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Oral Eve

By: faustbear



I sit, waiting for you, listening to the rain pelt the windows outside. Seated on the bed, completely naked laying beneath cool, clean cotton sheets, my stiff harness swelling, twitching, poking out from underneath, seeming to pull arousal from the very air itself. I wait for you, in the bathroom, the light sneaking in from under the door, the scent of subtle perfume wafting in. I lean my head back and breath in deeply, touching myself beneath the covers, willing you with my mind to hurry...

You emerge from the bathroom, wearing about as much as I am. Nothing, really, just a satin slip whose minuscule straps hang on your shoulders, draping the silver on your smooth, scented skin. The slip barely covers your ass, or your crotch for that matter. You walk calmly to the bed, smiling as you see my cock at attention, reaching over to pat it on the tip.

"For me?" You smile wide, your eyes almost dreamy. 

I nod, pulling the sheets over myself, exposing my manhood to you, as you settle on the bed nest to me. You're on your hands and knees, one hand bracing yourself on the far side of the mattress, the other hand caressing my cock, playing over it with your fingertips...

You take it in hand, stroking it firmly, rubbing the skin along my shaft up and down, licking my head with the tip of your tongue, as I reach out and caress your pale, firm asscheek. You didn't bother with underwear tonight; how considerate. You're a wonderful woman, so sweet and yet strong, but in the bedroom...you're a brutal slut, the dirtiest kind...the kind that loves dick.

I run my hand up the small of your back while you jerk me off, sliding it back down to grab a large piece of your pale ass, feeling a hint of moisture at my fingertips. The first impact of my palm on your ass startles you, a loud crack! against your skin that vibrates across your butt and to that fast moistening pussy...another smack, and another, and your mouth pops open, your eyes clamp shut, and your grip on me tightens...

I smile, and lean forward to stick my fingers inside that now dripping cunt of yours, sliding two in slowly, making sure to wiggle them in your tight snatch...

You moan a bit...and then a bit more, leaning forward and then pressing back, breathing heavily as you slide yourself onto my hand. I flex my wrist, fucking you with my fingers, faster and faster while your grip on my shaft relaxes. In no time, you give up, with a muted, grunted "Fuck...." And you lean forward, both hands before you now, legs spread to take my hand in.

Your soft moans are as powerful as the voice of God himself, and I roll my head and screw my eyes shut to control my own level of arousal. You buck your hips back and forth slowly, rubbing it up and down my fingers. I slide a third finger inside, a bit much really, but you don't stop me, instead grunting like an animal, biting your lower lip and easing my hand deeper in...

An animal. That's what we become in bed, it's why I work so hard at fucking you so good...you unleash something feral and primal inside me, a caged beast that you have the key to, tucked deep inside you own sex. Your pussy walls tighten around my fingers, forcing me to finger fuck you faster, twisting my hand and scraping down to brush that sweet G-Spot of yours. You respond like a good girl, moaning loudly and lowing yourself to my legs, resting your chest on me to take your breasts in hand and tease your nipples.

You drip buckets of warm, spicy/sweet sex all over me, as I finger fuck that wet pussy, reaching forward to take your soft tits into my hands and squeeze them, wiggle them and tease your nipples with my fingers. You burry your mouth into the flesh of my abdomen, biting hard on my hipbone and screaming out around it. I pull out and smack your ass again, teasing you, making your creamy white flesh red and sore, grabbing it and shaking it in my hands...

You're such a very bad girl, and for that you get such a very lovely reward. I finger your tender cunt again, sliding my pinky forward to brush up against your clit. And after your pussy knows the touch of my hand, I pull out one finger, dripping and sticky, and slide it so slowly, wiggling it down your tight, hot asshole. Just a little bit at a time, slowly. Don't tense up, baby, just take it like I know you want it...

I know you enjoy my slow fucking you with my hand, sliding in and out on your knees before me, feeling the pillar of stiff flesh between my legs on your skin. 

"Having fun, my dear?"

You can barely think, but manage a weak, "Mmm....you know my nipples are rock hard....and my pussy is so wet now..."

I smile wide, feeling accomplished...but it's only fun to tease if there is a reward at the end. I pull those fingers out, rolling you over and pushing you to the floor by the bed. I'm so fucking hot I could easily cum in your mouth right now, but that would be utterly selfish, wouldn't it? I guess we'll see how I feel, as I set my cock against your lips, making you suck it, getting it nice and cool with your saliva in the chill air.

You lick my tip, and up and down the shaft, taking me into your mouth as you play with my sack, so full of cum for your pretty face. I lean back, taking in the feeling and as I look back down, I order you to look up at me, your piercing green eyes glaring up over my cock as you take me all the way into your mouth, bobbing up and down on me...

I can feel it coming now, that cold feeling at the base of my penis, and you can feel it to as my head twitches and grows a bit in your mouth...

"You want me to cum down your throat, Eve? Or deep in that pussy you're rubbing?"

You cant answer, so filled your mouth is with me. I decide neither, as I have a much better place in mind for my load. I reach down to rub your breasts, rolling your nipples in my fingers again briefly before I take a fist full of hair at the base of your skull and force you to fuck my mouth faster, no time for tongue play, just your wet, soft cheeks.

"You're so fucking hot, Eve...you make me so hard, you dirty slut."

You are a dirty slut, right? I mean, you are a cumslut who likes seeing and feeling my warm cock and will do anything it takes to coax that hot cum from me, right? I slow down just a bit, letting you lick up and down the bottom of my shaft, not pulling out too much, before I release your hair and push you back. Your hand find the floor and you lay, propped up before me.

I take myself in hand and stroke my cock for you, squatting down to jerk it right in your face, sliding the tip along your cheek while you finger your aching pussy. I know you want this big dick up there, but I'm going to cum so soon...

I slide the cock head across your lips, the purple tip looking like a blood vessel burst in there from my hard stroking. Some wetness gets on your lips and you lick it up like a good, dirty girl, as I kneel down to rub myself against your breasts...

"I'm gunna cum, Eve!" 

You pull your hand up from your clit to kneed my balls as I spew warm cum all over those nice tits, moaning loudly as I do. You take over the stroking and don't stop up until every drop of semen is either on your chest or dribbling onto your hand, which you lap up, before taking my cock into your mouth to suck the last droplet's of cum from it, moaning softly. It feels so good, like you're sucking my essence through a straw. 

After licking my cock clean, you rub that cum all over your breasts and in a moment of inspiration, lick it off yourself. All for me, a lovely show, really. I kiss you again, tasting my sex on your breath, grateful for the blowjob and thinking of nasty ways to repay you...

Oral Evenings



John is the perfect boyfriend. I know this because I've dated every loser in all of LA. John and I have been dating for about 6 months now, and he's the most respectful, loyal, and fun guy I've ever been with. And did I mention, he's hot. Really hot. He's one of those guys that just walks with the confidence that he knows how to treat a woman, but is not cocky. And speaking of cock, he's just an amazing lover. I made him wait an additional date, but that night of the 4th date is one that I will always remember. I think seeing a boyfriend naked for the first time is one of those events that just gets burned into your brain. I can remember as he slowly took his shirt off, exposing his firm stomach and broad shoulders. I just didn't know how firm a set of abs could get. As I stared at his chest, my knees wobbled, and I got a churn in the bottom of my stomach. Part of me was really into the moment, but part of me was worried that maybe I hadn't shaved well enough for a guy like him! I just don't know what made me wait 4 dates, because this was a man that I badly wanted. 

Oh, by the way, he has a gorgeous smile and the best brown hair ever. His eyes are really deep brown, almost black, and they just makes me melt when he looks at me. But it was his laugh that first drew me to him. The joke was stupid, and he knew it, but he still filled the room with his laugh. And here he was, standing in front of me unbuckling his pants. He loosened his belt, and released the button front, and looked deep in my eyes. "Are you sure you're ready of this? I want to do this, but I need to know you want to. I think you're somebody I can be with for a long time." I don't remember responding, because I don't think I could speak. He must have known from the longing in my eyes that I wanted it at least as much as he did. 

He took a step closer to me, and now was only about a foot away. I could feel his heavy breathing, and there was a distinct phallic outline extending way deep into his left pocket. He reached up, and ever so carefully began unbutton my cotton blouse. It was one of those blouses that is a little too tight at the top, and then flows loosely around the waste. I had not worn a bra that evening, so my nipples were proudly protruding, straining to be released. Even though he was working on my blouse, his eyes were darting between my cleavage and my nipples. I wanted him just to rip my shirt off, but it was fun watching him try to maintain his cool demeanor. He finally got the shirt opened, and I let it drop to the floor. He uttered an uncontrolled "Wow." He moved his hands slowly to my jeans, running his hand seductively in the space just below my bellybutton. I kicked off my shoes, and impatiently unsnapped my own pants. I crammed down the zipper, and pulled them down to my feet, and kicked them off next to my shoes. He got the cutest shocked look on his face as he saw me standing there in just my thong. But I needed to get this evening going. 

He got the point, and wasted no time getting his pants off, exposing some really cool blue and white boxers, with little sheep on them. "Really cute," I said. "Too bad they need to come off so soon!" With that I reach across and put my arms around him, and I press my body to him. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, and my own thighs tingled with anticipation. Still holding onto his neck, I let my head move down his chest, and my mouth finds one nipple, and then the next. He really likes his nipples sucked, and responds with groans of pleasure. 

I drop my hands to caress his butt, and I gently drop to my knees. I surround his penis with my hand, and gently stroke through the boxer's fabric. I can't wait any longer, and I grab the side of his boxers and quickly try to remove them. As the front of the boxers lower, his penis pops from its confinement, and points right at me. It is magnificent. Maybe 7 inches, nearly perfectly straight, and my hand just barely fits around it. It has a large, shiny head, and is as hard as a broom handle. As I continue to stroke it, drops of precum appear at the tip, and then delicately fall around his head, acting as a lubricant for my strokes. "Please suck it," he begs. Without any hesitation, I open my lips and take the entire head into my mouth. He groans and becomes unsteady. I knew I made an impression. 

I continued sucking for just a couple minutes, but his breathing became irregular, and he began small thrusting motions into my mouth. Not so much that it hurt, but enough to know that he was way aroused! He was getting close. I could also tell from his taste, as he changed from the sweetness of the precum to a nearly bitter, and extremely earthy flavor. With just a few strokes to go, he pulled out. "That was so good. I've never had a blowjob that got me ready to cum so fast." Despite the feeling of accomplishment I felt, it was the trembling in my pussy that had my immediate attention. 

I stood up and laid back across the bed, my legs spread wide, but my feet on the floor. "I'm so hot right now, just a couple strokes and I'm there. Put it in and finish us both," I whispered almost desperately. 

"I can't," he trembled. " I don't have a condom. I just didn't think this would happen tonight."

I moved back into the middle of the bed. "Then 69 it is!! You on bottom." He frantically climbed into bed and laid flat, except for his dick that pointed straight up. I knelt by his head, facing his feet. I bent down, and put his dick back into my mouth. It took a few seconds, but his tongue finally landed on my waiting clit. It didn't take long, and soon I was cumming. It was wave after wave of pleasure that rocked my entire body, and made my pussy widely spasm. I must have cum for over a minute, but I continued to suck him as I came. 

Just as I finished, I heard a desperate plea of "I'm cumming." I barely had time to get my mouth off his dick, and he came in massive spurts that flew completely off the bed. After he was done, I took his penis back into my mouth and gave him a couple more oral strokes. The strong, pungent flavor of his cum filled my mouth and nose, and I spit his remaining jizz onto his stomach. And did I mention, I was completely satisfied. 

Over the next few months we had a lot more sex, and a lot more oral. He got lots of blowjobs when I was on my period, and he really seemed to enjoy those blowjob-only days!! 

Now, this is a guy that I want to hold onto, and I'll do almost anything to keep him. So, I made the "mistake" of asking him if there was anything I could do to make him happier. Without any hesitation, he responded, "On our blowjob-only days, I want to cum in your mouth." He looked almost as shocked as I did. He turned red, realizing just how fast that came out. "I mean, that's something that really excites me. You don't have to swallow, but its incredibly hot to think that you'll take my cum into your mouth. If you want, just spit it out, or, you could even dribble it back onto my stomach." 

I don't know where this came from, but I heard myself saying, "Sure, let's try it right now."

He laid down, ripped his pants off, and I went to work. It only takes him a couple minutes to come in full blowjob mode, and he was quickly reaching the point of explosion. As he was near popping, his strong flavor filled my mouth, and I started to dwell on the bitter taste. My mind raced with a fear I couldn't finish him, but I didn't think I could do this. But I promised, so I was going to try. I hear his desperate " I'm cumming", but this time I don't pull up. I feel his pelvis drive into the bed, and I feel a hard splash in the back of my throat. Some of his cum must have landed in my nasal cavity, because the taste and smell became overwhelming. I pulled up, frantically spitting his jizz from my mouth. 

I continued to cough as his next spurts landed uselessly on his stomach. "I'm so sorry," I said. "It just surprised me." And again, I don't know where this came from, but I heard myself saying "But let's try again tomorrow. "

I won't belabor this, but I tried to do this another 3 times, all with the same result. Every time, just before the end, I would get apprehensive and only take the first shot. We were both disappointed, but mostly me. Figuring I wasn't the only girl struggling with cum and swallowing, I went to Cosmo's website. And Cosmo delivered.

I was so excited that I called John at work, and told him to go the cafeteria and drink two cans of pineapple juice. That night at dinner, he got a third can. He was really intrigued about the juice, but I didn't tell him what I was doing. That night I gave him a handjob at dinner and had him do me doggie style while we watched a hockey game. Even though he protested, I rode him cowgirl at bed time. The next morning, another can of pineapple juice, and a handjob during breakfast. I needed to get all the bad tasting cum out of him!! I called him at lunch, and you guessed it, had him promise to drink two more cans of pineapple juice. 

When he came home from work, I met him at the door wearing only my boy-shorts. "Drop 'em. You're getting a blowjob." I couldn't tell if it was a smile, or if I intimidated him, but he had his pants off before the door closed. I took his hand and walked him to a big comfy chair in the living room. I took off his boxers and pushed him into the chair. "I want you to see this real good. I'm not going to waste a drop." Even without any manual stimulation, several drops of shiny liquid flowed from his penis. 

This blowjob wasn't about romance, this was about keeping my man happy. I dropped to my knees and sucked as fast and hard as I had ever sucked. He was groaning with pleasure, and I sensed he was getting close. As he neared orgasm, the flavor of his precum was again replaced, but this time with the soft flavor of citrus. This didn't make me want to stop, but made me want to take deeper, harder strokes. Within a few seconds, I heard his soft "I'm cumming". His pelvis drove to the chair, and I felt the strongest splash ever in my throat. I moved my head to the top of his penis, but did not let the head come out of my mouth. A second, third, and fourth spurt came into my mouth. The spurts stopped, but I could tell that jizz was still flowing. I had done it. Every drop was in my mouth. 

"Unbelievable" he whispered, obviously spent. At that cue, I pulled my lips over his rim and head, carefully clamping my lips shut as I raised up so as not to let any spill. I looked up at him, and looked deep into his eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly, I let the cum drip out of my mouth and onto his lap. When almost all of it was out of my mouth, I leaned my head back, and deeply swallowed. He gave out the most incredible and satisfied sigh. 

My fiancé and I still have the greatest sex ever, and he's spending a lot more time going down on me, but its his BJ-only nights that send him over the top. Now I can't say that his cum is my top-10 flavor list yet, but it ain't bad!!

Pineapple juice. It's all about the pineapple juice.



Oral Exam



Another day was done. I was a simple graduate student, a first year seeking a Master's degree straight out of under-grad. I was teaching my first grouping of classes. These classes were a joke for all, the students, the teachers – everyone. No one wanted to take them, and certainly no one wanted to teach them, except that they paid the bills. Life as a graduate student is not easy. Money needs to come from somewhere, and that somewhere, for me, was three basic public speaking classes. 

So today, like every other day, I managed to muddle through. I droned on, not really sure if I was an awesome, abysmal, or merely an adequate instructor. My students always looked at me with blank faces. It could have been that they were taking in everything, or perhaps it was all fluttering by. Maybe it was just that the classes were first thing in the morning. 

I had just given out the grades for the persuasive speech assignment. It was worth 20% of the final grade, so in the scheme of things, it was a pretty big deal. Following class the usual mob clustered around with questions. It wasn't until the group had thinned, that I noticed her.

She stood waiting, blonde-bombshell to the core. Her head was held with a confidence that I might later think of as steely resolve. For now, though, it made me bite my lip and swallow. I was locked in. Her tongue was at play, tentatively licking moist, pink lips. Follow the thought downward and I came to the gentle slope of her neck that spilled into two swelling bounties encased in a powder blue sweater. Time stopped, as I took the moment to imagine several "what ifs?" But then the moment was gone. 

I tried to avert my eyes and I felt desperately wrong. This was a student, an 18-year old college freshman, blissfully innocent of the thoughts at work in my head. I had certainly entertained them before. It is easy to do in the moments before sleep, while grappling with oneself for a few jolts of unbridled pleasure. It was also easy to do from afar, while listening to speeches or administering a quiz. She couldn't possibly feel my eyes then, probing delicately under clothes. Right? But this was different. She stood before me, brazen and unafraid, commanding me to look while not allowing me to gaze how or where I wanted. That was the difficulty. How do I interact with her, my student, when my unspoken desires had carried me so much further?

One by one, I answered the class's questions until I was alone with her. I turned to face her, and was hit by the gentle scent of raspberry. I could hear the florescent lights humming above, and feel their cold radiance reflecting off the white tile floor. The door closed and we were alone.

"Jessica, what can I do for you?"

"Professor." No matter how hard I tried, I could not break my students of the habit of calling me professor. I was a graduate student – nothing more. To them, though, it was all the same. We were all professors. "I wanted to talk to you about my grade on the last speech. I didn't do very well."

"I know. Did you understand my comments?"

"Yeah. I just didn't put the time into it I needed to. I was really busy last week, and I guess my speech took last priority. Can I do something to improve my grade?" 

"Well, the final is still out there. I'd suggest putting some effort into it. We have the study session coming up next Monday. Are you planning to go?"

"I guess. It just feels like I am working against the gun here. I am already doomed to a low grade in the class due to what I got on my persuasive speech. It doesn't feel like my work will pay off. Is there anything else we could work out? Please?"

"If you need help studying for the final, you can always swing by during my office hours. I can quiz you on your definitions. I am not really sure what more I can do. I don't feel comfortable taking back the grade on the persuasive speech. It isn't fair to the other students."

I looked at her. She was silent. I began to pick up the papers, books, and other sundries I seemed to acquire over a class session. Jessica obviously didn't get the answer she was looking for. Oh well. There go my evaluations, I thought. 

I was about to leave as she spoke again. "Professor." Her voice was softer, the tone completely different. It was subtle, smoky. "This is a speech class, right? Maybe I could come up to your office and take a special, private oral exam?" 

What? Did she just ask what I think she did? My God. Cotton filled my mouth. I wasn't sure what to say. Somehow, however, I felt my head nodding, just ever so slightly.

A smile illuminated her face. I could hear her exhale a deep, nervous breath, followed by some words that would forever be emblazoned in my memory, "I am glad to hear you say that, Professor. I will stop by your office tomorrow for my tutorial. I'll see you then."

I could do nothing but stare out the window. I had long ago given up on productive tasks like grading papers and reading texts. Focusing was beyond impossible. Instead, I was locked into place – frozen in this off-white, sanitized, humorless office. Waiting. Hoping. Dreading. Thinking for the thousandth time that I was part of some departmental sting, or cruel freshman joke. 

Time had passed and the afternoon was beginning to fade into the early evening. I needed to move and to think. More importantly, I needed to pee. I headed to the restrooms leaving the door slightly cracked.

After finishing my business, I gazed at myself in the mirror. What was I? A monster? A thief? My eyes stared back, not holding any answers. How I got here was uncertain. Would I push forward? Would I take advantage of all that I could? Yes. The uncertainty was who I would be afterwards – if there was destined to be an afterwards.

I opened my office door. The slight scent of raspberry soap filled the room. She sat in my chair, feet propped up on the desk, sandals discarded on the floor. Her toes, small and pink, were painted carefully with a deep red polish and were completed with a small, gold ring. Her legs were muscular and tan, obviously honed by some sort of exercise. She wore a stone-washed, denim skirt frayed around the bottom hem. It had deliciously rode up her bronzed thighs, just barely masking her deepest treasures. I could see her mid-driff capped by a gold belly ring. A pink polo shirt, perhaps a few sizes too small, completed the outfit. Her breasts swelled lusciously, with every breath. She was so gorgeous. A fantasy. A sexpot. She was a moment that I thought would exist only in my sweaty dreams. 

Hearing the creak of the door, she cocked her head, looking over her right shoulder. Her blonde ponytail dangled behind her, swaying gently. A half smile crept onto her face, all mystery and seduction. I entered the room fully, closing the door behind me and noting the soft click of the lock. Her eyes flickered. The moment was magical.  

"Professor. I'm glad you closed the door."

"You know, Jessica, you don't have to call me that. You can call me by first name."

"Oh but I do, Professor. That word makes all the difference, don't you think? It makes everything so much... naughtier. And isn't that the idea? I am a naughty girl."

I gulped. She continued. "I didn't do what I what I was supposed to do. I didn't do a good job on my speech, and now I need special oral training. What do you think professor? Do you think you can help me? Do you think you can help me improve my oral skills?"

The world condensed to a pinpoint. 

"Jessica, you are my student and I am not sure that what you are proposing would be proper...."

Her smile got bigger, as she swiveled around. Her feet fell to floor and her hands clapped onto her thighs. They spread open, forcing her skirt upwards. I could see white cotton panties with a stenciled red heart. I sighed, murmured, and my legs began to feel shaky. She tapped the white cotton twice with her left, center-most finger and then walked the rolling chair forward. I stumbled backwards, but was braced up by the door. She giggled girlishly, stopping the chair when her legs could wrap easily around mine.

"So what do you think professor? Can you help me? I have some very special needs." I could feel her hands touching mine, placing them on her shoulders. "It's ok. They can roam." Her left hand, gripped my right firmly, pulling it downwards. So sweet, so delectable. The soft flesh draped in polo material felt exquisite – a dream that had become reality. Every inch was available to my touch. She wasn't wearing a bra. Instead, her nipples stood up prominently begging to be tweaked. So I did.

I felt her clutching my hand, squeezing it. "How does that feel? Do you like that? Maybe we can make it feel a little better." 

With those words, she quickly swept my hands from her body. Then, in a single fluid movement, she tugged on her collar pulling her pink polo over her head. She threw it into the corner, beginning a discarded and forgotten pile that would only be used again after our business was finished. A moment later, she placed her hands under her skirt, hooking her fingers in the elastic band. With a slight bounce and lean, she slid her panties down her thighs and off her legs. Her right foot kicked the cotton treasure into the air. Her panties landed on top of her shirt. Jessica winked and smiled lewdly. "Let's see if we can do the same for you."

The door was cold. I leaned on it bracing myself up, not entirely clear on how I should be acting. But that was my last moment of indecision. God, she wanted me! She was a vision – a naked one – tits standing free, defying gravity, age, and all other improbabilities. My hand ran through her blonde ponytail, down to her supple back, and slowly moving around front to grasp that soft, sweet flesh. No guilt. Oh, how I wanted her. 

"Ooooh. That's right Professor. Grab my boob. I like it. Yeah that is right. Rougher. Grip it. Squeeze it. Yeah. Pull my nipple. Fuck, yeah"

The word fuck, it sounded so beautiful coming from her lips. "Say it again, Jessica. Say fuck again."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Do you like that? Do you like hearing me say fuck, Professor? Look at my lips, my sweet lips that will do such naughty things to you. Fuck. Oooooh. You like that? I can see you do. Let's give you a little more breathing room. Let's set this fucker free."

My hands were playing with her tits. Her hands were groping my ass. They tightened, pulling me forward just a hair's length from her face. I could feel her hot breath, through my dockers, tracing my burgeoning length with her mouth. Air, warmth, moisture – that's all I could feel. Everything was coming together over my cock.

Her voice was low and breathy, "Do you feel me? You are so close. Can you think of that? Oooh. You are so close to my mouth. Imagine that. My lips trailing up and down, licking you clean. How do you think that will feel. Fuck. You love that word. What other words turn you on? Make you hard? Tits? Do you want to pump my tits? Pussy? She's soooo wet for you right now? Balls? Think of me licking them, slurping on your nuts. Cock? I want to taste it, right now. Give me you cock. Fuck my mouth with your cock." 

She pushed me back. I fell with a thud against the door, still standing. My pants began to loosen, as I felt the mechanics of my zipper coming undone. She reached inside, took firm hold, and pulled me out through the opening. That instant lasted forever. The waiting was eternal as her pink tongue extended to touch the head of my cock. And then... fireworks. A soft flick, and a tongue caress, followed by two more of the same. A noisy slurp, and a complete up and down lick. This was a blow job, a glorious blow job. A blow job for the ages performed by the great blow job master – and she was only 18. Such innocent, corn-fed beauty, slurping away, getting skull-fucked. A blonde ponytail bobbing up and then down on my root. How did she get here? How did she get so good? 

Who the fuck cares! She was sucking my cock, full throttle. Spit was dribbling everywhere. I quickly worked my belt, and my pants button. I had to give the blonde more room. Yeah, that's right. Plenty of spit, make it all nice and slobbery. Wet is a definite good thing. Slurp it. Smack it against her 18 year-old face. Put it back in her mouth and have her slurp on it some more. I could hear her gag, and there it went – all the way down. Her face was buried in my pubes, and I felt her sweet warmth. What a slut, but wow she was good! 

She came up for air, gasping, only to plunge back down. One hand was on my shaft, stroking, while the other gently kneaded my balls. Oh the tingling feels so good. Hold them, and love them. Let them build. 

"You are so good. You are such a good little cocksucker. Suck my cock. Suck your teacher's cock. Suck it for a better grade. Do you like that? Do you like being a slut? Do you like being a slut for a grade? Now lick my nuts." She gave me one more lick and her mouth popped off my cock. "Anything you say. I am your fuckin' slut." Wow! There went my nuts, devoured whole, shifting, rolling in and out of her mouth. Her tongue tickled and prodded, caressing my balls. She was amazing.

Her mouth slipped away, leaving my sack slightly cold and damp. 'Professor. I hadn't planned this, but I gotta' get fucked. I am so wet. Please. Take you cock, and fuck my little pussy. Pound the shit out of it, my poor, hungry, little pussy. It wants you. It wants your cock. It will feel sooooo good. Fuck me. Cum inside of me. Make me your slut. I wanna be your slut. "

How could I resist? I tapped her cheeks twice with my cock and she licked its length once more from base to tip. She got up, out of the chair, and I pushed her facedown on my desk. My left hand went to her slender waist, while my right ran up and down the lips of her blonde pussy. She was wet, positively dripping. I dipped my finger inside and swirled it around. This was going to be exquisite. I pulled my finger out and held it to my nose. She smelled so sweet, like a young piece of snatch should smell. I then placed my finger, pussy juice and all, on her lips. She licked it hungrily and said, "Mmmmn. That tastes so good. I love the taste of pussy. I can never get enough." What? I'd have to tuck that thought away for later. Right now, I needed to fuck.

I wrapped my hand around my dick and placed it against her opening. I moved it up and down, trying to find the hole. After a moment's rubbing, I slid in. One thrust, two thrust, three – and I was balls deep.

I think there is no feeling in the world quite like pushing your cock into young, tight, wet, and willing pussy. I just staid there for a moment languishing in the feeling, the pleasure of this unique moment. Everything was warm and soft. 

But that wasn't enough. I needed to move. I needed to push. The animal in me crept forward, commanding me to spear this sweet young thing splayed open before me on my cock. Fuck, yes there it was. I needed to push and pull and push again, all the while feeling the heat off those soft velvet walls. Her pussy felt so good, sliding back and forth on my cock. 

I grabbed her ass, massaging the taut flesh. Her cheeks gave me something to hold onto, something to move against that would give me enough leverage to really give her a good fucking. My cock slid in and out of her wet cunt, making dull slapping sounds. Yes, that is right. Time to up the speed. Time to really fuck her. Time to pound the shit out of this innocent, little grade-whore.

"Do you like that? Do you like my cock inside of you. Do you like me slamming your sweet little pussy?" I grabbed her ponytail and pulled. Her head was drug upward, and she released a dull moan. "You do, don't you? Fuckin' slut. Oh yeah. You are such a sweet little slut, sliding up and down on my cock. Oh fuck."

"Do it professor. Bang me. BANG ME! Ohhhhhhhh. Bang the fuck outta me, you bastard. Your cock is amazing. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!!! I am your cum-dumpster, your sweet 18 year-old cum-dumpster. Ahhhhhhh. Fuck. Yeah, fuck your student. She needs a good fuckin' graaaaaaaade!!!"

And so I did. Over and over again, pounding my cock into her pussy. Fucking her until neither of us could speak. Instead there were just low, guttural moans. Time flew, and I have no idea how long we were there. It remains an animal blur of pure passion. Thrust and stroke, we were fucking so raw. My cock and her pussy came together, one wet slap after another. Her juice ran down my leg, filling the room with the scent of our sex. I plunged into her again and again. Oh, sweet pussy. Oh, delectable cunt. Fuck my cock. Take my cum.

I exploded, shooting white ropes of cum deep into her hungry hole. A spasm, a shake, and I fell on top of her sweaty back. Her tits were pressing into my desk, and our breathing slowly dropped to a normal rate. It was too perfect. She was a world-class fuck, she was my fantasy come true. No other woman could ever match this reality. 

"That was great professor, but I would like to get up now. Your cum is running down my leg." She grinned.

I moved off of her, she pushed her self up. She moved to the corner and picked up her panties. She rolled them into a ball and stuffed them up her ravaged pussy. I arched an eye brow, and she spoke, "I am a little mushy down there. I don't wanna be walking around campus and feel your spunk drooling out of me. Besides it will give me a treat to lick up later."

She saw the surprise on my face. "Oh you think we are done?" she giggled. "No way, professor. I have no intention of doing well on the final exam. I think you will need to help me there. And I know a few other girls in your classes that might need some tutoring too. And all you have to do is fuck them, each and every single one." 



Oral Exam Ch. 02



I stood in front of my class at 8:30 a.m. Sweat was beginning to bead on my forehead and my mouth had long gone dry. Words were not coming. My lecture was, rather, an incoherent string of babble. I could not focus, or if I could it was on the wrong thing. It was but a flash, a vision, and a split-second that I could not seem to catch. That flash happened once, twice, maybe a third time. A pussy, perfectly pink and baby smooth aching to be touched. 

A week earlier I had been inside that delectable little cunt. It had wrapped around me like a satin glove, so warm and willing. It had caressed and held my prick, loving it until it had sucked out my cum. The moment had been a one-time deal during my office hours. We had conducted a simple grade negotiation. She got a B+. I got to fuck her. 

Following that sweaty and stolen moment in time, life had gone back to normal. She sat in the back row, idly clicking and twirling a Bic pen, looking aloof while whispering to the two other girls that sat next to her. How could I ignore her after I had been inside of her? I couldn't. Every class was a torture of hot and cold flashes. I tried to lecture on bland communication theory while remembering how she sucked my cock. "I just need to make it through the hour" I thought. And then she looked me in the eye. And opened her legs. And I saw her pussy.

Whoa boy! Gotta breathe and get done with this class. I picked my notes up off the podium and buried my nose in them, trying to find my place again. Eyes scanning the page, I searched for a hint of an answer. Where was I? What was I talking about? And all I could think of was her....

I heard a giggle from the back corner. I looked up realizing I had trailed off, and had been staring dumbly into my hand-written notes. I immediately saw that I had been caught. She knew what I had seen; she knew what I had been thinking. A smile crept onto her face and laughter played in her eyes. She giggled again, and I knew that I could go no further.

"Class is dismissed," I said.

I sat on the ratty, olive-green couch in my grad-pad apartment. It certainly wasn't anything spectacular, but the apartment was all mine – at least until the lease was up. Absolutely no roommates. I was buried under a mound of books and papers, none of which could hold my attention that evening. I had several projects that were on the cusp of coming due, but none of them had yet to reach true emergency status. "Think, work, focus," this was my mantra for graduate school. It just wasn't helping me this evening.

I looked at my laptop. A little procrastination never hurt, right? Some downtime might even help me channel myself into productivity. I knew it was wishful thinking, but it still empowered me to log onto instant messenger.  

Almost immediately a message popped up. Kittygirl748: a name I had never encountered before. I agreed to chat and perhaps learn more.

Kittygirl748: Hello professor (grin).

Faliuck43: Hello. Who is this? 

Kittygirl748: What? You don't remember me sucking your cock? It tasted sooooo good. 

Faliuck43: umm

Kittygirl748: i licked your balls tooo

Falliuck43: Yeah. I'm beginning to remember.

Kittygirl748: Whenever i need to cum i think of your cock. It felt so good sliding between my lips. I came 2x yesterday thinking about it. i couldnt stop playing with myself.

Faliuck43: I am not so sure this is appropriate. 

Kittygirl748: and you fucking me was even better

Faliuck43: I could lose my job

Kittygirl748: Don't you want to fuck me? 

Faliuck43:? 

Kittygirl748: Again?

Faliuck43:???

Kittygirl748: im alone right now. i want you to come over and fuck me. 

Faliuck43: ummmmm

Kittygirl748: like a dog

Faliuck43: where?

Kittygirl748: rosen hall. room 315. 

Faliuck43: That's a student dorm.

Kittygirl748: i know. im a student. NOW

Before I could respond the connection went dead. She must have shut down her instant messenger. 

I sat dumfounded for a moment staring at my now empty computer screen. I just couldn't get past Jessica. She was all I thought about. Sweaty grunts and slutty words lurked under her blonde hair, all-American, corn-fed exterior. I had seen the truth. I knew what was there and I wanted to go back for more. What was my life coming to? I felt everything I knew spiraling out of control. Was she worth everything I had? Was she worth everything I knew? One whiff of this in the department and my job, my education, and my potential future could be forever gone. 

Strangely, I didn't care. I had to see her again.

Fifteen minutes later I was in my blue Toyota, pulling into the small parking lot outside of Rosen Hall. I was bundled against the cold in a dark, leather jacket. A baseball cap was pulled tight on my head, in an attempt to hide my face. I was hoping to be just another undergrad. 

I walked through the dormitory doors and quickly found the elevators. I pushed the button, and waited. It seemed extremely quiet for 7:30 on a weeknight. I counted the seconds hoping no one would see, or even worse, recognize me.

Ding! The elevator doors opened. Out bounded two young coeds – one in boxers, the other in pajama bottoms (feet and all) – both in tank tops. They were delectable, hard and soft in all the right places. I tried not to gawk as they exited the elevator. They must have seen me trying not to stare, because they erupted in giggles shortly right after they passed by. Oh well, nothing to do but get on the elevator. 

I heard the elevator doors close behind me, and then the gentle whir of machinery. When the elevator doors opened again, I was treated to the musical stylings of Gwen Stefani. She was chanting something about bananas. I took a breath, exited, and looked for room 315.

It was a large wooden door with a white dry erase board hanging front and center. The note, "Gone to library – S," was written in marker. Several comic strips and quotations cluttered the door, with typical freshman, feminine chatter. Just below the room number were two names in pink construction paper: Jessica and Shannon. Ahhhhh Jessica, you little minx, you devilish slut. I rapped lightly on the door. Hearing no response, I jiggled the handle. It wasn't locked. I went in.

A squat, single candle flickering on a nightstand illuminated the room. It sat next to a bed, the light creating equal parts mystery and shadow. I could see her face, but barely, lit by the candle's glow. She wore a dark baby-T emblazed in gold with the word, "Princess." Near as I could see, she wore no bottoms of any kind. She was a blonde vision, ready to be consumed for my pure pleasure. Or perhaps hers, as her hand was buried in her crotch. 

Hearing the creak of the door, she looked up at me and smiled. Wicked thoughts raced from my brain to my cock. I quickly hardened, as Jessica brought her hand from her pussy to her mouth. She licked each finger separately, delicately, enjoying the taste. She then extended her arm and crooked one saliva-slicked finger at me in a cum-hither sign. I approached, saying nothing. When I reached the bed, she stayed silent. She spread her legs and pointed. I had a very clear picture of what she wanted me to do. 

I love pussy. I have eaten some in my time, and I have enjoyed every one. There is something deliciously naughty about spreading open those lips and tonguing gently at her moist hole. Those lips are a a wonder, heavy yet yielding. Much like nipples, they exist to be flicked, sucked, and nibbled. To taste those first dew drops of moisture is absolute heaven. The smell, however strong, is intoxicating. Nothing else so purely embodies feminine lust. Every gasp and twitch is a diamond to be treasured. I long for the writhing, the gradual build toward an inevitable orgasm. I long to feel her hips bucking against my face, burying my chin in her soaking gash. I look up to see her breasts rising and falling as the moans get deeper and more resonant. Her hands grasp mine, urgently clutching them with the same the fever wracking her body. Then the gasp as everything tenses. I am caught between her legs, tongue licking frantically, trying to keep up with spasmodic jerks of her hips. Still I lick, trying to extend everything just a little longer – to draw out the cum. And the release.... It is total. All tension leaves, as she falls back loose. Her breathing is catching up, and her hand pushes me frantically away from her sensitive clit. She smiles, and it all becomes pure.  

I went to the bed and crawled between her legs. She smiled at me gently, licking her lips unconsciously. "I want you.," she said simply and deeply. Our former fuck had been frantic. I had not yet been able to see all that Jessica had to offer. Oh, she was beautiful. She was a sexy teen angel, golden and open to me on her bed. Everything about her was intoxicating. But I needed to take my time.

I held her by the thigh and gently bent her left leg at the knee. Jessica looked at me quizzically. I grinned back, and placed my hands on the top of her foot. I lifted her ankle up and ran my hand down the length of her arch and then back up again. I took both hands and rubbed the balls of her feet firmly between my fingers. I heard a low moan and felt a twitch. I looked up at Jessica. Her eyes were closed and her face was a mask of intensity. I chuckled silently and went back to work. I took each toe in hand, one by one giving each their due. Gentle rubs and caresses were the game. Then I followed with a little nibbling and sucking. I put the piggies in my mouth, licking them individually. I swirled my tongue around the base of each little appendage, making sure there was no attention I had forgotten. Tonight, I had full access to Jessica. I wanted to take every advantage I could.

She moaned again. "Oh ummm!" I gently placed her left foot back down on the bed and began to slowly go to work on the right. Caress. Lick. Suck. And then I slowly moved up her leg kissing her as I went. I lingered behind her knee, giving her butterfly kisses in rapid succession. "God, that is good" she whimpered. I still had further to go, as my tongue swirled around her thighs and eventually stopped at the most beautiful of all possibilities.

"Jessica, what do you want me to do?" 

"Lick it, pleeeease. I am soooooo hot. "

"Lick what?"

"You know." I could hear the sacasm dripping from her tongue. "You are lying there staring right at it."

My tongue flicked out tentatively. It brushed that magnificent little pearl. I blew hot air on her juicy twat. "I know, but I want you to say it."

"Fuck you, professor. My cunt. My pussy. I want you to lick my tight, coed pussy. Do it!" 

To hell with it. She was so wet, and ready to go, but something in me wanted to postpone the pleasure she was seeking. Something within me snapped. She needed to learn who was calling the shots. I spread her pussy lips wide, and shoved my right index finger inside her cunt. I heard her groan and felt her muscles tense, as I prodded her supple, inner flesh. I pulled my finger back out and held it to her nose. 

"You smell that? You smell that, slut? That's you baby! You're so juicy, just like a good little slut. Little skanks like you get wet. Are gonna be a good little whore for me? Are you gonna open your pussy real wide and wait for me to shove my cock inside your teen hole? Or are you just gonna be a little bitch that tells me to fuck off?" 

Jessica's eyes glistened; it might have been rage or at might have been lust. Are the two sensations really that far apart? Her tongue traced her lips as she pondered the thought. Then she growled, "Fuck. Off. "

I grabbed her by the hip and pulled. She was now lying on her stomach with her pert, heart-shaped ass up in the air. I rubbed her cheek for a moment, caressing the soft flesh. Then I brought my hand up, and then swiftly back down. A crack, then a yelp, then my hand fell again. Five times it came down, leaving behind a deepening, rose-colored welt. 

"Are you going to be a bitch or are you going to be my whore?"

She spread her legs a little. I could see the moisture building on her hairless cleft. She murmured oh so softly, "A bitch."

Crack. Five more slaps followed, this time on her other cheek. I could feel her ass getting warm with the rush of blood. Her little jumps and wiggles were so damn tantalizing.

"Bitch or whore?"

"Whore," I could hear the concession in her voice.

"Very good." I bent over to kiss each ass cheek. Her skin was warm to my lips. I ran my kisses gently to the crack between her cheeks. I pulled them apart and ran my tongue from top to bottom, stopping briefly to swirl my tongue around her little rosebud. But I didn't stay, because her pussy was calling to me. I traced her lips with my tongue. I could taste her damp arousal. My tongue dipped inside, picking up even more moisture. Jessica was so sweet, that I absolutely had to fuck her with my tongue. It was a small spear that pushed in and out, building her desire. 

She needed more relief, though. I spanked her ass one more time, simply to see her jump. "Flip over, Jessica. I need to lick your whore-clit." And she did. I pulled her lips apart and wet my finger in her pussy. I brought my finger to her clit and began to rub. I only did this for a moment, before I replaced my finger with my tongue. I tasted the beautifully, hard nubbin and I was rewarded with a deep moan. "Yesssss." I licked again, touching her clit lightly and gently. Each time I felt a small response, a twitch of her hips or a shaking spasm. Over time. I built the touches, both in speed and force. She responded in kind, spiraling ever closer to an orgasm. I felt her legs on either side of my ears, rocking my head from side to side. I looked up and could only see her taut stomach capped by two generous breasts. I ran my hands upward, under her T-shirt, to touch those bountiful mountains. They rose up and down with the urgent rhythm of her breathing.

"Gooooodddd!!!!!" Her legs clenched, and her hips bucked. I could feel hands on the back of my head gripping my hair, pressing me even further into her pussy. This blonde vision pressed her sex into my face, grinding her pelvis on my lips and nose. Everything became wet, as her juices flooded my face and then the sheets below. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she wailed in orgasm. It was a brief eternity, a moment of incredible beauty that I will never forget. 

Then the moment was over. The hands that were once pulling me to her were now pushing me away. "Ohhhhhh. Oh god, no more. It's too fuckin' sensitive." I blew on her clit and she giggled. "You bastard. Stop that." I gave her one more lick and pulled away. 

I crawled up the bed and positioned myself on my side. I was aroused, but happy. If the night went no further, I would still be very content. This was a Goddess next to me, and I had made her cum. Life was that good and that simple. My evening wasn't over, though. I could feel her staring at me, piercing me with her deep blue eyes. She grinned, tore off her shirt, and grabbed me by the back of my head. I felt myself being pulled towards her, and I tasted those lips deeply. My eyes closed and our tongues began to dance. They were two wet muscles, groping in desperate need. She bit my lip gently, pulled slightly away, and then released. The pleasure was immeasurable. 

It was a pleasure that quickly magnified, as I felt her hand run down my side and then gently clutch my balls. Jessica rolled them in her hand with a firm grasp. She definitely had my attention as she shifted from my balls to my cock. It was a light touch, but still one that demonstrated complete control. She had my cock, and she could do with it whatever she pleased.

" I am going to suck you," she said in a sultry voice. This was a dream. I just moaned in response. 

Jessica moved down the bed, threw her legs over mine and inhaled my dick. Her head bobbed down and quickly went back up. She had me so turned on. I felt her tongue swirl under the head, flicking the most sensitive place on my glands. Back and forth it went, sending small jolts of electric pleasure coursing up the length of my shaft. I felt the inevitable beginning to happen. I could feel the throb as I came closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the spasm building my balls. I was ready to burst....

Jessica spit my cock out of her mouth. She grabbed me by the base and slapped my dick hard with her left hand. Her face broke into a pouty smile as she berated my organ, "Bad cock! You aren't allowed to cum yet." I chuckled, and I felt the tension begin to release. She engulfed my cock once again with her warm mouth, inhaling the full length of my shaft. I could feel her hand on my balls, gently massaging them as her throat made guttural, gagging sounds. She went all the way down, and I could feel her tongue reaching out and licking my sack. It was an exquisite pleasure to know that this pretty, little, teen coed was loving every inch of my dick. She was an A+ cocksucker, with honors in ball-licking.

"Jessica, you are going to make me cum if you keep doing that," I moaned in a guttural voice. She had me so close.

She took her mouth off my cock. A long trail of and saliva drooled from her mouth to my dick. My crotch was so sloppy and wet. She slurped up the string of spit and said, "Better not, professor. While I'd love to drink your cum, I want you to shoot your stuff up my pussy even more." She licked the tip one more time and then rolled over onto her back. "Fuck me, professor! Fuck my naughty, little pussy! Treat me like the little slut I am!" Her legs were akimbo, her pussy spread gloriously wide. I scooted between her legs and rammed my cock home.

She was so wet I bottomed out on the first thrust. She let out an "Ooooph!" and lifted her hips to meet my second stab. We fell into a natural rhythm, of grunts, moans, and thrusts. I could hear the wet slapping sound of skin on skin. I could feel my balls bouncing off of her beautifully tanned ass. I roughly grabbed then suckled her tits, as I tried to pull her even closer to me. Everything felt animalistic, a pure pounding of raw sexual, energy. I bent down to kiss her, sticking my tongue in her mouth. Jessica responded electrically with wet fire and passion. I could feel her arms clutching my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my ass. She was trying to pull me deeper inside of her hungry cunt. My cock continued to piston in and out of her, gradually building in fury. She could no longer focus enough to return my frantic kisses. All she could do is mutter, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" in time with each of our syncopated thrusts. 

