I'd picked out especially for this interview. I had actually paid a visit to the mall, breaking my meager college student piggy bank for a new blouse, skirt, and even a new fragrance. It wasn't just that this interview was important to me - it was also my desire to prove myself opposite my competition. But I'll get back to that. I glanced at my watch, and then, doubting, up at the large clock on the wall. 2:18. Still a while before my appointment at 2:30. I didn't know if the professor was in his office or not, but being so early, I dared not knock. It was an honor to get the chance to have this interview, and I didn't want to do anything to screw up my chances. So I just waited, remembering what had brought me to this point. There was just one week left in the semester when Professor Davis finally made the announcement, the one I'd been waiting for. Each spring, he picked from amongst his students a choice few who he'd let battle for the chance to be his teaching assistant the following year. None of us really knew what was involved in his decision-making process, but the most competitive amongst us just knew we had to be the best. Danielle and I had been at it all year, as you might remember from my earlier stories, but those battles had been erotic in nature - this one brought us back to our the familiar academic turf on which we'd been competing for longer than either of us could remember. Strangely enough, even though we'd now been intimate - pleasuring each other as we competed for my boyfriend's attentions - we were no closer than we'd ever been. The battle for the better grade, the not-so-subtle efforts to sabotage each other, were just as cutthroat as they had been in 9th grade English class or on the high school track team. Anyway, needless to say, the irony of the situation being perfect, Danielle and I ended up in the same section of his class, and we ended up being named, that day, as the two finalists for his TA position for the following year. There would be interviews the following week, he announced to the applause of our classmates, Danielle and I glaring at each other from across the lecture hall. Cool it, Amber, I had to tell myself, as I felt my heart rate rise. Just thinking about her got me riled up, and I needed to regain my composure before my interview began. 2:23, a quick glance at the clock confirmed. I stood up, walked a few feet to the drinking fountain, and swallowed a big gulp of water which did nothing to solve my dry mouth. Deep breaths, deep breaths, I thought as I returned to my seat. It would be fine. A muffled sound interrupted my attempted meditation as I sat down again on the bench. It was different from those noises coming from elsewhere in the building, this one clearly came from inside his office. So he was there, after all. Probably finishing up another meeting, or returning some phone calls? But I hadn't heard any other voices. Perhaps he was just grading, or - heaven forbid, scrutinizing my transcript or resume, preparing to grill me on one of the rare weak points of my educational career. Even though it was none of my business, focusing on the sounds eminating from his office seemed a nice respite from listening to my own heart pounding nervously in my chest, so I focused my energy on trying to figure out what it was he was doing, isolating and analyzing each noise as a way of killing time. But they were odd, unexpected sounds. This was not a one-sided phone conversation, not the opening and closing of a file cabinet; this was something distinctly more interesting. Voices, when I could hear them, were hushed, breathless. Then, hmm, the occasional noise which could best be described as a slurp. Was he scarfing down a late lunch? But no, it was different, it was almost... no, couldn't be. The more I listened, the more I thought I was hearing sex on the other side of the door. And as soon as that idea entered my mind, of course, I could think of nothing else. I had no clue who his partner could be, and it was none of my business, but I could suddenly picture the professor in this scenario. All semester, I'd been so focused on my work, on my competition with Danielle, and on the prestige of winning the TA-ship, I'd been able to ignore just how hot this professor really was. He was in his mid-40s, yes, but he was tall, dark, and handsome - not to mention athletic. And now, when I should have been preparing my answers to imagined interview questions, I was instead envisioning him enjoying a quick, midday sexual encounter, naughtily misusing his office. My curiousity soon got the best of me. With just a few minutes before my interview was supposed to start and the sensuous noises only continuing from inside his office, I stood up and tiptoed to his door. As I stepped closer, I could hear the activity more clearly; as I pressed my ear against the thick wooden door, I finally made out his words - there was no doubt at this point, he was encouraging someone who was sucking his cock. Who could this woman be - did he have a girlfriend, wife? Was this a tradition of theirs, a quickie in his office between appointments? It didn't matter - I was incredibly turned on, and struggled to maintain my composure, knowing two things: I'd need to pull quickly away from the door if either of them should come towards it, and I'd need to be prepared to handle my interview professionally in just a few minutes! I stole a quick glance at my watch - 2:28, he didn't have much time! Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of his orgasm, as he groaned deeply. Hot, flushed, and distracted, I returned to my seat on the bench, preparing myself for the door to open. I knew I had to act as though I had heard nothing, and put the whole incident out of my mind. That quickly became impossible. Footsteps. The door opened. Before I saw them, I attempted a look of innocence, but my jaw quickly dropped. It was Danielle, leaving the office as he held the door for her. As she saw me, unable to subdue a contented grin, she suggestively drew one finger across first one corner of her mouth, then the other. She knew me well enough to know I'd show up early, early enough to know what had been going on, and she was clearly rubbing it in. Ouch. Talk about throwing down the slut gauntlet. The professor either hadn't seen, or hadn't recognized, the significance of our brief wordless communication. Or perhaps he was just too busy praising her interview performance. "Wow, Danielle, that