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!" she screamed, whipping her head from side to side. I suddenly felt everything get extra wet inside of her pussy. Her hips rose, locking into mine and staying there. Every muscle in her body became taut with the orgasm ripping through her system. It was too much. She was so damn beautiful, that I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt three spurts of cum in rapid succession shoot deep inside of her welcoming pussy. Then two more, as she wrapped her legs around me as tightly as she could. "Mmmmmmmmmm. I love to feel that hot cum inside of me. I love to know that I just was fucked," she said. My breathing was ragged, but gradually getting under control. I thrust a couple more time into her for good measure, but I knew it would be at least a few minutes before I would be ready for any kind of sexual activity again. 

I kissed her again, this time with more soul but with far less immediacy. We had both gotten what we wanted, what we needed. We were now able to settle into a deep, French kiss, while still being joined at the hips. Time did not matter. Everything became focused on that kiss as the exhaustion slowly spilled away. Our tongues did a dance, circling around each other, as I felt her fingers drift up and down my back. This was the perfect moment. She was the perfect girl. Jessica – my little grade whore, who would give out a blowjob for an A – was somehow becoming more. I was getting tied up in this girl. She was more than a slut, a prick-tease that tormented me while I was teaching class. She wasn't just a hole to be used for my sexual release. I was growing to like her, and strangely she seemed to be feeling the same way too. I felt a connection in that kiss, something I never expected to find.




Oral Exam Ch. 02



"Jessica, that was amazing. What just happened?"

"I believe that you just fucked the shit out of me." She giggled and pulled me back for another kiss. I was falling, and I knew it. 

"Professor, that was an incredible fuck. You have permission to use my pussy anytime that you like. In fact, I think I will insist on it."

I could feel my cock getting hard again. Both of her hands grabbed my ass, and gently kneaded my skin. I could then see her face break into a grin. She winked at me. I looked at her quizzically, winked back....

....And felt a warm, wet tongue run up the length of my nut sack. 

Jessica giggled, as she felt me jump. "Professor, you know Shannon from class. She isn't doing very well either. Her oral skills can use a lot of work too. She would like a few extra tutorial sessions. What do say? Should she keep licking your balls?"

Who was I to argue with this beautiful coed?



Oral Exam Ch. 03



A woman's tongue gently caressing my balls: that is an extraordinary feeling! To me, the wet licks and swirls are always a surprise. They comprise a moment that I always experience anew, since I can never seem to hold that sensation permanently to my mind. It is too startling and spontaneous; the memory is inevitably washed away by greater pleasures. And it is dirty, oh so gloriously dirty. Only the most naughty of vamps would lick my balls. Suck my cock, yes. Every girl-next-door does that these days. But to suck my nuts – and without prompting – that is an indication of someone very special. It is a sign of a proud slut that enjoys the sex just for the doing, for the raw unadulterated pleasure. Not just for their own "O," or really for the "O" of their partner, but rather for the kinky thrill of expressing one's desire without taboo. This is a woman who sees sex as a process, rather than an end.

My cock was still buried deep inside of Jessica when I felt a long lick at my scrotum. What an odd sensation! Where did a second tongue come from? God, that felt good! To my knowledge, Jessica and I had been alone in our humping. It had been deep and feverish, with my climax ending inside of her pussy. I had been staring into her eyes, thinking about whether I wanted to go again. That extra tongue took away any question.

I am sure that I jumped a little when I felt the mystery licker. I know Jessica let out an "Oooph" when my dick twitched inside her wet hole. I remember Jessica smiling at me devilishly, and a muffled giggle coming from the junction where our two crotches met. I looked back to see another one of my students playing tongue hockey with my balls. 

Shannon. She was as cute as Jessica was beautiful. She had also played a starring role in my nighttime, masturbatory fantasies. I had often pictured her doing a wide variety of naughty things to me and my cock, but I had never held out a hope that one day she would be joining me and my current fuck buddy in a dorm room sex-fest. 

Shannon was a tight, little package at a height around 5'. Her jet, black hair with red highlights was cut into a bob, framing her button cute face. Her lips, that were currently busy slathering my nuts with spit, were full and soft –bee stung. I am sure that they would look picture perfect around my cock. Her skin, while toned and firm, was milky white and creamy. Her breasts, as best as I could see, were amazing. They were perky B cups, capped with very suckable, red, gumdrop nipples. I couldn't wait to get a hand on those tits or her heart-shaped ass. Some spanking was definitely in order. She was being a bad girl. Shannon needed to learn, what happens when naughty little sluts suck on their teacher's balls. 

"So what do you think, Professor? Do you like Shannon licking you while you are still plowing my pussy? Does that make you want to do dirty things to her too?"

"God, yes!"

" I bet you do, Professor? I bet you want to grope her little titties. I bet you want to suck on them all day long?"

"Oh, yeah"

"Would you like to finger her cunt? I bet it is all steamy and wet. She has been in my closet, watching us for the last hour. I told her that you were coming over, and she said she wanted to watch. Isn't that so naughty and slutty? I was hoping that she would want to join in. Her fingers were probably playing with that sweet, little pussy the entire time. Do you think it is juicy? Would you like to taste her cunt?"

I didn't say a word. I just acknowledged her by giving her two more swift thrusts of my cock. I could sill feel Shannon's pliant tongue playing with my balls. I could, at least, until I felt her begin to lick and rim my asshole. What a naughty bitch! 

I pumped into Jessica again. "Oooooh. That turns you on baby? Fuck, yeah baby! I am your cunt, but so is she! If you asked, I am sure she would let you spear her pussy. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck another of your students. She told me she has bad grades too! Ooooooh! Do you think that if you fucked her she might learn something? Could you communicate with her cunt?"

"God, fuck, yeah – your CUNT is so great!" I rammed home a few more times. I had cum shortly before, so I felt no danger of releasing a load anytime soon. I just reveled in the raw power of the fuck. "I love your cock, Professor, but I think I had better share. My roommate deserves some of this action. She has been a very patient girl."

Roommate? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! That makes a lot of sense. I just hadn't put the pieces together yet. This was getting better with every moment. I gave Jessica a couple more hard thrusts and pulled my cock from her pussy. It came loose with a squelching, sucking sound and a plop. Jessica's twat was a mess that was now flowing free. Our combined juices had been mixed and pounded to a thick, white froth. The liquids were running out of her engorged cunt lips and down the crack of her ass. She looked so beautiful.

But my attention needed to be else where. Shannon looked up at me from all fours. I reached around and gave her teen ass a smack. She squealed and sized me up with her hazel eyes. She licked her lips and grinned.

And then she sprung. She moved quickly, leaping from the doggie position, to try to tackle me. I was caught off guard and fell back onto the bed. I was surprised by her sheer wanton enthusiasm. Shannon now sat on top of me. My cock was mercilessly outside of her pussy, helplessly resting between the cleft in her legs. She took both of my hands by the wrist and held them above my head. She was leaning over me, giving me a perfect view of her amazing breasts. They were gloriously rounded, like sloping, tear crops without a hint of sag. I raised my head to try to take one her nipples into my mouth. 

Shannon took one of her hands off of my wrist and slapped me lightly on the cheek. She said, "Uh uh! You don't get to suck me. I get to suck you!" I lay back on the bed, as Jessica laughed at my obvious surprise. So that was how the games would be played. 

Shannon spoke again, this time in a cute, little girl voice, "You know professor, I was soooo jealous of Jessica when she told me that you fucked her up in your office. She said your cock was freakin' amazing. It fucked her tight, little cunt so well. I'll tell you a secret. I have wanted you since the first day of class. Everyday I go to class and my pussy gets all wet. The juices just drip down my legs. I have to carry an extra pair of panties around so I am not all damp when I go off to my psych class, " Shannon giggled. She bent down and flicked her tongue over my nipple. She then gripped it lightly between her teeth, biting down gently. She came up another time. "I am serious, Professor. I have wanted to fuck you. I have wanted to feel you inside of me. Often, it is all I think about. That is why I can't seem to do well in your class. I just sit there all mushy, unable to think of what to say, wanting you so desperately inside of my cunt." 

I smiled at her, "You know Shannon, I think that was one hell of a persuasive speech you just gave. I think you have thoroughly convinced me to fuck you. I think it is worthy of an 'A.' I wouldn't worry about that." 

Shannon didn't say a word. She just leaned down, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me. I am not sure that I have ever felt a kiss so full of desire. Her lips locked to mine with a passion that I never could have expected. Our tongues went in search of its mate, entwining in a dance. She held me tight, and I brought my hands around her back. I needed to be closer, as close as possible. The kiss was so desperate, and the desire only continued to build.

Eventually our tongues unlocked, and our lips parted. I felt her sliding down ward giving me little pecks and bites as she went. I cocked my head and looked over at Jessica. She was propped up on a pillow, leaning back against the wall. Her golden, blonde hair had fallen down to her shoulders. She looked at me and smiled. She puckered her lips in an air kiss as her fingers idlely rubbed at her pussy. I loved the wet squishy sounds as her fingers worked in and out of her cunt. 

Shannon was now at my stomach. My dick was turgid with excitement. It was a pole sticking up in the air. Shannon said, "Hmmmmmmn. While your dick is all hard, it seems to be a little messy. It seems to have cum all over it. I can't have that. I only take clean cocks inside of my pussy." With that, she snarfed down the length of my shaft. She bobbed up and down, taking me deeper into her throat each time. I could hear the gagging reflex, and could feel her tongue licking the underside of my shaft. While quite good, she was definitely a different cocksucker than Jessica. Unlike Jessica, Shannon was not about the licks, kisses, and nibbles. Shannon, went right for the deep-throat. She was trying to fuck her face on my shaft 

"Jessica, you taste so good on his dick," Shannon groaned, "but I need to feel him fucking me." I heard Jessica moan as she watched the scene before her. Clearly Shannon's words – the dirty, little tramp – were impacting her too. Shannon grabbed me by the shaft and rubbed the head against her waiting hole. I felt myself lodge between her lips and slowly she descended onto my dong. She was tight. Shannon worked her way up and down, each time taking in a little more of my shaft. It was smooth and warm and very wet. Both of us grunted as Shannon fucked her way onto my shaft. Deeper and deeper, I went until I eventually bottomed out.  

I just lay there waiting for Shannon to adjust to my cock inside of her cunt. Her breathing was heavy and her head was thrown back. After a few moments, though, I could feel her relax. I could see the tension leaving her body. And then she began to ride me. It was slow at first, just little forward and back movements. The warmth of her pussy seemed to magnify as I felt the friction on my cock. It was slow, easy, unhurried – a great first fuck! Shannon was totally in control. I just stared up into her face that was riddled with pleasure and emotion. Gradually, though, she picked up steam as our grunts and gasps came more forcefully. I moved my arms up her legs and found her ass. I spanked her twice, groping her butt cheeks afterwards. I pulled her forward onto my dick, trying to make each thrust go deeper into her hole. The juices from our fucking were flowing copiously now, running down our legs onto the sheets below. 

"Ohhhhhhh, God!!! That feels fuckin' gooooood!!!" Shannon screamed. "Oh fuck! I love riding your COCK!!! YOUR COCK FEELS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!" Shannon moans were deafening. I am sure the rest of the dorm residents were able to hear her obvious pleasure. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Her body tensed and Shannon threw back her head. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Her hips stopped moving but I could feel her pussy walls twitching spasmodically on my cock. She became very still and then fell onto my chest. Her hands went to my head and gently ran through my hair. She rested a moment, my cock still inside of her, then fell down onto my chest. 

Shannon said amidst several gasps, "That was so good. I needed that cum. Ooooohhh. I think you need one too, though. I want you to use me. Fuck me like a dog. Make me your slut that you just pound away on. I am nothing but a hole for your dick. Don't worry about me getting off again, just fuck me." She rolled over and put her delectable ass up in the air. She pulled her butt cheeks apart with her hands, opening up the hole of her cunt. I could see the slot where my dick would go. I took my cock in hand, and thrust inside of her. 

She was so smooth and silky. Shannon could easily take my whole length this time, since I had loosened her up from before. I didn't waste any time now. This was not slow and sensual; nor was this getting to know each other sex. This was about getting my rocks off, pure and simple. Jessica grinned at me. My schoolgirl, grade-whore knew what was happening, and she seemed to be relishing every moment of it. Jessica scootched down the bed and placed her slit in front of Shannon's grunting lips. "Eat me, you little slut. You want him to fuck you?" Jessica spat, "I WANT YOU TO EAT ME!" Shannon tongue extended, and she buried her face in Jessica's twat. I couldn't really see what was happening in front of me, but it sure seemed pretty effective. Jessica moaned, "Lick that clit, bitch! Lick it! EAT MY PUSSY!!!" 

In and out, I pounded out of Shannon's sloppy, wet hole. The scene before me was too much. I wasn't sure if I could take much more. This was just too damn hot. These two little sluts were a long way from the couple of grad-students that I had bagged. These horny teens were complete sexual dynamos. Jessica and Shannon were completely unfettered by inhibitions. They knew that they were smokin' sexy and loved every moment of it. They were pure, filthy, horny sex. 

I was rutting deep and hard into Shannon. Every time I hit home I could feel her ass jiggle and I could hear the smack of wet flesh on flesh. I grabbed her hair and yanked upwards. Jessica let out a disappointed moan as Shannon's tongue was pulled from her pussy. I kissed Shannon's neck as I fucked her. My other hand grabbed her tits, and pinched her nipples. Shannon grunted. I whispered into Shannon's ear that I was going to cum. I asked her where she wanted it. She moaned back, "My face."

I pushed Shannon back to the bed and whirled her around. She was going to be my cum-dumpster. Shannon looked up at me with expectant eyes. She was breathing heavy, "I want your cum. Give me your cum!" I jacked my cock a few times and watched as the thick, hot ropes of jizz splattered on her face. Some cum landed in her open mouth, while more striped her chin, forehead, and hair. As cute as she looked before, she looked even better now with her face sprayed with in my spunk. 

Jessica leaned over and in a sultry voice said, "Gimme some of that." The two women lay down on the bed and began to lick and kiss the cum each other's faces. They were now making slight cooing sounds as their touches became caresses and gentle rubs. I fell to the dorm bed, scrunched against the wall. Three people was a tight fit in one of those suckers, but it could work if there was some spooning. So spoon I did....

I woke up several hours later sporting a woody and needing to pee. The clock by the bed read 3:32 a.m. I carefully crawled from my position, while trying not to wake either of my two sleeping beauties. I put on my pants and went to the door. I looked back and marveled at the two teen goddesses snuggled up together in post-coital bliss. I carefully turned the lock so I would be able to get back into the room, opened the door, and peered outside. Everything seemed peaceful. 

I crept down the hall to the dorm bathroom. Since this was strictly a girl's floor there was only a female facility. I needed to be quick, which wouldn't really be a problem considering how badly I needed to urinate. The bathroom was large and white, with tile flooring and sterile, fluorescent lighting. There was a row sinks and stalls, with an extra room that probably contained the showers. A large metal shelf against the far wall held several colorful baskets containing loofas, body washes, and shampoos – clearly the girl's bathing supplies. Instantly, a thought of Jessica and Shannon showering together entered my head. I pictured the warm water cascading down onto their soapy bodies. Their fingers were gently scrubbing their most intimate zones, making sure no dirt could possibly remain. Shannon and Jessica might even need to wash each other....

Snap out of it. I needed to pee. I walked into one of the stalls and closed the door. I did my business and – shit! Those were footsteps I heard on the tile outside my stall door. I needed to stay still and quiet. 

"Hey, did you hear that noise earlier this evening coming from Shannon's room?" Whoever it was clearly saw my feet beneath the stall store. She continued, "It sounded like she was getting it pretty hard! I could hear her screaming in pleasure clear down the hall."

Oh, it just got worse. How was I to respond? I guess I just needed roll with it. I tried to make my voice a little higher and just said, "Yeah.":

The unknown speaker continued as the sink went on, "Shannon sounded like she got royally fucked. God, it has been so long since I have had a dick up inside of me! All the guys I date are complete idiots. Maybe I just need to go out to one of those bars and find some stud to pound me senseless. Who cares if he has brains, as long as he has a cock!" She then burst into a fit of giggles followed by an eerie silence. I could hear the wheels turning in her head. Crap. "Who am I talking to?"

"Um, no one..." 

She spoke soft and low, "Open the door." I sucked in air, thinking for a moment, but I knew that I was trapped. She could call public safety, and I could be in some catastrophic trouble. I opened the door.

In front of me was a beautiful, sleepy-eyed, young coed. She had long, brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a light, blue baby-T with a picture of a Care Bear on it. She was clearly not wearing a bra, as her nipples were poking prominently through the shirt. Her tits were perky, well rounded, and probably a little more than a handful. Dark blue sweat shorts clung to her hips, but barely. They looked like they would fall with one good yank. And that yank would reveal a tight, round, ass that needed to be groped and spanked – I was sure of it. In between, her shorts and top I could see her stomach. It was flat and well toned. Obviously, she worked out. To cap it off, she was wearing large and clumsy bunny slippers on her feet. Very cute! 

This woman stared at me with obvious amusement. Her face crinkled up into the dimples of a smile. "So what have we here?" she said with a mock authoritative tone. "We have someone who is not where he is supposed to be." 

I answered, "Look, I just came in here to pee. I'll be out of your hair now." I began to head toward the door.

I felt her hand on my shoulder. Her fingernails were painted bright, fire-engine red. "No need to rush. Who are you? You're not one of the typical freshman, frat-boy, wannabes that lurk around on our floor. You're older, different. Who'd you hook up with tonight?" 

By this time, I had turned around to face her. I looked deeply into her green eyes and said one word. "Shannon."

I could see the surprise on her face as she scrunched her eyes in disbelief. I could hear a gulp in the back of her throat. She stared at me for a long moment. I could feel the tension building as she was thinking where this chance meeting could go next. She cocked her head to one side and said, "It sounds like you had a pretty good evening." 

"I can't complain. It has gotten off to a pretty good start."

"Pretty good start, huh?" I could feel her hand through my jeans running up the length of my thigh. "Don't you think that is pretty cocky?" I smiled at the pun. "No, I don't. Especially considering what you were saying when I was back in the stall. I believe you said something about 'pounding you senseless?'" 

She blushed a deep red. "Guilty." Her hand found my cock, gave it a squeeze, and dipped inside of my pants. She quickly went to work rubbing and kneading my shaft. Things were becoming pretty tight, so I unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and pulled on the zipper. I pushed them down and they fell at a pool around my ankles. She spoke deep and low, "Ooooh, that is s nice one. Shannon must be a very happy girl. I wanna see what it looks like when it gets hard." This beautiful brunette then spit on her hand and immediately went to work stroking me off. She had me turned on; I grew hard very quickly. I had never experienced a moment quite like this. This was sheer, anonymous sex – a hand job from the heavens. She moaned softly in my ear, "Do you like me stroking your cock?" I just nodded in the affirmative. "Good. I want to see you cum."




Oral Exam Ch. 03



I replied, "I want to fuck you." She bit my ear and whispered again, "Its good to want things. Wanting makes the desire grow. For now, fuck my hand." She reached over to shower shelf and grabbed a bottle of body wash. She squeezed a dollop onto her hand and began to truly stroke me in earnest. Ahhhh, cucumber melon – what a scent! I felt the jolts of pleasure course through me as her lubricated hand rode up and down my length. She smoothly picked up speed. I felt her other hand reach done and juggle my balls. It was as if she was coaxing – milking – the cum from my cock. My whole body was building to my inevitable climax. Just a few more strokes and I would...

Cum. Fuck! Wow! What a release! That was unlike anything I had ever felt or done before. I looked around, surveying the situation. Here I was a grad student in the bathroom of a girl's dorm. I had been fucked senseless by two teen roommates, and had been given a hand job by a third that I didn't know. My cock was soapy and smelling of cucumber melon. My pants were around my ankles and my sperm was dripping from this mystery coed's hand. What an evening! The brunette who had just wacked me off, kissed me on the cheek. She then walked over to the sink and rinsed the soapy cum off her hands. She said, "I normally would eat your stuff, but it was all soapy." She turned her head back and flashed me a heart-stopping smile. "By the way, my name is Taryn. Who are you?"

I thought for a moment. Should I? Why not? What was there to hide, after she had already jacked me off. "Shannon's professor. And Jessica's too. I fucked them both."

Taryn's eyes grew real wide. She laughed in surprise, "Damn! I should have fucked you after all. I didn't want steal Shannon's guy." She went over to the towel dispenser and dried off her hands. "But now I am gonna need to get a hold of that thing."

"You already did."

She snorted, "And don't I know it! Feel free to come by any time, I live in room 324. As you know, I am in need of a serious pounding." She blew me kiss as she headed out the door. "Oh by the way," she said, "You might wash up and put that thing away. You never know who might walk in here in the middle of the night."

It was so true.



Oral Exam Ch. 04



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I heard the sound of a closing door, and my eyes fluttered open. I had been dreaming. My mind's eye had played out a vision of a beautiful blonde sucking on the tip of my cock. Everything felt warm and comfortable. I was floating away in a deep, wet bliss. I could feel the tongue gently slathering the sides of my shaft, coating them in stringy, slick saliva. I let out a low moan and felt my legs go stiff with pleasure. The tongue swirled round and round and my eyes met the vision I thought had been a dream. I stared down my chest to become lost in a pair of beautiful baby-blues. She looked up at me while playfully continuing to ply me with her oral skills. I smiled, and moved my hand to the back of her head. I stroked and petted her hair as I felt the pressure continue to rise. Sensing the soon to be insurmountable tension, my fist closed around a handful of flaxen hair and began to press down. Her head slowly lowered, taking in more of my throbbing cock. It smoothly moved past her lips and teeth, going ever deeper, until I could feel myself in her throat. Her eyes continued to bore into me, prodding my soul, broadcasting to me her wanton sexual desires. I held her there. My hand firmly lay on the back of her head, clutching her hair and applying pressure. One, two, three: I felt the seconds tick by. Thoughts of domination and submission circled around my brain, followed by the release. The tension in my hand gave wave and my grip released. She quickly spit out my cock and gasped. 

"Fucker," Jessica giggled. "I could have choked and died on that thing. Where would you been then, huh? Who knows when the bite reflex would have kicked in." For emphasis, she took my cock in one hand and lightly nibbled on the tip. Exquisite torture, that's what it was. 

Both of my hands went to the back of her head. Pushing down, I gradually forced her to slide onto my shaft. "Suck it. Say good morning to my cock," I chortled. I heard her snort and in response, as she began to bob her head up and down. I pushed harder, forcing her to pick up speed. Faster and faster she went, as I started to thrust up into her face. This was not delicate or teasing. The energy here was deeper, more primal. I was skull-fucking her, using her hair like handlebars so that I could properly guide her face. I needed her nose at the base of my cock, buried in my short and curlies. She was my toy; she was my naughty schoolgirl. Spit was flying everywhere. My crotch was a puddle of her drool. Her throat was making those, "ack, ack, ack," sounds that complete a hardcore blowjob. She was my little slut, my cocksucking machine. 

I couldn't take it anymore. This rush was too much. Jessica had been using every trick I could imagine to coerce me to cum. She was so fuckin' sexy with my dong buried down her throat. From the expression on her face, I could tell that she loved this – she adored giving head. And I was the lucky fucker on the receiving end of her desires. 

Pleasure hit me from very direction. My muscles grew taut and my toes curled. I could not keep my eyes open as I felt the pressure simmer hot and then come to a boil. White, hot jets of cum spurted from my cock. Each one causing me to jerk and twitch spasmodically, driving my rod into her throat. I clutched her blonde hair helplessly, riding out the pleasure that had taken control. Jessica gagged and let out a low moan, as I felt her lips form an unbreakable seal around my shaft. She had taken in every drop of my spunk. She swallowed my load, drinking down my juice with sincere and unbridled pleasure. I opened my eyes and gazed downward. Such a sight! A smile was forming as her lips continued to rest around my cock. Her blue eyes were laughing, holding the moment with mine. A single drop of my jizz overflow dribbled from the corner of her mouth. 

Jessica gave my shaft a final lick and released it from the warm, wetness of her mouth. She grabbed it at the base with her hand and spoke directly to it, "Well good morning cock! I hope you slept well. You had a busy night with all that fucking you did. You and my pussy are getting to be good friends. Really good friends!" Jessica giggled, licked her lips, and crawled up the bed. I felt her envelop me in a passionately, deep-throated kiss. It felt as if Jessica was trying to pull me inside of her, she held me so tightly. My legs became entwined with hers, her tits bore holes into my chest. My hands rubbed her back, running up and down caressing her soft, silky skin. The yearning between us lay open like a canyon. I wanted – so desperately – to fall in. 

After a beautiful infinity, we broke the kiss. Neither of us spoke for a long moment. We were locked by our looks, our eyes speaking the volumes that we could not say. 

"Jessica...."

"Don't." Her voice had a subtly different quality that I could not identify. She spoke again, "You're twenty-something years old and you like fucking me. I'm eighteen years old and I like fucking you. God, the sex is great, but shouldn't that be all? I mean, like, I am your student. You got your rocks off, and I got my grade. Sure there were some extra benefits, but isn't that all?" 

Her voice began to waver for a moment and a wry smile crept onto her face. I could see that there was more, so much more, that she wanted to say. But could she? We had gotten to each other. It certainly wasn't planned, but there it was lingering under the surface - feelings, emotions, a sort of connection. I knew both of us could still end this relatively untouched, but the beginnings were there. Then the question: does she want to walk away? Sweet damn, I hope not. 

"Jessica, that isn't what you really think. Is it?"

Jessica scrunched her forehead for a moment to ponder the question. She opened her mouth opened twice speak, but no sound came forth. When she could finally muster the sound her voice was wrought with emotion, "Be careful. This is very dangerous ground."

"I know, but I don't mind going there."

"But I think I do.... I know that I am something dirty to you, a total slut that you can use."

"Jessica -"

She cut me off, "Hey, I'm not complaining. Don't take that wrong. I mean, like, I love playing the whore. It has always been a fantasy of mine. I have dreamed of being the seductress, the vamp that is able have any man that she wants. I have wanted to have sex – smokin' hot sex – with a guy who I shouldn't. That taboo is so hot. And to do it for a grade, wow! But I didn't intend to begin to go here.... Um.... I'm just a first year in college. When I came to school I said to myself that I was gonna live it up. No excuses. No more, little farm girl that waited for guys to come up to me..."

"I find that hard to believe, Jessica."

"It's true. Before I came here, the only time I'd had sex was on the night of my senior prom. Ugh," she shuddered. "He so didn't know what he was doing. Two pumps, blech. Anyway, when I got here – away from my past, my parents – something changed. I knew there had to be something to sex, something that I had missed out on that first time. Damn it, I wanted that, whatever it was. I wanted to cut loose. So I did. I wanted the fantasy, all of it. I wanted to experience sex, and to cease to be a good little princess. And I don't want to change my choices; I don't want to stop. Fuck, I am not ready for the fantasy to end. I am not ready for this to be real. There is too much I haven't played out. I am just not ready to be that relationship girl."

The words were not coming through to me, "I don't understand, Jessica? Do you want me to leave?"

She smiled. It was devilish and divine. "It's simple: I want you to fuck me. I want you to pound the shit out of me. And then I want you to fuck the shit out of my friends. And their friends too. I want to use you for the great fuck that you are, and I want to be your cum dumpster. I want to be your 18 year old cocksucking grade-whore. I want THAT fantasy."

I was stunned. Where had this come from? "But Jessica...." My voice trailed off, I didn't know what to say.

"Yes, I want a boyfriend – and you may be that guy. But someday.... For now, though I want something different. Can you do that for me? I want everything else a little bit later. Until then, we can experience this together. We can take care of the itch for each other. We can be sluts together. Sound good to you? "

I looked at her, letting the moment sink in. I pulled her close to me and nibbled on her earlobe. I then murmured into her ear, deep and slow, "Yes."

"Ohhhhh, good. Very good! I am very glad to hear it. Let's get started." With a sudden movement she rolled herself over on her back. Jessica's sleekly muscled legs were spread and bent up in the air. Her beautiful pussy was splayed wide-open before me. It was glistening invitingly with fresh dew-drops of moisture. In a sultry voice she moaned, "Then use me. I'm a whore. C'mon professor, use me. Fuck me."

And so I did.

"Wow, don't you two ever stop?. Are you just going to lie there all day and fuck like rabbits?"

"Uh, what's up doc?" Jessica giggled, doing a horrible Bugs Bunny impression.

Shannon had just come back into the room. She stood near the door, wearing green sweat shorts and a light blue T-shirt. "I thought you guys might need a little bit of sustenance after that romp last night, so I brought you some bagels and cream cheese." Shannon's eyes flashed at me, "You stud. I wouldn't want you to run out of proper nourishment and not be able to work your magic later." 

Jessica giggled as she said, "You know Shan, he has quite a wand!"

Jessica and I had had cum shortly before Shannon had gotten back to the room. We came to a hard, rutting climax, driving into each other's bodies with reckless abandon. We writhed and clawed in feral passion, pounding our sex organs into a cosmic fuck. As she screeched in stunned pleasure, I unloaded in several spurts, filling her pussy with frothy cum. We had since calmed down, progressing to a cuddly, gropy stage. And then, enter Shannon.

Shannon set down the bagels and cream cheese on the table next to the bed. She slid off her flip-flops and plopped down on the mattress, sitting Indian-style. She squealed and quickly jumped to the side, "Ewwwww, I think I sat in the wetspot." Jessica and I laughed and smiled at Shannon's mock dismay. "Now I'm gonna have to wash these shorts."

Jessica grinned, "You could just take them off, Shan." 

"Oh yeah," Shannon said. "I bet you' like that, you slut!" 

"Sure would..." 

"Well tough titties. We don't have time," Shannon said as she playfully smacked Jessica on the ass. "You must have gotten fucked so had that you have forgotten what today is?" 

Jessica just stared at Shannon blankly.

"Um, like it is the first day of sorority rush."

"Oh shit, I had totally forgotten. We 

totally have to get dressed!"

"Yeah, I know. So get your perky little butt out of bed and get your ho-ass ready. We've got a lot to do before we head out. Oh, by the way you'll never guess, Jessica, who I saw down at the cafeteria? Taryn"

Jessica, who had gotten out of bed and was sorting through a drawer full of panties turned to Shannon and said, "So? She lives in this building. Her room is down the hall."

I felt the heat rise in my neck as Shannon continued to talk, "So last night, pretty late I think, she got up to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom she met a mysterious stranger. Some total hottie guy." Shannon turned to me and flashed a winning smile. "And for some reason Taryn – what a slut - decided to give him a hand job. It was only after he came that Taryn learned he had fucked, not one but two, different women on the floor earlier that evening. The nerve, eh? Isn't that right, Professor?" 


"Ummmmm... well, yeah.... so, uhhhh....."

Jessica's eyes grew as large as saucers as she looked to me for confirmation. After I could only stutter and stammer incoherently, she got all the information that she needed. And then she laughed. It started as an explosion and then became a roiling fit of giggles. Jessica braced herself at the dresser, struggling to maintain her misplaced balance. Her eyes closed and then were wet with tears. 

Slowly, the laughter faded and Jessica once again gained control. She stared and shook her head. I looked back sheepishly, not knowing how to handle the situation. Jessica spoke, the laughter still riddling her voice, "Wow, man! I gotta hand it to ya'. You work fast. What's it been, like ten hours, and you have had three different women?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Dude, you rock!" Jessica walked over to me and gave me a hi-five. "Did you bang her in the shower?"

Still a little stunned, I didn't quite know what to make of this revelation. "Umm, no. She just jerked me off. Jessica, it didn't mean anything."

Jessica bopped me squarely on the back of my head, as she said, 'I know silly, you freakin' stud! I'm cool with it, just like we talked about. Do watcha' like. Seriously, go out there and try to lay it down. Taryn is hot! Totally do her! Fuck who ever you want. I'm gonna do the same. And I will be waiting to give you a nice sloppy BJ when we're done. "

I grinned at Shannon, "I guess that means you'll be getting the bone later on."

Shannon just laughed, throwing her hands up in the air. 

I looked at Jessica and I knew everything was going to ok. This could work. We could be insatiable horn-dogs and then find a way back to boff each other's brains out. Maybe in the process something would develop. If not, we would have some wild stories to tell after a life without sexual possession or guilt. Who knows what would happen or where this would lead. Damn, it was exciting!

"So, question," Jessica said to me while looking like she was holding in another torrent of laughter. "Do you think you could get Taryn to come over here. I think I might need a hand with something."

   ******

I will never understand women and their need for make-up. I would get it if women were using the stuff to touch themselves up for guys, but that doesn't really happen. Guys don't care. Sure - do you seem ok? How high is your skirt? Can I see some cleavage? Those things are guy criteria, and women know it. Women put on make-up for the other women, pure and simple. It always seems to be some sort of one-upmanship via eyeliner competition, and sorority rush had to be the super bowl of all make-up showdowns. I definitely did not want to be present at this event. As soon as I saw Jessica and Shannon breaking into the motherload – giant Victoria's Secret cases of make-up – I knew that I should be gone. 'Nough said.

I had to get work done, so I drove over to my grad office. I opened the door, plopped down in my chair, and settled in for a long afternoon of reading. While I did not regret a single moment I spent with Jessica (or Shannon or Taryn for that matter), I had fallen behind on my work. I had several project du in the next few weeks that would require my undivided attention. So, I broke out the highlighters and my note-taking pens and set to work at trying to comprehend postmodern thinking. Damned Derrida! I mean, what the fuck?! 

Time passed and the hours cranked by. It was getting dark before I realized that I had not moved for the last several hours. I needed to stretch and get a drink of water. My mind was swirling. It was trying so hard to hold onto thoughts that were fleeting at best. I got up and exited my office, closing my door behind me. The long hallway was dim with the energy saving half-light. Everything was still. It was another quiet Saturday evening in grad world. I trudged down the hall, headed for the drinking fountain. About halfway there, I heard a low and soft, "ooooooooooohhhh" sound. I stopped. 

Looking around me I could see light under the door to the right. It was cracked open, ever so slightly, giving me a hairline view into the office behind the door.

It was then that I got my full bearings. This was the office of Professor Endicott, the chair of my dissertation committee. Secretly, I had lusted after her for the last several years. I told myself time and again, that my decision to ask her to chair my committee had nothing to with certain biological urges that plagued me at night. Jen, as Professor Endicott was known to her students, was about thirty-five with dark, short-cropped, spiky hair. She was slim, fit, and blessed with an amazing ass. I always tried not to stare, but I loved watching Jen walk away from me just to watch her taut butt jiggle. She was sexy, spunky, and sassy – a spitfire critic of postmodern and feminist theory. Rumor had it that she was a lesbian, but that vibe never seemed quite to fit. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. 

Not knowing what to do, I stood in front of my professor's door. I was frozen, held by the ragged moans coming from the other side of the wood. I had to move. This opportunity would never come again. I knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open. I faked innocence and blurted, "Jen, are you ok? I heard you moan so I...."

And there we were, our eyes locked for an eternal instant. Her blouse was open part way, with her hand inside tweaking her left nipple. She wasn't wearing a bra (something I had often noticed before). Her black skirt was pulled up, bunched around her waist. A pair of sheer, lacy, blue thong panties was pulled to the side giving her complete access to her beautiful cunt. Her hand, which was holding a tiny, humming device, was doing small circles over her clit – at least it was until Jen had noticed that I had opened the door to her office. A porn video, one of a dark-haired woman giving a guy head, was playing silently on her computer. 

Upon seeing me, Jen immediately disengaged from the masturbatory fantasy she had been utilizing. Everything shattered. Her face became a mask of stricken panic as she removed her hand from her breast and clumsily jerked her skirt down. Jen's other hand tried to close her blouse, and in the process dropped the pocket rocket on the floor. It fell with a clatter and lay humming underneath her chair. The scene would certainly have been comical if I had not been one of the two primary players.

"Ummmm... I, uh was just... with... umm, uh....." Jen stammered.

"Masturbating," I supplied. 

Jen looked at me blankly, taking in the moment. She blinked twice, then Jen's face broke into a toothy grin. "Ummm, exactly. Guilty as charged. I guess I left the door open. I should watch what I am doing."

I smiled back, "Well, this is a little awkward."

"Yup," she said flashing me a smile. Jen looked like she wanted to speak, but didn't know what or how she wanted to say. 

I decided to give her the easy out. "I guess, I'll forget what I saw and get rolling along. I have a little more Derrida to read for class," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

I shrugged my shoulders, turned around, and headed for the door. I was almost gone when I heard Jen say in a low growl, "To hell with Derrida!"

"What?"

"I am sure you can find a few slightly more productive ways to spend your time than in wasting it with postmodern mental masturbation. "

"Excuse me?"

"I said are you sure you want to do that," Jen said drawing out each word. "You can go back to your office, read some more Derrida, and try to banish what you saw here from your mind, but the game is over. We both know what I was doing, so why pussyfoot around it? I needed to take the edge off. Now because of a door that didn't close the possibilities are different. I can now satisfy myself using the real thing. Assuming you're interested?"




Oral Exam Ch. 04



"I don't know what to say. I mean, we work together. You're my professor, my advisor. I'm flattered and all...."

"Look, I can keep it professional if you can," Jen seductively said as she leaned forward. Her movement drew my gaze downward to her chest. I looked down her unbuttoned blouse into the crack of her cleavage. While not overly large, her milky-white breasts looked substantial and perky. Since her tits were completely unfettered by any form of bra, her nipples were standing at full attention pressing into her shirt. It was clear that they had been in a prior state of arousal, and that the tips remained at an overloaded pleasure-point. They looked very kissable, like tiny pink gumdrops. "What I am suggesting is pretty simple," she continued. "You show me yours and I'll show you mine. We play a little doctor and then we screw like crazy. Tomorrow we go about our business of being professor and student again. Nothing changes, except maybe our hormone levels and some bodily fluids."  

I looked at her, my professor, disheveled and seductive. I didn't know the right move. Was there really any choice? I had wanted her since the first moment I had seen her. This was my golden opportunity. I had longed to touch, and kiss, and lick her all over. But could I make this decision? Should I make this decision?

Fuck it! I had been thinking so much with my cock recently that it didn't feel like there was any other way. I knew I had to do this. I also fully understood that it would change everything, despite whatever my professor was saying. Fucking does that, it mixes things up, swirls them around, throws them up in the air, and lets them fall to the ground. When they land, the pieces are always a shambles. We never get off (in either sense of the word) without consequences. Any thing else would be a dream or a joke. But I didn't want to argue with her either. I simply resolved to deal with things as calmly as I could – however they may be – when the heat (so to speak) died down. Besides, its not like I had recently been a total Boy Scout anyway. 

I stepped back into the room closing the door behind me. When I heard the "click" of the latch, I turned the door lock. I did not want to take any chances of getting caught; that certainly would be a sticky wicket. I could feel the thump of my heart as I walked up to her chair, my crotch nearly level with Jen's face. I ran my finger along her lips, her tongue angling out to flick it once. I reached down and gave my zipper a tug. My other hand went back over Jen's lips, traced her nose, and then over her head. I tilted her face to me, her brown eyes meeting mine. I leaned down and spoke to her in a stern almost whisper, "If you want me to take care of that itch, you are gonna have to get me hard." 

Jen smiled and moistened her lips in anticipation. "Reach into my pants and pull out my cock. Take it out. All of it. I wanna see your face buried in my nuts."

"You like the teabag, huh?" Jen said with a seductive lilt. "So do I. Let me see what I can do." I could feel her hand slithering into my boxer shorts. Her fingers traced my dick from tip to base in a slow tease. I could feel my shaft twitch, as it began to become accustomed to the attention. As I could feel myself slowly becoming engorged, Jen circled her hand underneath and cupped my balls. She held them softly, massaging them gently, taking her time, and making the excitement build. I could then feel her release my nuts, and begin to scratch lightly on the bottom of my sack. While not an overtly sexual feeling, the gentle scraping of nails further built my arousal.   

"Ohh, that feels good," I moaned, "but I want you to take it out."

And so she did. Gently Jen hoisted my cock and balls past the flap of my boxer shorts and into open space. I was erect and protruding from my cargo pants. Taking things easy, Jen slowly – agonizingly – leaned in and blew arm air over the length of my shaft. It was such a tease to feel the circulation of her breath, while knowing that her mouth was so tantalizingly close. Her hand gripped my dick and pulled it slightly upward. "Your penis is so soft and beautiful. I can feel it pulsing in my hand. I am going to love having this inside of me," Jen said as she leaned in closer and sent warm air cascading over my sack. I looked down, and I could only see the top of her spiky, gel-encrusted head. My hands lightly stroked her hair, as she worked her tease. There was no rushing or pushing, just something light and gentle that would shortly transform into so much more. It was a moment of peace and total anticipation. What would come? What would happen from here?

I heard a "pfhhht" sound and a glob of spit pegged my balls. Still holding my shaft upwards, Jen took her other hand and massaged the loogie into my skin. "How do you like that? Huh, baby?" she said before rearing reared back and coating me in even more saliva. My balls were being bathed in her moisture. I moaned as she kept repeating the process - spit and rub, spit and rub. I could feel the spit mounting, causing my balls to drip with Jen's mouth juice. 

Without warning, Jen moved in for the kill. She buried her face in my balls and wiggled it around with amazing fervor. She moaned or hummed – I couldn't really tell which – sending vibrations of pleasure rippling through me. My nasty professor buried her nose in my nut-sack and slathered me with her tongue. She popped my balls, one at a time, into her mouth giving each a hearty suck. The moment before had been gentle and teasing. Now Jen was a woman possessed, a dirty ball-demon that wanted nothing more than to have her face buried in my nuts. She was an animal of pure lust that deserved to be fucked.

My cock was throbbing in her hand. In one long lick, Jen ran her tongue along my length, from balls to tip. Then, without embellishment, she engulfed my cock in the warm confines of her mouth. She looked up at me with her lips wrapped around the head. Jen's eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen in class. It seemed that the raw heat she was broadcasting would consume me. She didn't move forward or backward, and instead simply held me in place. She looked like a sprinter taut with anticipation, waiting desperately for the starting gun. One of her hands found one of mine; taking my hand in hers, she placed it - open-palmed - on the back of her head. She then spoke a single word, muttered around my cock, "Push!"

Feeling the animal inside of me, I jammed her face onto my cock. She made gagging sounds, but didn't seem to want to be let up. Her hand was still locked with mine at the back of her head. I could feel pressure coming from that hand, pushing onto mine, demanding I pull her further onto my shaft. I increased the pressure and I could see her eyes beginning to water. I released Jen for a moment, so she could find the space to breathe. It was only a moment, though, before she drove herself back onto my cock, taking what she craved. 

I pushed again, this time harder. After a moment's struggle, she took in the entire length. My professor's face was buried in the carpet of hair at the base of my dick. My pubes were tickling her nose. I released again and she gasped for air. "Is that the best you can do? Give me more," Jen spat, pushing on my hand at the back of her head. So I drove her onto my length again, this time with more brutality and speed. I let her up just as quickly, only to impale her face another time. I was skull-fucking her with a vengeance. Spit began to collect at the bottom of her mouth and run out the creases of her lips in long messy strings of spittle. She made noises like a duck quacking, as she gagged on my prick jack-hammering at the back of her throat. I pummeled her with abandon and purpose. This was my professor. This was a woman who held power over me. She controlled my fate, my future. She was responsible for hours of long work, both past and future. Because of her I had poured over incomprehensible texts and pounded out papers at my computer. And there we were our roles reversed. I was fucking her face, and she was taking it. But she was doing so much more. She was inhaling my shaft, she was driving for more, and she was playing my whore at every turn. She loved what she was doing, the change-up that led to her submission. She was a cum-slut that worshipped at the altar of my cock. I could contemplate further, but I still felt the insistent push of her hand. Fuck the mental; this was physical 

I had to fuck her. I yanked Jen off my cock, slapped her face with it. Twice. She moaned as I then pulled her up by the hair at the back of her head. Jen was a mess, all spit and drippy make-up. How fuckin' sexy! My feminist professor looked like a gang-banged whore. I turned her around and bent her over. Her shapely ass was winking at me, begging me for its due. I lifted her skirt up over her cheeks. Jen's plump pussy lips were barely encased in the lacy powder blue, T-backed thong that I would never have guessed to be her style. With her face up against the glass, Jen braced herself on the windowsill. From there she awaited my assault. We both knew that this fuck was going to come fast and hard. No mercy! It would be a raw pounding, a fuck that would set loose the horny animals raging inside. 

From our position, we could see the campus quad. The field was all shadows and half-light, since the darkness was only lit by a few scattered lampposts. Looking down I could see a group of young women crossing the quad - coeds. They were dolled up to the nines, clearly out for a night on the prowl. Some lucky party had to be their destination. I wondered if this was a group of sorority women. Would they pick up random guys and commit to one-night stands? Were my fuck toys, Jessica and Shannon down there? If they looked up would they be able to see me about to fuck my professor, just as they had fucked me? God, those thoughts made me hard. 

I pulled Jen's panties to the side and rubbed the tip of my dick along her slit. Wow, she was sopping wet with arousal. My dick was coated with her girl-cum just from rubbing it along her soft, trimmed labia. She clearly needed to fuck as badly as I did. I couldn't take it; I had to be inside of her. I rammed forward with a squishing noise. Her sopping pussy parted, making way for my engorged shaft. I drove inward, bottoming out in a single thrust. Both of us gasped, feeling the excitement coursing through our bodies like an electric current. Everything was liquid; everything was pulsing. 

I began to move. I slid deep inside of Jen, feeling her raw heat wash over me. I wanted to fuck; I needed to fuck! She was mine, splayed out before me in an image of molten lust. It was amazing to see my cock disappear inside of a steamy new pussy, one belonging to my professor. Jen looked back at me, her face contorting in a mask of ecstasy. That was what I needed. Her expression gave me the power to unleash everything I had. I could now turn it on her, the brutal lust that was raging inside. I banged into her with my cock. I could feel the sweaty slap of skin-on-skin. The musky sent of her arousal filled the small office. I inhaled, letting the scent enter my bloodstream and course in my brain. It fueled my urge to fuck her soul. Jen's pussy egged me on, demanding I drive harder and faster into her snatch. I don't think we were conscious of the noises we were making, but I am sure that if there were anyone outside they would have easily known what we were doing. Our rutting would be very obvious. 

Slap! Slap! Slap! I could feel the rhythm. Jen's was face pressed sideways against the window. She seemed to be mesmerized by our debaucherous reflections. We were both lost in fucking. The only thing that mattered was the congress of our sexual organs, and the fervor with which they were pounding away at each other. But still – despite being in this magnificent and taboo pussy - I looked down from my vantage above the quad and wondered, "Where was Jessica? " I wanted her. I had grown accustomed to her smile, her face, and her personality. But it didn't end there with Jessica; I wanted all of the rest of them too. Since that first decadent romp in my office I constantly craved pussy. Jessica had broken that world wide-open for me. She had made me see the possibilities. Because of her I actively craved every single one of those delicious, sexy coeds prowling across campus. I wanted them all. But I also wanted to know how many of them would get fucked tonight? How many would scream out in pleasure? How many would cum? These questions played through my mind as I fucked my professor's juicy pussy. Oh, she was good! My pulse raced, beating time with my cock. It was a blur, a need to push for more. 

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Jen demanded. I pulled her skirt higher above her waist, so I could watch her incredible ass as I plowed her pussy. Smack! That beautiful butt needed to be spanked, so I did. She jumped slightly and moaned, "Fuck yeah, spank my ass!" Smack! Smack! She responded by backing herself forcefully onto my cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh God, yeah!!!! Fuck! Pound me. Fuck my cunt! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Jen moaned as I could feel her muscles tighten. Her body became taut and then shook. Her pussy spasmed and I felt a sudden wet gush at the joining of our fuck-organs. All I could do was hold on, as my professor came on my cock.

I continued to fuck Jen right through her orgasm, and then through two more. Her voice became a constant moan as she scaled the heights of her orgasm. My head was throbbing. I could feel the blood vessels at my temple throb, as my need for release became overwhelming. I pulled on her hair, turning Jen's face to me. "Where do you want it?" Jen looked dazed, as if she wasn't clear where or who she was. "Where do you want me to cum?" I growled impatiently. 

Jen seemed confused for a moment before responding, "Fuckin' cum inside of me. Cum in me!!! I want to feel you shoot inside of me!" 

Done! Needing nothing else but to cum, I thrust forward one last time; after that, I was completely consumed by the throes of my orgasm. Oh the bliss of Jen's pussy! I felt the energy and passion spill out of me in a torrent of warm, creamy jizz. My cock was buried deep within the velvet walls of her pussy, twitching. I couldn't move as the scalding spunk shot from my dick. White-hot jets laced Jen's hole, filling her with my cum, sealing us biologically with my seed. 

Slowly our breathing returned to normal. The warm after-glow of red-hot sex bathed me in a comforting serenity. I had just fucked my professor, and certainly that needed to be dealt with – but later. For the moment, my cock was still warmly nestled inside of her. Soon we would disengage. We would pry our sweaty, sticky bodies apart. Each of us would reach for Kleenex to wipe up stray bodily fluids. Our clothes will be zipped, re-buttoned, and straightened. We would say our good-byes, and each trudge home. In our minds, we would be wondering: Where will this go? What will happen tomorrow? Would we ever fuck again?               



Oral Exam Ch. 05



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The last few days had been a hazy blur of torrid sex. Everywhere I went I seemed to encounter a cornucopia of juicy pussies, bountiful tits, and succulent asses. I had fucked two of my students, banged my PhD advisor, and gotten a hand job from a random shower nymph. Life was good, but it was also draining. I was losing my focus. I couldn't hone in on my grad work, and I could feel myself falling farther and farther behind. Instead, I was slipping into a steamy dream world that dripped with horny passion. I knew that I was still fine, but I also aware that my course work and teaching assignments would soon suffer. 

So I resolved to buckle down. I needed to get some work done. I got home fairly early on Saturday night and went immediately to bed. I was dog-tired; I think I fell asleep while my head was still en route to my pillow. I got up early the next morning, showered, and took a brisk walk around my apartment complex. I felt rested. The cool morning air cleared my head, and the lust driven veil seemed to lift. It was a beautiful day, all puffy clouds and blue skies. The college based apartment complex was, of course, deserted. Sunday morning is not a good time for students, as the impacts of the inevitable Saturday night revelry are often still lingering.

I thought about the tasks that lay ahead of me. Several papers were quickly coming due that demanded my undivided attention. I plotted out a quick mental schedule, and decided to get to work. Sex would wait until later.

When I got back to my apartment I made myself a hot cup of green tea. From there, I went to my room and sat down in front of the computer. I flicked on the monitor and banished the screen-saver. Quickly, I began to peck at my keyboard. An outline for my first paper began to develop on the screen in front of me. I loved this, the intellectual exercise of wrestling with theory. I never knew quite where it came from. Somehow, when I sat down to write, the thoughts and theory would flow. The process always seemed like a test of wills with ever shifting schemas. One word moved the status of the thought to and fro, forcing the meaning to subtly mutate with the slightest touch. When the words appeared on the screen, however, my understanding was transformed. My ideas popped into place and were made stable. 

I spent the rest of my day hammering away in front of my computer. When I went to bed, I felt like I was on a roll, that my thoughts could not – should not – be stopped. Consequentially, when I got up the next morning I decided to beg off of my teaching duties for that day. I called up a fellow grad student and friend named Sarah and asked her to cover my classes for the day. She grumbled, and made me promise that I would buy her dinner before agreeing to sub-in for me. I guess a night away from Ramen was all any good grad student could ask for. "Fair 'nough," I said to her over the phone and then went back to work.

Time ticked by. The day came and went. The inevitable mess from two days living like a hermit built up on my desk. Several mounds of books marked by sticky post-its were strewn about the room. Crumpled notes lay on the floor, where I had missed tossing them into the trash can. A plate of sandwich crusts was forgotten next to my computer. I was a little jittery, as I had just settled into my third two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. I had been at this, without a real break, for the last two days. While I needed to go back and edit, a couple of hours ago I had completed a decent first draft of a twenty-five-page research paper. The last few hours, though, had been frittered away, staring down the fearsome wall of writer's block. I had failed to adequately transition from one paper to the next. My mind felt like pulverized mush, and I am sure that the excessive levels of caffeine circulating in my bloodstream weren't helping any. Perhaps I needed to call it a day.

The ring of the telephone woke me from my research-induced stupor. I debated for a moment, whether I should pick it up; a caller might distract me from my work. But, I thought, I am not really accomplishing anything at the moment anyway. Maybe a brief conversation might clear my head. I reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

I heard a deep breathy voice on the other end of the line pant, "Hey big boy. Thinking about me?"

It was Jessica - my student, who had fucked me for a grade. I heard her sultry voice and I was transformed. It called up memories of her luscious, 18 year-old body writhing in pure sexual pleasure. She was so beautiful when she came. I remembered the feel of the soft mounds of her tits in my hands, against my chest, and around my cock. Her mouth was an instrument of exquisite pleasure that could drive me to an instant rock-hard state. Jessica's tongue would slather my shaft with long, wet, teasing licks that would make me boil over with pre-cum. And Jessica's pussy – Jessica's pussy! – dripped with a sweet nectar that I craved in the origins of my soul. Thoughts of me fucking her, pounding her tight, shaven, little snatch, banging her deep and hard until she screamed in orgasm, echoed and reverberated in my brain. I gulped, caught my breath, and replied, "Sure. What red-blooded guy wouldn't?"

She laughed and said, "So professor, Shan and I missed you in class today."

"Yeah, I had a lot of work to do, so I asked Sarah to cover for me."

"I know. It's a pity, though that Sarah chick was kinda hot. She has such huge tits for that tiny little body. Do you think she likes girls?"

I grinned, "Well I don't know if she is into ladies, but I do know that enjoy guys – if you know what I mean."

"Fuck, professor! No way!" Jessica exclaimed. "You sly dog! You did it with her, huh? You boned her, right?"

"Maybe," I said, knowing my tone gave everything away.

"You did it. You totally tapped that ass! When did you guys hook up? You two aren't an item are you?"

I wasn't sure if I heard a drop of concern or jealousy in Jessica's voice. I decided to answer her with the somewhat uninteresting truth, "Yeah, Sarah and I got together a couple of times right after we met each other. We were both starting the PhD program, and were probably a little lonely."

"Horny is more like it, knowing you," Jessica quipped, cutting into my train of thought.

"Right, like you're not a total slut," I responded. Jessica giggled and I continued my story, "So anyway, we got together. It was great, and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but we just drifted apart. No real reason. I guess life just intervened and we got busy."

"So you guys were like, fuck-buddies? That's cool. She is totally do-able. So would you like to know why I asked if your booty call liked girls?"

I laughed out loud, "Sure." "So today we planned everything – we were totally gonna tease you when you were teaching class. Shannon and I wore matching tank tops and micro, Catholic school- girl skirts. Our hair was done up in these cute, little girl pigtails. We were totally hot, like schoolgirl sluts. I was so hoping to make you hard behind the podium. C'mon, ask me if we were wearing underwear."

I chuckled. She was incorrigible, "Jessica I know it's a dumb question, but were you and Shannon wearing underwear?"

"Nope," Jessica giggled on the other end of the line. "Not a stitch. I was totally going commando. My bare little pussy lips were blowing in the breeze. Your teacher friend had a hard time dealing with it. I so bet she likes girls."

I couldn't believe it. "You flashed Sarah?"

"Yeah. It was so sweet. Her eyes totally bugged out behind those sexy glasses of hers and she just sort of stared. I then looked at her and totally caught her eyeing my little baby snatch. So I wet my lips and blew a kiss to her." Jessica's words were coming faster now. I could tell that she was excited. "Sarah then started stuttering and babbling right in the middle of talking about that boring Monroe's motivated sequence stuff. She became so flustered she couldn't teach class. We totally got out, like, twenty minutes early. It was so cool!"

"My god, Jessica. Wow!" I was speechless.

"Yeah, Shannon, that little hypocrite, called me a whore. But she would have totally done it too if she had thought of it. Like Denny's, her pussy is always open," Jessica paused for a moment before changing up the conversation, "So professor, whatcha' doing?" 

"Trying to get some work done for my classes. I'm a little behind on my studying. Someone seems to keep finding ways to distract me." 

Jessica laughed, "Is that a complaint? Has our fucking been too much for you? I mean we can stop if you...."

"No, that's not what I am saying. Things are just a little busy and I am falling behind. I am not sure if this is the best time for anything right now. Can we wait for a couple of days?"

"I don't know, professor, Professor. I'm horny. And I need a little help with something for sorority rush. It won't take too long, trust me. I would be really grateful. Pretty please? I'll even put my cherry on top." Jessica laid the cute, pleading voice on pretty thick.

I thought for a moment. Maybe I could get out for a little while. Maybe I was deserving of a break – or a fuck. Or maybe this was the beginning of my downfall. "Sure, what do you need?"

"Can you meet me in forty-five minutes on campus? Wait for me on one of the benches near the fountain. Cool?"

"Yeah, I guess. What's going on?"

"Don't worry. It'll be a surprise. I am sure that you will enjoy it. See ya' soon." With that, I heard the click of the phone as Jessica hung up.

*****

I quickly showered and shaved before making my way over to campus. I had to clean up, since I been wearing non-presentable-work-in-the-apartment-all-day-and-be-scruffy clothes. I put on some blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and a dark jacket. I looked nondescript; hopefully I would just blend into the scenery. I ran a comb through my hair, glanced in the mirror, and headed out the door.

After the five-minute drive, I parked my car and walked over to the fountain. The night was cold with a slight winter wind. Nothing existed, but corn from the surrounding farms, to hold back the frigid breeze. Naturally, the campus was deserted. Scattered lamps illuminated the walkways with a soft evening glow. The fountain was dazzling, as always. It was tall, single column of water lit from below with a shimmering, liquid light. Standing in the center of a circular stone basin, the fountain gave off a mist that seemed to instantly become crystalline in the chill air. 

I found a wooden bench at the edge of the light. Shoving my hands deep in my pockets, I sat down to watch the jetting water. The view was mesmerizing. Everything felt so still. The swirling chaos in my brain began to settle down. The papers drifted away, as did my Mountain Dew induced haze. The sound of the falling water was a soothing sedative, a massage at the edge of my brain. It relaxed me, sending my mind into a dazed, almost hypnotic, trance.... 

*****

....Until I felt two warm hands over my eyes. "Guess who?" I heard Jessica query, just before she licked my ear with a giggle. My heart began to beat faster, as it always did in her presence, since I knew that I would soon be sliding my cock inside of her. She leaned over from the backside of the bench and slid her arms down my chest. Jessica then bent down and nibbled on my neck. The suction from her mouth was surely raising a welt. Certainly, there would be a hickey tomorrow. Who cares? She then whispered soft and low, "Did you miss me, professor?"

I just groaned an affirmative. One of my hands went to the back of her head. I lightly stroked the flaxen hair spilling out of her wool knit winter cap. She continued to plant burning kisses on the side of my neck. While I was quickly becoming aroused, my body had grown relaxed. I could feel the stress flowing out of me. This was what I needed. I could count on Jessica to find the perfect moment to give me the medicine I required. 

"Damn, Jessica," I moaned. "Let's go back to your place."

"Uh uh," she replied. I felt her shift behind me, before she began to tongue the other side of my neck. "We're gonna do it here. Would you like it if I sucked you off while you relax on this park bench?"

"I don't know. What if someone sees?"

"God, I hope so! That would be so fuckin' hot! Maybe I would then have to suck them off too. Or if it was a chick, you could bang her while I would eat her pussy. Now be a good boy, unzip your pants, and pull out that beautiful cock of yours. I wanna start sucking."

I could not help but obey. She had planned this, the slut. She had set things up so that I would fulfill some exhibitionist fantasy of hers. Jessica knew that I would be torn, but that I wouldn't say no. Instead, I would throw caution away and consent to have my cock sucked on a bench in the middle of campus. She knew me too well.

I opened my fly, reached inside my pants, and pulled out my dick. The chill night air felt dangerously tantalizing on my uncovered flesh. It was freeing and invigorating, another taboo that I would break at Jessica's request. My life had become so damn crazy. 

My sweet teen coed whispered in my ear, "Oh, I want to lick that up. It looks so tasty. And is that a drop of pre-cum for me? Yummy! But let's make this even more interesting, professor." With that my world went black. I could feel Jessica pull her wool hat onto my head. But she didn't stop there. Instead, she continued to roll the hat down until it completely covered my eyes. She was going to give me a public blowjob, and I was going to be blindfolded.

I felt the wet warmth of Jessica's mouth descend over my rigid cock. At first it was a breath, soft and subtle. Within seconds, though, I felt my skin being peppered with quick, sharp kisses. The kisses then became licks as she began to work the length of my shaft. She made light moans of pleasure, signaling that she was enjoying the "hard" task before her. My cock was now fully erect, as the strangeness of the situation compounded the erotic thrill of the moment. I had never had sex in public - or with a blindfold for that matter - before. This was something entirely new. The thrill of getting caught, while terrifying, made everything so much more intense. Without my vision every other sense became heightened; it felt like all the nerve centers in my body were on full alert. 

I knew this blowjob had to be quick; this was not the place for a slow, languishing tease. We were in the open air in a secluded, yet public place, on campus. Someone could easily walk by and spot the fellatio by the fountain. The pink wool cap that was covering my eyes would only draw attention to our activities.

Jessica's mouth completely engulfed my dick. She made a soft gagging sound as the suction of her teen lips descended from the spongy tip of my dong's head. Her wet lips smoothly slipped down to the base of my shaft. I felt her nose hit bottom. She had swallowed my entire length and buried it in the back of her throat. The hot breath from her nostrils flared in my pubes, circulating with the cold, night air. The moment was a study in contrasts. Her mouth was so beautifully warm. It was a haven from the harsh chill of winter that otherwise enveloped me. 

She came up for air, gasping for breath. While she recovered Jessica grasped my cock in her hand and gave it a few sloppy wet strokes. Once again, saliva was everywhere. For now it felt seductive and warm, but later it would be a wet mess in my pants. But who gave a fuck? I had a gorgeous 18 year old cocksucker on her knees before me, and she wanted nothing more than to get back to business. She snarfed down on my rod again, this time going part way. From that vantage she was able to work my shaft with her soft, pliant tongue. It was amazing. I could the metal ball of her tongue piercing caressing the flesh of my dick. That piercing raised things higher, sending pleasure coursing through me in ways I had never....

Wait! What the fuck!? Jessica didn't have a tongue stud. I had been tricked. The hat that had deepened the eroticism of the moment, had also blinded me to a cunning switch-a-roo. I pulled on the cocksucker's head, trying to disengage from the mystery blowjob unfolding in my lap. She didn't want to stop, though; that much was obvious. Her hand grasped my thighs as she fought to maintain suction on my dick. I felt another pair of hands massage my shoulders. Jessica whispered in my ear, "Easy big boy. Don't worry. It is just another one of my slutty coed friends that needs the cock. Lie back, enjoy it, and give her some cum."

I thought about it for a moment. I trusted Jessica. Sure, she was a wicked teen slut that would do anything to get properly fucked, but I also knew that she would look out for me. I released the death grip on the cocksucker's head, eased back, and prepared myself for the orgasm that would certainly overtake me. 

I could almost feel the smile creep onto the lips of the woman sucking my cock. She slurped in contentment and satisfaction as she continued to ply me with her tongue. Round and round it swirled, with that piercing compounding the sensation. I threw my head back and moaned, losing myself in this strange and sexy turn of events.

The mystery woman's head popped off my cock. Without the warm, wet loving of coed lips, my member felt strangely sad and alone. I heard some whispering, as Jessica continued to rub my shoulders. Then Jessica spoke to me, "What do you say, stud? Do you wanna get fucked? Would you like a fresh, juicy pussy?"

Goddamn! "Sure. Fuckin' bring it on," I growled deep and low.

I felt a hand firmly clasp my throbbing dick. She held it up straight as she squatted over me. The mystery woman then rubbed it along the outer lips of her pussy, teasing her clit. I could feel my cock brush against a pair of lacy panties that she had pulled to the side for our impromptu, outdoor fuck. She was wet, and very obviously turned on. The moisture from her cunt coated the tip of my cock as she ran it along the length of her slit. 

But it was clear that she was not looking for a tease. I felt her descent onto my lap, and in a short, glorious moment I was engulfed in the raging, damp heat of her hungry pussy. We both groaned in pleasure, letting the sensations of the fuck wash away the built-up tension of the day. Instead, a new type of tension took hold of our bodies. I felt the muscles in my legs become taught and my breathing grow tighter as I fell into the fuck. 

For the first moments of our congress, the mystery woman was hesitant. Her ass cheeks bottomed out at the base of my cock. While she had yet to really move, she was now fully impaled on my length. I am sure she was gauging the situation, letting her pussy get used to its newly invited resident. She quickly, though, lost all uncertainty. She began to rise up and fall down with mounting determination. I could hear her gasp, short little intakes of breath that were becoming more fervent. 

Jessica was nibbling on my neck as she whispered, "Does that fuckin' pussy feel good wrapped around your hard, throbbing, cock? I bet it does. You feel so good right now, don't cha you little slut? You little whore?" I heard my mystery girl moan an affirmative as she slid down on my pole again. I could feel her ass ripple lewdly against my pubic bone as she banged into me. Jessica laughed mischievously and continued her naughty commentary, "Damn, that looks so good, all sticky and wet. I know its gotta feel good. I love that cock in my pussy, plowing in and out of my teen fuck hole. Fuck her, professor! Screw that little college-coed, sorority teeny-bopper slut. Give her what she needs, that fucking slut! Make her cum. Make her cum like the dirty, fucking twat that she is."




Oral Exam Ch. 05



I had been trying to grope the hell out of my mystery woman. I knew she must have an awesome rack, as I could feel a definite presence of healthy boobs on her chest. But I couldn't tell anymore than that, since the thick, puffy parka she was wearing hid the true sense of what I was working with. Giving up, I instead let my hands slide downward. I moved them up under the flimsy material of the mystery fuck's skirt, and I took a firm grip of her muscular ass. I spread her cheeks and lightly teased her butthole with my finger. She moaned, raggedly. I slipped my finger inside of her ass – gently, but with authority. And that finger called up her orgasm. The waves of her climax came fierce and hard. She moaned in my ear, clutched my face, and kissed me with a feral passion. Her tongue forced its way between my lips, as she frenched my mouth, lips, and tongue. She shook and quaked, as I felt a warm rush of fluid flow onto my crotch. And I didn't know her name; I hadn't seen her face.

I needed to come. Listening for her breathing to ease, I waited a moment for her to settle down. Then I made my move. Cupping her ass cheeks, I pulled her up and then back down. My hands fell into a rhythm as I kneaded the firm, soft flesh of her butt. At the same time, I began to buck my hips thrusting upwards into her juicy, little cunt hole. I heard the slap of skin on skin as we moaned into each other mouths. We were still locked deep in a kiss that was continued to intensify. I could feel her bouncing forward – into me – with every thrust. She slammed up and down, furiously, onto my raging cock. 

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" I heard Jessica chant, "Bang her with your fat cock! Fuck her as good as you fuck me. You tasty little bitch! Doesn't that feel good in your tight little pussy, you sweet whore? Do you love the dick? Do you like having some guy that you never met before fuck you? And he doesn't even know who you are, you cocksucking whore!" 

Jessica's words were too much. I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed the mystery woman's ass and pulled her onto my dick with as much force as I could. I felt my cock twitch and my balls tighten. Thick jets of cum shot from my tip and flooded her tight, molten hole. The spurts went long and deep, firing off to hit somewhere distant in her womb. I shuddered and twitched as the cum left my body. I was wracked with an incredible orgasm, fueled by anonymity of this mystery fuck. She could be anyone – a student, a professor, someone I hadn't met. Fuck! That was so friggin' hot! 

And the most amazing part? Jessica had engineered the whole encounter. She had found another amazing woman for me to fuck. Jessica was my goddess of lust, a lewd and lascivious fuck that could match in reality any horny idea that I could dream up in my imagination. 

My softening cock slid out of the mystery cunt with a plop. Now that her pussy was unplugged our mutual juices flowed freely. We were still gasping heavily, taking in cold gulps of the night air with a vital need. We didn't have long, we needed to get moving. It was a miracle that we hadn't been caught yet. Public safety would certainly be prowling around at this time of night. The mystery fuck dismounted and I reached for the hat that had served double duty as a blindfold. I wanted to look at the woman who I had just fucked. 

"No," I heard Jessica say as she slapped away my hand. "Wait a minute."

I was surprised. "Why?" I said.

"Isn't it better this way? Isn't it better not to know? She could be anyone. Anyone! You fucked her - you fucked her tight, little pussy – and you don't know who she is. Hold onto that. Let it roll around in your mind. You know that she is somewhere here on campus, but you won't know who or where she is. God, that is so hot!"

I nodded and smiled. Jessica was right. I would wait, and I would wonder. Who had I fucked? Who was that amazing woman that had sucked my cock? Would we ever meet again? 

Only Jessica knew. And for now, I would just wait for her to take off the hat...



Oral Exam Ch. 06



Once again, thank you for the comments and the feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first five stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

Another night, another fuck. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why? How had this become my life? When had I become some sort of super-ultra-mega-stud that secreted Spanish fly? In high school and college I had dated my fair share of girls. There had been a couple of long term – and very monogamous – relationships that resulted in some sexual play. Nothing out of the ordinary, though. My time as a Master's student, out on the East Coast, had been erotic wasteland; it was a good thing my hand still liked me, because I wasn't getting any action from anywhere else. When I started my Ph.D., things began to look up. I had two brief flings with my fellow grad students (Sarah and Gwen respectively), but both affairs ran their course and petered out. I had been celibate for about a year, a fate to which I had grown eerily accustomed. Life had grown easy, without worrying about the sexual chase. Without those gnawing relationship worries, I could focus on studying, writing, and teaching. But that was the rub: when I wasn't looking the teaching reached up and bit me in the ass. Or maybe it was really a spanking. I don't know. Whatever it was, I liked it – and I had Jessica to blame.

Jessica: my 18-year old college cutie, my wayward nymph, and my very own special super-slut. She was the kind of sexual diva that I could not have suspected that I would ever carnally know. She was a fantasy made real by a simple grade negotiation; she would suck my cock and I would give her a good grade. Done and done. But the real conundrum was that she didn't leave. Instead, she brought me over to her dorm room and demanded that I fuck her again. And then fuck her roommate. And a couple of days later fuck some mystery friend too. Somehow, along the way, I also got a random hand job and screwed my Ph.D. advisor in her office. Life was certainly strange, but pretty darn wonderful too.

So there I lay in bed, thinking about Jessica and my new found access to pussy. Tomorrow I had several classes, one of which was with Dr. Jen Endicott, my Ph.D. advisor. That encounter would probably be a little awkward, considering how she demanded Saturday evening that I skull-fuck her with my cock. I am not sure if her thoughts on feminist criticism in class tomorrow would ring as true as usual. The question that was really eating at me, though, was the identity of the woman I had fucked earlier in the evening. 

After Jessica took the ridiculous hat / blindfold off my head, she told me that she needed to go. We came together for a single, lingering kiss that melted me inside. I asked her to spend the night with me, but she begged off citing that she had important rush activities that needed her attention. So we parted ways. I went home, did some mindless preparations for my classes the next day, and went to bed. And there I lay with my thoughts. 

Slowly my eyelids grew heavier and I drifted off to an uneasy world of dreams. It was one of those nights where my sleep time was a series of flashes, each jarring and vivid in their own way. Images of naked female flesh circulated through my dream vision, causing me to wake up in sweats. When finally I fell asleep for good, the alarm rang. I was not ready to face a new day. I was exhausted from the fleeting ephemera of luxurious sex that had romped seductively through my mind.

After my morning routine, I went up to my office. The crisp morning air was revitalizing. I opened the window, and slowly the lingering after-shocks of the night began to recede. I examined my planner and got ready for the three classes I had to attend that day. 

With ten minutes to spare, I heard a light rap on the door. I turned around and saw my fellow grad student – and friend – Sarah. She had been nice enough to cover my classes the day before. Sarah was wearing a ribbed, magenta shirt and tight black dress pants. She looked a little taller than usual, at about 5'8," because of the high-heeled, black leather boots she was sporting (I remember Sarah bragging that she got them for a steal on Ebay a few weeks ago). A new-agey, crystal, astrology necklace dangled from her neck, weighing down and defining a cleft between her spectacular breasts. Her black, horn-rimmed glasses gave her an ultra-cute, Lisa Loeb kind of look. Her feathered, chestnut hair capped off an amazing look. It was not hard to tell that Sarah was smart, sexy, and very well put together.

"Hey dude, you ready for class?" I have never figured out Sarah's idiom. For some reason she calls everyone dude, and when she does her voice takes on a comical deep, pseudo-surfer tone. Strangely enough, she grew up in Ohio. 

"Yeah, Sarah. Let me just pack everything up. I don't know how I can mess up my desk so quickly. How are you doing?

"Pretty good. Life's busy, but when isn't it? We have those papers that are coming due. I'm pretty far along, but it would be great to have some more time to procrastinate. How 'bout you, dude? Did you get the work done you needed to yesterday? You sounded like you were on quite a roll."

I smiled and answered, "Yeah I did. Thanks for the help. It was nice to have the entire day yesterday to focus on Stephano's paper. Did my classes give you any trouble, yesterday?" 

When I spoke them, my words were completely innocent. I wasn't thinking about the phone conversation that had taken place between Jessica and I last night. As soon as I said them, though, Sarah's face broke into a deep scarlet blush – and then I remembered. "What?" I said, my voice dripping with false sincerity. 

Sarah looked around and poked her head outside in the hallway. She looked left then right, and didn't spy anyone. Not taking any chances, though, she entered the room and closed my office door. She then sat down and scrutinized my face. It was clear that she wasn't sure if she could trust me. I just stared blankly and signaled that she should start talking. 

Her mouth opened twice before any sound came out. But then she whispered conspiratorially, "Dude, one of your students flashed me yesterday!"

I decided to play dumb. "What?! Who was he? We need to report him immediately."

"Ummmmn, no," Sarah said looking a little green. "It was a girl."

"Huh?" 

"Yeah. She sat in the back row. Blonde, all-American type. She and her friend were wearing matching skirts and tank tops. She was practically spilling out of her shirt. Anyway, she had been looking at me strangely all class. I was up there, behind the podium, describing the visualization step when looked right at me and spread her legs. It was like that Sharon Stone scene from Basic Instinct. And she wasn't wearing any underwear at all!"

"Really?" I gasped. 

"No shit, dude!" Sarah exclaimed, getting caught up in the moment. "She was right there looking at me dead-on with her puss all spread open. It was like she was daring me to stare right back at her."

"So did you?"

Sarah got all red again before she answered, "For a moment, and then I forgot where I was. It's like everything just broke down. So, I let class go a little early. Sorry about that."

I smiled and then responded, "Damn! That sounds like you just described Jessica something. I forget her last name. Wow! Why did I choose to skip teaching my class yesterday? It figures, you get all the luck. You get to ogle a girl's crotch and I get to write a paper. Where's the justice?"

Sarah reached over and lightly punched me on the arm. "Jerk. You aren't supposed to want to see them naked. They're your students. They're your responsibility. Besides, they're just eighteen."

"I suppose," I said, with what must have been a big, sheepish grin on my face. I could picture the moment perfectly. It played out in my head: Sarah would be teaching, Jessica opened her legs, and Sarah got a first-class view of Jessica's shaven, little coochie. "So, did you like her shave job?"

"Shave job? I didn't say anything...." Sarah's voice trailed off as I realized that I had given myself away. Instead, she looked at me, staring into my eyes rather intensely. I could feel the heat of her look boring into me, searching for what I knew. Sarah spoke again, "You've seen her before, haven't you? This wasn't the first time that wench showed herself off, was it?"

Now I was on the defensive. I had to think fast. How much did I want Sarah to know? Could I trust her with my secret? Should I try to make this a voyeur / exhibitionist thing, or should I give her the full scoop? There were no easy answers here. I wanted to gain Sarah's trust. I didn't want her to think I was some sketchy perv that molested his students. On the other hand, I didn't want her to read me and know I was lying – a truly dangerous possibility if Sarah were to get self-righteous with me. She could then get even angrier. But was that possible?

"No Sarah, it wasn't," I confessed. "I've seen her too. She's done the same thing to me in class as well. I guess she likes showing off"

Sarah was really looking at me, holding my eye contact. Every word she spoke, she chose with careful consideration, "Is that all? Is there anymore? Did anything else happen? You can get in major trouble for this stuff."

I responded with more intensity than I had intended to, "Jesus, Sarah don't you think I know that? This is huge, absolutely huge! This is my life here, and it could all go South in an instant. Whether I did or didn't do anything is irrelevant – the mere allegation of impropriety is enough to get me tossed out of here." The words were coming like a torrent. I had been thinking them for so long, that I couldn't stop them once they started. "My grades don't matter, my evals don't matter, nothing matters if this gets out. Please don't say anything."

"But did you do anything?"

"Do you really want to know the answer?" I looked at Sarah, searching her face for understanding. "Will it make any difference?"

"To me it will. Can you talk to me? Look, I am your friend. I understand and I won't judge. You need to say it, and you can trust me. Did anything happen between you and Jessica?"

Everything was very still. I could hear the hum of the florescent lights as I searched my brain for the proper words.

"Yes. Jessica and I have had," I gulped as I completed the sentence, "sex. It started a few weeks ago and has happened a few times since then. It wasn't something I sought out, and it was not something I looked for from other students." It was probably best to keep all of my other extra-curriculars on the down-low. 

Sarah's mouth hung open in shock. Clearly, she had not expected me to answer as I did. Sarah shifted in her chair, stood up, and went to the door. She spoke as she opened it. "Ummm, gee. Thanks for being so candid. I got to go get my books. We are late for class." With that she turned on her heels, and practically ran down the corridor.

Shit! That was dumb. Why did I open my mouth? 

My first two classes were pretty typical. Professor Ferguson spent the time sidetracked by useless minutia, while Professor Stephano worked his way through a dizzying array of pre-made overhead transparencies. Sarah, who normally sat next to me in Ferguson's class, instead took a seat at the opposite end of the room. Every time I tried to make eye contact she looked away and buried her head in her notes. Damn! At the end of class Sarah bolted out the door, before I had even gathered my things together. Clearly, Sarah did not take the news well. I had no idea how to handle this time bomb situation

After my two classes, I needed a little air. I headed outside to the quad, and parked myself at a bench under a tree. The chill air had shaken off most of the leaves, but somehow it felt more comforting – sheltering – to sit under the tree's sprawling branches. I opened a book and pulled out a highlighter, but I knew reading was going to be impossible. My mind was still reeling from the conversation with Sarah and of all of its future implications. 

But another thought was creeping into my mind, playing itself out. From my vantage I could look out over the quad. A constant stream of students – coeds! – passed in front of me. They walked, bundled against the brisk air, from building to building unaware of my lingering eye. I covertly started, gazing at each one, trying to discern the mystery of their identity. Which one was it? Had I seen her yet today? Where was she? Which one had I known intimately – carnally? Who had held me in her mouth, sucking my bulbous head with delight? Which of these delectable teens had pulled aside her panties and squatted on my cock? Whose pussy had been wrapped around my cock? Who had moaned as I shot cum up inside of her twitching cunt? Everywhere I looked I saw question marks, possibilities of what may have been. While Jessica was right (the mystery was a definite turn-on), the lack of knowledge was also a devious form of torture. But what exquisite torture! 

How pathetic I am! I might be busted beyond all repair, and yet all I could think about was my sexual conquests. Damn, I had to get out of this pussy haze. I needed to get going, though. I had frittered my time away staring at the undulating mass of college women crossing the quad. Now I needed to go to class. This time, though, Professor Jen Endicott was the course instructor.

I walked into the classroom and coolly plopped down in my usual seat. While I tried not to notice, Jen looked absolutely amazing today. She was wearing a gray skirt, cut just above the knee, and a turtleneck, black sweater. A thin, gold necklace accented the dark colors perfectly. When she saw me sitting down, she smiled. It was warm, open, and inviting – but absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. I smiled back, broke eye contact, and shuffled through my notes. This would be easy, she had let our congress go. 

Jen launched into her lecture on post-modern feminism. As usual, she was completely captivating. I thought, not for the first time, this is why I am in grad school – to learn from teachers like this. I picked up my pen and started writing. My notes quickly filled the page, and all too soon she dismissed the class. 

I picked up my stuff, and piled everything into my attaché case. I was nearly out the door when I heard Jen say, "Could you hold up just a minute? I was going over some things for your dissertation and I would like to talk to you about them? Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure, I can talk."

"Good, let's head up to my office."

Together we walked out of the classroom, down the hall, and up a flight of stairs. She walked ahead of me, giving me a great view of her ass. It was toned, rounded, and firm beneath her silky gray skirt. I wanted to reach out, grab it, and perhaps bury my face in it. I would love to spend hours sucking at her beautiful little starfish, her luscious, puckered asshole. It was surely musky and delicious. Those thoughts needed to be banished, however, because this sounded purely like a business meeting. Besides, who knows who might be watching. 

We got to Jen's door, which she unlocked with her key. Swinging it open, she ushered me inside. From there, she quickly closed the door again and said to me in a low whisper, "God, I want to fuck you." What a change! She had transformed from business-like professor to seductively, horny vixen in a matter of seconds. 

She raised up her skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband of a pair of black, t-backed panties. Wiggling her fingers around, she gave me a smoky look and said, "Do you like these? Would you like to taste them?" I nodded, dumbly. Jen cupped her pussy, rubbing her snatch against the silky material. A dark spot of moisture formed at her crotch. Satisfied with the results, Jen slowly pulled the sheer panties down her smooth, slender legs and then stepped out of them. Jen turned around and bent over at the waist. The lovely, swollen folds of her pussy were there for my inspection and gaze. A glint of moisture beckoned me to take in her delectable pink hole. I couldn't wait to bury my cock into that gorgeous cunt. Jen picked her panties up off the floor and crumpled them into ball. She lewdly grinned as she caught my eyes lingering at her sex. She rubbed her undergarments over her pussy one more, saturating them with her cunt-juice. I could smell them - her musk was potent – as she held them up to my face. "Open wide," she said before stuffing her underwear into my mouth. 

Jen pushed me against a wall, and began to peck at my neck with rabid kisses. We were both feverish with lust. She was pressed against me, grinding my body to hers. I could taste her delicious arousal on the makeshift gag she had made with her panties. It was potent and sweet; I knew that I would soon have to go back and drink her juice directly from the source. But later. One of her hands reached around and groped my ass. Her other hand hungrily dug into my crotch. She grabbed the length of my dick through my jeans and slid her fingers downward. "Mmmmmm, I love cock," Jen moaned as she traced the shaft and authoritatively cupped my balls. My own hands were not idle. I pulled her to me, and smacked her lightly on the butt. She squealed girlishly, got down on her knees, and then unzipped my fly.

Jen reached inside my pants and pulled out my cock, as she said, "I want to suck you. I want to feel your throbbing man meat at the back of my throat. Your cock is so yummy, so good." It was not yet hard, but with words like that I knew things would soon change. My professor would see to that. I was completely exposed. My dick was protruding from my pants, dangling slightly from the hole of my zipper. Jen's gripped my dick firmly by the hilt and brought it toward her waiting mouth. She was clearly not in the mood for play; instead, she threw herself on my pole, gobbling down my throbbing meat with zeal. She took me as deeply as she could. My raging dong pummeled the back of her throat. I could hear her gag and then gasp for air. My dick was now shiny with her spit. Her tongue swirled round the head of the tip, twirling the long strands of spittle draining onto my cock. She slurped, nibbled, and licked, inhaling my length in slutty fervor.

I marveled at what seemed to be Jen's deep-seated love for rough blowjobs. I couldn't believe that fifteen minutes ago she had been on a furious rant about the male patriarchy and its dominance over women. Now she was on her knees worshipping my male organ, like a fucking whore. Her head bobbed back and forth sending trails of saliva flying. Her mouth formed a surrogate cunt for my cock to fuck, but she was doing the fucking. I simply stood there, hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair, as she kept throwing herself onto my dick. 

I was now rock hard, my erection throbbing. She pulled me from her mouth and gave me a final lick. Jen stood up, grabbed me by the collar, and threw me onto her swiveling, office chair. I am sure that I looked ridiculous with my dork sticking rigidly up from my jeans, a dopey smile on my face, and a pair of black panties dangling from my mouth. No matter. My professor hiked up her skirt and let it bunch at the waist. From there she squatted down and straddled me. Her hand reached into my lap and lined my cock with her cunt. She was wet - soaking; I could feel the moisture on her soft outer lips coating the tip of my cock. 

Jen looked at me, piercing me with her brilliant eyes, and moaned softly, "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you hard and fast and you are going to cum inside me. You are going to fill my hot, wet pussy with your sticky cum." Jen thrust herself down onto my length. I was encased in her warm, pink, hole. Once again, I was inside my professor. I had not intended for this to happen again, but somehow it did. My professor was sitting on my lap, with my cock buried deep in her snatch. 




Oral Exam Ch. 06



Jen began to move. The first few thrusts were tentative, but Jen quickly began to pick up speed. This was not going to be a long, sensuous fuck. Rather, I could feel her tension mounting, her building desire. She was coming on hard and fast, bouncing up and down on my dick. I could hear the naughty slap of skin on skin. Jen was riding me, moving her hips forward and back, for all she was worth. She was a demon unleashed, a succubus demanding my cum.

I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to bang her. I grabbed Jen around the waist, pulling her towards me. I stood up, holding her, still connected by where our cock and pussy were joined. I was standing, holding her in the air, her legs wrapped around my ass. She was mounted on my cock, bouncing up and down in the air. Her face was contorted into a mask of desire. A whispering tumult of, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck," spilled from her lips. Still driving into her, I lowered my Professor down to the floor. When her supple ass hit the cold tile, I again drove my cock inside of her – bottoming out. A lewd squelching sound erupted from her cunt. She groaned as I raised her feet up in the air. I grabbed hold of high-heeled shoes, and pummeled her juicy, pink pussy. I needed this, to take control. I had to go at her with a rage, to fuck her senseless - until she couldn't remember her name. I looked down, as I slammed into her. My dissertation advisor was splayed open before me, spread wide for the remainder of this fuck. Jen moaned. Shit! We were inside her office, and the walls weren't very thick. I needed to do something. Someone outside could hear our rutting. While buried inside of her, I reached down and covered her mouth with my hand. Jen looked up at me, teeth clenched. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She was obviously cumming, but trying to hold the sound in. I could see her body contort in pleasure. Jen thrust her legs ramrod straight in the air, as her muscles tightened. Her pussy twitched and spasmed around my rock-hard cock. She was so obscenely beautiful.

Jen's orgasm coaxed me into mine. I couldn't hold out. I needed to cum. With one final heave, I jammed my dick deep into her fiery snatch. I fell on top of her, twitching. She reached around me, holding me close. The sweater she wearing pressed hotly against my chest. Her long muscular legs were wrapped around my ass, pulling me deeper inside of her velvet fuck-hole. I felt the sudden spasm and release as I spurt my cum into her womb. Jet after jet of steaming jizz fired inside of my Professor's sweet, wanton pussy. We held each other for a long moment, sweat co-mingling, our breath falling back to normal. She looked so lovely, lying beneath me on the dirty, tile floor. I caressed her face and spit the panty gag from my mouth. Then I leaned in to kiss her. Jen flinched and quickly moved her lips away from mine. She spoke with cold authority, "Stop. No. I won't do that."

I was stunned. My dick, though softening, was still inside of her. She'd sucked my cock; we had fucked furiously. It didn't seem like there were any acts that were too primal, raunchy, or lewd for us to perform together. But she balked at the possibility of a kiss?! I am sure my face scrunched in confusion. "Why?" 

Jen took a breath and spoke, "Listen, I love fucking you. You feel so incredible inside of me. I would like to do it again. But I don't want this to go too far. I have other things to consider." With a sudden movement she rolled out from underneath me. I flipped over and spilled onto my back. The cold floor was jarring. It reminded me of where I was, and whom I was with. The confusion I felt was certainly one of the natural consequences. 

Jen stood up and smoothed her skirt. She looked a little disheveled, but a few minutes in the bathroom would do wonders. Assuming no one heard us, our affair – our torrid, deviant, student / professor fuck – would remain a secret. I stood up and silently put on my clothes. The room felt heavy, with the meaning I wanted to ascribe to the event. Was this just a fuck? Is that even possible? I smiled at her and she smiled back. I gave her a hug, before opening the door and stepping into the hallway. 

We never did discuss my dissertation. 

A few minutes later I found myself back in my office. It was about 1:30 p.m. While I wanted to get home to my computer, I had to wait out my office hours. I wouldn't be done for awhile. Students never come by except when some major project is about to come due. Today was an in-betweener; nothing would be due for awhile. My office hours were sure to be pretty desolate. If I left though, I knew someone would stop in to talk to me. Life always seems to work that way. So I committed to the boredom, and stayed. 

I cracked my books and started reading. I had opened the window a smidge, to let in the brisk winter air. It was invigorating. Fucking my professor had worn me out, but I could slowly sense my energy coming back. The texts I was reading held my attention for a little while. Soon, however, my gazed wandered from my books to the window. From my view, I could see it all. I was the watcher above everything. And I knew that she was down there somewhere. That girl, that girl I had fucked. The slut with the tongue piercing. The mystery woman who rode my cock, but remained nameless. The coed with whom I had done one of the most intimate things possible – I had cum inside of her tight, teenage cunt.

Who was it? The one with the red scarf? The coed bundled in a green parka? How about the woman in the jean jacket, eating a banana? I wish; she had skills. But I couldn't know. Would I ever know? I realized that these thoughts were becoming an obsession. It scared me knowing how much I enjoyed them.

Several hours had passed when a light knock at my door shook me from my studying / fantasizing. I heard a soft, feminine voice, "Professor, do you mind if I come in?"

I looked up. A tall, thin brunette stood in my doorway, gazing at me with liquid green eyes. She was wearing low-riding jeans that accentuated her rounded hips and high, tight ass. Her thin, pink sweater didn't completely cover her lean stomach. I could see the shape of her pubic bone rising above the denim. Her skin was tanned a deep bronze. Clearly, she was a salon beauty. A whiff color was also visible, as her hot pink panties crept above the frayed top of her jeans. Her teen breasts were smallish - but perky – a definite handful. She stared at me with a knowing, mischievous smirk. It took me a moment to realize that I knew her. Then I smiled back.

"C'mon, on in Taryn," I said turning my chair toward the door. I had met Taryn about a week or two ago in a single chance encounter. It had been late at night in the bathroom in Jessica's dorm. Earlier that evening, Taryn had heard me fucking Jessica and her roommate Shannon. Taryn was so turned on that she had to take advantage of the situation. While we didn't have sex, I did walk away from that meeting the proud recipient of a soapy, Grade A hand job. "What can I do for you?"

"What can I do for you? Is that how you are going to greet me, Professor? I know you have a lot going on, keeping all those women satisfied and all, but I would think you would be a little happier to see me. I mean, I don't just give every guy I meet a helping hand."

I blushed. She smiled and kept on talking, "I haven't seen you in a little while, and that makes me sad. I thought you were going to visit me?"

I stuttered for a moment before speaking, "I didn't realize you were serious. I really enjoyed myself. You seem like a great girl. I just thought that was a one-time deal."

"You thought wrong. I gave you my room number. I've been waiting. Nothing happened, so I decided to track you down myself."

"How industrious of you. You certainly look great."

"Thank you, Professor. Do you mind if I close the door?" I thought about it for a moment. I knew where this was probably going to lead. Would Jessica mind me fucking another of one of her friends? Get real. Jessica would only be cross if I didn't screw one of her friends. I chuckled, before I shook my head "no." Taryn flashed me a winning smile and kicked the door closed. I heard the soft click of the lock, and a sense of excitement rippled through me. We were alone. 