was terrific. You made quite an impression. Best interview I've had in a long time!" Oh, jeez. It was clear to me that I'd have to do something quite extraordinary to overcome the performance she'd just given behind closed doors. I watched as the professor's eyes followed Danielle's ass as she made her way down the hallway, waiting until she was completely out of sight to even acknowledge my presence. "Oh, hello Amber." He looked at his watch, as if to see if somehow it wasn't really time for my afterthought of an interview. "Well, let's get on with it - come on in." My heart was pounding by this point, in a combination of nerves, jealousy, anger, and frustration. I could tell from his body language that the professor thought the selection process was over. I had to do something to change his mind, and quickly decided that somehow seducing him was my only option. "So, Amber, what can you tell me that I don't already know? I've had you in class, and I have your application here, great resume and recommendations from other faculty. But is there something that really sets you apart?" "Well," cautiously at first, "I'm confident I can do anything you'd ask of me. I'm a fast learner, and eager to please." That was clearly far too subtle, as I could see from his distant eyes that he was still remembering Danielle's touch on his cock. "I just want you to be aware of all that I'm capable of," I said as suggestively as possible, shifting in my chair so as to make my skirt rise up, exposing significantly more of my thighs. His eyes followed. "So, Amber, I notice that you, like Danielle, are taking this interview pretty seriously. New clothes, a new fragrance? This interview is obviously quite important to you?" So he knew my regular fragrance, and noticed that I'd switched for today? Either he moonlighted at the department store fragrance counter, or was paying way too much attention to his favorite female students. But I wasn't about to let that throw me off. I had his attention, and it was time to make my move. "I'll do anything to get this job." I stood up and walked slowly towards him, never breaking eye contact. He made no move to stop me, so I continued. For a moment, I thought of unbuttoning my blouse, but quickly realized there wasn't much for me to show him. I'd better stick to the other tools of seduction in my armory. I knew I'd have my work cut out for me, given that he'd just cum less than 10 minutes earlier, but my ruthless competitive instinct provided the necessary inspiration. I immediately set to work. I dropped to my knees before him, looking up into his eyes as I tugged at his belt, and quickly pulled down his slacks and boxers, freeing his soft cock. I could smell Danielle's fruity lip gloss still on his skin, and as I began to lick him, could taste his cum as well. I was amazed to find myself turned on by the scenario - sucking him off so soon after his last orgasm with another woman. And not just any other woman, but Danielle. I immediately flashed back to some of our recent encounters with my boyfriend, and could feel my own juices begin to flow, making my panties wet and trickling down my inner thigh. I quickly took him entirely into my mouth, sucking firmly as I moaned in pleasure. My eyes remained glued to his, and I could see that my intense passion was beginning to have an effect, cynical as he may have been just a few minutes earlier that I could outdo Danielle's performance. Before long, he was growing in my mouth, his cock now pressing into my throat and forcing me to begin moving back and forth on him to avoid gagging. He took my hair in his hands and began to guide my motions, and I in turn took his balls in mine, cradling, fondling, tickling as I sucked him off. He was forcing himself into my mouth more firmly now, pounding deep into my throat with each stroke, and I could feel that he had reached his full length. Had my mouth not been so full of his bulging cock, I would have smiled at the quick work I made of bringing him back to the ready so quickly. But I stayed on task, sucking and fondling him until the very brink of orgasm. It was time for my next move. Just as he began to moan, I pulled my hands and mouth away and stood up. He gave me a puzzled look, and I responded simply and straightforwardly. "Anyone can give a blowjob. I think you deserve a little more." I slithered out of my skirt and panties, stepping out of them as they feel to the floor, and climbed up on his desk, spreading my legs and leaving myself completely open, completely vulnerable for him to take me. "I want you to fill my tight little pussy with your big, hard cock!" He wasted no time, obviously agreeing this was a good idea. He took a few steps forward, grabbed my ankles, and slowly guided his full length into me. I gasped in pleasure as he filled me, and he held our position for a moment as we both relished the feeling of tightness. Then he began to pound in and out, as I hissed my encouragement. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!" He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, backing off every time we moved too close to orgasm, before finally moving us to a new position. I whimpered when he pulled out of me, but smiled as he took me by the hand and led me to the leather sofa across the room. He sat down and encouraged me to climb on for the ride of my life. I straddled him, put my hands on the back of the sofa above him, and slowly lowered myself onto his cock until I had taken his full length deep into my pussy. I ground on him slowly at first, until the reality of the situation once again sunk in and turned me on like I'd never been turned on before. I once again flashed back to a few months earlier, when I'd unexpectedly found myself in a threesome with my cheating boyfriend and Danielle, but that excitement was nothing compared to being fucked by my hot professor in his office, bringing him to orgasm a second time after Danielle had sucked him off. I was riding him fast and furious now, and the waves of pleasure moving through my body brought me back to the here and now. He whispered that he was going to cum, and I couldn't even respond as my own orgasm hit me fast and hard. I felt his load shoot deep into me as I continued to grind on top of him for a few more moments, before finally collapsing into his arms. He finally broke the silence, "So, how do you think you and Danielle would feel about working together?" "I think that can be arranged."