Not knowing what to say in this rather bizarre situation, I decided a complement would be best. After all, I have found that one can never go wrong by complementing a woman, "Taryn, you look absolutely stunning."

"I bet you say that to all the women who are about to suck you off," Taryn quipped back. " I have been wanting that dick of yours since that night when I wrapped my fingers around it in the bathroom. It was so thick and juicy. It looked so yummy. And those nasty sluts Jessica and Shannon will not shut up about sucking and fucking you. Every time I see them they just go on and on about your cock. I must have it, professor. I need to see if it tastes as good as they say it does."

I leaned back in my chair, reached down, and unzipped my jeans. I reached inside and pulled out my dick. At the moment it was soft, but I didn't expect it to stay that way for long. I looked Taryn in the eye and said, "If you want to do suck it, Taryn, go ahead. All you have to do is take off your top. Then you need to ask very, very nicely to put my cock in your mouth." 

Taryn curtsied, like a belle at a ball, and then took off her sweater. She threw it carelessly on the floor next to my desk. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her teen tits bounced into view completely unfettered. They were beautifully rounded, with puffy pink nipples. The one on the left had a tiny barbell piercing. Her tits looked oh, so suckable. I couldn't wait to get my dick between them for a good titty-fuck. Obviously pleased with herself, Taryn said in a pleading, little girl voice, "Please Professor. Let me put your dick in my mouth. I wanna suck it. I gotta taste you. Please let me give you a sloppy, wet blowjob." 

I leaned back in my chair, grinned, and beckoned Taryn forward. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled towards me. It just took moment, but it seemed to stretch on forever. This sexy teen was coming for my cock. She was begging for it, craving it. She had sought me out, and best as I could tell there was no other motives than a wanton desire for my cock. Taryn was now before me, looking up at me with at me with fierce desire. Her hands wrapped around my ankles, and ran up the inside of my pants legs. Her face edged closer to my organ. I could feel her warm breath. Taryn looked up me and said a single word, "Pleeeeeeeease?"

I reached down, took hold of my dick, and smacked her with it on the nose. She giggled, "Do it again." So I did, and then tapped her two more times on the cheek. She dodged a third blow, and responded by giving my dick a playful lick. "Take that, Professor. If you don't stop hitting me with your cock, I am going to have to lick you." I already knew that I was bad boy, so – what the hell? Once again she got my cock to the face.

Now I had to be properly punished. Taryn captured the tip of my dick with her moist lips. Her head bobbed once, wetting the top third of my shaft. Her tongue then began to work overtime, licking the glands underneath my head. Jolts of pleasure rocketed through me as my dick swelled in her mouth. Taryn's lips stayed stationary as her tongue swirled around me. 

"Yeah, suck that cock! Are you a good little slut? You bet you are, you suck my cock so fuckin' good" I moaned. Taryn continued to work her magic. I could tell she was pleased with the filthy torrent of words spewing from my mouth. She was looking at me and smiling as she held ran her tongue along the bottom side of my cock. 

She began to move her head, taking me further into her mouth. The blowjob was now being conducted in earnest. Taryn had fallen into a rhythm, a staccato pattern of inhales and exhales. She was a cocksucking machine, working my meat with gusto; at least she was until someone outside the office door, jingled a key in the lock. Taryn spit out my cock and looked at me with fear. I wildly gestured for her to crawl under my desk. With cat-like speed, she bolted underneath. Just as the door opened, Taryn's hand snaked out into the room to grab her pink sweater. I, on the other hand, rolled my chair against the desk and began to scrutinize the notes that were in front of me. As long as I didn't move, my cock, which was exposed and dangling from my pants, would be blocked from sight. On the surface, all evidence of our tryst was gone. She was hidden from view, and I was hunched studiously over the desk. 

Enter Cindy, a blonde spitfire of a Southern belle. She was my office mate, and occasional drinking buddy. I hadn't seen her much this semester, since we had been running on very opposite schedules. She was petite, at about 5'0', with monster tits that seemed way too big for her tiny frame, and a cute face that was always smiling. She certainly was a beauty, but I never pursued her. Cindy had long distance relationship with a guy who lived in who lived in Savannah, GA. While I knew the distance frustrated her, they seemed like a pretty serious couple. I had met Zach once before, and he was nice enough – despite being more that fifteen years her senior. 

"Hey stranger, long time no see," Cindy said as she set down her bags and books. "It has been awhile. How are you doin'?"

I needed to focus to keep up the conversation. "Good. Yeah, I agree it has been too long. What are you up to?"

"Not much. Johnson is being a major pain in my ass right now. His paper is crushing me. It's due in the next few days and I have no idea what I am doing with it yet."

"That sucks. I feel for you. I had him last semester, and it was absolutely terrible. Never again, I tell you," I said, trying my best to make conversation. It was pretty hard to do with a sexy, half-naked, college coed between my legs and under my desk. 

"Yeah, I remember you talking about him. I should have listened, but he was the only one offering the last of my required courses this semester. I need to get back to studying, but I wanted to grab a few things before I headed home," Cindy said while shuffling her papers. "It's getting busy again for you too, eh?"

"Yeah, I have been practically living in front of my computer at home, and I think all this Postmodern crap is making me nuts. Too many papers, too much reading. It is all coming due." 

Cindy nodded her head in absent-minded agreement and went back to rifling through a stack of papers on her desk. I bent over my own notes again in an attempt to look studious – and I felt a soft, wet, tongue circle the end of my cock. It was a tentative flick, but certainly enough to get my attention. Taryn was feeling frisky. I jumped a little, and Cindy looked at me with amused surprise. She asked me if I was fine, to which I dumbly nodded. Thankfully, Cindy bought it. Without much thought she went back to whatever she was doing. And I felt Taryn's tongue slide wetly from the tip of my cock down to my balls. 

I couldn't do anything; my desk held me captive. Taryn, the topless teenager, had me completely me at her mercy. I felt her tongue bathing me with spit, caressing my balls in a wet massage. It was slow and sensual, as she traced and rolled each one in and out of her mouth. My cock, which had softened from fear, was now gaining a new confidence, life, and vitality. I was turgid with arousal, as she gently nursed on my shaft. This was a very different kind of blowjob. With Jessica, Shannon, Jen, and the Mystery Woman it had been all about the push to orgasm, a semi-violent skull fucking of a bestial nature. Taryn's cocksucking technique was slow and methodical. She found every ounce of pleasure possible, and coaxed it – slowly, gently, and insistently – out of my engorged genitals. Time drew out, beyond all previous limits. For Taryn, it was all in the details, nothing needed to be rushed. She worked her devilish magic, and Cindy sat there, at her desk, unaware through it all. 

I needed to cum. I could feel it building in my groin, but I was powerless to anything but let it flow. Cindy casually looked at me and said, "Do you wanna go out this weekend? Maybe grab a few drinks?"

I couldn't think. Drinks, what were drinks? Think. Focus! - and not on the blowjob. "Ummm, yeah. Sure. That would be great," I croaked. Cindy looked at me and curiously raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, I think I'm coming down with something."

Whatever, Cindy seemed to buy my lies. She turned away to stuff papers into her bag. I took full and deliberate advantage of this respite from her gaze to unload my dick. The relief was indescribable. White, viscous cum shot from my dick and hit the back of Taryn's throat. Spurt upon spurt was unleashed upon her. At first, she had no choice but to swallow. That strategy didn't work completely, though. There was just too much cum. Taryn gagged softly and I could feel some of my chowder dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. 

I looked over at Cindy to see that she was eyeing me strangely. She coughed nervously, picked up her bag, and said, "Take care. Don't study too hard. Too much can be overwhelming. Especially when you are packing such a heavy load. We'll have to get those drinks soon. I think we both can use then." She then rushed out the door and practically ran down the hall. 

I rolled back the chair and looked down. There was Taryn, her face aglow, smiling up from my lap. Boy was she a mess! Cum was everywhere; her face was plastered with it. Ropes of spooge dangled from her forehead and chin. She looked at me and grinned naughtily, "Gee professor, that was hot. I loved it when you shot your spunk down my throat and all over your face. I felt like such a total cum slut. A dirty fuckin' girl." 

I grinned wickedly, "You are Taryn. You're a filthy, teen slut with a taste for strange cock. And that is a good thing."

"I know, professor. I'm fine with it. We're cool. But now the real question is, wanna fuck?"



Oral Exam Ch. 07



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler and Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first six stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Taryn wailed. I pummeled her from behind, banging the shit out of her little pussy. She was screaming filthy directives at me at full tilt, and I didn't care. Fuck the department! At the moment, I didn't give a shit who heard the sounds of our congress. Consequences, be damned! At this moment I only cared about the fuck! The words, the moans, the grunts were an indivisible part of that. Take them away and everything would be morphed into a vanilla shadow of the current truth. Taryn's words were the ultimate aphrodisiac. "Ram me. Ram ME! C'mon you goddamn bastard. Make me your fuckin' whore. Do you like my twat, my tasty little twat? Then fuck it like you mean it, Professor." 

I am not sure where this version of Taryn came from, but I was sure enjoying it. Until now she had been a playful, little nympho, a delectable little tart that liked to tease and toy with my cock. And that was great. The world could always use more women like that. When I bent her over the desk, however, she became a changed and wanton woman. She moaned, writhed, and called out a string of obscenities that would make any civilized person faint. I guess I wasn't civilized. Instead, I fucked her – deep and hard -, as she demanded.

I stood behind Taryn, my cock thrusting away at her juicy, pink hole. Her teen pussy was so warm and tight, a snug satin glove clutching my dick. I felt that strange sensation a male can only get from fucking a pussy: total comfort and electric excitement wrapped up in a single erotic moment. Taryn was deliciously naked before me. I eyed her long, lithe body lying face down on my desk. Her eyes were wide-open in a feral, bestial state. She appeared delirious, and unaware of anything but the fuck. The fact that her head rested on my open, highlighted copy of Foucault's Discipline and Punish seemed strangely appropriate. Taryn's hand was underneath her, playing with her clit, strumming away at her crotch. Her fingers were a blur, as she jacked herself off. The quest for her orgasm would not be difficult. 

Taryn's breaths were coming in ragged gasps, as she launched into her third orgasm of the evening. The first one seized her at the approximate moment I had inserted my dick into her pussy. She was that horny! The second occurred several minutes later, as we were still rutting, doggie-style, on my desk. It had been several minutes since number two. Since then, she had gone through several minor tremors and ripples. Now, though, it seemed that she was about to be hit by another biggie. Until now I hadn't felt in danger of cumming myself. Sure, Taryn felt great – her pussy was so juicy and tight – but I had already cum two other times that day. The first had been on the cold, tile floor of my dissertation advisor's office. My professor and I had clawed at each other, as I shot my load deep into her cunt. The second time had been with Taryn. She had given me a long, teasing blowjob that quickly took me to a zone of complete, lustful pleasure. The excitement became excruciating when my officemate, Cindy, came by to pick up her books. Taryn, who was hiding under my desk, played the dirty girl – the cheap slut. She took my cock into her mouth, as Cindy sat just a few feet away, oblivious. Cindy never saw Taryn on her knees, worshipping my turgid cock from under the desk. After Cindy left I couldn't take the delicious torture, so I painted Taryn's throat and face with ropes of my spunk. 

Taryn looked so radiant beneath me, impaled on my cock. I drove into her again and again, pounding her cunt to a juicy froth. Her pussy was so slick and slippery. It was a warm vice that snuggly held my cock. The slapping of skin on skin was deeply erotic. It pushed me further, driving me harder into her steamy depths. Despite the open window, the office stank of sex. Her arousal filled my nose and made my eyes water. I could taste the tang of pussy on the air. If someone were to come in, it would be over. There would be no denying that I was fucking Taryn, a student, on top of my school-issued desk. 

Her taut, athletic body twitched. "Uh, uh, unh. Oh god! UNH!!!" she gasped. I reached down and grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers into her skin, mauling and groping Taryn's lean flesh with unbridled desire. I spanked her with my open palm. Thwack! She moaned for more. I brought my hand down three more times, reddening the muscular cheeks of her ass. Her orgasm took control as a guttural groan that escaped from her parted lips. The moan was low and lewd. Her hips bucked against me, rotating in a distorted spherical pattern. 

That was all the motivation I needed. Taryn's orgasm pushed me to mine. I ran my hand up her supple back. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Reaching the top of her neck, I slid my fingers up through her tousled, chestnut hair. I closed them, balling her hair in my fist, and then pulled tight. Flexing my arm, I pulled Taryn up and brought her to me. Groaning, Taryn's face turned to mine. Her eyes were glassy and encrusted with a fog of lust. Our lips locked, heatedly. Our hunger drove both of us into the other, forcing our tongues into a timeless duel. My arm wrapped around her, holding her close while enabling me to stroke her firm, teenage breasts. Her nipples stood alert and rock hard, against my searching, tweaking fingers. We were standing now, her hands still bracing her sweat-covered body against my desk. My cock drove into her from an upward angle. We were now engaged – full throttle – in a furious, standing fuck. "Oh God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh fuck" Taryn dully moaned. With every thrust my engorged cock, she gasped and rose up on her toes. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her hair violently. At first the movement of our union was fluid, but soon my hips began to buck awkwardly in a spasmodic and jerky motion. I couldn't think; all rational or intellectual thought fled my brain. There was only the sexy woman and her even sexier cunt that I was fucking. No more! Streams of cum issued forth from my dick, flooding her pussy. The tension drained from my body, as I ground my cock into her with a final shaky thrust. Life was certainly good. 

For a moment the world went black. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I lay on top of Taryn, my weight bearing down on her. We both were still gasping from the fuck, trying to find our base line of breath. My head was buried in her hair. A scent of sweet, raspberry shampoo co-mingled with the acrid scent of sweat. I gently kissed her ear, licking and sucking on her earlobes. I felt calm, peaceful, at ease. I had given her everything I could. The fuck took everything out of me. Afterward, there was only pure, tired bliss.

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It was now dark outside. Taryn had left my office a few minutes earlier. While I would have liked to engage in more post-coital cuddling, my office was not the best (or most comfortable) place for that sort of thing. We had made quite a mess. Several books, papers, and pens had been thrown haphazardly to the floor. A mixed pool of our cum puddled on the desk. I wiped it up, while thinking of the last few minutes Taryn and I spent together. 

She had said, still bent over the desk with my weight pressing down on her, "Whoa! That was incredible." I could tell that she was still recovering. She wiped away the sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice was low and breathy, from our previous exertion. "Damn! You can do that whenever you want, Professor. You have an open invitation to visit my dorm room."

I chuckled and rose off of her. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and in doing so I uncorked the mixed flow of our juices. It ran freely from her pussy onto my desk. I stood up straight and stretched. Another beautiful girl, freshly fucked by yours truly, was bent over my grad student desk. Where were these crazy coeds when I was in my under-grad years? I guess they were busy fucking their instructors. Whatever. It was my turn now. 

"I agree, Taryn. That was absolutely amazing. I am not sure quite where that came from. When I got inside of you everything unleashed. You looked so beautiful lying there beneath me, waiting for me to take you. I just couldn't hold back. You were very hot, and I wanted you so desperately."

Taryn stood up off the desk. Flaky, white cum was still encrusted on her face. She said, "You know Professor – I hear, from a nameless source, you like being called that – I am not totally sure where that came from, either. I know I loved blowing you. You cock felt so good in my mouth. It was even hotter when we were almost caught. While under your desk, I couldn't control myself. I knew I shouldn't, but your cock was dangling just a few inches from my face. How could I resist? I felt so naughty slurping on it while you were talking to your friend. I couldn't hold back, either. I had to play with myself while sucking you off. I was totally jilling-off under your desk. Did you know that? I even came once from my fingers rubbing against my clit. It took everything I had not to moan. I was so turned on. I could only suck your cock harder to keep from making a sound."

She blushed. I couldn't believe it; this sexy college coed was embarrassed. I took her in another time, really appreciating her naked, teenage beauty. She was so cute. I had to have her one more time, but in a different way. I moved close to her and kissed her full on the lips. I held her to me for a moment and then slid my hands to her hips. I picked Taryn up by the waist and set her back down on my desk. Her legs wrapped around me, and we continued to kiss. I must have set her down in the puddle, since she squealed, "Ooh that's cold. And slimy." I smiled and apologized. Taryn looked at me and said, "You don't ever have to apologize, after the amazing fucking that you just gave me." 

I leaned in to take her left breast into my mouth. It was so firm and soft; there's nothing quite like teenage tits. I circled her nipple with my tongue, and then bit it gently. Her tits seemed to be very sensitive. I could stay like this all day, but I had something else I needed to do – desperately. "Fair 'nough," I said, "But the same goes for you too. No apologies, ever. I hope it is ok, Taryn, but I must have you one more time. I have been derelict in professorial duties. Now spread your legs."

Taryn did, while biting her lip. She was adorable.

I spoke again; "There is something that I absolutely must do. I can't believe that I haven't done it already."

"Oh?" Taryn queried, cocking one eyebrow. She looked strangely pure, despite having her well-screwed cunt splayed open before me, "What is that, you dirty, dirty, filthy boy?"

Taryn was so cute. She was a seductive mixture of teen innocence, coed playfulness, and slut horniness. She played each role at the same time with unaware virtuosity. The roles floated in and out, making every moment with her real, unpredictable, and original. I carefully studied her face for a moment and whispered, "This." I placed my discarded jeans beneath me and kneeled on the tile floor. My face was level with Taryn's freshly fucked, teen pussy. She was shaved clean, except for a small decorative tuft of hair. Taryn's puffy pussy lips were open and inviting, while still thick with arousal. Cum drooled from the inside of her molten hole. It was so erotic knowing that I had fueled her desire. It was so hot understanding that I had revved up her beautiful, teeny-bopper cunt. Taryn was hot, horny, and aroused. I could tell that she desperately needed to get off one more time. She lowered her eyes, muttered softly, and then trailed off, "Umm, I don't know about that...."

I was genuinely surprised, "What? Why?"

She looked at me a little confused. Hesitantly, she said, "You know, um, that you came inside of me? Your cum is in my pussy."

I looked at her with as much sincerity as I could muster. My voice was low, almost at a whisper, "Yes Taryn. I know, but that makes kneeling before you even sexier. I want to taste you and what we just did. I want to run my tongue along your pussy lips and drink in your juices. I want to taste your arousal. I need to bring you a taste of the pleasure you gave to me. Is that ok, Taryn? Can I lick your beautiful, little cunt?"

Taryn turned a deep shade of crimson. Her mouth moved, but little sound came out. Taryn spoke in such a low tone that she was barely audible, "Yes, I would like that very much. I would like to feel your tongue inside of me. Please do so, Professor." Where was the animalistic slut that had exploded on my cock just a few minutes ago? How had she faded so quickly into a demure and embarrassed college coed? Even more mysterious, I had never seen this side of Taryn before. I didn't know it existed. On both previous encounters, she had propositioned me. Taryn had definitely been the sexual aggressor. This was out of place, unless....

"Taryn, has anyone eaten your pussy before?" I asked.

She gasped and blurted out before she could censor her thought, "Is it that obvious? Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I don't want to be bad."

"No, no, no. Don't apologize. Do you want me to go through with this? You just are so beautiful, and I want to make you feel good. Is this ok? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable..."

Taryn interrupted me with a newly found resolve, "Do it, Professor. I'd like to know what it feels like. I want you to do it, and be my first. Please lick me – down there." She paused a moment. In that split second I could see Taryn's confidence crumbling, "Just tell me if I taste bad, though. You can stop if it tastes wretched or something. I'm mean it is kinda gross down there."

I chuckled, "On that you're wrong, Taryn. You look so lovely. I am such a lucky man to be gazing up at you. Let's just see what you think."

I slid my tongue along the inside of her upper thigh. My face was now tantalizingly close to her personal slice of heaven. Pursing my lips, I breathed hot air on the outside of her slippery cunt. Warm air cascaded over Taryn's most intimate zone. I could see her tremble in surprise, but the experience was just beginning. I kissed her twice, gently, on either half of her shaved pussy mound. I then reached out my tongue and tentatively licked the length of her slit. I could taste the moisture. It was earthy, salty, and a little sweet. Certainly, it was not anything of which to be afraid. Ignoring my own cum, I dug my tongue inside of her pussy, relishing the tang of her juices. I rolled my soft, fleshy appendage around, circling Taryn's velvet walls. She was clearly very aroused. I could see the goosebumps on her well-muscled thighs. I thought to myself that making her cum, was not going to take much effort. 

Enough with being tentative. It was time to get to business. I moved my tongue from her pussy proper, to the precious little clit that stood at its apex. One lick caused her to jump a little, bucking her hips. Taryn was getting her confidence back. She spread her legs wider, lewdly allowing me more complete access to her delicious, pink fuck-hole. That lick also solicited a deep and throaty moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels good. Mmmmmmmn! Just like that. Lick it." Her wish was my command, so I began to lick her pussy in earnest. Round and round I licked, swirling over that little jewel. Taryn's legs were over my shoulders, her thighs pressing in on both of my ears. I looked up to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed. One hand was playing with a hardened nipple, while the other held her weight upright. Heat radiated off of her pussy. I could feel the liquid, truly starting to flow. I gulped it down, without a second thought. I relished her arousal. I wanted to make this special, a first time that she would remember for years with fondness. I wanted her to be able to think back and remember my tongue loving her cunt.

Taryn's mouth contorted into an "O." Her hand that was playing with her tit moved to the back of my head. She pressed me in, forcing me to butt up against her liquid sex. I could feel her bucking against me, spasming wildly in a growing need. She was close. I gripped her rounded hips, digging my fingers into her soft, teen skin, and held on. Finesse was no longer necessary. Instead, I simply aimed to hit the right spot with as much tongue speed as possible. Up and down, back and forth, my tongue flared against her clit. This was not a tease, but rather, a full-on pussy licking session. I lapped at her exquisite juices as they flowed hot and strong. They dripped off of my chin, down the crack of her ass, and onto the floor. 

As all of Taryn's muscles tensed, my face was flooded. She came in buckets. Her liquid arousal covered my lips, chin, and neck. Taryn's hand pressed my face against her snatch with Herculean force. I felt like I was in the powerful grip of the Jaws of Life. Perhaps I was? Taryn ground her cunt against me, seeking as much friction as possible. Her legs clamped down and I couldn't breathe, but that was fine since I could still inhale pussy - such a succulent smell! 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Ohhhhh!" Taryn moaned. Sensing she had passed over the brink I slowed my tongue, bringing down the speed of my licks. Her firm, teenage breasts were heaving and bucking with the molten rush of her orgasm. Taryn's hand, which had been holding me firmly against her cunt, now was pulling me away. Her fingers dug into my hair and tried to force me back. "No, no, no, no more. I can't take it. It's too hot." she asserted. I looked up her and flashed toothy smile. She smiled back, still gasping for air. Slowly, Taryn was coming down. Why not have a little fun? Be a tease, I evilly thought? I blew hot air onto her sensitive loins, and licked her from slit to clit a final time. Taryn released her grip on my hair, and backhanded the top of my head. "You bastard. I said not to do that," Taryn said and then giggled.

"Did that feel good?" I said, looking up from between her legs. 

"Only a little," she smirked. "Just kidding! That was great, Professor. I will definitely have to have you go down on me again. Wow! That was hot! I can't believe that I never made my boyfriend do that for me." 

It was time for me to be surprised. "Your boyfriend?" 

Taryn looked a little guilty, but then recovered. "Yeah. Oh, don't look at me like that. I'll let you eat my pussy anytime you like." I glared at her as I stood up. "C'mon, that can't bother you, right? It's not like you and I have gone out for a dinner and a movie, or anything. We only had sex."

But it did bother me. I spoke, carefully measuring my words, "Taryn, I agree we only had sex – fantastic, mind-blowing, rock-me-to-the-core sex, but still just sex. But that isn't what bothers me. I just don't like being the other guy. I don't want be the one who is causing the affair. I have been the one was cheated on and it wasn't fun. It was one of the worst life experiences I've ever had. I don't want to be the one who causes the problem or the pain." What is it with these coeds? Don't any of them believe in monogamy anymore?

"You're sweet. I completely understand," Taryn said, her tone suddenly becoming very serious, "but I wouldn't worry too much. This is my decision and I take full responsibility. It is my choice. I don't know where that relationship is going. He's a great guy. Perhaps I am in love with him, perhaps not. Whatever the case might be, I am not ready for a total commitment. While I want you to fuck me again, I won't let him get hurt. I can make that work, I promise. You and I are fuck-buddies; that's all. It will be our little secret."




Oral Exam Ch. 07



Just like you told Shannon and Jessica about the hand job, I thought. Oh well, no need to snipe after Earth-shaking sex. "Agreed."

Taryn's tone brightened considerably after that. Naturally, we changed subjects. We chatted amicably about the weather (both of us agreed it was getting cold) like we were two people who were standing at a bus stop. If we weren't naked and the room wasn't a shambles, a casual observer would never have thought that we had just fucked our brains out. We both got dressed and straightened up. Both of us had to brush off the dust bunnies that our clothes had collected from the floor beneath my desk. Before heading out the door Taryn leaned in for a final kiss goodbye. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. It was long, lingering, and sweet. A fiery passion raged in that kiss. Her moist lips parted and her tongue – like a lost lover - found mine. I was dazed when we finally broke apart. Taryn said while smiling sweetly, "So that's what my pussy tastes like, eh? Nice! I can see why you liked spending time down there." She giggled and I blushed. "I had a great time, Professor. I meant what I said; I am sure I will need to see you again. But this is between us – and only us. Ring my cell anytime. I left the number on your desk. Later, Professor."

And she was gone.

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The next few days were spent living my basic routine. I studied and wrote. I took careful notes and tried to grapple with ideas that defied what most sensible people would call logic. I sat at my computer and plunked out another paper. I went to class, nothing out of the ordinary there. Sarah, my grad student friend and former lover, spent most of her time trying to ignore me. She sat on the opposite side of the classroom and rushed out the door as soon as the designated time was over. I decided that it would be best to leave her alone and not to push. Let her come to terms with my secrets in her own time. 

Professor Endicott was another matter. On the surface she seemed very normal, too normal. Jen's classes were as interesting as always, and she continued to treat me like she had before – like I was any of the other Ph.D. candidates she was working with. After class (on either day) Jen didn't invite me back to her office to "discuss" my dissertation (even though I lingered around for a few extra moments). I did, however, get the sense that she was still interested in pursuing further professor / student sexual relations. I often felt like she was eyeing me when I wasn't looking. But I never caught her dead on, so I could never be absolutely sure.

Jessica and Shannon missed their next class. I understood. Mornings were often difficult, and they had an inside connection with the instructor. Fucking the T.A. had its upside for the two coeds, even if it was just the ability to sleep in. They showed up at the next class following that one, but they didn't seem to be in the mood to do any exhibitionistic flirting. Both of them looked like they had barely rolled out of bed after a night of heavy partying. Sorority rush tends to have that effect on people. They were both wearing baggy sweats with the school's logo embroidered on the front (do they coordinate?) Jessica had her blonde hair in a ponytail, while Shannon wore a dingy baseball cap. It was a speech day for which they didn't have to perform. They were only required to show up so that the poor schlubs that were speaking had a captive audience. So Jessica and Shannon put on their best audience faces, and drifted into a disinterested, hung-over, semi-conscious doze for the bulk of the class period. 

The students and I were thoroughly bored after the monotonous string of poorly organized and over-wrought speeches. Most of the life had been sucked out of the classroom. I am sure I would have killed myself if I heard one more student argue that the legal drinking age should be lowered to eighteen. God, I love my job! But time was up, and the students needed to go to their next pressing engagement. On the way out the door, Jessica stopped by my desk. If I hadn't been watching the gentle sway of her teenage ass, I would never have seen Jessica drop a small, folded note on top of my papers and books. 

The scrap of paper was a dusty pink color. Very girlie! After the students left, I looked over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being watched. No one was there, so I opened it. Written in loopy, feminine script was the following note: 

"I am thinking of you. I can't wait to have you inside of me again. I will call you tonight. Late. – J."

Ah, Jessica. I smiled to myself. It felt good knowing that I would soon be hearing from her again. Even a few days without communication seemed to be an eternity. My thoughts always drifted to her. To me, she was a constant and lingering question mark. I didn't know what she felt, or what she wanted. It felt like I was always at the edge with her. I felt so vibrant and alive when I thought of her, but I also knew that this feeling could be dashed in a heartbeat. At any moment, I could be dropped for some new experimental boy-toy. While this knowledge brought with it an unspoken urgency, I needed and wanted more security. I desired to know that we were something, despite an open and very non-monogamous relationship. I also knew, however, if I requested something more that I would only push Jessica away. 

I folded the note up and put it in my pocket. I trudged back to my office, my mind in a daze. Seeing Jessica – even at her worst - brought up several uncomfortable feelings that I didn't want to deal with. For now they needed to remain bottled up. On a different note, seeing Jessica also reminded that I still had not identified my Mystery Fuck. Jessica had been correct; not knowing her identity was extremely erotic. As time passed by, though, the urgency of that question dwindled. I still, however, couldn't help but to wonder who she was. Curiosity still nipped and nagged at my thoughts. Which unknown college coed had I fucked by the fountain, that night? On the way to my office I passed several clumps of college cuties. My eyes grazed their long legs, soft breasts, and round asses – visually groping each and every one. And for every coed I scanned, I wondered, "Is that the one I fucked?" 

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Brrrrrrrrinnnnnnngggggggg! 

What the fuck? I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It was 2:32 a.m. Who would call me at this late (early) hour? Only one name came to my sleep-addled mind – Jessica.

I had gone home fairly early. I had work to do, and I wanted to be there for Jessica's call. Some of my work got done, but I mainly thought of Jessica. So I sat and I waited for the phone to ring. Pathetic, eh? Eventually I ordered a pizza and put on a movie. By 11:00 the film was over, and still no call from Jessica. I was lonely, bored, and feeling sorry for myself. I turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and pulled the down comforter over my head. 

But then came the phone call. I leapt from my bed, feeling instantly awake. On my way I stubbed my toe on the corner of my dresser. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but no matter. I had to get the phone. 

I picked up the cordless between the third and fourth rings. My voice cracked as I said into the phone, "Hello?"

A sweet and sultry voice spoke to me from the other end, "Hey, Professor. Having a good evening?" 

"Better, now that I am talking to you."

"Awwwwww. You're so sweet. I bet you say that to all the sexy bitches that ring you up for a late night booty call?"

"Nope, only you Jessica. I was thinking you weren't going to call."

She seemed surprised, "Really? I said that I would."

"Yeah, I know. It was just getting kind of late, and I figured that you must have had other plans."

"Listen up Professor. If I say I am going to call you, I am going to do just that. I don't make promises I won't keep. You mean something to me, and I am not going to just walk away from that. You are too damn much fun to corrupt." Jessica giggled lightly at first and then broke into full laughter before speaking again. I heard another voice coming from Jessica's end. "Hold on. A close and intimate friend wants to say hello," Jessica said.

The phone switched hands before I heard another woman speak, "Good evening, Professor. Are you comfortable? Are you enjoying yourself?"

I recognized that voice, "Hey Shannon." It was Jessica's girl-lover and extremely sexy roommate. This conversation was getting very interesting. I plopped down on my bed before continuing. "Sure everything is just wonderful around here. What have you two ladies been up to this evening?" 

"Not too much. We did some sorority rush stuff, before coming back to the dorm. It was a pretty typical Friday night. It's been a little while since I have seen you." I could almost see her cherry lips form into a seductive baby-doll pout. "Class time is nice and all, but the extra-curricular activities are so much more satisfying." Shannon paused again in thought before saying, "I miss you, Professor. We must play again soon. But until then I just wanted to take the phone and say hello. Now, I'm gonna go eat Jessica's tasty pussy. I'll put that slut back on the phone with you." 

My jaw dropped when Shannon told me her plans. Once again the phone changed hands. I heard Jessica voice say, "Hello again, Professor." There was a unusual lilt to her voice tonight, "Shan just told you what she is going to do to me, right? My legs are open and I have a pillow under my ass for her easy access. Does that turn you on, to know that I am ready for her? Would you like for me to tell you how it feels to have Shannon go down on me?"

This was a surreal moment. A few seconds ago I was asleep, now I was about to have phone sex with the siren of my dreams. "Yes," I croaked.

Jessica giggled, "Good boy. Then why don't you go grab some lotion or baby oil or something. I think you might need it." I stumbled off to my bathroom, riffled through my medicine cabinet, and found a large bottle of lotion. I quickly rushed back to the room. I picked up the phone and I let Jessica know that I was back. "Well then," she said, "I think we are ready for some fun. Lie back down on your bed and pull out your cock. I want you to take a big dollop of lotion, put it on your palm, and then rub it all of your cock. Work it in. Lube it all up! Make your shaft all nice and slippery. Can you do that for me?"

Such a difficult request! I did as commanded. It felt so good to be stroking off while listening to Jessica's sexy voice. I answered her, "Yes, I am rubbing my cock right now. It is getting hard just listening to your slutty talk Jessica. I love it when you play the slut."

"That so hot! I am picturing you stroking your dick, Professor. I wish I had it here to suck on. I would lick it so good. Would you like that, Professor, your little slut student sucking your cock? I don't even need to have my grade raised. You already did that. I'd go down on you just for fun. Unfortunately, I can't blow you right now. That makes me sad. I guess I will have to make do with Shan. She is crawling onto my bed. She's naked. Do you remember what she looks like naked? She is so cute. She has such suckable little titties. I could eat her up all night long. I sometimes have. But I can't right now, because that is what she is going to do to me. Come here baby," I heard Jessica say to Shannon, "Take off my panties. Good girl! That's a good little slut. Do you see that? My legs are spread wide for you. My shaved pussy is so, so wet. I bet it tastes so good. I think I have to try it myself."

Jessica halted her litany of dirty words for a moment; then I heard her sucking on her finger. The slurping sounds were obscene and erotic. I instantly recalled her consummate oral skills. Her sloppy blowjobs were definitely worthy of a grade bump. My cock was throbbing, as I listened to the porno-esque scene that was playing out on the other end of the phone line.

"That's right, Shannon. Suck on mama's pussy. Bury your face in it. Rub it all around. Use your nose. I want you to lick up my gash. Oh, that feels so good. What do you think, Professor? Can you see it? Can you picture Shannon licking at my little hole?"

My hand was flying up and down my shaft, beating time to the sound of Jessica's words. My other hand cupped my balls, caressing them and rolling them around. The phone, that I was trying desperately to keep stable, was lodged in the crook of my neck. I moaned to Jessica, "Yes, I can see it. She is in front of you. Her tight, little ass is perched up in the air. If I were there I would move behind Shannon to fuck her juicy cunt. I am sure it is juicy, since she must be so turned on too. How could someone eat your pussy, and not be turned on? Tell her to be a good, little slut and lick your clit. Then I want you to reach over and spank her."

Jessica moaned, "Oh yeah! Ohhhhhhh. Professor, you and Shan have me so fuckin' hot. Shan, the Professor says you aren't doing it right, though. That feels very good, but you need to lick my clit. Right there! Oh, mmmmmm. Yeah, Shan that is sooooooo much better. Fuck, that's good." Jessica's vocabulary fell into a pattern of obscenities and moans. In the midst of it all, I heard a loud "thwack" noise, followed by a high, girlish squeal. Shannon's ass got spanked.

"Did you like that that, Professor? Shan's ass is so spankable! Her tongue is still on my clit. It feels so good, but I need more. Put your fingers in my pussy. I want you to finger fuck me while you go down on me. Can you do that baby? Yeah that's right! Ohhhhh. It is so wet down there. Would you like to hear it, Professor?"

The next moment I heard an obscene squelching sound. I could hear the wet rhythm of Shannon's fingers working in and out of Jessica's slippery, eighteen-year old cunt. Shannon's finger-fucking seemed to start slow but quickly began moving at a semi-feverish pace. I could tell she was whipping Jessica's girl-cum to a creamy froth. Jessica moaned, deep and throaty. Was she cumming? It sure seemed that way, especially when she dropped the phone. 

For the next few moments I listened to a symphony of orgasmic shrieks, moans, and cries. I could visualize Jessica in the throes of sexual delight. I had seen it before. The image had been burned into my mind that first time on my office desk. Surely, her head was thrown back in ecstasy, with eyes closed and blonde hair spread out around her. She was propped up on the dorm-issued pillow so she could look down the length of her tan golden skin (which she had been doing until she came) at Shannon between her legs. My hand was moving without thought as I listened to Jessica cum. I was getting so turned on. 

I could hear Jessica coming down. She picked up the phone and said, "Oh yeah, baby. You made me cum so good. I love how you eat my pussy. What's that?" I could hear Shannon say something but I couldn't make out what it was. I heard Jessica giggle and say, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You nasty, horny slut!" I could hear Jessica shifting around. "Go ahead. Here it is! Go ahead and eat my ass."

I couldn't believe it. Shannon was about to put her tongue in Jessica's succulent ass. Fuck, that's hot! I could hear Jessica's voice again, "Oh yeah, that feels awesome! Yeah, rim me you little whore. Do it. Lick my asshole. Only a dirty girl would eat somebody's ass. Are you a dirty girl? You are...." Jessica's voice trailed off into a strained moan. But then she picked up where she left off, "That's right, stick your tongue up my bunghole, like a good slut. Oh, yeah, mmmmmmm. Did you hear that, Professor? Shannon's tongue is in my ass. I want to make myself cum again. It won't take much. This is so hot! I am so fucking horny! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, she just added a finger. She has her finger in my asshole. Oh,yeah. Oh GOD! Fuck, that is soooo good! You horny teen slut, finger bang my ass, while I play with my pussy. OHHHHHHHH. That is soooooo good!"

I could feel myself getting closer to shooting off as the scene got dirtier. Then Jessica amped the sexual tension up once more, "Oh God, Professor! I wish it were your fat cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me in the ass!" What a deliciously, wonderful thought! 

The auditory spectacle had become too much for me. I couldn't take the thought of plowing Jessica's sweet asshole. I needed to cum. I said to Jessica, "Oh, baby! You have me so hot, do you want me to cum?" 

"Oh, God! Oh, yes!" Jessica replied. "Do it! Stroke you cock! Shoot your big fuckin' load. I love it when you cum. Cum for me, baby! I am gonna cum too. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God! Shannon is going to make me cum too. Eat meeeeeeeeeeeee! Eat my ass!"

"I'm cumming, Jessica" I blurted. Spunk shot from my cock, a clear foot or more up in the air. I could hear Jessica moaning alongside me as we came together, our climaxes perfectly in sync.

Our breath rose and fell together. I heard another smack on the other end of the line. Shannon voice, in the distance, yelled with mock indignation, "You BITCH! You smacked me. That's the last time I eat your slutty ass." Jessica and I both laughed, before falling into a semi-awkward pause. 

I broke the silence, "Jessica that was amazing. Thank you."

Jessica snorted and replied, "What for, you big stud? I was the one that got my privates licked. All you did was say 'hi' to your monster."

"Still, thanks."

"No problem. Hey, what are you up to tomorrow night? Shan and I were wondering if you would like to get together and do something. Not sure what. Maybe watch a movie or play cards. Or fuck," she deadpanned. "We missed a class so we might need another tutorial? The material has been a pain in the ass, if you know what I mean. Do you think you can help us with that problem?"

I gulped. "Sure, I think I can help with that. How's 8:00 p.m.? Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, that's cool. How about we meet at your place this time? I wouldn't want to disturb our neighbors like we did before. I have been hearing about our enthusiastic vocals ever since you were last here. I keep telling them it was my vibrator, but they won't believe me. The damn girls just won't leave me alone."

"That works. It's a date," I said not thinking about my choice of words. I immediately regretted them as soon as they were spoken.

"Yeah, a date," Jessica quipped, her voice laden with irony. "A date where all three of us fuck ourselves silly." 



Oral Exam Ch. 08



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first seven stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

The weather was frigidly cold. Wrapped in a heavy afghan quilt, I stared outside my apartment window. Flurries were starting to form. The sky was slate gray and overcast. This was the perfect day to stay indoors. It was a Saturday at the beginning of November in the Midwest. The wind whipped and whistled outside, stripping the trees down to their forlorn looking branches. Locally nothing but corn existed to stop the chill biting winds – and corn isn't the most insulating of barriers. 

So far, I was enjoying a laid back Saturday morning. I was sitting in my overstuffed, rust-colored recliner, a 1970s-throwback monstrosity that I picked up for practically nothing at a used furniture store. Coltrane was playing crazy cool on my stereo, saying "Good Morning" in his own special way. I held a cup of Earl Gray gingerly to my lips, blowing gently. It was too hot, but I sipped it anyway. The warm, lemony liquid brought life to my sleepy limbs, and sent caffeine rushing to my bloodstream. A half-eaten bagel and cream cheese lay on the end table next to me. I picked it up and chewed. Then I washed down the doughy taste with more tea. I smiled, contentedly. The drowsiness was gone. I was ready to face the new day.

I am sure that I would not soon forget the phone call that I had received last night. Jessica, my blonde bombshell student, rang me up at 2:30 a.m. waking me from my slumber. No problem! I had learned that any phone call from Jessica would result in something interesting, and also more than a little naughty. This call was no different. After a few minutes of pleasantries, I learned that Jessica's ultra-cute roomie, Shannon, was about to go down on Jessica – and I would get to listen to every sexy detail. Jessica described that process with excruciating specificity. I couldn't help but jerk off as I listened to two nasty teenage coeds pleasure each other on the other end of the line. In the end, Jessica's filthy descriptions pushed me over the edge. I came in a sticky mess of jizz and lotion. 

Before hanging up, Jessica told me that she and Shannon would be coming by later tonight (around 8:00 p.m.) Maybe I was getting cocky, but I was pretty sure sex with one or both of those delicious strumpets would be on the menu. 

I spent the first part of my day studying. My head felt clear. Everything was clicking. Concepts were coming easily today. I took advantage of this unusual luck, and I set to work armed with several colors of highlighters and note-taking pens. Time flew and I soon broke for lunch. After some P, B, & J, I decided to switch gears. I broke out several student outlines, and set to work grading them. A few were decent, but most were rushed drivel. That was understandable, since the assignments were lame and contrived exercises in busy-work that lacked a purpose. It was one of those unfortunate tasks that the section head required that I assign. The students hated the assignment, and learned nothing. Grading them was even worse. But there wasn't anything I could do. If I wanted a paycheck, I had to follow orders.

I did a little more reading and outlined a paper after that. My mind wasn't into it, though. I was losing focus, by thinking about the night that lay ahead of me. I felt my mind wandering; I even caught my hand absently drifting southward to play with my crotch. Studying had become useless. So I packed up my books and shut down the computer. I was done with schoolwork for the day.

Instead, I started cleaning. The place really wasn't a mess, but it also wasn't ready for female company. I did the dishes and vacuumed. The bathroom got a scrubbing, and I started up a couple loads of laundry (I made sure to wash the sheets on my bed – I wouldn't want to impede any bed-based activities by the presence of unclean sheets). After a couple of hours of work, the place looked much better. It was still a crappy grad pad with mismatched furniture, but at least it was clean. Besides, just having my own apartment probably put me in my own class. Privacy, away from the prying eyes of roommates and dorms, was a unique commodity in the world of undergraduate students.  

It was about 6:00 p.m. when finished cleaning. I stepped into the shower to wash the smell of ammonia cleaning fluid off of my body. I shaved, and put on some Dockers, a button-down shirt, and a cable-knit sweater. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I was ready for a night of romance / serious fucking.

I settled down in front of the television; I needed to relax. There was a little time before the ladies were due. I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Blech! Saturday evening programming, nothing was on. I cycled through the options twice and finally landed on the History Channel. They were featuring a special on the life and works of the Marquis De Sade. How appropriate! Maybe I could pick a few devilish tips and suggestions, I thought. But I was too tired. My eyes drooped and I drifted off into a light slumber.

The chime of my doorbell woke me up. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30 p.m. How odd! It didn't seem like Jessica or Shannon to be the types to arrive early. They were much more likely to be the fashionably late sort. I would bet money that they typically arrived when the party was going full swing. They would want to be the center of attention. 

I got up from my chair and went to the door. The bell rang again as I reached for the knob. I opened the door expecting to see Jessica and Shannon. Instead, I was completely surprised. 

Sarah, a grad student friend of mine, stood in the outside hallway looking disheveled and flustered. She was bundled in a large, brown overcoat, and her hair was blown wild by the outside wind. Her face was a mask of emotions. I couldn't tell what those feelings were were, but they were clearly ready to bubble to the surface.

We looked at each other for a long moment, neither of us sure what to say. She spoke first; "Can I come in?"

Shit! I wanted to talk to Sarah, but Jessica and Shannon were due in a few minutes. If they arrived while she was here, it would be very awkward. "Umm, Sarah it is good to see you but this isn't the best of times."

"Please? I just need a couple of minutes. I'd really like to talk to you." 

"Are you sure this can't wait?" I asked. 

"No, I don't think it can. I have to get these thoughts out of my head. They are killing me. Please?"

I looked at Sarah, scrutinizing her face. She was dead serious, and more than a little nervous. Our last conversation looked like it had taken a heavy toll on Sarah's psyche. Whatever it was that she had to say, she it was pretty important to her. Shit! This couldn't be good. I knew that all of my fucking around would come back to haunt me. I guess that is what I get for offering up grades for sexual favors. Let's do this. I nodded. Sarah looked instantly relieved. I backed away from the door and made room for her to enter my apartment.

"Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked. 

Sarah replied, "Yeah, something alcoholic would be great. Do you have any wine?" She had taken off her overcoat and draped it over the arm of my love seat. She then sat down. Sarah was wearing a white button down men's dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. The top couple of buttons were left undone, so that I could get a glimpse of her marvelous rack. A deep red, astrology crystal dangled from a chain around her neck. Sarah's customary black boots completed the look. I couldn't tell if this was something she had just thrown together, or if it was carefully crafted to look casual, settled, and relaxed.

"I have some of that terrible boxed wine. I could tap it for you and pour you a glass?"

I think she smiled. That was a good sign. "Sure, that sounds great."

I went my cabinets and pulled out a wineglass. I filled it part way with a light, golden fluid that could – on a good day - loosely be called "Chardonnay." There were times that being a poor graduate student really sucked. Many of them involved cheap-ass wines. 

I handed the glass to Sarah and she immediately slugged it down. "I'd say that was nice, but it wasn't" she said with a smile. "Can I have another?" she asked, holding up the empty glass.

I smiled back and went to get her a refill. I handed it to her and she lightly sipped the liquid. She looked like she was lost in thought, like she had something important to say but she didn't know where to start. I waited patiently. Whatever this was that she wanted to say, it shouldn't be forced. The words started slowly; "What you told me, turned my world upside down. I haven't been able to think about anything else. I knew that things like that must happen, but I never would have guessed that you would be involved (or that I would hear about it). It was such a shock. I am so sorry for running out of the room like that. That was inexcusable. I just didn't know how to take it. I needed some time alone to process what you said."

I looked at her and smiled uneasily. I wasn't sure where this was going. My best option would be to keep quiet until I knew where Sarah was headed. So I gestured for her to go on....

"First, I need to let you know that I'll keep my word to you. You told me out of trust, so I won't tell anyone else. I really appreciate the level of trust you have shown me. We're friends, dude. I'd like to keep it that way. While not everyone would agree with your choices, I don't know that your life needs to be tossed away because of them."

I felt a massive weight being lifted off of my shoulders. Everything suddenly felt so much easier. I know that I visibly relaxed, as I could see Sarah warmly smiling back at me. The ice was thoroughly broken. I replied to Sarah, "Gee, you don't know what that means to me. Ever since that conversation we had in your office, my mind has been running in circles. I haven't known what to say or do. I had thought that everything could be over for me. Thank you." I leaned over to hug Sarah. Clearly, she was not expecting to be embraced. Her body was rigid and unsure. After a moment, though, she melted; I could feel her loosening up in my arms. We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us surrendering to the friendship in that hug. 

We broke apart. I could see her eyes twinkling. There was a humor to her voice when she asked, "So I want to know more, and give me all the gory details. How did you and Jessica hook up?"

"Oh? Why would you want to know that?"

"Jessica is a pretty attractive young lady. I just wanted to know what she was doing with a dork like you."

"Hey, you weren't able to resist these masculine charms either. I seem to recall a few evenings when my dorkiness was not problem."

Sarah blushed, "Whatever, dude! I guess it is. Your machismo was pretty formidable. But you still haven't answered my question."

I was about to respond, when I heard the doorbell. Game time! Sarah didn't seem to be a threat anymore and in fact appeared to be fascinated with Jessica. Why not ride this out and see where it goes? It didn't seem like anything bad would happen. I said to Sarah, "If you really want to know, you can ask Jessica yourself. That is probably her and Shannon at the door."

Sarah appeared startled. Her voice suddenly became tense and nervous. Was that fear? Anticipation? "Jessica is at the door? And Shannon? Who's Shannon? Whatever, dude. I am not sure if it is the best idea that I am here. I could get in a lot of trouble for being around them."

"True," I said, trying to play it as cool as I could, "But then you wouldn't get to learn anything either. It is your choice, Sarah. You could crawl out a bedroom window if you like."

Sarah thought for a moment. She seemed torn, like she was at the brink of a critical decision. The doorbell rang again. Her face contorted into a grimace. "Fuck it," Sarah said. "Dude, let's meet these ladies."

I opened the door to find Jessica and Shannon with their luscious backsides facing towards me. While the women were both wrapped in winter coats, they were also wearing very short skirts. They had to be freezing. Both women were slightly bent at the waist, sticking their beautiful posteriors up and out. Their skirts were hitched up above their hips, making their rounded ass cheeks completely visible. I wanted to grope and maul them both. Jessica was wearing a pink, lacy pair of boy shorts, while Shannon had on sheer, black t-backs. Together, Jessica and Shannon giggled as they said in unison, "Good evening, Professor." They were too cute for words. Never, in my wildest dreams had I ever expected to be greeted at the door like this. 

"Welcome girls," I said. "That is lovely. Never have I seen two more perfect asses. Now why don't you come inside?" I moved out of the way and beckoned them into my apartment. I closed the door. At first Jessica and Shannon were laughing pretty hard, and then they both abruptly stopped. All eyes lasered in on Sarah, who was leaning against the back wall. She had a bemused expression her face; her stance was cool and relaxed. Just looking at her, I did not expect any problems to come from Sarah. She was too at ease.

"Well this is a little awkward," Sarah said breaking the ice. She moved to the two teens and extended her hand. "We haven't formally met. My name is Sarah and I am glad to meet the both of you. And by the way, both of you have lovely butts. Thank you for showing them off."

Jessica and Shannon both shook hands and introduced themselves. Both coeds were clearly surprised. Their body language was forced and guarded. The moment was surreal. I don't think I had ever seen Jessica caught off guard before. It was pretty interesting - sexy even.  



Shannon spoke next, "Do I know you? You look awfully familiar?"

"Maybe," Sarah replied. She smirked.

"That's true," Jessica said. "You do look familiar, I think...." Then Jessica stopped talking mid-sentence. Her eyes became wide as saucers and her mouth fell open in disbelief. Jessica was speechless.

"That's right. I covered his class last week. I guess it was more memorable for me, than it was for you," Sarah said with a grin. 

Shannon spoke next, "Yeah, I remember. That was the day you were gone, wasn't it Professor? Jessica and I had a great plan to tease you in class. We totally dressed up special and everything. We had those matching schoolgirl outfits. Do you remember, Jessica?"

"Yup, I do," said Jessica. Her voice sounded sheepish and I could see her blushing. This was good. It was so fun to see the tables turned on Jessica. I couldn't wait to see where this situation went.

"Why don't we have a seat," Sarah suggested. "I think we can all get a little more comfortable after we sit down." I nodded, before gesturing at the chairs in the living room. 

I poured a round of drinks, making sure to get myself an extra helping. I had no idea where this was going. Sarah seemed to have taken control of the evening. At best, I was along for the ride. That was fine by me, since the results seemed like they might be pretty interesting. 

I handed out the drinks and surveyed the women one-by-one. All of them were breathtaking, each in their own way. Jessica and Shannon were wearing short skirts and sexy little tops. Both had scoop necks, putting their cleavage on full display. The two women were both wearing those Ugg style boots (Shannon's were light brown while Jessica's were pink) that are all the rage among college coeds. Jessica still had the voluptuous, blonde Barbie look, while Shannon was a cute, alternative hipster. Clearly, they had both gone through some effort to look good. Sarah, while still very sexy, was more refined in her jeans / dress shirt combo. Her demeanor had changed completely since she first walked through my front door. She was poised and in total control of the situation. Nothing could be hotter! I was such a lucky guy to be sitting in this room with these three goddesses. 

Shannon was the least phased of the three women by the oddness of the situation. The expression on her face was of minor confusion – probably over the reason for Sarah's presence. Sarah looked smug, like a hatching plan was about to come true. Jessica looked the most unusual. She was rigid, subdued, and turning an unhealthy shade of green. Certainly, she was itching to know what was going on.

Taking a swig of her wine, Sarah began to talk again, "Ladies, I know why you are here. You were going to have sex with this dork over here." Sarah pointed at me. "Is this true?"

Shannon looked startled. She turned to Jessica for guidance. Jessica was still out of it. She simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

"Good. I am glad to see that we can be honest with each other. I too have my secret. I came here to talk to the Professor about you guys," Sarah's voice was dripping with sarcasm as she said the word 'Professor.' She had caught onto how Jessica and Shannon had playfully given me that moniker. Her face was consumed by a devilish grin; she was up to something. Sarah continued, "I wanted to tell him that everything was cool. I also wanted to let him know that I couldn't get that class out of my mind. The memory was agonizing torture. Jessica, you know why, right?"

Jessica was looking down, studying her feet. She slowly nodded.

Sarah leaned back in her chair and smiled, before continuing to speak, "What we have here is a true opportunity. Let's take full advantage of the situation. Shall we make everything really honest? I have a proposal. I think we should play a game. I think we should play truth or dare. It might lead us to where we all want to go. Maybe then we can say what we think, and perhaps have little bit of fun while doing it. What do you guys say?"

Truth or dare? I didn't understand. This was unexpected. Where was Sarah going? "What? That makes no sense. I don't get it. What are you driving at?"

Jessica raised her head and locked her eyes with mine. Her voice was sharp and serious as she answered for Sarah, "Oh, Professor! You can be so obtuse at times. If you don't get it, you really need to play." Jessica's face brightened as she continued to talk, "But maybe that is why I like you." She turned to face Sarah. "Hmmmn? I think that's a good idea. A game might be fun. Shannon, what do you think?" 

Shannon seemed surprised to have the conversation turned back on her. "Sure, I guess. A game might be cool."

Everyone turned to face me. I could feel their question. While there was no doubt what I wanted to do, I paused for a moment as if the decision needed careful consideration. Then I answered, "Sure," I said. "Who am I to go against the will of the group, especially when it is three very sexy ladies? Who starts?"

"Nice one there. As if you were going to say no," Sarah said. "I guess I will start, since I suggested this whole thing. My proposal, my doom, eh? Let's bring it on. Truth."

Jessica spoke first, "Let's just put the cards on the table. What exactly did you see when you taught class the other day?"

Sarah moistened her lips and said with total confidence, "Exactly? I saw a lot of things. Some students took notes. Others fell asleep. One blonde student, in particular, made quite an impression. I believe, Jessica, that you weren't wearing panties. Right there is class you spread your legs and showed me your shaved kitty cat. I don't think I have ever seen anything more obscene. Or beautiful." 




Oral Exam Ch. 08



Shannon broke out into laughter, "No way! You total slut! You didn't tell me you flashed her. Damn, you'll show that shit to anyone won't you?" We all laughed. The tension was gone.

It was the next person's turn. Jessica was sitting beside Sarah, so it was no surprise to hear her say, "Truth."

Shannon rubbed her hands together in glee. She was going to have fun with her roommate, "Ok, you wench. Who was the last guy you did it with?"

"Did it?

"Yeah, you know. Screwed. Porked. Humped. Boffed. Fucked. I can keep going?"

"No, that's alright, Shan. Um, I guess it would be the Professor." Jessica seemed a little embarrassed by her answer. I was a little surprised too. I had assumed that she was out making time with a lot of other guys. This revelation didn't seem to fit. Why would she want me to go out and screw other women if she were going to stay monogamous? This changed things a little. We would need to talk later. For now, however, I winked at Jessica. She batted her eyes and blew me a kiss back.

It was Shannon's turn. She called for the first dare of the evening. I was relieved. I didn't want to ask for a truth, but I also didn't want to be the first one to call for a dare. Potentially, that could shut the whole game down. It was up to me, though, to offer up the dare. What would nudge things in an interesting way, but still remain non-threatening?

"Shannon, are you any good at gymnastics?"

"That's a question."

"I know. Are you?"

"I used to be on the team in high school."

"Then why don't you stand on your head. Jessica can spot you.'

Shannon's eyes widened as she realized that she was wearing a skirt. Jessica grinned and got into place. "Ooooh, nice! Why be modest, Shan? Hey, they've already seen your ass this evening. Go on, girl," Jessica teased; I could have kissed her. Shannon moved to the center of the room, curtsied, and bent down on her hands and knees. She kicked her feet up in the air and positioned herself ramrod straight. She had perfect form. Shannon's scoop-necked halter-top was still tucked into her waistline, but her flimsy, black skirt gave in to gravity. We could all see her panties. They were little more than a silky, black g-string. With Jessica holding her legs upright, Shannon held that position for at least thirty glorious seconds. As time passed, though, Shannon couldn't take it. She went from minor giggles to full on laughter in a few seconds. Then she collapsed in a heap.

"Wow!" I said. "That was pretty cool. You ok there, Shannon?" Shannon, who was still giggling, nodded. "I guess it is my turn then. I'm the only one who hasn't gone. Hmmmn? Dare."

"Surprise, surprise, dude!" Sarah said. The glance Sarah shot me told me she was onto my game. "A dare from a room of a bunch of horny chicks? Pretty dangerous, eh? Let's keep it PG for now, buster. Why don't you go over there and rub Jessica's shoulders for a couple of minutes? She seems a little tense."

While I hoping for something more risqué, I would never object to giving Jessica a shoulder rub. I stood behind her chair and put my hands on her shoulders. I began with a clockwise rub to loosen her up. Within a few moments, her eyes closed and she dropped her head. A soft moan escaped her lips. I rubbed harder as I found a knot that needed to be worked out. Jessica's skin was soft and supple, but her muscles were bunched tight. She was tense. My whole hands were now at work, trying to smooth out the kinks under her skin. My finger slid under her shirt, so that I could work further down her back. Jessica moaned again, signaling me to go further. The clasp of her bra was under the tips of my fingers, when....

"That's about right. We are only supposed to go for a few minutes. Things shouldn't go too far," Shannon said with a snort. 

"Bitch," Jessica muttered before casting Shannon a playful glare. "I was starting to get into that."

"I know," Shannon replied. "Sarah, it is your turn."

Sarah appeared lost in thought. Clearly, she was weighing out her options. After a long pause she said, "Truth."

Jessica seemed a little disappointed to be asked for a truth. After a moment, though, the I-am-going-to-be-mischievous smirk (which I was getting to know very well) crept onto her face. "So Sarah, we don't know each other very well. I think we should share things about ourselves. Cool?" Sarah nodded tentatively, not really sure where this was going. "I want to know something personal. I want to know about the last time you received really great head."

Sarah gasped. She certainly had not expected Jessica to be so bold. Then again, she didn't know Jessica that well. Yet. Shannon punched Jessica on the arm and commented that she was being devious. I laughed. Nothing Jessica could do would surprise me. Jessica responded by saying, "What did you expect? You asked for a truth." 

"I guess I did. I should know better, eh? Fair's fair, though. Hmmmmmn. It was about three months ago. A friend of mine (another grad student) and I were at a bar. Both of us were a little drunk. We weren't totally gone, just pleasantly tipsy. Anyway, she and I had been fending off guys all night. She has a long-distance beau and I just wasn't in the mood for a one-night stand. We were exhausted from the effort, so we trudged back to my place. She wasn't in any condition to get behind the wheel, so I offered to let her crash on my couch. When I got to my door I reached into my coat for my keys. As I was pulling them out I felt her hand on my shoulder. I spun around and she was looking at up at me with such longing. Her eyes pulled me down to her. At that moment, they felt bottomless, like they were pure need and only I could fill it. That instant was electric. I felt her embrace me. Her lips moved to mine, and we were kissing. I remember falling back against the door and kissing her under the porch light. How long we stood there, making out, is anybody's guess. I do remember thinking that we had better move this inside, so I broke it apart. As soon as the door closed, though, we fell to the couch. We tumbled together, groping each other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was between my legs. My panties were around my legs and her tongue was licking me up. God, she was good! She had this little twirling move that I had never encountered before. Each stroke felt like lightning. The way she made me cum was magnificent! I later turned the play around on her. Her cunt was so delicious and juicy. I remember eating her for hours. For the finale we put our pussies next to each other and rubbed them together. We made each other cum so hard! That was an amazing night. I was thoroughly exhausted when it was over. We haven't gotten together since, but it was great for that evening. And who knows what may happen in the future? She was so good."

Shannon asked the question we were all thinking, "Who was she?"

Sarah looked at me, dead-on in the eye, "Cindy."

I coughed. "What? Cindy? My officemate, Cindy?"

"Yup. That's her. And you thought you were the only one in that office who I had fucked. Silly boy. I guess we both have gotten around," and with that Sarah raised her wineglass and took another belt of liquid courage. 

Wow! I was amazed. I wasn't really surprised that Sarah had played around with a woman, but I never expected such things of Cindy. She seemed too straight-laced, a consummate southern belle. Do southern belles really fuck other women? I guess they do. What about Cindy's fiancé: Did he know? Did he approve? These were questions to be tucked away and to be answered at another time.

"That will be hard to top," Jessica said. "I guess truth is out for me. How about a dare? Shan, you want to do the honors?"

"Cool. I'd love to, babe." Shannon seemed to light up at the challenge. "Ok, we all know that you are a total slut, Jessica. Let's see you act out your true nature. Why don't you walk over to the love seat, lean over the arm, and pull up your skirt. That question you asked Sarah was pretty naughty. I think you need to be punished. Do you guys agree?" Sarah looked at each other and nodded. "Spankings are in order. Definitely! Each of us will get three good whacks." 

"You really like getting into this stuff, don't you Shannon? And you say that I'm the slut?" Jessica asked. Shannon only blushed and motioned for Jessica to get over to the couch. Jessica did, but with an extra wiggle in her walk. Before she bent over, however, she lifted up her skirt and pulled down her boy shorts. What a tease! When they hit the floor, she stepped out of them. Jessica picked them up and tossed them to Sarah. Without thinking, Sarah caught them. Realizing what was in her hands, Sarah looked at the underwear and set them down on the end table next to her. Taking this cue, Jessica leaned over the couch and lifted up her skirt. Her tanned, golden ass and shaven pussy were on display for all of us to see. 

Shannon went first. She stood behind Jessica and gave her three meaty thwacks. Jessica didn't make any noise; she just stood there and took it. Then Jessica smiled demurely back at Shannon. I went next. I put my hand on Jessica's succulent ass. It was a warm and reddened where Shannon had spanked her. I could see the print of Shannon's hand. I kneaded Jessica's buttocks for a moment, before lightly brushing my fingers against her pussy. Jessica gasped as I grazed her clit. "C'mon, spank the slut already. This isn't the time for pussy play. You know she wants it, and the rest of us would like our chance," Sarah said. 

"I'm just savoring the moment," I replied. 

Sarah snorted. "Dude, it's not like you haven't been there before."

I chuckled, "True that. It is not every day, though, that some lovely young lass are bent over my living room couch waiting for me to spank her."

Crack! That was the noise my hand made as it came down on Jessica's ass. She squealed in surprise, startled by the sudden spanking. Two more smacks quickly followed. My hand was a bit sore. I couldn't imagine how Jessica's ass felt.   

Sarah approached the couch. She leaned over and spoke softly in Jessica's ear, like one lover consoling another. I could barely make out the whispered words. "I'm sorry baby, but I gotta do this. The rules are the rules. I'll try to make it up to you." Sarah raised her hand and brought it down on Jessica's crimson ass three times. These were not mere love taps. There was nothing gentle about Sarah's methods. 

Jessica howled in pain and surprise. Her eyes were moist, but she was fighting back whatever she was feeling. I also noticed that she was trembling and breathing heavily. Moisture was collecting outside her pussy lips. Jessica was aroused. 

"Awwww, did that hurt? Let me see if I can kiss it and make you feel better." Sarah got down on her knees behind Jessica's ass. Placing her hand on either butt cheek, Sarah pulled them apart. Jessica cringed slightly, from Sarah touching her stinging rear. Eyeing Jessica's puckered asshole and dripping pussy, Sarah said, "Oh that is so beautiful. While I am down here I have to have a taste."

Shannon looked at me, stunned. I don't think she expected the game to go in this direction – or this far. I winked and smiled back. I whispered to her, "Just let it go, this could go anywhere." Shannon licked her lips and grinned back at me. She was cool and ready for anything.

Meanwhile, Sarah had given Jessica's pussy one, long lick, from bottom to top. Jessica threw her head back and moaned deeply. Her shimmering, flaxen hair swayed across her back. Sarah curled her tongue and drove it in and out of Jessica's pussy twice before refocusing on a new whole treasure trove. I could see her tongue flick the ring of Jessica's asshole. Minor tremors ripped through Jessica's body with every brush of Sarah's tongue. 

Once again, Jessica moaned. The room began to fill with her scent. My lips began to drool with the smell of aroused pussy. Shannon walked over to Sarah and tapped her on the shoulder. Shannon said with a girlish pout, "Hey, that's not fair! I said spank her, not lick her. It's my turn next and I will not be jipped." She crossed her arms and gave a mighty, offended "harumph" for full stage effect. Sarah and I laughed. Jessica just lay frustrated over the arm of the couch. 

Standing up, Sarah wiped Jessica's juices off of her face. She turned around, patted Shannon on the shoulder, and said, "Sorry, I wouldn't dream of taking your place. Maybe, if we work things right I can do the same things for you." Sarah winked as Shannon smiled coyly. Damn, where was thing going to go?

The room was now focused on Shannon. She stood with her index next to her mouth as if she were thinking. Her right hand moved to her tit and began idly playing with her nipple through her shirt. I could see it getting hard and poking through the material of her halter-top. "What should I do," Shannon said to herself, but also to the room. "Hmmmn? I think there is only one right answer. Dare."

It was my turn. What to do? How far could I go? Was that really a question? I mean Sarah just ate Jessica's pussy and ass. Was anything really off limits anymore? It didn't feel that way. I made the decision to go for it.

But why not tease a little first? "Are you sure Shannon that you want a dare? It could get pretty nasty. You saw what happened to your slut friend, Jessica." Although she was no longer bent over the couch, Jessica was still missing her panties. They lay tantalizingly next to the couch. Jessica balled them up and threw them at me. She hit me square in the forehead and stuck out her tongue at me. I laughed and went on, "Are you ready to be a slut, Shan? Just say the word again."

With no hesitation Shannon said, "Dare."

"Then take off your panties." Shannon bent over at the waist, hooked her fingers underneath the small string circling her hips, and pulled down the thin black fabric. For a moment the sheer material stuck to Shannon's pussy. I suppose the damp girl-cum made the fabric sticky. With a tug, though, the thong fell to the floor. Shannon curtsied and then bowed at the waist. Jessica and Sarah, who received an eye-popping view, both clapped their hands at the attention grabbing performance. 

"That was very nice, Shan but you aren't done. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't restricted." Shannon cocked her head and gave me a questioning look. I continued to speak, "You will go into my bedroom and lie down on my bed. Keep the lights off. Each of us will go into the room, one at a time. We will each stay in the room for three minutes. When one of us leaves, the next one will come in. Your job is to make sure that each of us leaves happy. Understood?"       

"Yeah, I think that I can do that." Shannon was licking her lips.

"Good. One more thing, you aren't allowed to cum. Now go." 

Shannon flipped me off and then trotted out of the room. When I heard the door close, I looked at the two ladies and asked, "So who wants to go first?"

"Oh I got dibbs, Buster. Sarah got me all worked up and I need some relief. Besides, that little bitch made her stop. I'd like to torture her a bit. That ok by you guys?" Sarah and I nodded in agreement. "Well off I go then. See ya' after three minutes in heaven." Jessica flipped her skirt up, mooning us, and then left the room. 

I looked at Sarah. "Are you ok with this?" I said.

Her eyes met mine. I could tell she was very serious when she started to talk, "I have not been able to get Jessica out of my mind. Since flashed me in class, I have not been able to get past her pussy. I would just lie in bed and masturbate and think about eating her cunt. It is all I think about. Almost all, I guess. I keep replaying the conversation we had in your office. At the time it seemed so wrong. I wanted to judge, but I couldn't. What you did wouldn't leave my head. I had to talk to you about it; I had to let you know that I would have made the same choice too. But this is better. After this evening, neither of us will have the power to judge. We will be equals. Both of us will have fucked students."

It was strangely appropriate that Sarah was interrupted at that moment by a high-pitched, feminine wail. It sounded like Jessica was having a very good time. The tension broken, Sarah and I giggled at each other. I checked the clock on the wall and yelled that it was time. 

Sarah greedily rubbed her hands together. "My turn now," she gloated, before opening the bedroom door. 

Jessica stumbled out, looking flushed with a fresh orgasm. She plopped down on the couch, not bothering to lower her skirt. Her pussy was lewdly spread before me. It was glistening, pink, and juicy. Jessica began to speak, "I am so glad that she is my roommate! Wow! That girl totally knows how to eat a cunt. I just told her get comfortable, because I was gonna sit on her face." Jessica's fingers drifted down to her wet hole. Two slipped inside with a squishy sound. "She stuck her tongue up my pussy and hit me in all the right places. I just totally used her. I ground my cunt on her face and made her lick it up. It was so nasty." 

Jessica was now full-on masturbating. One hand was buried in her cunt, while the other was strumming her clit. I moved off the couch and kneeled before her. I placed my tongue at her sweet hole and licked. She tasted so good. Her juices coated my chin. They were tangy, musky, and delicious. I began to lap away at her cunt with an almost religious fervor. Jessica stroked my hair, pulling me closer to her sex. She was now grinding my face, probably picking up where she and Shan left off. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the clock on the wall. It had been five minutes. As difficult as it was, I backed away from the task at hand. I knew pleasure still awaited me behind my bedroom door. So I pulled back and yelled, "Time."

"Bastard," Jessica spat as I stood up. "I was getting close. Everyone keeps leaving me hanging." 

I chuckled. "Sorry, it was time and I have a date with a teen slut," I said as I went to the bedroom. 

"But I'm a teen slut!" I heard Jessica plead as I knocked on the door. 

Hearing only muffled moans I went inside. The room was dark. I could barely see by the half-light of the outside street lamps. Sarah's clothes were in a rumpled heap just inside the doorway. She was now naked except for her black leather boots (What?! Sarah had surely taken the boots off to get out of her blue jeans. But when she was naked she then took the time to put them back on again? Interesting fetish, Sarah!) The two women were engaged in a heated, full-on, muff to mouth 69. On my bed! This was the stuff fantasies were made of. For a moment I took it in; two beautiful women were having sex on my bed! I couldn't stay on the sidelines for very long, though. I needed to be involved; I had to stick my cock in something warm, wet, and moist. I walked up and gave Sarah a hearty smack on the ass. She looked up me with glazed over eyes. Her expression was blank, as if she were lost. Sarah was in total lust with the coed beneath her. 

"Time to go. It's my turn." 

Sarah's face fell into dismay. While it was clear that Sarah didn't want to leave, she did so begrudgingly. After one last lick, she got off the bed and bent down to pick-up her discarded clothes. They were impossible to untangle and sort in the darkness. After a moment of frustration, I heard her say, "Fuck it. They are only going to be taken off anyway." With a sway of her ass, Sarah closed the door behind her. She had left the room completely bare-ass naked.

I looked down at Shannon. She was on her back and totally nude. Her legs had fallen open in a spread-eagle. Shannon's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. One hand was on her breast, playing with the nipple. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythmic gasping of her breath. The other hand was toying with her soggy cunt. I could hear a sloppy squishing sound as her finger slid in and out of her slit. Her hips were bucking upward against her hand, as she rode an ascending wave toward the crest of an orgasm. Shannon moaned low and deep. She was close. I had to stop her from cumming.




Oral Exam Ch. 08



I grabbed her hand by the wrist and tugged it away from her pussy. Shannon's eyes flew open. I could see rage. She tried to yank her hand out of my grip, but I held firm. "Shannon, you heard the rules, no cumming. It was your dare." I admonished her. "Now come over here" 

Shannon got up on all fours and turned towards me. I pulled down my zipper and reached inside my fly. My dick had risen to a semi-hard state. I felt so much more comfortable, now that I was able to pull it out of my pants. I held my Johnson at the base and waved it in front of Shannon's face. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of sucking my cock. I felt her tiny fingers wrap around my shaft, clutching it firmly. Her face moved in close. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. "Pfffwttttt!" Shannon spit on my dick. Her hand rubbed up and down, lubing up my cock with her saliva.

Shannon pulled my dick slightly upwards and took a detour. She shifted forward and buried her face in my balls. Her tongue swiped back and forth, running circles around my nuts. Shannon pulled back for a second, and then spit directly onto my nut-sack. This was too perfect; I was in heaven. To me, there are few things that are better than the decadent, luxurious sensation of a woman gently bathing my balls in sloppy spit. Shannon was an ace – she didn't care about the end result, she just liked to lick balls. This was unhurried and languishing, oral sex. I couldn't ask for anything better. I wanted Shannon to take her time. I was in no rush, and I didn't want to come too early. I felt certain that there were at few other interesting events that I would want to participate in later tonight.

My hand went to the back of Shannon's head. I ran my fingers through her bobbed hair as she continued to ply my nuts with her oral skills. Her hands moved to my hips. Groping my butt cheeks, she unbuttoned my pants. They fell to the floor and I kicked them out of the way. I felt a little pressure on my hips as if she was signaling me to turn. I was a little confused, but I followed Shannon's direction. My butt was now facing toward her. Her hands were on my ass, rubbing and kneading the skin. This was a bit odd, and things only got stranger from there.

Shannon pulled my cheeks apart and buried her face in my ass. Her hot breath warmed the "O" ring of my sphincter. I jumped. Shannon's nose ground into my skin, taking in the lingering, earthy smell of ass. I wasn't expecting for her to want to lick my butthole; but there she was, her face lined up with my asshole. Her tongue tentatively extended. It grazed the taut, clenched skin of the pucker. Her actions, while pleasurable, felt wet and ticklish. My hand went to my cock. It was throbbing and hard with arousal. I couldn't keep myself from stroking my dong. This was pure filth – absolute raunch – the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I could imagine. A hot, teenage student was licking my asshole while I was jacking off. And both she and I loved every lewd moment of the experience.

I heard Jessica yell, "Time," from the other room. Then the door opened and light flooded our bodies. "What the fuck?" I heard Jessica say in surprise. There it was; Shannon was eating my ass in full view of Jessica and Sarah. I was bent at the waist, stroking my cock, reveling in the gentle nudging of Shannon's tongue. I am sure it was a rather bizarre sight. 

But time was up. I unclasped Shannon's hands and stepped away from her face. My pants were on the floor and I was naked from the waist down. I turned around, patted her on the head, and said, 'Thanks Shan. That really hit the spot. I appreciate you licking my ass for me. Anytime you want do it again, just let me know." She blinked, clearly aroused and disoriented. Jessica and Sarah just stood there, mouths agape. "Well I guess it is my turn," I said. "Dare."      

"Big surprise, dude. There are two naked women in your bedroom, a third is missing panties, and you cock is blowing in the breeze. Fuckin' A you are gonna say dare," Sarah said. 

I chuckled. Sarah was sooooo right. "So what's it going to be then?"

"I think you need to be tied up and blindfolded. While you were in here getting a rim job, Jessica told me that you liked a little mystery when you fuck. I think we can oblige you. Now lean down Professor, so I can tie this scarf around your head." I did as Sarah commanded. She pulled an old winter scarf from my closet and tied it over my eyes. The world went completely black. "Now lie down on the bed." I felt a soft pair of hands guide me down to the mattress. I was now on my back, my cock still rigid and sticking up in the air. I could feel my heart nervously beating out the time, as I anxiously awaited a first touch. "Put out your arms and legs so that we can tie them to the bedposts." This got me nervous, there would be no going back from here. If I was tied up these sluts could do whatever they wanted, without any repercussion from me. What, though, did I have to be afraid of? I was already dead in the water if my students wanted to cause me trouble. Besides, this moment had the potential to be the most erotic one of my life. I extended my arms and legs. The women worked quickly. The binds were placed around my outstretched limbs, linking me to the bedposts. With a few tugs of a belt, I was securely locked into place. I was completely at the mercy of these three very horny women. 

It was quiet in the room. The tension was beyond anything I had yet experienced. I wanted them all; I needed them to take and ravish me- use me for their sexual pleasure. Without free movement or the use of my hands, I was powerless to act. I could only wait until they decided to take advantage of my current state. I heard whispering and a couple of giggles; they were surely plotting out their plan of attack. I couldn't make out any words, despite that I was straining to hear anything that would give me a clue to what was about to happen.... 

After an eternity, I heard Jessica's low sultry voice next to my ear. Soft and sexy she said, "Relax Professor. We are going to fuck you, one by one. We are going to put your hard cock inside each of our tight, little pussies. We are going to ride your shaft and bounce up and down on your dick. You just need to lie there and take it. Does that sound good, baby?" She then kissed my ear, soft and tender, before nibbling once gently on the lobe. I nodded feverishly. "I bet you like that idea. Would you like to fuck three little sluts? Our pussies are so wet. We all need a good fucking. I can see that you are very hard. Are you ready for us?" After asking the question Jessica leaned down and licked my nipple. She took it in her mouth and bit on it lightly. I also felt two other mouths – Sarah and Shannon – blowing hot air on my engorged cock. Their tongues snaked out and lick the head and shaft. I writhed in pleasure against the confines of my bonds. I needed this, my cock had buried to be inside one of these fuck-bunnies – and soon. 

I nodded and begged, "Please. Please fuck me. I need to feel a cunt around my cock. Give me your pussies. Fuck me."

Jessica stopped toying with my nipple and talked to me again, "Well, Professor, you are gonna have to wait. That was a bad, and oh sooo naughty thing you did to Shannon earlier. You wouldn't let her cum. I think that you need to be punished for being such a nasty Professor. We are going to leave you alone and see how you like it. Meanwhile the three of us are going to have a very good time on your floor. We'll make sure that we are extra loud so you can hear us scream in pleasure. When you do, just think of how good it would feel to fuck us, to stick your throbbing man-meat inside of our juicy cunts. I have such a wet cunt, and I know the other ladies do too. We are all ready for a hard fucking, but I think you need to learn you lesson first. Now girls, which of you bitches wants to eat me?"

The next few minutes were pure, exquisite torture. I was helpless and tied to a bed. I knew that just a few feet away delicious, coed, lesbian debaucheries were taking place on my bedroom floor. I could hear the moans. At first, they were individual in nature. I could by the tone or pitch which lady was gasping in desire – Jessica, Shannon, or Sarah. Soon, however, their moaning became an obscene hum. The ecstasy rang in my ears and reverberated in my brain. Images of naked female flesh, writhing and twisting in orgasmic delight, played in my mind. Occasionally a word or phrase floated above the cacophony of feminine bliss. "Finger my fuckin' cunt," "Lick it Bitch," and "Ooh, that's sooooo good!" rained in on my ears, driving me insane. The room was filled with undeniable scent of pussy. I inhaled, driving myself deeper into uncharted depths of desire. I am not sure if I had ever been this horny before. I desperately needed a release. I needed to stick my cock somewhere – anywhere. My rod was throbbing, fully upright, with wanton need. It didn't matter which hole – I just had to fuck. I pulled and strained at the bonds. No luck. These women had gotten to me. The sounds of licking, sucking, rubbing, and fingering were inescapable. I couldn't breathe because liquid was dripping from the air. The sex was unavoidable: it was molten, raw, electric – and just an arm's length away. 

I could imagine what was happening next me. My guess was that they had formed into a three way daisy-chain, a sort of triangle in which they were munched and could munch upon the two other women. I am not sure how long it lasted, since it seemed like an eternity. I do know, however, that it was Shannon who was the beginning of the end. Her voice broke away from the others when she wailed, "Oooooooooooohhhh God! I'm cumming! Lick my pussy! Make me cuuuuuuum!!!!" For a long moment, I took in the crescendo. Shannon's cum was perhaps the most joyful thing I had ever heard. I could visualize her on the floor, spasmodically bucking her teenage hips, trying to ride the wave of the "O," needing the fervent caress of a woman's tongue. I then heard her voice fall, gradually settling down to an exhausted, panting gasp. Jessica was next one to cum. Her release was a high pitched squeal. No words were apparent. Jessica's only sounds came from the tension playing between her sexual desire and release. The room fell silent, aside from the inevitable, breathless aftershocks. One was left. Sarah had not yet cum.

And then bliss. A warm, wet, velvety pussy descended upon my cock. It was slow and sensual, a smooth and unerring descent. I slid inside of her with ease, penetrating her pink, fuck hole. I felt engulfed in a deep, sloppy wetness. She bottomed out and sat still, impaled on my throbbing cock. She was taking me in, adjusting to my newfound presence inside of her. That didn't last, though. Sex cannot endure stillness; friction must occur. The screw began slowly, her ass grinding on my pubic bone. I thrust upwards in sharp quick strokes. She responded by adding bounce to her grind. I felt her ass rhythmically slapping against my skin, building a driving momentum. Other hands were rubbing me all over – my chest, my legs, and my hair. While only one woman was fucking my cock, this moment was truly a group effort. The woman bouncing on my dick leaned down, shook her chest, and rubbed her tits in my face. They were huge, round funbags that I desperately wanted in my hands. I knew it must be Sarah riding my cock; only she had tits that big. She moaned, "So good, so fucking good. I love fucking you. Your cock feels so hard deep inside my pussy. Oh God, I missed your cock. Fuck me like you fuck your slutty little students. Oh my. FUCK! That's it. I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sarah's body convulsed as an orgasm ripped her apart. She was a wild woman, twisting and turning on the shaft lodged inside of her well-fucked cunt. She collapsed on top of me, her massive tits pressed against my chest. I let her rest for a moment, to regain he breath before saying, "Sarah that was incredible. Thank you."

"Dude, I agree. I haven't cum like that in quite some time. Why did we ever stop fucking? That was just too good."

"I don't know. We just sort of did."

"Whatever. We just need to make sure we do it again." Sarah slid upwards and climbed off of my cock. I could hear the question in her voice, "Dude, did you cum?"

"No," I smiled. "I could use a little help with that."

With no hesitation I heard Shannon cut in, "My turn. Get your big old, ho' ass out of the way, Sarah. I need that wonderful dick." I heard both Jessica giggle and Sarah groan. Shannon kissed me lightly on the mouth and straddled my hips. She took my dick her soft hands and rubbed it firmly up and down against her fat pussy lips. She was wet and very ready. Shannon was so sloppy she was practically boiling over with her juices. Finding the hole, the head of my cock easily popped inside of her cunt. Shannon gave a quick startled gasp, before moaning, "Oh wow! Professor, this fuck is gonna feel so good! I am so horny. Fuckin' fuck me with your fat, fuckin' cock! Oh, Professor!" Wasting no time, she brought her hips down to meet mine. I was totally bottomed out inside of Shannon, balls deep. She flexed her legs and raised her hips, and then quickly brought them back down again. From the way she writhed on the cock that impaled her, I could tell that this was going to be a lively fuck. Shannon's passion flared, wasting no time. There would be nothing lovey-dovey for her. I guess her need was too great. She was searching out her orgasm, wanting it oh so desperately. There was a sexual fire inside of her that had to be quenched. Only a fuck topped with a cum could do it. It was building deep inside of Shannon's tight teen body, her hips rising and falling with unbridled violence and ferocity. 

Lewd sounds echoed off the walls of the room as she chanted, "Fuck me, fuck my eighteen year old pussy, pound it, make me cum, I'm a dirty slut, do my slutty teen pussy, do it, do it, do it, DO ME!!!!!" Not one to deny a lady, especially if she was a sexy teenage slut, I thrust my hips upward. I was rock-hard and exceptionally horny, but in a strange zone I don't think I had ever experienced before. I was so aroused it felt as though I had pushed through a wall. I was in no danger of cumming, rather I felt as if I could fuck all night. I felt as if could screw until my cock was raw and chafed from too much pussy friction. It was a completely freeing feeling. I could focus on fucking, and fucking alone. I did not have to worry about humping away past the point of no return. Although I was still tied up, I was able to get some force behind my fucking. For several minutes (time had become very uncertain) I drilled toward the ceiling, pounding and penetrating her sweet, teen pussy. Sloppy squishing sounds emanated from her cunt hole. Shannon screamed, loud and long, "I'm CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIINGGG!!!!" Her body shook and twitched on my shaft. She must have arched her back, because I felt Shannon's hands on my thighs. Her girl-cum coated my shaft. And I had still not cum myself....  

Shannon fell to the bed next to me. She lay on her side finding her breath. Her hand draped over my chest and toyed idly with my nipple. I felt Shannon's breath the moment before her lips locked onto mine. She kissed me lightly, softly. It was the barest of touches – so seductive and sweet. I tried to kiss her back, but I couldn't find her mouth. I could only find air. I am sure my attempt was comical, and indeed she chuckled softly before saying, "Baby, don't worry. I will take care of you. Relax." Your mouth touched mine again, but this time we didn't part. We stayed locked in that kiss, so soft and full of craving and desire, for some time. 

Meanwhile, there was one pussy that had not yet fucked me. Jessica parted the smooth folds of her labia with my engorged cock. She took me inside of her and once again I was engulfed in an incredible warmth and wetness. Slowly, Jessica moved her hips. This was a change from Shannon. There was no urgency; everything was easy and relaxed. Time seemed to stop, and my heart beat out the moments that passed. With every pulse we came together, and then fell apart. That is perhaps the greatest irony of lovemaking. For several long minutes our hips entwined, moving as a single unit. I was still kissing Shannon, but really I was making love to Jessica. Jessica said to me softly, her voice totally calm, "How does that feel? You feel so good inside of me. I love you sliding in and out of my pussy. You make me feel like a woman. Are you ready to cum? You have been hard for so long. You deserve to cum."

I broke contact with Shannon. "Are you sure? What about you?" I gasped, barely holding on.

"Don't worry about me, Professor. I want you to cum. I want you to cum side of me. Cum inside of my pussy, baby."

I felt so close to Jessica at that moment. Only the word intimate could describe what I felt. Forget the orgy. Forget the ferocious, animalistic sex. This, the here and now, was real. Emotion overcame me. The feelings were too much. I had been aroused by sexual depravity for so very long. No more. It was, in fact, Jessica that put me over the edge. My balls tightened and I felt the internal pulse of my orgasm. With one more thrust, I came inside of her, bathing her insides with my cum. 

Jessica lay on top of me for a long moment, holding me close. I wanted the feeling to always remain, to never fade – but that was not possible. While I wanted nothing more than to bask in the glow of Jessica, the reality was that I was still blindfolded and tied to the bed. Exhausted, I croaked, "Uh, ladies can you please untie me?"

Jessica laughed before she rolled off of me. She said, "You act like you have such a hard life, Professor. The blindfold was taken off and all three women worked on untying me. Shortly, I was free. After bending my limbs, I felt the blood beginning to flow again. But my eyes were getting heavy. Sleep was starting to overtake me. All three women were on my bed. It was crowded, but nonetheless delightful. I felt movement. Jessica repositioned herself, so that her face was at my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Go ahead and go to sleep. You need your rest. I just want to clean you up." I felt Jessica's tongue snake out and lick the tip of my softening shaft. She then wrapped her lips around me and took my shaft into her mouth. Jessica bobbed her head up and down several times before releasing my cock with a pop. "Mmmmm, very nice. I taste pretty good on you. I think I will call it a cum-sickle. A girl could get used to this, you know? But now I have licked you clean. No more cum. It's sad, but there will definitely be more. We still have things we need to do. I have couple of holes that must be filled, Professor. But that can wait until tomorrow. Until then, sleep tight."

And so I did....



Oral Exam Ch. 09



She panted softly, "In.... my ass"

"Louder. Where? I want to hear you while I am fucking you "

"My ass." Her voice was stronger and more confident, but still not as enthusiastic as I wanted it to be. 

"Where is my dick, you little fucking slut? Say it like you mean it? If you don't say it loud enough I will stop fucking you," I screamed as I rammed into her.

"Your dick is in MY ASS. Uhn.... Keep fucking me with it. DO ME! Ohhhh yeah.... fuck your slutty STUDENT'S ASS!!!!."

"Much better," I said. "Goddamn, Jessica, you have me so horny. I love your tight, teen ass. It feels so good working on my cock." 

Jessica had only one hand bracing herself against the shower wall. The other was frantically strumming her clit and fingering her pussy. She seemed lost to a pleasure filled oblivion. I could tell that she was close to a massive orgasm. She had been at the brink for so long. I heard her yell, "I love it to. DO it! Fuck my ass hard. Pound it! Ram it inside of me! Fuck my slutty teen ass. Make me cum. Make my ass cum! Ram it into me! Fucking fuck my tight teen VIRGIN ass!"

What?! I had not expected the word "virgin" to tumble from Jessica's lips. No one had ever been inside of her ass before? She had never taken another cock up her beautiful teen butt hole? I was the first to carnally know the intimate wonders of her eighteen year old backdoor? Sweet! That single word jump started me into action. I let out a furious, guttural roar and began to fuck her hard and deep. I was a man possessed. My hips slammed into her no-longer virgin ass, sending a lewd wet slapping sound echoing off the tile walls. I pulled Jessica's wet hair, knotting it around my fist. She was now practically standing, as banged her harder and harder. Our lips met feverishly, frantically burning for the refreshment of a kiss. Our tongues intertwined - doing the same timeless dance my cock was doing with Jessica's ass. 

Jessica's lips pressed to mine as she let out a terrible scream. Her body went rigid and still. I could feel jolts of pleasure course up and down her limbs. Her breathing was a pant, and then she went limp. Jessica had cum.

I was close and needed to finish. I pulled out of Jessica's backdoor, and started to frantically stroke my cock. It was still slippery from the bath gel that had lubricated my entry to heaven. Jessica had turned around and could see what I was doing. Her eyes locked on my hard cock as I stroked it to orgasm. Wordlessly, she fell to her knees. She pulled her hair back out of her eyes and opened her mouth wide. I knew her intentions. Her desire was clear. She smiled a wan exhausted smile and then simply waited. A moment later jizz exploded from the end of my cock. The first blast hit her across the forehead, while the next landed on her chin. The third and fourth hit their mark, landing in her mouth spot on. The rest was small spurts and dry heaves. With a gulp, Jessica swallowed my cum. She then licked her lips clean. Her hand reached up to tickle my balls. The touch was teasing and tender, a sign of her fulfilled desire. Her nails scratched lightly at the soft skin of my sack. She looked so amazing, so sexy and beautiful, looking up at me - her face splattered with nut. I guess that I am a romantic.

*****

We rinsed the soap and cum from our bodies before kissing again in the shower. This time it was soft, sensual, perhaps even loving. Our desire, while still lingering beneath surface, was not the raging flame it once was. Instead, it was a smolder, a slow burn. I felt relaxed, there in Jessica's arms. I held her and she held me. Our breathing was a syncopated rhythm. The water pelted down, making us feel like we were necking in the rain. Unfortunately, the shower was turning cold. No fun! We had to get moving.

We got out of the shower and toweled off. Jessica leaned up to kiss my cheek. She then said to me, sounding perhaps a little more uncertain and girlish than usual, "That was... amazing.... Professor. Um, thank you. I will never forget it. You made everything feel very special. I will probably, like, walk a little funny for the next few days, but I am not sure if I have ever been so turned on."

"It was great for me too Jessica. I am honored. So that really was your first time?"

"Oh yeah, aside from a few fingers and a vibrator Shan likes to abuse me with. Those don't really count. A cock is so different.... so much better. It is such a different feeling. It is like... I don't know... maybe it is just about being full and dirty... it is about being so nasty that I am taking a cock in a place where it is not supposed to go. Oh yeah. That's hot. Do you understand?"

"I think I do," I said.

Jessica continued, "It was really good and I have be so curious for, like, a long time. I mean, I don't think I will want it every day, but it probably is a good treat every now and then. Cool?"

"Yeah," my voice trailed off as I thought for a moment. I could hear my stomach rumbling. "Not to change the subject, but I'm getting a little hungry. Would you like to go out with me and get some fast food and then bring it back?"

"Oh, that sounds good!" Jessica squealed in delight. Her uncovered tits shook as she clapped her hands together. "How about Taco Bell? They should be open."

"I think I can make a run for the border," I grinned. "Jessica, do you like your taco shells hard or soft?"

She grinned back, "Hard Professor. Definitely hard."

*****

We were now sitting in a long line of cars snaking through the Taco Bell parking lot. The car ahead of us was placing its order into the squawking drive-through box. Jessica, who was next to me lip-synching along to the Pussy Cat Dolls (It seemed that she wanted me to loosen up her buttons -- big surprise), had already given me her order. Two hard shell tacos and a chicken soft taco. My mind wandered and I thought about what happened after the shower. 

Earlier that evening, when we were done drying off, Jessica and I crept naked back into my bedroom. We tiptoed in expecting to find Sarah and Shannon asleep. I guess we weren't the only ones who were horny, though. Shannon was on top, naked and lewdly grinding her teen pussy in Sarah's face. At the same time, Shannon was also busy hungrily lapping away at Sarah's spread-eagle cunt. A chorus of "oooooohs," "unhs," and "ahhhhhhhs" filled the room. They were lost in the carnal delights of pussy eating (and they both had delightful pussies -- I knew from experience). Shannon and Sarah didn't seem to notice that Jessica and I had entered the room. Instead, these two beautiful sluts obliviously continued to lick, suck, and finger fuck each other's genitals with abandon. 

Jessica turned to me and made "sshh" gesture with her finger. I smiled back. I could see her devious mind at work - so hot! Jessica tiptoed over to the bed, raised her arm high in the air, and brought it down hard, heavy, and fast onto the left cheek of Shannon's tight, little ass.

There is nothing quite like the dull fleshy sound of a spanking. This one, however, was a spanking supreme! Jessica - that evil and naughty woman - had outdone herself. Her aim was dead-on, precisely striking the fleshy heart of Shannon's buttock. The force of the smack echoed off my walls and in my brain. Shannon, who was completely caught off guard, howled in pain. She rolled off of Sarah and sat upright. Her face was a mixture of confusion, arousal, and rage. "You bitch, I WAS gonna cum!" Shannon wailed. Jessica, who had the good sense to step back, burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Distraught and looking for support, Shannon looked at me. I could see the obvious want and desperation in her eyes. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Even Sarah, who was clearly frustrated by Shannon breaking their torrid sixty-nine, smiled before pulling her back onto the bed. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." Jessica asserted as she giggled girlishly. Her eyes were flickering with laughter. Jessica was so sexy when she lied and teased. "The Prof and I were getting hungry, and were thinking about going to Taco Bell. Care to tag along?"

Sarah quickly answered, "No, but thanks dude. We were rudely interrupted and Shannon has some business that she really needs to finish. And I think we have plenty to eat."

"Cool. We'll just grab our clothes and go then," I said. Sarah and Shannon didn't even respond. They simply fell back to their old rhythm and started again.

*****

The vehicle in front of me moved. I took my foot off the break and lightly tapped the gas. My car eased into position alongside the brightly lit outdoor menu. I rolled down my window and turned down PCD. Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, "harrumphed," and frowned at me in mock irritation. I chuckled and she smiled back. We were four car lengths away from the check-out window. This was going to take awhile.

A female voice that sounded oh so thrilled to be working the late shift, broadcast over the intercom system, "Welcome to Taco Bell. Can I take your order?"

I replied, "Yeah, sure. I'd like four hard shelled tacos, two chicken soft tacos, and a...." My voice trailed off. My focus was in changed in mid-sentence. I looked down. Jessica's hand was in my lap. She had unzipped my pants and was reaching inside. I could feel her fingertips probing gently at my cock. She pulled it through the hole in my boxers and the hole in my pants. God, she couldn't be serious?!

"Sir, was there anything else?" the voice over the intercom queried.

Hot damn! Focus on the order not the handjob. "Uh yeah. I needed a beef mexi-melt too."

Jessica spit on my cock. A long line of drool trailed from her lips down to my crown. She then slurped up her spittle in a single forceful suck -- so sexy. Her eyes gazed up at me, laughing at the awkward situation she had put me in. "Ok a mexi-melt. Do you want anything to drink with that?" the disembodied voice said. Jessica's hand wrapped around my shaft, and lightly began to slide up and down. She spit on my cock again, lubricating my shaft with her natural moisture. She was making sloshy, squishy sounds as she stroked my hard cock up and down.

"Ummmm, no. That ok," I yelled out the window to the menu display. I could hear my voice warble as I talked. This handjob felt so fucking good. Her hand was rotating around my shaft as it went up and down. The two forms of rubbing were filling me with need.

Jessica's head descended onto my cock. She ran her warm lips along the side of the shaft. Slurp! She blew little feather kisses from top to bottom - and then back up again. Jessica was a juicy teen with sucking away at a lollipop dick. "Any sauce with that?" 

Jessica raised her head off of my cock and yelled loudly, "No that's ok. I think I will have plenty sauce right from the tap." She looked so nasty, blonde hair framing her face and saliva dripping down her chin.

The woman over the intercom paused for a moment before responding, "What?" She sounded very confused.

Jessica didn't answer the woman's question. Instead, she went back down on my cock. I could feel her teeth gently scraping against the sides of my dick. This time she took my length fully down her throat I could hear her gag, as spit drooled onto my pants. What a wonderful, naughty slut! 

"Sir?"

I was shaken from the amazing blowjob playing out in my lap. I know my voice was quivering when I answered the intercom, "Never mind, just throw in whatever."

"Ok pull around."

One car had already gotten its food and left the line. Two more to go. I turned the radio back up. The song had changed. Trent Rezner of Nine Inch Nails was now singing, "I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside." While the transition from PCD to NIN was a little odd, I took it in stride. Besides, I am not sure if there was any song that was more appropriate for this moment. I did want to fuck her like an animal. I did want to feel her from the inside. I wanted to use her mouth like a cunt. This public blowjob in the drive through of a Taco Bell had gotten to me. Anyone could look in the window of my car and see this hot slut giving me sloppy wet head. She drove me nuts. I needed to bang the shit out of this corn-fed, Midwestern, teen princess. I needed her to yummy down on my raging cock.

I looked down at Jessica and said, "I assume you aren't going anywhere?" 

Jessica mumbled the word, "Nope" around my throbbing cock. I laughed. She was absolutely unbelievable. I edged my car forward, filling the empty space in front of me. Jessica had the first inch or two of my cock between her lips. Her mouth formed an airtight suction, which was sliding oh so excruciatingly up and down. Her tongue was swirling and dancing around the sensitive underside of my shaft. My glands were being coaxed toward a world of pleasure. I placed my palm on the back of her head and began stroking Jessica's long blonde hair. At the roots, she was still a little damp from our shower. Her tongue kept hitting the same spot on the underside of my cock. Faster and faster it went - her skills edging me further along.

"Fuck that is right! That feels so good! Suck it." I muttered to Jessica. I didn't want to her take too long, to draw out the tease. This situation demanded speed. She had gotten me horny so quickly. Despite the fact that I had already had two massive, mind-blowing orgasms that evening, I wanted to cum again. "Suck my cock! I want you to swallow my cum!" She took my words as cues to pick up the pace. Her tongue was a hurricane on my dick. So good! The car in front of me moved. I filled its spot. I wondered if the people ahead of us could see what was going on in the car behind them. Could they see Jessica's blonde head bobbing up and down in their rear-view mirror? Probably not, but it was still a turn on none-the less. I balled up Jessica's hair in my fist and pushed her head downward. I could hear her gag on my throbbing rod, but she still took it in. I pulled her back up and then forced her down again. She got the idea; Jessica knew what I was looking for. She too liked it rough.

Jessica was moving up and down of her own volition. Her mouth was inhaling my cock. This was a sloppy blowjob; spit was flying everywhere. Despite her own movements, I needed to be an active player. I was still pushing and pulling her head up and down, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. Not enough. I wanted to bury my finger in her pussy. I pulled up her skirt and moved my hand to her crotch. I roughly pulled Jessica's panties to one side and found her moist slit. She was juicy and clearly turned on. Without consideration or finesse, I shoved my finger inside of her teenage twat. She groaned around my shaft in time with the entrance of my finger. I muttered two words to her, "Suck it!" Then I added a second and third finger to her inflamed cunt. The fourth and final car moved out of the line. It was time to pull up alongside the check-out window. I felt it was only fair to give Jessica a warning, "I am about to pull up to the window." She pulled her mouth off my cock. For a moment, I felt disappointment wash over me. Then she smiled, looked at me sweetly with her baby-blues, and said, "Good." He then lowered her head to lick alongside my sloppy, wet shaft. I smiled back, as I continued to finger-fuck her sloppy, eighteen year old pussy. 

I moved my car up alongside the window. A cute Latina chick of about eighteen or nineteen was working the register. She was wearing a very non-flattering Taco Bell uniform, but I could see ripe and luscious curves hiding underneath. She didn't see us at first from her vantage point, but then she looked down and into my car. I am sure that we were an obscene sight. Jessica was sucking my cock, my hips were bucking into her face, and three of my fingers were drilling away at her pussy. 

The check-out girl's jaw dropped. She tried to speak a couple of times and no words came out. I just threw my head back and smiled. Jessica (I am sure she knew full well what she was doing) moaned loudly against my dick, "Oh Professor I love sucking your cock. It tastes so good. Yeah, finger-fuck my pussy. Use me like the slut that I am. I love three fingers up my fuckin' cunt. Let's hurry home so you can fuck my tight ass again." The Taco Bell woman's hand clapped to her mouth in shock and disbelief. Jessica was so damn nasty. I didn't say a word. Instead, I simply put my free hand back on top of Jessica's head and started pushing. I heard Jessica gag loudly. Then I let out a long groan of satisfaction. 

The woman said, "Ummmm, that will be $8.34. I'll go get your order." I pulled the money out of my wallet and handed it to her. She turned briskly on her heel and walked away. 

Jessica giggled and went back to work on my cock. I relaxed in the car seat. I was still finger-fucking her sweet, teen snatch but it was at a playful tempo. My other hand was still on the back of Jessica's head. I was stroking her hair in time to the rhythm of her licks. Jessica's hand was fishing around in my pants. She was cupping my balls, rolling them between her insistent fingers. I was close. The electric sensations were too much. I wanted to cum in Jessica's mouth. I wanted to bury my shaft in the back of her throat. I wanted her to gulp down my jizz, the white hot torrent that would cum spilling from the tip of my schlong. But I also needed to time this just right.

The cute Taco Bell woman appeared back at the window. She looked down at us and smiled nervously. She said, "Did you say whether you needed any sauce with your order?"

It was time. I gasped and panted. I felt my body jerk and my hips buck. I was fucking Jessica's sweet mouth, while holding her in place with my hand. My head was turned so that I was staring into the eyes of the Taco Bell woman. She had an odd, off-kilter smile on her face. She silently watched me cum, to see me unload my ball batter into Jessica's mouth. Jessica gurgled in my lap as she massaged my balls. She was trying to drain every drop of hot, thick, white batter from my furious cock. The seed shot out of the hole and pelted the back of her throat. Once, twice, three times, four. My jizz exploded into her mouth, coating her tonsils. I fell back to my seat, head lolling to the side. So sweet.

Jessica rose up from my lap. She looked out the window and smiled at the woman in the Taco Bell uniform. Cum was dribbling from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. It was so sexy. Jessica wiped my sperm off her face with the back of her hand and then licked it up. For the finale - the final coup d'etat - she gargled with my cum, blowing little bubbles. After swallowing in an over-emphasized gulp, she said with confidence, "His sauce is pretty good, nice, warm, and creamy, but I could use something spicier. Have you got anything like that?"

The woman still had a bemused expression on her face. Her thoughts were difficult to read - but maybe I was just too tired from cumming for the third time that night. The attendant spoke softly as she held out the sack of food, "Yeah, I think so. It is in the bag." 

"Cool." Jessica said. She reached over me and grabbed the bag of tacos through the window. I think Jessica's hand lightly brushed against the Taco Bell woman's fingertips. They lingered there - together - for a moment too long. Damn, Jessica was incorrigible. "I like it spicy," Jessica said, settling back into her seat. She turned back to me and said, "You ready to go Professor. We're holding up the line."

I chuckled, gave a little wave, and pulled away. I rolled up the window, to shut out the cold night air. The orgasm had settled me. The roads were peaceful, and a hint of snow was starting to fall. It was beautiful, shimmering in the moonlight. Meanwhile, Jessica was rummaging through the Taco Bell bag. I could hear the rustling of taco wrappers and....




Oral Exam Ch. 09



"Voila!" Jessica exclaimed. I looked over at her in the seat next to me. She holding a piece of paper and was practically beaming. "I thought so. What a naughty minx."

"Huh?"

"Tell me Professor, the woman who took our order, the one who saw me slurping on your delicious, hard cock - did you find her attractive?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Why?" Where was she going with this?

"Because she wants us to fuck her. She gave put her number in the bag, and I think we need to give her a call."



Oral Exam Ch. 10



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first nine stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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I sniffed. The tangy smell of sizzling bacon flooded my nose. Bright morning sunlight pushed its way through the blinds. I could hear the wind whipping outside my window. I was awake -- naked -- and ready to face a new day.

The previous night was still a blur. Jessica and I got back from Taco Bell to find Shannon and Sarah lying in each other's arms. Jessica and I had been talking and thinking about the phone number we had just been given. She couldn't wait to tell the others about what we had done in the drive through line. We were also both very excited about bringing another up-for-anything hottie into our play group. The check-out girl was pretty and seemingly up for a very good time. The partially-masked curves beneath her uniform promised that she had an interesting figure. We both wanted the opportunity to conduct a deeper investigation. And Jessica and I were certainly were looking forward to snacking on a tight, little Latina pussy. Mmmmmmn!

Those thoughts were immediately cast aside when we saw the raunchy and erotic display Sarah and Shannon were putting on in my bed. They were clutching each other, kissing and caressing. They had seemed to have just come down from what must have been a very potent orgasm. Now they were lying on their sides: lips to lips, breasts to breasts, legs delightfully intertwined. I could hear the smooth sound of skin sliding on skin, as their hands roamed the other's body.

Jessica and I marveled at this sexy, Sapphic sight. She led me by the hand over to the bed. She then tapped Sarah on the shoulder and asked brightly, "Would you mind if we join you?" 

Sarah broke her kiss with Shannon to say, "Of course, the more the merrier. Shannon, can you scoot your sweet ass over?" Shannon giggled and made room. Jessica and I got undressed and got into bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but believe me that wasn't a problem. I was sharing a bed with three sexy angels, all of which were naked. What could be wrong with that?

While I didn't have sex again that evening, it was still pleasurable nonetheless. I was at the center of a tangle of femininity. I shared countless kisses, touches, and caresses with these three goddesses. Light, grazing fingers fluttered up and down my body. One moment a mouth was at my nipple, gently biting and teasing my sensitive tip. The next, a hand was slowly sliding down my ass to cup my balls. My lips were always covered with another much softer pair. I was floating in a sex saturated heaven.

I watched the ladies have sex with each other, matching off in a dynamic and shifting schema of combinations. I think they all took turns with each other, but I lost track in the midst of the heady kisses I was sharing. The scent of girl-cum filled the room, making the walls seem to drip with pure sex. 

Perhaps the most erotic moment was the pairing of Jessica and Sarah. The two women had been circling around each other all evening. They clearly were very turned on by each other, yet they were still wary. Their congress began with a kiss -- gentle and light, tentative even -- on the lips. From that moment they seemed to melt into each other. The two women fell onto the bed, clutching and groping their way towards sex. Jessica moved lower, to nuzzle at Sarah's hefty tits. Jessica's mouth captured Sarah's erect nipples, while her hand sought out Sarah's dripping honey pot. Sarah gasped as Jessica's fingers found their mark. While I couldn't really see (Shannon was too busy Frenching me), I knew that Jessica must have found Sarah's clit.

That was the beginning. Jessica finger fucked Sarah for an unknown amount of time. It was a beautiful moment that seemed to draw out forever. Sarah rose and fell with several cascading orgasms. At some point Sarah pushed Jessica away. I guess the sensitivity was too much. Sarah didn't end things there, though. Instead, she buried her fingers into Jessica's tasty, little snatch. It was such a sight to see Jessica holding Sarah's hand tightly against her crotch, while writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy.

It was too much, though. I was drained. My eyes closed, and I could not re-open them again. I fell asleep satiated and satisfied. I could only dream of the new pleasures that would await me the next day. My bed was disheveled, and empty (aside from myself). Several interesting stains from the night before marked my sheets. Laundry would have to become a top priority. A couple piles of clothes littered my bedroom floor. Bras, panties, and skirts -- oh my! I stretched and rolled out of bed. My feet hit the floor. I balled and curled my toes in the thick, shag carpeting. It felt strangely comforting. I padded out the door to survey what was going on in my living room. I was still naked, my dick swinging freely between my legs.

I could hear the shower going in my bathroom. Should I go in? There was sure to be at least one hot-to-trot slut getting all lathered up and soapy clean in my shower. A pleasant thought! First, though, I wanted to check out who was cooking what in my kitchen. 

Sarah was bent over my stove, a frying pan in one hand and a cooking fork in another. Her chestnut brown hair fell carelessly around her shoulders. She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine that must have come from my closet. The white, loose-fitting fabric barely covered her shapely ass. As she moved, the rounded curves of her butt cheeks peeked out from underneath the hem. Then she moved again, and they were gone. Sarah was in a perfect position. I was sure that I could walk up and thrust my dick inside of her pussy all in a single fluid motion. All I needed to do was to hike that shirt up a little higher. 

My cock was in a semi-hard state. I wasn't quite ready for a fuck, but I was close. Sarah, nearly naked and cooking breakfast in my kitchen, went a long way to getting me erect. I crept up behind her and placed my dick against the cleft of her ass. It felt comfortable, just lying there between her two cheeks. I put one hand on her hip while the other cupped her tits from the front. A nipple poked through her t-shirt and I pinched it lightly. I exhaled warm air on her neck and ear. I captured the lobe between my lips and began to suck and lick. 

Sarah swooned. Her hair was damp. I could smell the clean scent of soap lingering on her milky-white skin. She arched her back and moaned into me, "Ooooooh.... Mmmm.... That feels nice. Good morning to you too." I held the embrace, lightly stroking her tits. I gently nuzzled Sarah's neck. My hand, which was resting on her hips, began a slow descent to the juncture between her thighs. I touched paradise. Sarah's pussy was completely unfettered; my grad student friend (fuck buddy?) was sans panties. My hand slowly traveled the length of Sarah's slit. It moved incrementally so that I could feel every nuance -- every bump, crevice, and groove - of Sarah's velvety pussy lips. She cooed at my touch. I felt her shudder under the erotic weigh of the situation. Involuntarily, her almost bare ass pushed backwards. Sarah was grinding against my hardening phallus. Her need was overwhelming her. I could feel slippery traces of moisture burbling up from her pussy. This was a cue to dip my index finger ever so slightly into Sarah's drooling cunt. 

"Oh, that is so good," Sarah moaned softly. She closed her eyes, and threw her head back. A world of bliss floated around her. She was riding a cloud of sexual pleasure. I pushed my finger deeper into Sarah's cunt. It slid inside with a wet crinkly sound. I was in up to the second knuckle. I worked my finger around, swirling a maelstrom of female juices. Her hips bucked and thrust onto my finger. Her ass banged against my cock. 

One hand braced herself against the stove, the other pulled my invading digit from its wet, pink sanctuary. Sarah held me firmly by the wrist and lifted my cum-soaked finger to her mouth. Her lips parted, and I felt Sarah take my finger -- slowly, sensuously - down her throat. She bobbed once, twice, three times before licking her lips. "My pussy tastes so good," Sarah said. She sounded like a cat purring. "I want to do the same thing with your cock." She turned her head to face me. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. In a single movement, Sarah did a sexy, feminine hair flip before picking up the fork to turn the sizzling bacon. Her ass was a bubble. Sarah was bent at the waist, poised and ready.

While sometimes clueless, today I wasn't blind. I took the hint. I bunched the t-shirt around Sarah's slender waist. The magnificent globes of her ass came full on into view. Her pussy was a wonderland of soft, folded flesh. I am such a lucky man! 

I gripped my cock at the base and rubbed it against her moist pussy lips. My dick quickly lined up with the slot between the folds. She gasped and pleaded, "Please! Do it. I want to feel your warm cock inside of me. Give it tome. Fuck me." I too felt that same sense of desire. I did not want to be contained. I wanted to fuck! After a brief moment's tease (for that was all I could handle), I pushed my way inside Sarah's steaming precipice. 

Boy, she was tight! I could feel the walls of Sarah's cunt parting as I worked the head of my dick inside her molten hole. That first amazing sensation hit me -- a wave of steaming, wet warmth. Nothing is quite like it; there is no better feeling than the first thrust. It is pleasure beyond all description. She was clutching me, holding me firmly, with the vice-like grip of her sugar walls. We both let out a great "oopf" as I pushed deeper.

When I hit bottom she drew in air between her teeth. She said, "That's soooo fucking good. Mmmmmm... now pull out baby. It's your turn to cook the bacon." I did as commanded. I was sad that my cock had to leave the sanctuary of Sarah's sheltering pussy. I also knew, however, that my dick would be well taken care of. Sure enough, Sarah fell to her knees. My rod glistened wetly with a thick coating of Sarah's feminine juices. 

She took my cock in her hand and began to plant teasing, wet butterfly kisses all up and down the shaft. Those kisses soon became licks, as she incorporated her tongue into her oral technique. I looked at her as she gazed up at me though smoky, hot eyes. "I love the taste of my pussy on your cock" Sarah mumbled around the meaty slab in her mouth.

Up and down Sarah went, sliding her lips along my shaft. She dipped down for a moment to tongue my balls, before going back to her primary target. Sarah captured the head between her lips, biting down gently. I smiled, letting her know that I was comfortable with whatever she wanted to do. Sarah giggled before throwing her head back onto my pulsating shaft.

Everything became sloppy and wet. Sarah formed a suction ring with her lips as she took me deeper into her throat. Drool covered her cheeks and ran down her chest. Little bits of spit went flying in every direction. Each movement took me a little further until she had about three-quarters of my length down her throat. "That's right, suck my cock!" I moaned. Sarah continued slurping away, contentedly. Nothing was rushed; instead she seemed to be enjoying the blowjob for its own sake. I could just throw my head back, brace myself against the stove, and revel in the masterful tongue-work lashing at my dick. But then there was the bacon. It was getting pretty well done, so I turned off the stove. I put it on the side burner to get it off the direct heat. The food would wait. The blowjob wouldn't. 

I needed more. This long languishing blowjob was nice, but I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be held tight by a warm, wet pussy - and I think Sarah was ready for a fucking too. I pulled Sarah up by her shoulders and motioned her over to the table. A long string of spittle dangled lewdly from Sarah's red lips. "Hop on, I want to fuck you" I said. I am sure it sounded very romantic. 

Sarah just nodded, with lust burning in her eyes. She climbed on top of my dining room table and spread her legs wide. Her hands went immediately to her snatch. One hand rubbed her clit, while the other opened her delicious nether lips. She was ready and waiting to be fucked.

I stepped between her legs and looked down. Sarah, who was strumming furiously at her clit, was an image of raw sexuality. I aimed my cock right at Sarah's splayed cunt. I moved my hips forward. I felt myself sliding smoothly into Sarah's warm, juicy hole. My balls tapped against the cheeks of her ass. A feeling of bliss washed over me; my entire core was centered on my cock. I pulled back, and then pushed in again. I was moving slowly -- steadily -- as I built up the rhythm of our fuck. My strokes were long and deep. I would hold each as I bottomed out in Sarah's juicy pussy. Her pussy walls seemed to flutter and caress my cock with every stroke. So fucking good! 

I wanted to take my time, to make this a deep and driving fuck. Sarah writhed beneath me, twitching on the dong that was impaling her. She arched her back, breathed in deeply, and moaned, "Oh God, ohhhhh that feels so fucking good! Mmmmmmmmmn... ohhhhhhhh... fuck me...." Was she cumming? Holy fuck! That was quick! 

I didn't want to give her time to come down. Hopefully, this orgasm would just push her to the next one -- and that one would be that much harder. I drove my dick deeper into her, this time with increased force. I wanted to give it to her, to bang her pussy so that she could lose herself wholly in the orgasm. 

The force of my thrusts shook the table. It skittered along the floor, and backed into the wall. Each movement of my hips was hard, wracking -- pounding. Sarah took my pistoning cock inside of her clutching cunt. Each thrust solicited a new moan. Through sheer fucking, I pulled a bawdy string of expletives from her throat, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, do my fucking pussy. Ohhhhhhh, I like it.... Ram my hole.... HARD!!!" I pulled Sarah's ankles over my shoulders so that I could really thrust into her voluptuous body. Her tits shook lewdly with ever thrust. My balls smacked against her rounded ass. I was really banging her, when she exploded for the second time. Her voice was a high pitched wail. Sarah's body shook and trembled beneath me. Her arms swung wildly as the release of tension overtook her. Sarah's pussy twitched and spasmed. She coated my cock with her juices. Cum overflowed her fiery pussy and ran down the crack of her ass. Sarah's entire body was an arch as she came on my dining room table. 

I let her rest for a moment. She looked so beautiful sprawled out beneath me. Sarah's breathing was shallow and quick as she came down off the orgasm. Every muscle in her body released as the afterglow of the cum set in.

Sarah's eyes opened. They were sleepy and content, but they still pulled in my gaze. Her voice was almost a purr as she said, "Oh yeah. Fuck that was good. I got mine so you need to get yours. Use my cunt, Professor. Fuck me until you cum. I want to feel you shoot your warm cum inside my pussy. Blast me with your load." 

That was what I needed to hear. I leaned over Sarah's body to get maximum leverage. Her feet were up around my ears as I rammed my shank into her. I wanted to drive my cock as deep inside of Sarah's cunt as I could. I wanted her to feel it at the core of her being. 

From that first driving thrust I was a madman. My hips were flying with unmitigated lust. Our pubic bones crashed into each other over and over again. Our stomachs slapped together in a lewd symphony. Sarah's dripping sex felt so good clutching my rock-hard cock. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in even closer. This was animalistic, bestial -- pure rutting.

I could feel it; the orgasm was no longer a goal in the distance. It was taking me over at a furious rate. I needed my release. Sarah's pussy was too fucking good. I could only see red. Sarah was so beautiful -- so slutty -- lying on the table, completely open for my dick. She was a horny, slut goddess split in two by my relentless assault. Thrust after thrust impaled her gloriously tight pussy. I was driven by the fuck, the need to pummel her with my dick. I loved hearing the table quake with every thrust, to see her lost in the sensation of the banging.

I was so close. I needed to nut. My loins ached with flaming want and desire. I felt a small hand wrap around balls. The little fingers gingerly worked and massaged my nut sack. A soft, sultry, feminine voice whispered in my ear, "Cum inside her. I want to eat your cum from her cunt." Jessica's voice was too much. I came in an incoherent roar. Spurt after spurt of jizz shot from the tip of my cock. Sarah's hungry pussy immediately swallowed the spunk. 

I closed my eyes and stood motionless for a long moment. My breathing gradually began to revert back to normal. What an amazing way to start off a day!

I felt a hand tapping me on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Jessica and Shannon right behind me -- both still fresh and wet from the shower. While they had towels wrapped around their sexy coed bodies, I was sure they were nude underneath. Jessica spoke, "Professor, I believe that you are in my place. Can you move, please?" She sounded so polite. Propriety is everything, I guess, when one is asking to eat man chowder cum out of a pussy that had just been fucked wide-open. 

I scooted out of the way and plopped down in a chair next to my dining room table. Sarah's head lolled to the side as I sat down. I blew her a kiss. She breathed in sharply. Jessica's head was now buried in Sarah's drooling crotch. I could hear the soft, wet sound of Jessica lapping away at Sarah's cunt. Jessica seemed to savor the flavor of sperm mixed with pussy juice. That's good; there was plenty of it. Sarah once again started down the road to orgasm. This time, though, Jessica would be the guide.

I was shaken from this vision by the clattering sound of a dish being placed in front of me. I looked down. Lying haphazardly on a plate were a few strips of bacon and some scrambled eggs (I guess they were finished before I arrived on the scene). Shannon said lightly, "Jessica's got her breakfast, you need yours. Besides you need to keep up your strength." Shannon dropped the fluffy white towel covering her body. Shannon's tight, teen form -- from legs to pussy to tits -- came completely into view. She did a cute and sexy pirouette before kissing me on my cheek. Shannon flashed me a winning smile of pearly, white teeth and ruby, red lips. I smiled back, toasted her with a piece of bacon, and began to chew.

The show in front of me was getting pretty intense. Sarah looked like she was almost ready to cum again. She was mauling her own tits by pinching and rubbing the nipples. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Jessica's head. Jessica's golden blonde hair hid everything going on between Sarah's thighs. Sarah's hips were thrusting upward, grinding into Jessica's face. She moaned, "Lick it you slut. Oh yeah, do you like it? Eat my fucking pussy you sweet little whore. Ohhhhh.... Lick all that nasty cum out of my nasty snatch.... fuck...." 

I picked up a fork full of eggs and shoveled them into my mouth. They were tasty, but a little cold. Out of the periphery of my vision I saw Shannon duck under the table. Dear God, she wasn't going to, was she? Yup, she was? I felt her pull my legs apart. Her warm breath circulated around my sloppy crotch. So much for eating breakfast. 

The remnants of my fuck with Sarah still coated my shaft. Shannon held the head of my cock between her thumb and index finger. Her tongue snaked out and licked me at the base. Then, with a second long lick, Shannon painted my entire length with her saliva. "Mmmmmm. I love the taste of Sarah's juices on your cock. She tastes so good and it is so nasty," I heard Shannon moan from my lap. "I want to suck the cum off your cock, Professor." She licked me again, before her sweet, teen mouth completely consumed my meat.




Oral Exam Ch. 10



So I leaned back in my chair and watched the lesbo action unfurl in front of me. Sarah, who was already cresting on an orgasm high when Jessica began to her chow on her twat, was going off for a third time. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Sarah's eyes were closed; her face was contorted in bliss. 

At the same time, I was nearing my breaking point. This would be a quick one. It had snuck up on me fast and furious. Who cares if I came before, just a few short minutes ago? I was sure that I would cum again very soon. Shannon was an artist at work - a master cocksucker. My dick and balls were being licked, teased, rubbed, fondled, nibbled, sucked, stroked, and swallowed with fervent abandon. Her head pulled back and Shannon spit on my dick. A long line of drool trailed from her lips to my throbbing member. It was wet and sloppy, just how I like it. It seemed that's how Shannon liked it too.

With every touch she brought me closer to shooting my fat load. She was stroking my cock as she beat her tongue with the well-moistened tip. Her hand was moving in small spirals up and down my rod. Shannon's mouth was wide-open as she looked up at me with wanton, crystal clear eyes. Her face expressed overwhelming desire. Shannon's was the face of a woman who truly loved to suck dick. I put my hand to the back of her head and pushed. Once again, she fell on my cock -- licking and swallowing it whole. 

I ran my fingers through Shannon's bobbed hair as she snarfed up my length. She was throwing herself wholly onto my bulging rod. Shannon was making sexy gagging sounds as she tried to take my cock further down her throat. And I kept on pushing. My hips were twitching with uncontrollable lust. While she was sucking me, I was fucking her face.

Pressure was building in my cock -- in my balls. I needed to cum. The orgasm was upon me, demanding that I drop my load. I shouted, "Oh fuck, you nasty slut! You are such a good teen cocksucker. Earn that grade! Suck me like the grade whore you are!" I felt her tongue flick the end of my tip. That wasn't enough, though. She jammed me down her throat, butting her nose against my pubic bone. Now it was too much. "I am gonna fucking cum," I roared. "Where do you want it?"

Shannon didn't respond; she only picked up speed and suction. Her lips formed a tight "O" around my cock. I took her cue, and boiled over. My hips bucked one more time. I held her head in place. For the second time that day, waves of orgasmic pleasure overcame me. I shot my spunk down Shannon's sweet, teen throat. She greedily gulped down every drop.

Sarah came again at that moment too. As sexy and beautiful as I am sure the sight was, I didn't really catch it. I was too lost in my own sensations.

And then I ate my breakfast.

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The ladies didn't stay too long after Sarah and I came. Shannon and Jessica looked horny (I stuck a finger up Jessica's pussy just to see if she was wet -- she was), but both claimed that they had some important sorority rush activities they needed to take care of. I was also sure that if the itch really needed to be scratched they could help each other out. They were pretty good that way.

Sarah said her good bye after the two coeds left. She told me that the night had been a revelation. Sarah said that she hadn't been that fired up over sex in a long time. The issue of me fucking my students had now been laid -- quite literally -- to rest. Sarah was now a co-conspirator, a companion in my debauchery. She too had known the joy that is delicious, coed pussy. Now there would be no return.

On the way out, Sarah kissed me at the door. She tilted her head upward with pursed lips and closed eyes. I bent down and took her in my arms. Our lips met in a slow, sensuous dance. In that moment I understood the phrase, "swept away." Then we parted and the spell was broken.

I felt wistful and maybe a little melancholy after the women left. I missed them already. Worse yet, I wasn't sure of my emotions and connections. Shannon was a nasty little slut that I loved to bone, but that was all. That was for the best, as I didn't think she had any real designs on me. We were just fuck buddies and hump partners. 

Sarah and Jessica were a little more complicated. I had history with Sarah. She was a good friend that I had known for a couple of years. We were fellow grad-students with similar interests. What's more, I think she really got me. On the other hand, Jessica was so intoxicating and exciting. She made my pulse race just by being around her. She pushed my buttons and limits in ways I had never dreamed of before. Jessica was the living culmination of every fantasy I had ever had.

So if I had to make a choice, which would I select? The quandary really boiled down to that age-old question: comfort or excitement? Of course, I am not sure if the decision really was necessary. Neither woman asked for a change or a commitment. We had just had a mind-boggling orgy, after all, where we had all fucked and sucked each other into a happy oblivion. Sarah and Jessica seemed willing enough to accept each other via rug munching. Besides, how did I know that the women even wanted me? To think that was pure ego. 

Ugh. I shut my brain off, and told myself that I was not going to go down that road of thought. I would only go in circles. Why try to decipher something as complicated as the female mind? Even worse was my relation to those females in question. It was a no win situation. I decided that I should stick to the basics -- like postmodern philosophy.

I broke out the books and started to read. Time flew. The hours passed and morning became afternoon. I had been productive, but now I wanted to get out of the house for a little while. I needed some air and to stretch my legs.

I got dressed, showered, and shaved. After a once over in the mirror, I decided that I looked acceptable enough for public display. I left my apartment and locked the door. It was a cold afternoon. The chill wind bit my cheeks. I got into my car, turned the ignition, and backed out of the apartment parking lot.

For the first few minutes I was driving aimlessly, but I soon realized that my car was pointed in the direction of the mall. Why? I don't know. I hadn't been there in awhile. I could walk around, buy some useless, marked-up trinket, ogle a few women in mini-skirts, and then go home again to study. It sounded like a plan.

I pushed through the front doors and the sights and sounds of mall life nearly bowled me over. It wasn't quite the Christmas season, but it was close. A pre-holiday excitement was everywhere. 

So were the mall hotties. Tight tank tops, ultra-short skirts, teased out hair, and Ugg boots. God, they were everywhere! Look one direction and gaze upon an amazingly tight ass. Turn another way, and a spectacular pair of boobs bounces into view. Swarms of nubile young things filled my vision. How had I forgotten that the mall could be so wonderfully sexual?

I wandered around the mall in a daze. Time seemed to stop. I bought an Orange Julious. Those frothy, citrus beverages are so tasty. I was wandering about completely mindlessly -- until I head someone yell, "Professor!"

I ignored the call at first and kept sipping at my beverage, but then I heard it again. How strange! Nobody was responding. I looked up when I heard the call for the third time, "Professor!" 

I turned around and locked eyes with a tall, athletic brunette. Her body was lean and muscular. She had long, toned legs could wrap around a man and pull him into liquid, hot depths the likes of which should only exist in a world of strict fantasy. Her tits were two small, proud handfuls and her ass was firm and oh, so tight. 

Taryn. Boy, did she look cute today. Taryn was wearing a denim skirt and one of those white, men's style dress shirts that are in vogue right now. The sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up slightly at the cuffs. The shirt was also untucked, poking out from beneath the red sweater vest she was wearing. Taryn's hair was pulled back in a single ponytail that fell below her shoulders. Light brown Ugg boots completed the look. She was a cleaned up schoolgirl, a college coed trying to look presentable to the larger world.

A silly grin was plastered on Taryn's face. She was standing in the doorway of a clothing store when she excitedly beckoned me over. I smiled back and sauntered over to the store.

I had last seen Taryn about a week before. She had stopped by my office and demanded that I fuck her. We were almost caught with my dick in her mouth, when my office mate popped in to pick up some notes. Instead of cowering, Taryn simply crouched under my desk and sucked me off right there -- with my office mate still in the room. That was fucking hot! After my office mate left, I placed Taryn on top of my desk so that I could eat her teen pussy. She spread her legs wide but was more than a little nervous. It was Taryn's first time being eaten out, and she loved it. We finished the encounter by doing what Taryn originally intended to do -- fucking furiously on top of my school issued desk. Taryn and I had talked once briefly on the phone since the office fuck, but nothing had been set up. Now it was my dumb luck to bumble onto her while she was probably busy with work. 

"Hey, Taryn it is good to see you," I said. "You look amazing, as usual. Are you working here?"

Taryn sighed and said, "Yeah. I got it for a little extra cash, but now it is a total pain in my ass. Everyone else called off sick today, so I get to baby-sit the store by myself. If I had known when I came in that they would all ditch, I might have totally bailed too. It has been a totally slow day, so I have been bored. I think I have seen maybe like three customers all day. Everything is folded. All the displays are up. I have nothing to do, but stand around by the cash register and be bored." Taryn then leaned in for a hug. She whispered soft and deliberate in my ear, "God, I am so fucking horny right now."

I pulled back in what must have been a look of surprise. Taryn giggled, "What? Does that get your attention? Would you like to help me relieve my boredom?"

"Aren't you working right now?"

"Sure, but that just makes things more interesting. Don't you think, Professor?" 

I nodded dumbly and smirked. "I am not sure. It depends on what you have in mind?"

"Really? Not sure? Oh Professor, I think you might enjoy what I am thinking. You probably already have a pretty good idea what it is. I can get you something that is a whole lot tastier than that Orange Julius you were sucking on. Would you like that?" 

Wow, this girl was brazen! Playing it straight, I shook my head. "I don't know, this Orange Julius is pretty tasty. It would have to be something really special to even come close to matching it."

Taryn punched me in the arm and laughed. "I think I can come up with something very unique for you to taste. It is getting juicier and wetter with every minute that we stand here."

I looked at her. She had too much control. I wanted to make her nervous. I needed to tear down this confident exterior and push her further. I had to hear her say it. "Taryn, what is it that you want me to taste?"

"I think you know," she snapped back.

"No, I don't think I do."

"Screw you, Professor," Taryn quipped.

I just stood staring back at her unfazed. She wanted it. She would cave. I crossed my arms and waited for her to say the word. 

Taryn looked around. No one was really near us. Her lips parted. Taryn's tongue moistened them deliciously. She breathed deeply, almost a moan. This was not nervousness; this was a show. At last Taryn spoke, soft and deliberate, "My pussy, Professor. I want you to taste my pussy."

I didn't break her, but I at least got my word. "Very good" I responded. "Let's go."

Taryn took me by the hand and led me into the store. It was deserted. We wove our way through the racks and clothing displays. Taryn went behind the counter. It was maybe three and a half feet tall. She smiled and pulled up her skirt to reveal a lime green, t-backed thong. Taryn leaned over the counter, hooked her fingers in the string of the thong, and pulled it down. Her panties fell to the floor. Taryn stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She looked completely at ease.

Taryn locked eyes with mine. The deep green pools flickered with laughter. In a commanding voice she said, "On your knees Professor." She pointed at the floor and lifted her denim skirt. Her succulent came full on into view.

I surveyed the room before I did as I was told. The check out counter looked out over the empty store. More importantly, however, it was facing the storefront window. From the vantage of the counter someone could see the shoppers out in the mall. That is probably how Taryn spotted me. I assumed the vice versa also held true. If I could see out, the mall-goers could almost certainly see in. 

So that was the game. Taryn wanted me to eat her out where everyone could see. Granted, her crotch and my head would be masked from view. She still, however, would be in the public eye while my tongue slid inside her tasty honey pot. Taryn would have an orgasm in plain and open view of the entire mall going population. I wondered if she had thought about doing this before. Otherwise, it just seemed too well planned. What a deviant, horny slut! Nice! 

I sunk to my knees. Taryn leaned forward bending over the counter. She took a wide stance and squatted a little. Her pussy was wide-open and ready for my tongue. It was already wet. I could smell the musk of her arousal. I guess it didn't take too much to get Taryn going. 

"I've been thinking about this a lot," Taryn said. "That first time was so good. I had never felt anything quite like it before. I am not sure how many times I masturbated while thinking about your tongue. I have been plotting and scheming to get you in this position ever since."

"All you had to do was ask."

"Yeah, I can see that now. You are totally a man-whore. You know that, right?"

I laughed and put my hands on the twin globes of her firm ass. "Is that a problem, Taryn?"

"Nope. Not as long as you lick me with that wicked tongue of yours Professor."

"Sounds good to me," I said spreading her ass cheeks apart. "I think we might start a little differently today, though." Without further warning, I gave Taryn's lovely puckered asshole a lick. 

"Wait Professor," Taryn exclaimed. I could hear confusion in her voice. "Ummmm, that's my ass. What are you...." Her voice swallowed itself. My tongue circled around her sphincter. My fleshy appendage made small swirling motions as it moistened Taryn backdoor. 

Taryn made a small "ooph" sound before moaning, "Ohhh, that feels good. You're a dirty boy, Professor. I have never had anyone lick my ass before. That feels soooo nasty." I just revved up the pressure and tempo of my tongue. My face pressed in deep against her ass. Taryn kept backing into me, trying to drive my tongue deeper. Oh, this was good!

I switched tactics. Instead of licking, I made my tongue into a mini spike. I wanted to fuck her with it. My tongue needed to be inside of her tight asshole. I pried her butt cheeks as far apart as I could and rammed my tongue inside of her nether hole. Taryn released an appreciative groan as I licked the inside of her asshole. Interesting, her tough outer ring was loosening up. Taryn certainly seemed to be enjoying this anal play. That would be something interesting for a little later. For now, though, it was time for me to change things up.

I wanted to taste Taryn's pussy. I slid my head down and licked her from asshole to cunt. Taryn shivered above me. "You like that?" I asked. She just moaned in approval. "Good," I said. "I think I will have a little more." 

I clamped my mouth over her bare pussy. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to draw the juices from her cunt. They flowed freely, spilling from her gash, before rolling down my chin. I didn't want to think about what my shirt would look like when I was done. The lips of her pussy were deliciously meaty, and very suck-able. There are few things better than a cunt with generously healthy lips. I rolled them around on my tongue and savored the uniquely feminine texture. Taryn responded by grinding her juicy snatch against my face. Back and forth she went as I licked, sucked, and nibbled on the tasty treat in front of me.

This was going to be over very soon. Taryn was too aroused. I guess the situation of having sex in public had gotten to her. Or maybe it was the analingus / cunnilingus. My tongue connected with Taryn's clit and she shot off. "Ohhhhhh fuck! Lick me.... Do it! Lick my FUCKING PUSSY!!!!" Her hand roughly grabbed the back of my head. She pulled me into her. All I could feel was cunt. Everything I could taste, smell, or touch was cunt! Fucking cunt! 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!" she exclaimed. Taryn shook and shuddered. Her legs wobbled as she held my face to her trembling twat. I think she was practically lying on top of the counter. Her breath was coming in quick, sharp gasps as she rode my mouth. I am sure that Taryn would have been quite a sight if a customer had walked into the store just then, her body twitching and flailing in ecstasy. I wondered if anyone was able to see her through the window. 

"MMMmmmm hmmmmnnnn, fuck -- wow..." Taryn moaned. "Oh that was good. Thank you."

I looked up at her from between her legs and said, "Oh, we aren't done. I am going to fuck you right here over this counter. I don't care who comes in. I am just going to keep banging your sweet cunt. I am going to plow you with my fucking hard cock." 

I stood up, unzipped my jeans, and fished out my dick. It had been straining against my pants for some time now. Currently, it was dangling from my zipper in a semi-hard state. I looked at Taryn for approval. She didn't say anything. Instead, she bent over further, tightened her grip on the counter, and nodded her consent. I put my hand in front of her face and said, "Spit on it. I need you to get it wet." She did. A glob of moisture was in my palm. 

I reached down and rubbed the spit into my cock. I felt my shaft hardening at my touch. My rod was now fully erect. I slapped my dick against Taryn's ass. She turned her head to face me and said with defiance in my eyes, "C'mon already. I don't have all day. This is getting boring. Will you fuck me already Professor? Shove your fat cock inside of my hungry twat." 

Really? Her oozing cunt seemed to tell a different story. If Taryn wanted to play the bitch, though, I suppose she could be fucked like one too.

I jammed my cock inside of her teen pussy. My thrust wasn't gentle - quite the opposite in fact. I wanted Taryn to feel it, to know what I was doing to her loins. That cock had to split her apart, to make her cry out for a deeper dicking. I bottomed out in the first thrust, sending tremors up and down her ass. She squealed in surprise. I leaned in and whispered, "I'd be careful about how loudly you moan. You wouldn't want to attract any attention, would you? What do you think people would say if they were to see me fucking you." Taryn flashed me a look of defiant fear and immediately clapped a hand over mouth. I chuckled before driving my cock into her pussy again.

She was so slick and wet. Her cunt walls tried to cling to my cock. She felt so velvety soft and smooth. The folds of her pussy were wide-open for me. I lost control. I just rammed this sweet eighteen-year old that much harder. Taryn reached under body and stroked her clit. Seeing Taryn work her own really got to me. The sight was so fucking hot.

I drove into Taryn's pussy, trying to impale her with all the force I could muster. My stomach spanked her ass with every thrust. I could see the mall shoppers out the front window. None of them, though, knew what we were doing. They were oblivious. None of them took the time to stop and look.




Oral Exam Ch. 10



I pounded Taryn with my cock. I could feel myself falling into a brutal, driving rhythm. I didn't want that. This fuck needed to be extreme, but also unexpected. I paused in mid-thrust. I heard Taryn gasp in anticipation. "Please don't stop. PLEASE Fuck me," Taryn pleaded. I just smiled and spanked her delightfully firm ass. Then I started again to push into her again. This time was painfully slow. "Ooooph.... Don't be a tease, Professor. Fuck me" she whined.

I pulled back slowly until only the tip of my cock was embedded in her wet, teen pussy. I heard a soft, feminine moan of protest. I shook my hips, brushing the inside of her cunt lips with the tip of my cock. Taryn tried to slide backwards, to drive herself onto my shaft, but I wouldn't let her. I held her ass firmly in place and spanked her in response. Taryn moaned. She wanted it -- bad. Her desire for a hard fast banging was pushing her to new levels of desire. I held this moment, enjoying the power -- the control -- of this fuck.

Both of my hands were around Taryn's slender waist. I was braced and ready; now I had to begin. I rammed my hips forward and plunged back inside of Taryn's teen fuck hole. She felt so good wrapped around my dick. But I couldn't stand still. I had to move my hips with blistering speed. The friction was too amazing.

Taryn's pussy was so tight, but I craved something even tighter. I slowed down for a moment so I could work my thumb into Taryn's ass. While her beautiful starfish was loosened a little by tongue, the hole was still gloriously puckered. She moaned and bucked a little, but didn't tell me to stop. This was too good. And I decided to push it even further. There is nothing like a dirty professor taking advantage of a winsome student. 

I pulled my cock out of Taryn's cunt. It was soaked with her juices. Nice - lubrication is a good thing. I moved my dick up to her sphincter and rubbed the crown along the outer rim. "Do you want this?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. Her voice was breathy and low. 

"Good." I moved my hips forward, forcing my way slowly into her tight backdoor. Taryn gnashed her teeth as pain lanced through her body. Her face was a contorted grimace as she looked back at me. I rested for a moment and soon that pain mixed with pleasure. 

Gingerly, I began to slide my dong in and out of Taryn's ass. Her lovely rosebud loosened to make way for the insistent invader. Her back channel felt so smooth and warm. A fiery, dry heat encircled my shaft. I couldn't believe that this was the second ass I had fucked in less than twenty-four hours. Taryn was tight, but not like Jessica. This was so much smoother and easier. The hole of her sphincter loosened, making room for my rock hard shaft. Taryn seemed to be taking to this like a pro. I'd be willing to guess that she had taken a cock up the ass before.

And she seemed to be enjoying it. Her words were soft and barely audible. It was as if she was lost within herself. "Oh my.... oh fuck... ooh yes.... damn fuck it... mmmmmm yes.... shit, ohhhhhhh my ass.... your cock is in my ass." As we fucked, Taryn twitched through a chorus of mini-orgasms. She thrashed her head from side to side, whipping her ponytail wildly. It seemed like she could go forever, but ultimately she was also satisfied with where she was. Everything fell to me.

Each thrust was drawing me closer to releasing my load. Sweat was pouring off of me, soaking the shirt I was still wearing. My breath was coming in rapid gasps. I needed to cum. I had to shoot my fucking spunk. I growled, "Oh you nasty, teen slut, where do you want it?" I spanked her as I fucked her ass wildly. She moaned incoherently. I spoke again. "Where do you want me to shoot my cum?"

Without thinking Taryn replied, "In my mouth. I want to swallow your load. Professor, I want taste my dirty ass on your cock. Ohhhh.... I want to drink down everything you've got." 

Oh fuck! I was going to cum. I pulled my cock out of Taryn's ass, grabbed her by the ponytail, and spun her around. The slut fell to her knees and engulfed my cock with a wet slurp. I was at the absolute brink, about to shoot my load. I felt her tongue run underneath my cock, flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves near the head. That single exquisite touch put me over the edge. 

The sensation transported me to another place. My entire focus was on the warm wet mouth sucking on my cock. In the distance I could hear bells. That's how powerful the orgasm was. 

Or were the bells real? Through the slits of my squinty, distorted vision I could see a man walking through the doorway of the store. He was a pretty large guy -- beefy and muscular, not fat -- of about college age. He saw me at the counter and approached, a question marking his face. "Hey man," he said in a booming basso voice. "How ya'doing? Have you seen Taryn?" 

Taryn? My hips bucked and spunk shot from the end of my dick. Ummm, yeah she was the dirty chick who was currently swallowing the load that I was shooting from my ass-encrusted cock. God, she is a nasty cocksmoker that likes to be drilled up the butt! Seen her? Oh yeah, I've seen her!

But I didn't say that. Instead, I struggled to focus. My mind was in a haze, it was still primarily concerned with what was happening to my crotch. I felt my heart pounding through my chest and my knees going weak. Who was this guy? Could he tell that something was up? I muttered, "No, uhh.... She ummm... isn't here." 

The guy looked agitated. "Do you know where she is?"

Yup. Taryn was currently draining every last drop of jizz from my balls. "No, sorry." Maybe I should explain further, "Uhhh, she left a few minutes a go on break. She said something about going down to the food court."

"Oh cool." He looked relieved. For a moment it looked like he was going to walk away, but then he said, "I'm her boyfriend, Steve. I just wanted to say hello to her. Could you let her know that I stopped by?"

Slurp. "Sure."

"Are you ok man?" he said. "You don't look so good. You're sweating."

"Yeah, I ummm just stacked some boxes. I'm ok. I'll let her know." A few last orgasmic jolts wracked my loins. My hips moved forward in one more angry thrust. A final rope of cum shot from my dick, blasting down Taryn's waiting throat. I held her face to my spent cock, as I tried my best to coherently participate in the conversation with her boyfriend. 

The knowledge that her boyfriend was standing less than five feet away didn't dampen Taryn's naughty enthusiasm. In fact, her desire only seemed to increase. Hidden behind the counter, she was a sexual monster. She was fully engaged in bathing my genitalia with her mouth and tongue. Taryn was now sucking on my balls. She was licking the sweat and pussy juice off my nut sack -- while I was talking to her oblivious boyfriend. Slut.

After giving me one last quizzical look Steve said, "Cool. Take care man," 

"Later."

Taryn's boyfriend left the store. I looked down at Taryn, to see her smiling around my cock. She looked adorable. She spit my balls out of her mouth and said, "I know, I know. Don't even go there. I don't want to talk about it."

I just shrugged my shoulders and let her finish polishing my knob.



Oral Exam Ch. 11



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first ten stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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My mind was aching. My muscles were sore and tense. Every ounce of me was hurting. I had been sitting hunched over in an uncomfortable wooden chair for far too long. It felt like my blue jeans had melded onto my sweaty butt. A pleasant thought, I know, but it was oh, so unfortunately true. My mouth was dry and my eyes were starting to see spots. I pushed back my chair and rubbed at my temples. I probably needed a break, but I also knew that I still had a lot more to get done. Perhaps I could fight through this wall. Another couple hours of work and I would be golden.

Today was a crunch day. I had to get work done. I had sacrificed my weekend to the great God of Sex and Debauchery and now I was paying the price. Don't feel sorry for me, though. I would do it all again in a heart beat. How many orgasms did I have? I had lost count (always a good sign). There was something about being the only guy at a four person orgy that made every squandered moment worthwhile. Or perhaps it was because I fucked two different women up the ass (one in the shower and the other over the sales counter at a clothing store). Maybe it was the public BJ in the drive-through line of Taco Bell? Whatever the case, my balls were thoroughly drained. And now I needed to catch up on my course work. 

So that is why I was furiously working in the library. After teaching classes, I sequestered myself into a private study room. I sat at a long wooden table that looked like it dated back to the birth of Christ. Etchings and doodlings of past generations of students marred the table's surface. The walls of the room were an anti-septic white. Huge windows, looking out into the rest of the library surrounded me on three sides. It was like living in a fishbowl. Students were constantly walking by and staring at the bleary-eyed, nut job hunched over a prolific stack of papers, notes, and books. At first the looks were annoying, but soon I stopped noticing. They looked in, I read, and they passed by.

My mind drifted. I thought about Taryn and our "encounter" at the mall. She was such a raw and vivid fuck buddy, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue our increasingly dangerous sex play. I couldn't believe that she continued to suck my cock as her boyfriend stood there talking to me. The situation even seemed to turn her on. God she was a nasty slut, a trait that only made me want her more. I loved fucking her, but I didn't want to get caught up in some sort of love triangle. I also wasn't crazy about the idea of cuckolding anyone. It was safer just to spend my time studying.

I stood up to stretch. I rolled my head and rubbed my neck. Boy, just working my sore muscles felt really good. I checked my watch. 7:00 P.M. I had been at this since 1:00 with only a couple of water and bathroom breaks. Maybe I needed to rest my mind? Perhaps I could get some dinner?

I heard a soft hum as my cell phone vibrated across the table. Shit! I hate those things. I picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"I am not wearing any panties and my fingers are touching my my pussy."

"Hey Jessica," I said with a grin. I instantly relaxed and tensed at the same time. 

"I am sitting in a chair. My legs are spread wide. I am wearing a white shirt with a deep scoop neck. I think my tits are about ready to pop out and burst free." Jessica girlishly giggled. "I am also wearing a skirt that is bunched up around my waist. I was wearing leggings, but I didn't think they were necessary anymore. 

I chuckled, "What happened to your panties?"

"I didn't think I needed them either," Jessica giggled. "They are in the bag on the floor. They just got in the way. No easy access. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think I do." 

"So Professor, what are you up to?" Jessica asked, turning the conversation back on me.

I sighed. I was beat. I didn't want to do any more studying. I replied, "Just getting work done. It piled up. You ladies were a pretty big distraction last weekend."

"Of course, Professor. We wanted your cock. Are you complaining?"

"No way," I quickly answered.

"I didn't think so," Jessica quipped. "Your cock is so beautiful, and hard, and it fills my cunt so fucking well. And I know the others feel the same way. I love to feel it sliding in and out of me. I totally love you fucking me, banging my tight little eighteen year old box. I want to feel my legs up over your shoulders as you ram your cock home. You drive it so deep. It is so fuckin' good when you are shooting your jizz all up inside me."

My pulse raced. My cock was instantly hard. The pants I was wearing suddenly felt a whole lot tighter. This woman really knew how to get to me. "Jessica, I am not sure I can do this right now. I am trying to get work done."

I could hear Jessica's voice pout over the phone, "Are you too busy reading some dusty, dumb book to help one of your very horny students get off?" 

Silence. Words caught in my throat. 

"I am very horny, Professor," Jessica said very matter-of-factly. "I have, like, been a bad, bad girl. I have been a filthy, little slut. My pussy is throbbing. My tight, little coochie needs relief. For your information, I am going to masturbate with or without your help. It would be so much better with you, though. You do want to help me, don't you Professor?"

Jessica knew how to control me. She knew what to say. I was putty in her hands. "Yes." 

"Good. Then why don't you pull out our cock and start jerking off." Jessica's voice was a throaty moan. "Thinking about you rubbing one out gets me so wet."

"Well, I don't think I can do that." It pained me to tell Jessica no, but I didn't see any other way. I guess it would be blue balls for me. 

"Why?" She pouted. Her voice was a seductive teen whine. Goddamn, Jessica was fucking adorable.

"I am kinda at the library in one of the study rooms. There are windows everywhere. Everyone would be able to see what I am doing."

I could hear the laughter in her voice as Jessica replied, "So? Isn't that the point? I think that is totally hot!"

"You want me to jerk off where anyone who walks by can see me?" I couldn't believe Jessica.

"Absolutely," Jessica's voice was low and breathy. She probably had her hands buried in her sticky, teen pussy. I wished I could see be there in person to see her masturbate. 

"I would love to see you stroke yourself off in public," Jessica continued. "The thought of it makes me so wet. I am just sitting here thinking about your hard shaft. Your cock feels so good in the back of my throat. I love being on my knees and sucking you off. Do you like skull-fucking my pretty little mouth?" 

Damn! "Very much," I answered. "It feels so good to have your lips wrapped around my dick. I can barely keep my hands away from my crotch. You are going to get me arrested. You know that, don't you?"

"Oh fuck, Professor. My pussy feels so good. My fingers are rubbing my clit. I wish it was you rubbing me. I bet you want to take it out of your pants so fuckin' bad. I bet you want to stroke it. Do you want that?"

"Yes." What a tease! I told her the truth. "Fuck yes! I want to touch it. I want to make myself cum."

Jessica's suddenly became harsh, "Well you can't, Professor. Instead, you have to hear me get off. Understand?"

Oh God, "Yes."

Jessica giggled, "Good boy! I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. My fingers are rubbing my clit and sliding in and out of my little cunt. The juices are boiling over. Would you like to hear me fingering my pussy?"

"Please," I whispered.

I could hear the sound of the phone shifting, followed by a wet slurp. It was so naughty and delicious. The phone was sitting next to Jessica's sweet, teen twat. I licked my lips. I could vividly imagine what her shaved cunt tasted like. I knew that taste, I had been there. Her thighs had rested on my shoulders as I had plunged my tongue inside of her cunt. Her cum-juices had run over my lips and down to my chin. There was nothing quite like the nectar that burbled up from Jessica's darling honey pot.

I could hear Jessica moaning. It was soft and plaintive, a low creeping sound that echoed in my ears and penetrated my brain. A deeply feminine cry, Jessica's moan was full of want and desire. She was getting close. Her orgasm was approaching fast. 

"Stop," I said, my voice taking a commanding tone.

"What?" Jessica's question was deep and breathy. She was clearly disturbed by my interruption. I guess I would be too if I was in her situation.

"Pull you fingers away from your pussy. Do you have your purse nearby?" I asked.

"Ummm yeah.... Professor, please let me.... I need to...." Jessica begged.

"No. Reach inside. Do you have a hairbrush?" my question lingering on the air. 

"Yes"

"Yes, who? I won't let you cum unless you address me properly, Jessica," I said.

"Yes, Professor."

"Good girl. Does it have a long, thin handle?"

"Oh yeah," Jessica answered. I think she was able to see where I was going, and by the tone of her voice she was loved it.

"Then grab it by the bristles and plunge the handle into your cunt. No rubbing or teasing. Just jam it in there. I want you to bang yourself with your hairbrush. Do it now! Fuck your nasty-ass cunt with your fucking hairbrush."

"Oh God.... Ohhh yeah.... that feels so good! Oh yeah!" Jessica moaned.

"You like that, you filthy slut? You like fucking your dirty pussy with your hairbrush? Tell me," I commanded.

"Fuck Professor it feels soooooo good! It makes me think of your cock fucking my cunt. I wish it was you fucking me. I.... wish you could bang..... oooohhh yeah."

I smiled in mischievous delight. This conversation was doing wonders for my ego. After all, I was just told by a teenage hottie - masturbating to the sound of my voice, nonetheless - that she wants my cock so desperately that she is imagining me while she is fucking herself with her very own hairbrush. 

"Do it, Jessica," I said. "Make yourself cum on that hairbrush. Imagine it is my hard cock fucking you. Cum for me."

Books were forgotten; studying was done. A sexy haze warped my mind. My world was Jessica's voice and the lewd, sloppy sounds of the hairbrush entering and leaving her pussy. 

I was touching myself through my jeans. I was gently rubbing up and down the length of my shaft. The motion was thoughtless, automatic. I couldn't stop myself. A haze wrapped around my head, as the lewd sounds of sex traveled over my cell phone. I hated the thick layer of denim between my hand and my cock. The jeans deadened the sensation - the pleasure - of masturbation. 

Jessica was holding the phone close to her lips, "Ohhhhhh.... Ohhhh God... Fuck that feels good! I want your cock so badly. I want to touch it, taste it, fuck it!!! I want you to bang me, do my sweet fuckin' cunt!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh.... mmmmmmmm.... oh yeah!"

What a slut! Jessica's orgasm was fast approaching. She was using her hairbrush to bring herself to a delicious "O." I could sense it, hear it in her voice. I wanted to see it; I wanted to be there making it happen. But I would settle for the phone....

I heard a knock at the door of the study room. I looked up, shaken from the masturbation dreams that were clutching me tightly. 

On the other side of the door was a fiery young woman, probably a college student, of about nineteen or twenty years old. I have seen few sexier sights in my years. My eyes bugged out; this Latina hottie was dressed to kill. 

She had long, dark brown hair with blonde highlights. Her mane cascaded softly down to her shoulders in graceful, arching waves. She stood at about 5'5" in black leather boots and form fitting pants. They hung low on her waist, showing the slightest hint of a black thong. Her skin was a tanned, dusky brown that sizzled with molten sex. The all black look was completed by a sleeveless, loose, cleavage-baring halter tied around her neck. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, without any technical support. Twin nipples poked invitingly through the flimsy material of her top. A small, dark beauty mark graced her right cheek slightly above her mouth. This single flaw tied everything together completing her perfection. She wore large hoop earrings and a black choker that emphasized the graceful slope of her neck. A gold chain circlet and a belly button piercing drew my eyes to this vision's trim, hard body waist. 

And then there were her lips... A weightless, floating dream.... A paradise of pure pleasure, of rough, carnal delights and gentle, loving kisses.... They were full, round, and oh so soft - twin pillows of bliss. Bee-stung and cherry red, she licked them slowly with her tongue before forming them into a seductive pout. The look she gave me through her long, black eye lashes dripped sex. A vision and flash of those lovely Latina lips played in my brain. I imagined what those lips were capable of, of the uncountable, merciless pleasures they could bring to a multitude of body parts.

She opened the door and stepped inside the library study room. The door automatically closed behind her with click. She strode across the room with purposeful, confident steps. I was confused. Who was this dark and dusky Latina beauty? What was she doing here? Why was she coming towards me? Why did she look like she was about to devour me whole? God, if only that were true! 

"Can I help you?" I muttered softly. I am not even sure if she heard me. Did the words just die out on my lips? 

The phone was still at my ear. I could hear Jessica moaning raggedly. Her pants were deeper, more gutteral. She must be cumming. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.... cuuuummmmmming." I set the phone down on the table. I would get back to her in a moment....

The sultry, Latina Goddess was standing next to me. Her mouth was crinkled in a seductive, half smile. Her almond shaped eyes locked into mine. They were violet with coal, black pupils. A fire, a heat, a sexual conflagration of limitless intensity raged inside of those dark depths. Oh, how I wanted to be consumed by that flame! I wanted to feel her burning, scalding touch. 

She kicked my chair back from the table and straddled my hips. She then sat down facing toward me and held my face between her hands. Her eyes smoldered with lust, as she kissed me hard and raw on the mouth. Those lips were as beautifully sexual as I imagined. Sparks flew as her tongue penetrated my mouth. Her crotch ground into mine, dry-humping me furiously. My hard on was raging inside of my jeans. My cock desperately wanted to be let out, to find relief in something warm and moist. It was ready to take a trip south of the border.

This unknown and deeply sexual woman released me from the congress of our lips. I started to speak, but she held a single finger to my mouth. "Easy Professor," she said. "Relax. You are going to like this." Her voice had a slight Hispanic accent, a detail that only made this woman more attractive. My brain was in full meltdown mode. Confused, I stayed silent. 

She picked up my phone and held it to her ear. "Jessica?" She paused for a moment as Jessica's response came over the phone. "Yeah, I am here. Oh.... That sound's nice... I will... Sure, absolutely.... You are a total slut, you know that don't you? See ya' soon." With a flourish, this ultra-hot, mystery woman snapped my phone closed.

She threw one arm around me as she leaned down to kiss me again. I was engulfed in her touch. She captured my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently. Pleasure and pain - those twin sensations - coursed through my nerve endings. Her other hand reached below and grabbed my cock through my jeans. My cock was raging with arousal. She practically purred with delight. 

She released my aching lips and moved her mouth to my ear. The woman whispered softly, her voice breath more than anything else, "Your cock feels so good, bulging in your jeans. It feels so hot rubbing it with my crotch and my hand. Here in this library study room everyone can see us grinding; everyone can watch us."

"But that isn't enough," she continued. "I want to see your bulging cock. I want to feel it between my lips. Professor, you are going to have a blowjob unlike any you have ever had before." She paused for a moment, before truly blowing my mind, "Jessica just told me to suck you off and bring her the cum. Follow me."

She got off my lap and held out her hand. I paused, trying to catch my breath. My hard-on was throbbing in my jeans. No sense in hiding it, she already knew it was there. I just spread my legs wider. Her eyes were drawn to my bulging member. She smiled, licked her lips, and said, "Nice." 

I took her hand and stood up. I was shaking in nervousness and desire. I then started to pack up my books. She spoke, her voice full of amusement, "I offer you the blowjob of your dreams and you want to pack up your books? Leave it Professor. Nobody cares about a bunch of dusty, old tomes anyway. Just cum with me."

I laughed back at her, shrugged my shoulders, and simply said, "Sure."

I followed this dark and brazen beauty out into the library. She didn't look back; instead, she just assumed -- correctly -- that I was following her. What guy (or woman) wouldn't? This Latina was the image of untroubled poise and confidence. Her hips swayed gently to and fro as she walked. Every step oozed mystery and sexuality. Her body was an incredible mixture of soft, pliant curves and taut, lean muscles. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, and do countless naughty things to her. I had to caress her supple, brown skin, bury my face in her long, flowing hair, and lick her from end to delicious end. 

As we left our glass-walled sanctuary, I noticed a couple of stares. It seemed that a few library-goers enjoyed watching our make-out session in the study room. No matter. I didn't know any of them; it was a pretty big university after all. The interested parties quickly turned and averted their eyes when I looked at them. Busted! 

My new friend giggled next to me. She said softly, but with just enough volume to be heard, "Let's give you that blowjob I promised. I am soooo looking forward to sucking your cock!" I heard a couple of gasps from the table of on-lookers (I think it was a bunch of sorority women). Damn! How did I keep finding women like this?

Hand in hand, we wove past several shelves of books. Her touch, her stride, spoke of total control. Who was this woman? Was this another one of Jessica's minions (like the mystery girl I fucked by the fountain)? 

Then it hit me. How could I forget? (I guess that is what studying post-modern philosophy will do to you.) I remembered the trip to Taco Bell, the drive-through BJ, and the seemingly willing Latina check-out woman. Jessica, that minx, had found the Taco Bell woman's phone number written on a napkin in the bag of late night foodstuffs. This must be that woman! Oh Jessica, you delicious slut, you called her. Thank you! This was too perfect! 

I hadn't recognized the Taco Bell woman out of her uniform. Her work clothes did an amazing job of concealing her bountiful assets. Her hair had been in a ponytail and covered by a visored hat. Her fleshy tits were locked away under a baggy polo. The browned, tan hue of her skin was dimmed by the sickly fluorescent lighting. Everything below the waist was hidden by the check-out window.




Oral Exam Ch. 11



.... And the attitude was new. Jessica and I caught her by surprise that night. She had clearly been thrown. After all, how many customers put on a pornographic suckfest outside the drive-through window? But she had enough composure to see what she wanted and then to take full advantage of the situation. And here we were.... 

She went from anonymous Taco Bell employee to an angel (devil?) of stunning confidence and beauty! I was captured by this transformation, her incredible metamorphosis into a Latina sex bomb. I wanted her desperately, and strangely she seemed ready to give it all to me. She quickly found what she was looking for - a remote, and probably very unused, men's restroom. She opened the door and pushed me roughly inside.

It was a single person lavatory, complete with toilet, sink, and mirror. The room was dark and a little dingy, but still clean. I slid the locking bar into place on the bathroom door before turning toward the young Latina woman who was about to suck my cock.

She fell into my arms and kissed me. Her breasts were tightly pushed into my chest, her rock hard nipples boring into me. Her scent was captivating: it was something feminine, seductive, and spicy. One of her hands squeezed my ass while the other sought out my zipper. I sighed as she slid her hand up the length of my cock. Finding the metal tang, she tugged it downward. 

She fell to her knees. Those lovely violet eyes stared up at me as she fished out my dong. Relief, finally! My cock had been uncomfortably cooped up for too long. I had been painfully hard since I first heard Jessica's voice. She took my dick in her hand and spit on it. She then rubbed it lightly, working her saliva into my skin. My cock was now wet and shiny with her natural lubricant. A wide, toothy smile crept onto her face. "In case you were wondering," she said, "my name is Lori." 

With those words, she threw her head onto my cock. I was engulfed in a wonderful wetness and warmth. Her lips formed a seal around my shaft. Slowly the suction descended down the length of my rod. As she took more of me into her mouth, Lori's teeth gently scraped along my tender skin. 

I sucked in air. I was as hard as I was ever going to be. I could feel the tip of my dick resting in the back of Lori's throat. Her hands were groping my ass, pulling me even closer -- and more forcefully -- to her face. I didn't see how Lori could breathe, with her nose butt up against the denim of my jeans. But that didn't seem to be a problem for this Latina cocksucker. Deep throat was a way of life for her. 

A groan escaped my lips. Lori looked up at me at me, smiling around my cock. This was so raunchy and nasty. I was in a men's bathroom, leaning against the door, with my dick hanging out of my fly. I was getting blown by a beautiful Latina chick that I had met in the drive-through line of a Taco Bell only a couple of nights ago. She loved it too! 

Lori was slurping my cock down something furious. Never quite releasing my dick from her mouth, her wicked tongue lashed me on every upstroke. Her head was bobbing up and down wildly, gagging as she went. No matter - when she reached her limit and she just threw herself onto it again. Harder! Deeper! Boy, did she know her way around a cock! How could this young, teenage slut have this much blowjob experience? This was a true cocksucker: she had elevated oral sex to an art. 

Not one to keep things constant, I bunched Lori's hair in my hands. I formed two make-shift pigtails. They were perfect handlebars for controlling the tempo of her head. The blowjob would now be under my control.

Lori looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye. She then squeezed my ass. Lori knew what I was about to do, and it seemed like she desperately wanted it. Very well - I could play that way! She could be my nasty slut! I grabbed her hair and pulled tight. Let's fucking do this!

I pulled her hair at the same moment I thrust my hips into her face. The combination of the two actions forced my rock-hard cock down her throat. Lori's nose was buried in my pubic hair. A gagging sound roared out of her cocksucking throat. Spit tumbled down her chin and coated the crotch of my jeans. We were a sloppy mess. 

But a single thrust was not enough for either of us. I could see something primal in her eyes that told me she wanted more. Lori was a carnal creature. She craved for me to fuck her face. She wanted to be used, to be face-fucked into oblivion. I rammed in again, reveling in the sound of her gurgling throat. It was so naughty and nasty. I barely knew this woman, yet she was taking my Johnson to the face with impossible enthusiasm and energy. 

"Do you like that?" I grunted. My balls were pressed squarely against her chin. Spit was drooling down her face. "I am fucking your mouth.... I am using it like a goddamn cunt. You are such a nasty slut! You saw Jessica sucking me off the other night and you wanted some too! I bet it is all you thought about, you fucking Taco Bell whore.... Ohhhhhh.... Isn't that right! Gag on my cock slut!" I punctuated each sentence with a thrust of my cock. I was a machine, a madman yanking on her hair, sliding my cock down her throat.

Lori was a great cocksucker - as nasty as I had ever seen - but I wasn't satisfied with just her mouth. I also had to have her spicy taco, her delectable Latina pussy. I yanked Lori off my cock and guided her to the sink. I could see her face in the mirror. Her eyes, burning with lust and desire, stared back at me. I said, "You know what I am going to do now, right?" as I violently pulled down her black hip-hugger pants. Lori's mouth hung open, as she nodded her head. 

I moved her panties to the side and roughly inserted my index finger into her shaved cunt. Her girl-juices rushed up to meet my callous touch. Lori's teen pussy was wet and ready. It was so beautiful: dark brownish-gray skin with a hot pink center. I had penetrated a fat and lush Hispanic flower with my unwholesome white boy finger. This was good, but the inevitable penetration of my saliva-slicked cock would be so much better.

I removed my finger and placed it under her nose. She took a big sniff, and then enthusiastically licked her slime coated finger. I spanked her butt cheek and leaned down to give her asshole a lick. So tasty! The texture of her ass tantalized my tongue. I would have to spend some serious time sucking out her luscious booty. But that would wait! I needed to shove my cock inside of her wicked cunt. Now! I wanted to screw, to make her scream, to ball her fucking brains out!

But I also wanted to bend her to my perverted will. "Say you want it," I howled as I rubbed my cock against her pussy. Lori was writhing and moaning with a need that boiled up from her core. She was unconsciously sliding her slit against the spongy tip of my dick. She gasped as my cock seemed like it was about to plunge inside of her snatch, but instead it slid away. Lori's every movement was aimed at taking me inside of her. "Do it," I ordered her. "Tell me how badly you need to be FUCKED!" 

"Oh fuck me. Please, Professor I need your cock." Lori's voice sounded so needy. The confidence was gone. Instead there was only the desperate want and desire to be fucked.

"You dirty, nasty, filthy slut, tell me that you want a strange cock inside of you. Your pussy needs a good reaming, doesn't it? Do you want to get boned by a stranger that you met at a fucking Taco Bell?" 

"Yes," Lori whined, as she wiggled her ass suggestively. Her thick pussy lips parted as my cock lodged into place. One thrust and I would have her. "Please. You goddamned motherfucker! I can't take it. My pussy needs it! Fuck...." 

I rammed my cock into her spicy, sweet pussy. 

".... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... God, that feels so fucking good!!!!" Lori moaned. My hips spanked against her ass as her cunt swallowed my cock in a single gulp. I wasn't getting the complete effect, though. My jeans were in the way of the fuck. I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped the button. The jeans fell loosely into a pile around my ankles. 

Bliss! I was unconstrained and unhampered by clothing. Even more, though, something within me was released -- much darker and more powerful than what had come before. A month ago, I couldn't imagine that this would be me. What had happened? Perhaps, Jessica was having an effect. Did she unlock this beast? While she had literally been my student, she also had been my teacher, my tutor, and my master in the ways of sexual education. 

Before me, riding my rock-hard cock, was another tutorial. This lovely Latina was another orgasm-inducing lesson provided by Jessica. This was an opportunity to apply everything I had learned. Lori was an anonymous, hot, and sweaty fuck. My cock banged her mercilessly. The sloshy sounds of my hard cock splitting Lori's wet pussy echoed in the small, dark library bathroom. 

As I was fucking her, I got to truly admire Lori's ass for the first time. It was a deep and rich, dusky brown color. Her cheeks were rounded and fleshy, yet still very firm like any good teenage ass should be. Every cock thrust sent lewd ripples across her ass to her waist and thighs. 

Lori had two tattoos that I could see. The first was a tribal (a sign of a true party-girl!) just above the dimples of her ass. The second was on her left butt cheek. It was a cute yellow smiley face with a black outline. The tat's right eye was winking up at me, almost as if it too was primed for the fucking Lori was getting. Both tattoos were very hot. They only made Lori that much more nasty and fuckable. I spanked the smiley tat (a perfect bulls-eye) and rammed my cock home again.

I was shaken for a moment when I heard someone outside the room jiggle the locked bathroom door. A look of startled desperation marked Lori's face. I started to pull my cock from her sopping pussy, but then she moaned a low and plaintive, "No.... please...." 

I shoved my cock back inside of her hungry cunt. If Lori wanted to be fucked, then dammit I would fuck her. My white cock looked so nasty spearing her brown, Latina cunt. I wondered how often she fucked white guys. Whatever. I didn't need to worry about such things. Instead, I decided to focus on pummeling her juicy pussy with long, solid strokes. Her eyes closed as she fell into the pounding rhythm of the fuck. 

The joker outside was now knocking. I turned my head to the door and growled, "Go the fuck away! I am using this bathroom. Find somewhere else to take a shit!" Lori giggled at my outburst, or at least she did until I ferociously pounded my cock into her again. That single stroke surprised Lori and caused her to gasp. One stroke led to another and soon we were again humping away. The interruption was easily forgotten. 

Now more than ever, I felt myself getting lost in the fuck. This was the strange capacity that was growing inside of me. Gone were the worries, the potential he said / she said shit. For now, it was animal. It was the plunge and the writhe. It was the twitch, the clutch, and the thrust. We were two primal beings seeking to become one through the timeless dance of the unbridled fuck! 

This was too good. Lori was an incredible fuck. Her whole body was lean and taut with pleasure. The gold chain and tattoos made her look so much nastier. The muscles under her caramel colored skin rippled with ecstasy. She was taking my forceful assault like a trooper, while yelling at me to fuck her even harder. I wondered if anyone could hear us out side of the bathroom. Whatever. We were on the far-reaches of the library's third floor. After chasing off that idiot a couple of minutes ago, the chances were that no one was within 200 feet of our bathroom sex romp. 

Lori's voice was a harsh, wet gurgle. Obscenities flowed from her mouth in a filthy torrent. "My cunt, my cunt.... ohhhh.... bang my FUCKING cunt! Fuck it! Bang ME!" I pulled on her hair, and she got even nastier. I untied the string of her halter and it fell away. Her beautiful, Latina tits hung heavy and full beneath her. They swung like udders to the rhythm of our carnal lust. I reached out and grabbed one. It felt so soft, so perfect. I wanted to bask in Lori's spectacular tits. An idea struck me....

"I want to fuck your tits," I said. I drove my cock into her again, bottoming out against her cervix. I slid part way out and gave her pussy two sharp, quick thrusts. "I want to fuck them before I cum in your mouth. What do you think?" 

I jerked Lori's hair back and kissed her passionately on the mouth. My tongue entered her mouth and did a naughty minuet with hers. I could feel her breath; it was coming in rapid pants. We were both dripping with sweat. It co-mingled together where our skin touched. Lori was practically standing as I fucked her from behind. She was caught between my driving hips and the cold porcelain sink as she came. 

Lori's whole body shook. I had never seen anything quite like it. If I didn't know what we had been doing, I would have guessed that she was a naked epileptic. Lori's shook her head, whipping her hair in every which direction. The muscles in her legs almost gave out. I had to hold Lori up to keep her standing. She let out a singular, howling moan that grew in volume and intensity, "OhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH..." before falling silent. Lori's orgasm was perhaps one of the most amazing spectacles I had ever seen.

I let Lori rest for a moment to recover from her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, but between gasps came the words, "That.... was so.... fucking.... good!" She was very sensitive, so I slid in and out of her pussy oh, so slowly. I couldn't take much more than that, anyway; I was damn fucking close to nutting myself.

Lori spoke again, "Thank you. I have.... been dreaming of your cock.... ever since Saturday night. I haven't been able to get that blowjob out of my mind. Fuck, that was good!" She then turned her head, looked back at me, and said, "But you still need to cum. Do you still want to fuck my tits?"

No question. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and slapped it against her ass. I replied, "Yes."

"Good," she giggled. "You just need to warn me when you are going to cum so I can drink down your jizz. I promised Jessica that I would share some with her."

"What?"

"Oh, she's waiting for us," Lori said as she turned around and kneeled on the floor. For comfort and longevity, she put my pair of pants underneath her knees. She took my cock in her hand and gave it a long, slow lick. "I love the taste of pussy juice on a cock, even if that juice is only mine." She took my cock into her mouth and bobbed up and down. This was good, but....

I said, "Ummm, I don't know how to say this but can you...."

Lori didn't let me complete my thought, "Yeah, yeah. You want to fuck my tits. I know. What is it with you guys and tits? You always seem to want to put your cock between them - which is nice and all - but it seems a bit strange to me when there is a perfectly good mouth, pussy, or ass willing and waiting to be fucked."

My heart pounded. "Ass?"

"You like that, huh?" Lori quipped as she placed my cock between the valley of her boobs. My dick was well lubricated with Lori's sweet pussy juice. She squeezed both of her fleshy funbags so that my cock was almost completely surrounded by her dusky, brown sweater meat. The titty fuck was about to begin! "Yeah, call me weird but I like to get fucked in the ass. If you do again what you did to me just a few minutes ago you might get to sample it. I have gotten more than a few complements on my spicy, teen tushy." 

Lori continued to talk as she slid her breasts up and down. Her nasty language just made everything more erotic. I let sensation wash over me as my cock slid between Lori's glorious tits. 

Lori leaned down and spit on my cock, making everything wet and juicy. It felt so sensuous and naughty. And through it all Lori kept on talking, "Jessica called me earlier today and asked if we could hook up. It was so hot watching you guys in your car the other night. For the last few days, it was all I could think about. I must have masturbated ten times while thinking of you guys. I was sooo hoping I would get a call. So when Jessica rang me up, I immediately said agreed to meet her."

Lori looked up at me and licked her lips. Her violet eyes were all lust and flame. She seemed to like the titty fuck (as any dirty girl would), but she seemed to enjoy telling the story even more. I broke in for a minute, "You really like dirty talk, don't you Lori? You like me calling you a nasty slut?"

"Oh God, yes!" Lori sighed. Her Latina accent was driving me wild. It made her seem so much more sexual and exotic. Her voice drew attention to the cultural rift that possibly divided us (Who was I to judge, though?) Just the accent alone separated her from all the corn-fed sorority wannabes that I had been fucking. 

I wondered, for a moment, if I could cum just by listening to Lori talk. I couldn't know. Her tits were doing a superb job on my cock. "I don't know what it is, but I become such a fucking whore during sex," Lori continued. "I love it when a guy throws me around and talks nasty to me. I think that is part of what turned me on so much the other night. I loved watching you face-fuck Jessica while finger-banging her pussy." 

She spit on my cock again and continued her story, "So Jessica and I got together to have dinner. She looked so fucking hot!" I smiled. Jessica and hot were two words that easily went together. "Even though it was cold outside, she was wearing this tiny, little denim skirt. And she has those amazing tits that were totally bursting out of her shirt."

I interrupted in a teasing voice, "I thought you said that you didn't understand the male fascination with tits?"

Lori blushed. I caught her. "Yeah, I guess I do - especially when they are as nice as Jessica's." She giggled and said bashfully. "I have yet to touch them, and I can't wait to do that. Whose tits feel better around your cock?" 

I paused to think for a moment. I closed my eyes and soaked in the sensation of skin sliding on skin. Lori's tits felt so good rubbing around the length of my dick. Her tongue snaked out and licked my tip of my cock as it emerged from her fleshy mounds. Lori was a definite treat.

"You know," I answered, "I don't think I have ever fucked Jessica's tits. I might have to fix that situation."

"I think you might too," Lori said grinning, "You might have to compare us both. I'd like to see that." The strokes of her tits were slow and long. Nothing was hurried. The sensation was incredible, but it wasn't putting me in danger of cumming. It was more of a sensual tease. 

"So anyway," Lori continued, "We went to Murphy's down on 5th. You know what? Jessica, that skeezy blonde slut, put her hand on my thigh while we were ordering. She later then tried to finger-fuck me while the waiter was bringing us our food. I might have let her get inside me a little bit." Lori giggled. "Her fingers felt so delish in my twat. She rubbed my clit so good. I was really horny and I guess we both knew what was going to happen. But she was such as tease, and demanded that you join us."

Lori took my cock out from between her tits and hit it against each of her nipples. She smiled at me devilishly and swallowed my dick again. 

I pulled my dick from my mouth and slapped her face with it. "C'mon. No sucking. Finish the titty fuck, dammit. Besides I want to hear the rest of the story."

"Oh all right be that way," Lori said as she tucked my cock back between her tits. She was bouncing up and down a lot quicker now. It seemed like she was trying to push me towards my orgasm. 

Lori said, "We then went looking for you. We tried your office, but no luck. Jessica figured that you were probably studying so we came here to the library. We were about to give up when we spotted you all alone in that study room. That's when Jessica gave me her assignment." Oh, her tits felt so good. This was so nasty. My breath was coming faster. My toes were beginning to curl. I was getting close. 




Oral Exam Ch. 11



"So she sent me her to get you," Lori said, "Before I left, she told me that I had to call you Professor and suck you off. I added the fucking part on my own. Jessica also told me that I wasn't allowed to eat her pussy unless I brought her a mouthful of your delicious cum. She is waiting for us over in the stacks right now, and is probably busy wanking on her pussy. I want to taste her cunt so bad. I bet she has such as sweet pussy. She does, doesn't she?"

I groaned. I was close. "She does. It is so fucking sweet!"

"I want to lick it, and suck it, and nibble on her tasty cunt lips. Professor, I want to feel her cum on my mouth. I have dreamed of her flooding my face with her juices. I just want to lap them up." Lori stared at me with those deep violet eyes. Her accented words were coaxing me closer to orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly.

"Please shoot your load," Lori begged. "Fill my mouth so Jessica will let me eat her pussy. Please. Nut. Give me all of you white, creamy spunk. I need it so bad, Professor. I WANT IT. Fucking shoot your cum so that I CAN EAT HER PUSSY!!!"

My desire was too much. My face contorted in a grimace. I groaned the inevitable, "I am gonna cum." With those words, Lori released her tits and quickly slurped my cock full-on into her nasty mouth. Those soft, full Hispanic lips looked so good wrapped around my dick. I was ready to be drained. I held her head between my hands. I then bucked my cock into her face as I shot stream after stream of jizz into her willing mouth. 

Lori took every drop like a champ. When I finished cumming, my cock fell from her soft, red lips. A few drops of spunk dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her tongue snuck out from between her lips and licked up the stray cum. Lori grinned mischievously, threw back her head, and gargled. So nasty! 

While my muscles were aching, I felt loose and relaxed. My mind was clear. The pain of studying was gone. The unexpected bathroom fuck with this hot, little Latina enchantress chased away all of my troubles. And I think I learned something in the process.

I offered Lori my hand and she stood up. We were both wrecked. Sweat was poring off of us. Our hair was a tangled mess, and our skin was rosy red from exertion. We picked up our clothes and quickly got dressed. Neither of said a word. I was a gentleman and Lori had her mouth full. The night was far from over; a lot more was to cum. Fuck work. I had more important things to do. Besides, Lori had a delivery to make. Who knows where things would go from there?



Oral Exam Ch. 12



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first ten stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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The "stacks" is a section of the library that was unknown to most of the campus population. I think every major university has a similar space. Dirty, dusty, and dingy the "stacks" is a five floor cocoon for the library's unused and unloved academic journals. 

The ceilings hung low, at about eight feet, to make room for an extra floor. Graffiti and caked on grime marked the walls and cubicles. Cleaning products had probably never touched any part of this facility. To save energy, the lights were kept dim. Naturally, the dismal half-light only served to wash everything over with a dungeon-like quality. Loud furnaces and heaters clanged ferociously, while randomly blasting out waves of unbearable heat. When the monstrosities weren't running a bone-numbing chill took hold. The shelving units were made of aluminum, steel, and iron. The metals (each from a different library age) snaked and mixed haphazardly to form a chaotic and creaking skeletal, storage structure. 

....And there were books, books, books. Numbering into countless infinity, they lined the shelves without end. Maroon, midnight blue, and dirt brown, the aging, ratty, mangled bindings all seemed the same. Together they melded into a single, endless tome. Collectively, they were a study in the discarded and irrelevant impotence of knowledge.

These books were in actuality journals -- the oh, so prized gemstones of academia. It is the dream, the want - the fervent goal! - of every aspiring grad student and young tenure seeking professor to publish something in an academic journal. Anything! No matter how small or trivial the nugget is, it must be published, for it is publishing that makes the academic world go round. (In the end, one can only survive in academe, by willingly prostrating their mind and body to the great God of Publication. Teaching is irrelevant.) And for a moment that journal article might be read and considered. But soon it is shelved away, however, most likely to never be seen again. 

Occasionally a lonely grad student's or a hard-working professor's quest for uncharted erudition would lead them to one of these ancient and forgotten tomes. So off they would trundle to the stacks. Their eyes would graze the books' spines, wishing that somehow this lost treasure trove of knowledge could suddenly become theirs. That was not to be, however, their goal would be calling. With glee bordering on lust, they would find the singularly-desired, bound volume of journal articles amidst the sea of unwanted paper. With their quest complete, they would leave -- one could only spend so long in an environment as inhospitable as the stacks.

I felt my heart beating rapidly as Lori took my hand in hers. Her palm felt warm cradling mine. Gently, I caressed the pads of her fingers with my own. The dusky Latina beauty turned and gave me a sultry grin. I marveled at the irony of the situation: from fucking to hand holding. My life was a little topsy-turvy at the moment, but that flip-flop was a little weird.

We left the bathroom, shuffled passed some bookshelves, and stood in front of an aluminum door that led to the "stacks." She threw her head back for a moment and gargled as a tease. Bubbles of my cum blew and popped above her luscious lips. After having her fun, Lori lowered her head and smirked mischievously. She then pushed open the door and pulled me inside. 

My heart began to race. This was too perfect; Jessica had done her research. She knew the perfect place for a campus fuck -- a location in the heart of things, but yet so desolate, worn, and remote. We would be in public, but no one would notice. Somewhere amongst these shelves she was lurking -- wet and ready -- waiting for our arrival. Jessica certainly already had a plan for the lascivious activities that would accompany our arrival. Only the books would know our dirty deeds. They would be the timeless audience for our transgressions.

More important than the privacy, however, was that Jessica knew how to get to me. Screwing in the library bathroom was one thing, but doing it amongst the stacks took the sex to an entirely new level. Such an act demanded an unprecedented carnality. I think it is every academic's fantasy to fuck in the library. A library is a place of silence and study; only the cerebral has value there. Alas, physical pleasure is keenly outside of that domain. Somehow it is a deep violation of the sanctity of knowledge to rut within the confines of a library's walls. Put another way, fucking is the equivalent of flipping the bird to a bookshelf. 

We crisscrossed some cubicles and climbed a rusty steel staircase. We went around another corner and voila! There she was, waiting in a forgotten cubby hole - a blonde, wet dream cum true. Jessica. 

She was leaning back in a wooden chair, her legs spread wide. Jessica was clearly excited. Her nipples were poking through her thin shirt. Sans panties, her fingers were slowly sliding in and out of her crotch. Her wet cooch looked spectacular in the dim half-light. A trickling stream of juices flowed from her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and pooled in the curved hollow of the chair. Fierce and erotic, I could smell her arousal. Jessica had been masturbating and now she was horny!

Hearing us approach, Jessica raised her head. She looked at us through squinty, glazed eyes. Masturbation had taken its hold. When Jessica spoke her voice was sultry and low. Gazing at Lori, she said, "Do you have what I sent you for?" She licked her soft, pillow-like lips with a wanton caress of her tongue. Her eyes burned with a forbidden need. I felt my heart beat rapidly and my cock harden. I knew exactly what Jessica was talking about.

Just a few minutes ago I had been fucking the shit out of Lori in the third floor men's room. My cock had been banging her sweet Latina pussy. Shortly before cumming Lori informed me that she wanted to taste my nut. She pleaded for me to fill her mouth with jizz. She also told me that Jessica had demanded a fresh mouthful of my cum. Until Lori made that delivery, she would not get access to Jessica's eighteen-year old cunt. I'm a nice guy -- and a gentleman. I didn't want to deny Lori the tasty treasure between Jessica's legs. Consider me very happy to oblige a woman in need.

Lori smiled, her violet eyes twinkling wickedly. She leaned down and kissed Jessica on the mouth. Their lips locked. Lori's arms wrapped around Jessica's shoulders and slid over her tanned skin. Their bodies touched, rubbed, and intertwined as they shared saliva and sperm. 

For an eternity they held that kiss. The two women melted into each other, becoming a gorgeous mass of female flesh. Their desire was boundless. They had been waiting several hours for this moment. Their ache went back to the previous weekend when Lori spied Jessica giving me head in a Taco Bell drive through. Both women had been dreaming up the possibilities of an encounter ever since. Now they were living out those thoughts; Jessica and Lori touched and teased each other to an urgent frenzy. Now they were at the pinnacle; a cresting wave of passion controlled their aching bodies.

But who would give way first? Who would make the break? Which of the two women would fall from the other? 

I was entranced. The vision was searing; it was a display that would forever be written into my memory. An all-American goddess and a spicy Latina sex-bomb were going at it in front of my eyes. Their hands knew no boundaries, their lips no fear. They were in lust, pure and simple.

It was Jessica who pushed the moment over the edge. The change was subtle; I am sure that I didn't notice it at first. But something became different. Lori had been grinding her crotch against Jessica's leg. This had been going on for awhile, but suddenly Lori moans grew deeper, raspier. She held Jessica tight, burying her face in Jessica's neck. Breast burrowed against breast; those magnificent gazongas were only separated by a few thin sheets of cloth. I could see Lori's muscles tighten. Her eyes fluttered and then closed. And she looked lost -- adrift -- on a cascading wave of sensation and feeling. 

My attention was diverted by peripheral, rapid-fire movements. Jessica was jerking her arm up and down at a furious rate. Her hand was deep in Lori's pants and clearly it was having an effect. Somehow Jessica had slid her fingers below the waist line and had undone the button. With full and unfettered access, Jessica was now focused on the beautiful honey pot between Lori's legs. 

Jessica's palm rested on the pubic bone, as she drove two fingers into Lori's snatch from above. The flat of Jessica's hand rubbed Lori's clit while simultaneously fingering her pussy. Although I could not actually see Jessica penetrating Lori's cunt, I could hear the wet, slippery sounds of a finger-fuck. Lori moaned, "Mmmmmn, yeah.... Do it..." the tell-tale sign of a woman in heat. 

Lori's body shook in uncontrolled delight. Her lustrous brown mane swished from side to side. One of her hands held Jessica's head, while longingly stroking her blonde, flaxen hair. The other was clawing at her own crotch. She held the top of Jessica's hand and pressed it into her pussy. Her hips jerked spasmodically, grinding deep into Jessica's expert touch. Every writhe was a fierce and determined desire for erotic fulfillment. Lori needed it -- to cum. Her mind was driven towards one thing -- the raw and molten sex Jessica was providing with two brazen and thrusting fingers.

Those two fingers were where my cock had been just a few minutes before. They were feeling everything that I had felt: the soft folds, the velvet walls, the sticky sweet cum. Lori had loved my cock, but her dreams were of Jessica. She craved this tanned, coed slut in all of her voluptuous, blonde beauty. Lori's body ached and churned with lustful desire, and only Jessica could satiate it. 

"Ohhhhhhh..... Fuck..... My PUSSY!!!! Ohh God!!!! That feels so good, your touch. Make me cum. Finger me, and make me cum," Lori moaned.

Lori's squeals were muffled, by Jessica's lips. They pressed deeply into each other, as the sounds of ecstasy tumbled and spilled out of Lori's mouth. Jessica swallowed those sounds, breathing them in deeply along with the kiss.

The moment could not be contained; the orgasm was here. Lori bucked her hips as her clit hummed and throbbed. Nothing could be done, but that was irrelevant. Lori didn't want anything to impede the moment. She quaked and shook uncontrollably. Her cunt snapped around Jessica's fingers. Her legs fell closed, then open, and then closed again. And with a final twitch she fell loose, silent, and spent. Mission accomplished; Lori had cum.

Jessica looked up at me, her eyes blazing triumphantly. I guess, for her, it was now onto the next challenge. She crooked her finger and beckoned me forward. A wicked, wanton smile lit up her angelic, yet devilish, face. She licked her lips and said without pretense or subtlety, "Drop 'em and come over here. Professor, I want your cock. I want to suck it now."

The metal clang of a furnace run-amok rang out in the distance. The air felt hot and cold at the same time. A fog of confusion descended over me. How did I find myself in the middle of these public displays? Watching hot lesbian action was not enough. I was going to be a participant. Again. I was about to have my cock sucked in the library stacks by an eighteen year-old coed. Anyone walking by would see me and this orgy of lust. Some studious little college nymph or hot-to-trot librarian could bumble onto the scene. She would be treated to the sight of Jessica inhaling my cock. Would she be turned on? Would she pull her panties down and start to masturbate? Would she cum? Or perhaps join? Oh, what a beautiful thing! 

My hand fumbled at my waist. I couldn't concentrate; my bulging cock pressed uncomfortably against the front of my jeans. Under the simultaneous pressure and pain, my mind forgot how a button worked. It is, after all, a tricky apparatus. I held the metal, but could not force it through the slot in the cloth. What the hell? Jessica just giggled and took pity on me. Laughing softly she said, "Oh Professor.... Come here. I'll take care of that for you." 

I did as I was told. I walked over to Jessica, who was still sitting in the rickety, wooden chair. Lori was on her lap. Jessica was tenderly rubbing her back as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high. Her breath was smoothing out, the pattern becoming regular. Weakly, her eyes opened. She gazed up at me full of satiated seduction. Those sexy eyes, that long slender neck, her unblemished, caramel-colored skin -- Lori was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. Her relaxed, post-orgasmic state only made her more striking. As I stared at this dusky beauty, I could feel my heart beat a little faster in my chest. 

"Let's set him free, eh? " Jessica teased as she worked the button of my pants. The touch of her fingers through my jeans felt incredible. Despite having cum a few minutes ago, I had once grown hard. I could feel my member pounding in my pants, aching to be let loose into the open library air. 

And then the strain was gone. Freedom. My pants fell around my ankles. Then Jessica tugged at my boxers. The thin cloth scraped against my dick as they were pulled downward. The feeling was sensual yet rough. Every nerve was alive. I was captured in a tight prison of elastic. But then escape! My dick sprung loose, thickly. In the process it almost bonked Jessica on the nose. A dick to the face would serve her right for the tease (not that I didn't adore every belated second) of slow underwear removal. 

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and boxers. The library floor was hard and cold; no matter. I didn't want anything around my ankles constraining me as I was being blown.

Jessica's wrapped her hand around the circumference of my cock. She moved her head alongside the shaft and blew hot air through her pursed lips. She was dangerously close, but I couldn't quite feel the sweet relief of Jessica's lips. Instead, there was only her breath -- warm, moist, a tease. Tiny tingles ripped from my skin to my brain. I threw my head back and gasped. Tease or no tease, Jessica's actions felt great. I had experienced Jessica's mouth before -- in fact, I had become something of an expert on the subject -- but that first sensation still got to me. I could not help but feel the ripples of delight pulsing under my skin as I waited expectantly for the first electric sensation of her touch. 

In the wake of her orgasm, Lori still seemed a little out of sorts. Her eyes were glazed over while her mouth was crooked in a dopey smile. In her daze, her gaze locked onto the vision of my cock. She said with a dreamy voice said, "Oh Jessica that looks so yummy!" 

"I know," Jessica replied, licking her lips. Her mouth was so close; with every word, I could feel air circulating around my cock. Her lips were almost touching me. Jessica's fingers slid up and down the length of my schlong. The touch was tentative and feather-light. She shook her head, and her golden hair brushed softly along my length. The tickling effect was the perfect tease. 

Jessica looked up at me and I nearly melted. I was once again stunned at her incredible beauty. Jessica was a vision, a hope, a dream that I could not believe had come true. Her voice was low and breathy, almost a whisper. "I know, Lori, it will taste fucking good. I can totally still smell your pussy juice on his cock. It smells sweet. I can feel it on the tip of my tongue, just a drop away. The prof's cock and your pussy, how could it be bad?" 

Lori giggled. She seemed to have shaken off her orgasm and was now coming alive. The sizzling tigress with attitude I had gotten to "know" in the third floor men's room was coming into view. Seductively, she reached around her back and tugged on a halter string. With a soft "whoosh" the flimsy piece of cloth fell to the floor. Lori's lush breasts came into view. Both Jessica and I inhaled deeply at the sight. Her rock hard nipples poked up from half dollar sized aureoles. Her fleshy mounds stood tall and firm on her chest. I had gotten to fuck her tits earlier, but they certainly were worthy of further investigation. 

I was distracted from this goal, however, when Lori's hand reached over to tickle my balls. The long nails that capped each of her fingers, scraped against the fleshy under-skin of my nut sack. She scratched the thin line with perfectly controlled precision. A little more pressure and I would be in pain, but for right now Lori's nail treatment was total bliss. 

This foreplay was amazing, but something would soon have to change. A tease is just that; it cannot last indefinitely. One of us -- whoever was horniest, I guess -- would have to make a move. That person was, of course, Jessica. With a voice dripping sex, she said, "How does this feel, Professor? Is this worth a higher grade?"

What a slut! She had to go there! What a fucking turn on! Jessica's tongue reached out and gently flicked the head of my dick. That first, moist touch was heaven. The second was even better. In between licks, Jessica continued her banter, "What do you say? If I suck your cock, will you give me an 'A' on the final?' Do we have a deal, you nasty, naughty professor?"

I couldn't tell whether she was honestly bargaining or not. I didn't care, though. She had more than earned an 'A' in my book. But why admit to that? Instead, I groaned, "Oh fuck, yes. You nasty, little, slut. Lick my cock! You want a good grade? Then you need to suck off your professor in the library amongst the stacks. You are such a naughty, little student. Fucking, do it! Earn the 'A!'"

Up and down, her tongue went. Her touch was so soft, I could barely feel it. But I knew she was licking me. I could see the see the soft, fleshy appendage extend from between her cherry lips. Her pink, wet tongue was rubbing along the length of the slit at the end of my dick. My pee-hole was moistened by her spit. Jessica's eyes looked up at me, taunting me -- broadcasting to me all of the erotic glories that were at my humblest request.

And then there was a tongue on my balls. Lori had also entered the game. "Oh Professor, I also wish I had your class too," she said "That way I could suck you off for a better grade too!"

I chuckled and told Lori to suck my nuts. What was with these horny college coeds who wanted to blow me, right there in the college library stacks? Lori's full, bee-stung, Latina lips rubbed against my tender skin. Her teeth gently nibbled at my nut sack. My balls lewdly popped in and out of her mouth. Lori's nose was digging into my crotch. From my vantage the bottom half of her face was blocked by my balls, but I could still stare into her violet, almond-shaped eyes. They were haunting pools of want and desire. I had plans to plunge into those depths.

Jessica smirked and squealed, "Mmmmmmn.... Lori, you nasty slut, your pussy tastes so totally good on his cock. It's sweet! You need to fuck him more often, just so I can lick you off of him." 

Jessica's hand gently stroked my shaft as she plied my length with little, butterfly kisses. In between pecks she continued, "The cum you brought me, Lori, totally tasted awesome and creamy. It was fucking hot that you brought it all the way up here after he fucked you. Thanks for sharing it with me. But now is it greedy if I want some for myself. I want to, like, taste the jizz straight from the spigot. Do you think you can do that, Professor? Do you think you can shoot another warm, thick load right down my fucking, teen throat?"




Oral Exam Ch. 12



I nodded and slapped my cock against her face. I left a wet mark on Jessica's right cheek and she giggled. I was already hard. It never took me very long to get aroused when Jessica involved. Adding a sexy Latina into the mix didn't hurt either. Cumming again would not be difficult. The two women rubbing, licking, and sucking at my crotch would see to that.

"Good. Then nut down my throat, Professor. I want it so bad," Jessica moaned, before wrapping her lips around my dick.

Together, the two women went to work on my cock. Wet, slurping sounds drowned out the noisy, dysfunctional heater. All around me were old books and musty tomes. Forgotten knowledge of the ages encircled me. I felt strong, as if I was knowingly -- decisively - committing the ultimate intellectual taboo. Perhaps I was. I was a teacher screwing my student in the holiest of all academic holies, a library. Could it get any worse / better than that? 

Jessica started on the head and Lori the balls. Who sucked what didn't matter; these two teen temptresses loved the process, the game of sucking dick. No single part was the entire task. They were both slut extraordinaires, coeds that lived for the activity of cocksucking. So back and forth they went. They switched places -- Jessica sucking my balls and Lori engulfing my head. And then they went traded places again passing my genitals between them.

Jessica and Lori employed different styles of cock-sucking. Jessica was playful, a tease, a nasty little coed slut that loved to slurp and lick at my bone. Sure she was dirty and raunch, but really this blowjob was an exercise in teeny bopper sexuality and amusement. Her technique came complete with teasing giggles, kisses, and strokes. Lori, on the other hand, was a no non-sense fuck slut. She liked it hard and fast -- a driving, pummeling skull-fucking. Lori stared at me intensely as she spit on my cock and ordered me with attitude to, "Ram my fucking face!!!" I was certainly ready to oblige. 

The differences in style made for an interesting contrast; two different dirty girls made for one very happy recipient. Depending on which lady was doing what, I also changed modified my own actions. With Lori I took control and rammed my dick into her face until she made lewd, gurgling sounds. When Jessica took over, I just relaxed and let her stroke, lick and nibble my throbbing cock. Together they made an amazing, ball draining combination of raw, female sexuality.

The two women were also having fun with each other. While they were blowing me, they were also grinding and humping. Lori had pulled down her pants so that she could rub her pussy against Jessica. All that she had left on were her black leather, high-heeled boots. Her big, beautiful Latina ass bobbed up and down invitingly as it sought out a little girl-on-girl friction. Entranced, I watched the gold chain around her waist bounce and shake as Lori ground into Jessica. A trail of sticky cum juices ran down Jessica's shapely leg.

I pulled my cock out of Jessica's mouth and slapped her on the nose with it. She giggled and stuck out her tongue at me. It was cute and I laughed. 

Lori was still nuzzling my nut sack. Her attention felt great, but I knew she had been patient for too long. I locked eyes with her and leaned down to whisper in Lori's ear. "She tastes so sweet. You have been thinking about it all evening, all week -- what it feels like to lick her, to smell her, to feel her juices run down your chin. Do it. I know you want to and she wants it even more. Get on your knees and eat Jessica's pussy.... "

Jessica winked at me and with gratitude sped up her sucking. Her head was now bobbing back and forth at a feverish rate. I placed my hand on top of Lori's head and pushed. She got the message. It was pussy eating time for Lori.

She slid off of Jessica's lap and kneeled on the cold library floor. Her eyes were wild with desire. Lori wanted this deeply. Her passion went from smolder to sizzle. She placed her hands on Jessica's knees and pried them apart. Of course, Jessica wasn't unwilling. Still feasting on my cock, Jessica reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart. Everything was set for Lori's anxious tongue.

Jessica's pussy was beautiful, wide-open and on display. Shaved free of hair, the thick, pink pussy lips glistened wetly with the honey of her arousal. For a long second, Lori just stared, stunned at the beauty before her. Jessica managed to moan around my cock, "Oh Lori, please. I want to feel your tongue inside of me." 

With those words, Lori lowered buried her face in Jessica's crotch. Although Lori's brunette hair blocked my vision, I knew exactly what she was doing. I could hear the fierce lapping of Lori's tongue. This was followed by humming and sucking sounds, probably on Jessica's lovely, little clit. The wet and lewd slurps were positively musical. Jessica writhed and gasped in delight. Her breath became quicker and erratic. Jessica's hips bounced up and down in a quick jerky pattern. 

My cock fell from Jessica's mouth as she let out a low wail, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssss!!!!" It had taken very little time for her to cum. She looked so beautiful; her face was a mask of bliss. Her legs closed tightly around Lori's head as she rode out the orgasm. Jessica grabbed Lori by the hair and pushed her hard into that sweet, teen pussy. Grinding, bucking, humping -- Jessica was wild. Lori took it, though and then gave out more. She rode out the crashing waves of Jessica's orgasm, and sent her cresting into another. One, two, three -- I lost track of the moans. They came from an endless of core of want and desire, a pleasure center to which Lori was the key.

I needed to feel what Jessica was feeling. I had been hard for so long. My throbbing cock had grown uncomfortable. In the sanctuary of Jessica's mouth it had been getting the attention it needed, but now it was lonely dangling in the open air. I needed warmth; I needed a hole. 

I moved behind Lori, and pulled her up to her knees. She was now in a doggie position. The soft, fleshy curve of her ass was staring at me invitingly. So was the smiley face tattoo on her butt cheek. I kneeled behind her and rubbed my hand along the tribal tattoo at the small of her back. Lori's dusky brown skin was flawlessly smooth. I stared blankly; I could take in her gorgeous figure forever. 

Lori raised her head and toward me. Lori's face glistened with Jessica's cum. What a messy eater! Her smile was wicked and aggressive. It was more of a sneer than anything else. With a surprising harshness to her voice Lori demanded, "Professor, what makes you think you deserve this pussy?"

I was stunned. I wasn't expecting attitude from this cocksucking, cuntlapping slut. Just a few minutes ago Lori was my cum-dumpster, and now she was giving me lip? She needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to take the cock -- hard!

I raised my arm and smacked her ass right on the winking, yellow smiley face. It made a perfect target. A sharp, thwacking sound crackled on the air. Another shortly followed. Three, four, and five more slaps rained down on her ass. A red handprint, in addition to the tattoo, marked her fleshy, left cheek.

"Because," I said, "I am going to hump your Taco Bell serving ass into oblivion. I am going to screw you senseless and make you scream for more. I am going to pound you until your pussy is red, puffy, and swollen, but hurting oh, so fucking good. You are my slut and my cum toy, and I am going to fuck you because I feel like it." 

For a moment, my words did not register. Instead, Lori just stared at me blankly, digesting my mini-rant. But then her violet eyes regained their twinkle. "Good answer, Professor," Lori said. The attitude was still there, but now it had changed. The edge had softened, only to be replaced with lust and horny desire. Lori licked her bee-stung lips. Her tongue did a dance that I was growing to adore. Lori then mouthed the single phrase, "Fuck me," before diving back into Jessica's honey pot.

I had not expected this rendezvous to become a full-on fuck-fest. I guess that is what happens when one hangs around with Jessica. She does it to us all. Somehow everything is nastier. Sex becomes inevitable. I watched Lori invitingly wiggle her big, round ass. She was ready and wanting to fuck. I moved against her, placing my dick outside of the fat folds of her pussy. I then felt her reach under her body and grab my cock. Her fingers circled around my throbbing shaft. She pulled me forward by the cock while backing her own body up. My tip was now touching the hairless puffs of her labia. Still in control, she rubbed the head of my cock up and down over her clit. Lori's body shook from the friction. I could see her draw in breath, as she fell into a mini spasm.

"Professor, fuck her!" Jessica commanded. I looked up and stared at my eighteen-year old, student nymph. She was spread-open wide, riding and grinding on Lori's tongue. Her eyes were half-open as the lust overwhelmed her. But she could still see. Jessica was watching and waiting. She wanted to see that initial thrust. Jessica would only be satisfied after I plowed Lori's waiting pussy. Enough with the teasing, I thought. Let's fuck. I slammed my cock inside of Lori's ready cunt. She was delightfully snug and but also very wet. My shaft slid into her so smooth and easy. Lori had been in perpetual sex mode for several hours. Her pussy was flooded. It was a swamp, a river, an ocean. Fuck. So fucking juicy! 

Waves of sensation crashed over me at that first thrust. I felt warm and vigorous, ready to take on anything. My task was splayed out in front of me. Pound this chick! Send her into a crashing cascade of ecstasy. Drive her forward. Force her to bury her tongue deeper into Jessica's cunt. Take all three of us to a mountain, a peak that we had never achieved before. I wanted to scale that moment -- to find an orgasmic circle all three of us could share. I had to go to a nasty, raunchy place -- dripping (literally) with sex -- that we could hold for an eternity and instant at once.

I pushed into Lori again. This time I bottomed out. I felt my balls spank against the underside of her pussy. She gave a squeal and I saw her tummy tighten. And then she backed up into me.

Oh she wants to fuck? Let's do it then. I rammed her pretty, pink pussy again. And again. The thrusts fell into a rhythm - long and deep. Her brown skin trembled with every movement of my dick. I bottomed out in her cunt; the root of my dick pressed against the fleshy curve of her butt. 

Lori's rippling flesh made me hot. Her slender waist flared out into the heart-shape of an absolutely spectacular ass. Restraint was impossible. I grabbed the muscular flesh of her Latina booty with both hands. I held the twin, delicious mounds, squeezing them roughly. I could feel her moving underneath my touch. My fingers dug into Lori's caramel colored skin. I decided that groping is so much better when combined with a fuck. In time with my thrusts, I squeezed my hands. The ripe wonder of Lori's ass overflowed my fingers. 

My thrusts were getting faster. I felt myself picking up speed as I threw myself full-on into this fuck. Lori was taking the sex like a champ. All signals told me she wanted more. In fact she was ramming herself roughly back onto my cock, while screaming how much she needed to be fucked. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled. Ferociously, she growled. With that tug, the inner animal was released; the sex fiend had come to play.

"I'm a slut," Lori howled. My dick pummeled her raw, sloppy pussy. "Call me a fuckin' SLUT!!!"

I jammed my dick inside of her cunt with as much force as I could before growling, "You're A-FUCKING-SLUT!" All barrier fells down; the damn was broken beyond all recognition. The juices inside of Lori's pussy churned and boiled over. The snug inner walls of her cunt twitched uncontrollably. For a moment, Lori opened her mouth and wailed. The sound was high and incoherent. It was the essence of pure, primal delight. She had found satisfaction; she had reached that place within where she desperately needed to go 

But I still hadn't gotten there yet. I wanted -- I needed - to fuck. Lori was still mine to use, and strangely, despite her orgasm, she didn't look ready to pull herself off my dick. So I continued to bang away at her sweet snatch, to pound her fresh cum to a light, frothy cream. Each thrust of cock into pussy was coupled with the sharp slapping sound of flesh-on-flesh. Over and over again, the soft padding of Lori's ass smacked wetly against my pubic bone. What music!

The intermingling scents of two women in heat filled my nose. The aroma was pungent and seductive. It clouded my brain, and drove me ever forward to a harder, more merciless pace. Lori had already cum once. I wanted to see if I could get her there again. "Oh fuck," I cried. "Was that a good cum? Do you like me banging the shit out of your slutty cunt? Do you like being used? Goddamn, your pussy feels so fucking good! I am gonna make you cum again. Flood my cock another time!"

Lori didn't say anything, she just moaned in delight. The sounds were muffled, since her face had gone back to Jessica's crotch. She sure loved to eat Jessica's pussy. But who wouldn't? It was simply beautiful! Inspired, I smacked Lori's ass and began a new flurry rapid hurricane thrusts. One stroke after another, I drove my steaming cock into her. 

Lori looked up. Her face was contorted in pure and absolute sensation. She opened her mouth and wailed, "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, fuck!! Fuckin' break me. Fuck my pussy, you asshole. Do it! BANG ME!!!" 

Jessica had just come down from another orgasm. Her fingers were absent-mindedly tweaking her own rock-hard nipples. Everything was right in her world; she had gotten what she wanted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!" I howled. The chant grew louder and more forceful with every word -- and every word was punctuated by the driving assault of my cock. 

Jessica smiled sweetly at the torrent of obscenities pouring forth from Lori and I. Then she winked. Jessica was a co-conspirator of lust, an engineer in Lori's seduction. And Jessica was very gifted at these tasks. The evidence was right before me. Lori was now spit roasted between us, splayed-out and ready for our all of our sexual desires. I was happily banging away at her cunt, while Jessica was coming down from the administrations of her talented tongue. How could life get any better?

Orgasm. That was the answer. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. This was so hot, but I could not be contained anymore. I needed this bottled up torrent to pour out of me. I had to fire my load deep into a warm, wet orifice. 

Lori's cunt was certainly they answer. I had been plugging away at her snatch for several minutes now. The time was ripe to cum. It would be the second time this afternoon I would spray my jizz up inside of Lori. 

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh fuck, ooooohhhhhhhhh," I grunted. And then....

Fuck! There it goes. Shot after shot, rope after rope blasted deep into Lori's ready cunt. My head was at the verge of explosion. My muscles tightened and then relaxed. Every ounce of energy was spilling out of me.

My orgasm triggered Lori. She went off another time, spraying juices right back at me. I could see a slippery puddle beneath us on the library floor. Like dominos, Jessica also succumbed. She threw her head back in ecstasy, as Lori hit that perfect spot on her clit. 

Together we came; together we were one -- a triangle of sexually deviant delight. Pussy, cock, and pussy riding a shared orgasmic wave together, each connected to the other. Our gasps sang united. Our moans were as one. We were a wonder, a marvel to paganism gone porno. Call us the triumvirate of fuck!

And then it all came crashing down. Literally. To my right, behind a row of shelves, I heard a clatter and a thud. Probably just a stack of books, but books don't just fall on their own. Someone was there; someone had seen. 

Despite having just cum, I felt a new rush of energy fill my limbs. I stood up, uncorking my cock from Lori's pussy. Our combined juices spilled out her red and sloppy cunt. In other circumstances I would have stared and marveled, but for the moment I lacked time. Instead, I reached for my pants and tried to hop into one leg. 

But it is never an easy thing to put on pants in a rush. Somehow the matter becomes complicated, and I always wind up doing a ridiculous, impotent dance. This moment was no different. Fuck! 

My mind was awhirl. Should I run? Should I hide? Was my life over? I had been caught fucking in the school library with two college coeds. One of them was even my student! Dead -- that is what I was. I would forever be cast out of the world of academe, a pariah to all intellectual pursuits.

Fuck it! If I was done, I might as well own the moment. I wouldn't be a coward. I wouldn't shrivel and wilt in fear. I didn't want to live my life on campus unsure if anything would come of this moment, if charges would be brought. This was not the time to be meek. Instead, I would confront things head-on. Let's get this over with. That would be my destiny.

Holding up my pants with both hands, I padded across the cheap linoleum floor. I rounded the book shelves and saw our unwanted observer bent over a dropped pile of scattered papers and books. 

The figure was turned away from me. She was wearing a long, black, wool coat. A red beret capped her head and a matching scarf was wrapped around her throat. Underneath the coat the woman was wearing slacks. She looked desperate as hell, like she wanted out of there. This had to be an uncomfortable moment for her too. Good. Maybe this incident wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe we could all move on and forget about the whole thing. She wouldn't know my name, after all.

In the movie Casblanca Humphrey Bogart said, "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world, she walks into mine." A phrase couldn't have been more apropos to the current situation. Before me was Dr. Jennifer Endicott (Jen for short). She was a Professor in my department, my PhD advisor, and my occasional lover. She held the keys to my graduation, and thus my future fortune in the academic world. Off the top of my head, I couldn't think of a worse person to see me fucking my students. 

Our eyes met as she picked up her papers. Everything crashed into that moment. We both became still. For an instant we were a single organism, breathing in unison. Fear was our mutual drug. It swirled around us, thick and palpable. My skin stood on pinpricks. 

"Ummm...." Jen said. 

"Yeah...." I replied.

Jen stood up. Her papers and books were a jumbled, disorganized mess in her arms. Her face was rosy, the color of embarrassment. Her mouth moved, opening in a few false starts. No words came out, just a few muted gurgles. 

I had to say something, "Jen, I am sorry. I don't...."

"What the FUCK!" she yelled, cutting me off. I wasn't expecting that reaction. "What the hell were you thinking? Were you thinking? What were you doing screwing in the library? Did you think you wouldn't get caught?"

"It just sort of happened."

"Who are they? Are they students?" Jen spat.

"Yes."

"Your students?"

I don't know why I didn't lie. Doing so might have made things simple. For whatever reason, it didn't seem to be the right road. I simply said, "Yes."

"Goddamn idiot! This has to be reported. Shit. Are you mental? You fucked one of your students. Have you no shame? Get away from me." Jen physically recoiled. Then she turned and spun on her heels. 

Something within me snapped. I turned red as my blood began to boil. Who was she to talk to me that way? Fuckin' hypocrite! Just a few short weeks ago she had thrown me against her office door and sucked my cock with a ferocity and intensity not normally found in a dissertation advisor. After working me to a throbbing erection, I balled her on the cold, linoleum floor. The session ended with me shooting my load deep in her pussy. So who was she to talk?




Oral Exam Ch. 12



Or was she jealous? We were never exclusive, lovey-dovey, or even real fuck buddies. Instead, both of our times together had been hard and fast impromptu screwing. No tenderness, no caring. No plan. Jen had even refused to kiss me during one of our sex sessions, begging off because it would lead to an emotional connection. Outside of those stolen moments we had never discussed a possibility of us. We stayed carnal, primal, and distant. Things were easier that way. 

Still half-naked, I raced after her. I caught her at the top of the stairs and grabbed her firmly by the shoulder. Almost on cue, Jen stopped. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch.

"STOP! Don't go." I ordered her. She couldn't leave before I had my say. Literally, my life depended on it.

Jen turned around to face me. Her face looked strangely calm. I couldn't read her. She was just blank.

"Jen," I said, "If you are feeling jealousy, that is one thing. I guess I understand, although I wouldn't have expected it. We never promised anything to each other." My voice became cold. I felt emotion leaving my body. My words were a knife to be employed. "But don't you dare feel high and mighty. You have no right. Keep in mind you have fucked a student of yours too." 

Thwack! Jen's open palm connected with my face. It stung, but the physical pain could easily be shaken off. The emotional hurt would set in much later.

I looked Jen in the eyes and held her gaze. I wanted to turn her. This moment somehow had to be shifted around. 

"You can't do anything, Jen," I said slowly. Every word was measured. "If you report what you saw, things will get ugly. I hate to go there, but I need to make you understand. This is not something to be taken lightly. You do understand, right?"

Jen stared at me for a long moment. I felt the tension crackle between us. But then something changed in her eyes. Rage and anger drained from her body. Slowly, deliberately, her head nodded an affirmative. 

"Good," I said, the tension leaving my voice. "All you need to do is walk away from here and forget. We can deal with classes and my dissertation later. But for the moment, just move on. Jen, I am so sorry that it...."

I was stunned when I Jen threw herself in my arms. I found myself holding her, clutching her tightly, but not knowing why. A moment ago she had stared at with me thinly veiled fury. Now she was hugging me with unrequited need and passion. 

We stayed that way for a long time before I heard her whisper, "I knew it would come to this. Somehow I compartmentalized what we did. I didn't know how to deal with it. And here we are. You just made everything come into focus."

Jen fell silent, but yet she continued to remain in my arms. My mind was reeling. What was happening? 

And then I felt her hands slide down my back. They reached my butt at the same time. They slid under my jeans, pushing them down. My pants fell to pool around my ankles. Together her warm hands gripped my ass cheeks.

"Jen," I said, 'What are you doing?"

Her voice was so low when she said, "Just sealing the deal."

If I was ever destined to learn my lesson, this would not the time. I was fully naked. My clothes were strewn throughout the stacks. And my dick was once again being a traitor. Despite having cum twice before today, I could feel blood rushing to my thickening shaft.

Jen sunk to her knees. She was still completely clothed in her coat, scarf, and hat. She was ready for winter weather, or perhaps to bolt if we were caught. Whatever the case, she was in front of me, her mouth a few short inches away from my naked dick.

I felt Jen's thumb and forefinger grip my cock about a third of the way up. I wasn't fully hard yet, but her touch certainly helped me on my way. She backed her head up and spit. A massive glob of saliva coated the end of my dick. Jen took her hand and rubbed the liquid into my skin. Her natural lubricant made me nice and slippery, so her stroking would not chafe.

That wasn't really necessary, however, since Jen then took my cock into her mouth. She slurped down my slab in a quick and fluid movement. I slid smoothly past her tongue and teeth, before she bobbed back off of me. Just as quickly, she inhaled me again -- this time going deeper. My cock was resting on the back of her tongue. Pure bliss. But there was more... 

On the next stroke, I pushed into her throat. I remembered, this is where Jen really shone. She loved the deep blowjobs. She wanted my cock driving into her throat, puffing out her cheeks and bringing tears to her eyes. 

I held Jen's head between my hands. I looked down and said, "Stay." She caught my meaning and held her position. 

It was my game now. I started slow. My hips began to move, driving my meat into Jen's face. I heard her gag, but that didn't stop either of us. I just kept on moving. Slow and deliberate, I thrust forward into mouth. 

How did this happen? How did the fight a result in a blowjob? I didn't force it on her (or even suggest it); she had fallen into me. One minute we were yelling at each other, the next she was sucking my cock. This would be something I would have to chew on later. Women are a mystery -- I would just have to get used to that simple fact. 

All I knew was that I was now back to skull fucking my professor and dissertation advisor. She was at my whim, once again on her knees. Jen had a desperate hunger for my cock and she liked her oral sex fuckin' rough. So I mercilessly shoved my throbbing man-meat into her face and used like a dirty slut. I had bent her to my will, and now she was playing virtuoso on my skin flute. 

Power here was a conundrum. A few moments ago she had been in control, threatening to reveal my extra-curricular activities to the department. Then the balance had shifted. I asserted myself and she crumbled. Could it be that the change in power turned her on? Was she somebody that secretly wanted to be dominated? Was this blowjob a way for her to act out the flip / disparity in the underlying dynamic of our power relations? She was as much into this blowjob as I had ever seen her. It could be some sort of way for her to act out some sort of anti-feminist fantasy? Or maybe I should forget the psychoanalytic, postmodern bullshit and just enjoy the fantastic, mind-blowing head I was receiving? 

As my brain did pointless summersaults, my hips had picked up speed. I was now on autopilot and overdrive. My movements were automatic, no thought required. My body wanted this even if my head was in some other space.

Every thrust solicited a moan or a gag deep from Jen's throat. Spit was running out the corners of her mouth. It was also copiously rolling down my shaft and balls. A long line of drool fell off of her chin. Thick and viscous stringers were everywhere. The blowjob was getting messy, but fuck it! Messy equals hot. Only a dirty slut would give a messy blowjob. 

I was now pulling Jen's face onto my cock. Her red lips formed a delicious seal of soft, constant friction around the shaft of my dick. I held her hair her short, dark hair between my fingers. The game had truly gotten rough, but she took no action to step away. Her lips still encircled my dick, but I was really fucking her throat. I was pressed in so deep. Jen's hands were on my ass kneading and massaging my butt cheeks. She was pulling me into her; it was more than I could take.

"I'm fucking cumming. Take my fucking cum." I wailed. My stomach went into heaves, as I pulled Jen hard onto my cock. She was so deep, I couldn't see my shaft. Her eyes, those haunting eyes, stared up at me. 

A few strings of white cum shot from my dick into her mouth. This load was smaller than before. It was a marvel that I came at all, considering how much jizz I had already shot that day. What little there was, Jen hungrily gulped down. She was an eager dumpster for my cum. I don't think a single dribble escaped her mouth. 

Weak in the knees, I smiled down at Jen. Her face was a disaster of saliva and smudged make-up. Jen stood up while, locking me into an intense and fierce eye contact. I couldn't read her; emotions that she was barely keeping in check boiled under the surface of her face. Was she cool? Was she angry? I didn't know.

Jen smoothed out her coat and straightened her hat. She then brought her arm to her mouth and wiped away the excess blowjob goo. With her voice cold and empty she said, "I'd suggest that you pull up your pants." She turned and started down the staircase to the next floor. On her way down I could hear Jen say, "I'll see you in class."

I stood there stunned. What had just happened? Would there forever be a rift? What was with the blowjob? Was it really a hate / grudge suck? 

I pulled up my pants and walked over to the location of the original debauchery. Jessica and Lori were long gone, but a couple puddles of sticky cum remained as evidence of our activities. It was so dirty and nasty. I put on my shirt, on top of which I found a note. It said, "Shame on you. I wanted that milkshake all for myself. L got in the way. Now I will have to drink it down second-hand. That was amazing, though. I hope things go well. Give me a call. - J"

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. At least Jessica and Lori were fine. I was glad they bolted. I didn't want either of those two lovelies caught up in this debacle. It could get very messy for me, and perhaps just as bad for them. No good could have come of them sticking around.

And then my perverted side took over. More tantalizing was the knowledge that there would be more debauchery to come. I could only dream of what it would be. Jessica was incorrigible. How could I not call?



Oral Exam Ch. 13



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. Without you Ally, Chapter 13 would not have happened. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first twelve stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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I was spending a lazy evening on my ratty, grad pad couch. A cold, fizzy beverage was on the end table next to me and the TV remote control was in my hand. I had been watching a lame suspense / thriller movie for the last hour and a half through half-closed eyes. Within the first fifteen minutes I had figured out the "twist" ending, and now I was going through the motions of caring. I had gotten comfortable. I was lying back, slumped in a couch potato position, practically molded into the couch cushions. And then....

Slurp!

Jessica took a long lick down the length of my cock. Her pink tongue slid along my glistening wet skin. My shaft from top to bottom was coated in her saliva. Long, viscous stringers of spit dangled between her lips and my crotch. Jessica held my balls in her hand, gently kneading them between her fingers. Up and down they went as Jessica lightly tickled and rubbed my nut sack. Everything was wet and warm, a perfect moist softness.

Jessica had been sucking, nibbling, licking, stroking, rubbing, and blowing my cock since the movie had started. That meant that she had been giving me a lazy blowjob for well over an hour and a half. I had been in a fully erect and aroused state of mind for at least that long. It felt like a fog of sex had descended over my head. Everything was hazy and lust filled. While I had never reached the brink -- the point where I was almost ready to shoot my cum -- I could probably be at that place in only a matter of moments. It would only take a decision for Jessica to go for the big finale.

But Jessica was enjoying the tease. She was all hot air and fiery breath. Her tongue was a dancing, caressing wonder, never resting or staying in the same place for very long. Her red, pillowy lips held me gingerly, never completing the suction that would send my dick spiraling out of control. 

Jessica didn't want me to cum -- at least not yet. Instead, it seemed to be a matter of pride that she could suck my dick for so long. She was enjoying the game of it, the task of keeping me aroused without pushing me over the edge. I guess she just loved giving me head....

When I got the phone call from Jessica, it had been a couple of days since the library incident. She was bored and wanted to come over. Could I please entertain her? (Her plea was said with a particularly seductive, girlish pout.) With very little thought I agreed. This was really the first time that she had asked me to just "hang out." Was this the first step toward a relationship? I didn't know, but I was certainly ready to find out. So I picked her up and brought her over. After getting a couple of sodas, we settled in on my couch. At first, we chatted about her sorority rush activities. She mentioned something about a big end of the semester party in a week or two that seemed to be a pretty huge deal. Supposedly everyone gets dressed up in costumes and goes through some sort of ceremony signifying the end of the semester. She was pretty sketchy on the details (especially considering that she was a mere pledge and was getting everything second-hand), but asked me to come. I told her that I wasn't sure. I was a grad student that was a school instructor. How would it look if I went to a party with a bunch of undergrads? Maybe, I thought, it wouldn't be a problem if I was wearing a costume.

Jessica then said something that almost stopped me dead, "It is ok if you go, Professor. No worries. A bunch of the sisters have already seen you naked anyway."

"What?" I sputtered. 

"Well," Jessica said looking a little coy, "You've seen Shannon naked like a couple of times. In fact, I believe she totally sat on your dick and fucked your brains out."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I remember -- pretty well, in fact. It didn't sound, though, like you were just talking about Shannon. It sounds like you are alluding to some other people?"

Jessica grinned, "Guilty as charged. You are too smart for your own good sometimes, Professor," she said as she laughed. "You remember that incredible night when I blindfolded you and I made you fuck someone anonymously by the fountain? You couldn't see her, but you still fucked? And I wouldn't tell you who she was. If I remember right, you came inside her pussy?"

"Yeah." How could I forget? That night had tortured me ever since. It had played in my dreams on a never-ending reel. I wanted to know -- desperately -- who the mystery woman was. Who had the unknown female been that had gone for a ride on my cock? Which pussy wrapped around me so tight and sweet? I didn't know, and now every woman I passed was a possibility. Did I fuck the blonde smoking in the entrance way? Was it the Asian hottie working at the bookstore? Could it be the cute and sassy brunette I passed on the way to class? Perhaps she was another one of my students from my public speaking class? 

Jessica took a long pause for emphasis before continuing. "Well, she will be at the party and she would like another go around with you."

My jaw dropped. Was Jessica joking? 

"Trust me, Professor. She wants you again and I would like to see that happen. The last time was pretty fucking hot. But there is more. Wanna hear it?"

I grunted and motioned for Jessica to continue.

"Several of my sorority sisters were watching. It was a task for pledge. So in order to prove that it was done, I had to let them watch. I hope that is ok?" Jessica was looking at me with concern. It was obvious that she did not know how I was going to take that news. 

For a moment my mind reeled with the weight of Jessica's news. Great! It seemed like half the female student body knew how I was in the sack. That was pretty dangerous. The more people that know who I am, and about my extra-curricular activities the scarier things become. I was learning, though, to love that danger. I was getting a strange and twisted thrill from the possibility of getting caught.

As I thought about it, instead of getting angry I got turned on. A group of college coeds had stared at my uncovered cock. They then saw me slowly slide it into a wet and ready cunt. Finally they watched me publicly fuck one of their slutty sorority sisters to a crashing pair of dual orgasms. I couldn't think of anything hotter. In reality, what did I have to complain about?

I wanted to get Jessica to clarify. "So you are saying that Shannon and some other random woman I have fucked will both be at this party? In addition, several other women who have watched me fuck will also be there? And because we will be wearing costumes nobody will know who the other people are?"

Jessica nodded.

"So what is keeping this party from becoming some-kind of major orgy?" I asked. Jessica's eyes twinkled, as she replied, "Nothing. Wanna go?"

"Absolutely," I replied.

"Good. I'll make sure to get you the stuff you need for the party. I know it will be a lot of fun," Jessica said. She then reached over and grabbed the remote control. She pointed it at the TV and said, 'Why don't you find something to watch? I am going to keep myself entertained for a little while."

I looked at Jessica quizzically and she smiled wickedly. I felt her hand run up my thighs to my belt. With practiced ease, she undid the belt buckle and then the fly of my jeans. Another couple of seconds went by, and my pants were around my ankles and my cock was stuffed into Jessica's mouth. She was happily bobbing up and down, working the soft, sensitive skin of my rod.

.....And that is how I found myself to be a participant in a blowjob that seemed like it would never end. 

Time passed. The duration of the blowjob exceeded all reasonable expectations. My head was thrown back, my eyes slanted in ecstasy. I was dripping wet with saliva and pre-cum. I had been hard for so long, just waiting at the precipice for the nudge that could push me over. My balls were high and tight. They wanted to release the fluids contained inside.

I tried to remain calm. I focused on my breathing. In -- out. Oh, sweet Jessica; it felt so fucking good. The tease was what made this experience special. This long, languishing blowjob was one in a million. While I felt the need for release beginning to boil in my balls, I had no desire to push. Nature needed to take its course. I didn't want to force it by bucking my hips or pounding Jessica's angelic face. This was about her setting the tempo and control. She was the one in charge of this blowjob. Let her decide when I was going to cum. 

Jessica's face, hair, and make-up were a sloppy, tousled mess. I looked down at her and she smiled -- boy, did she smile -- as she lovingly rubbed my rod all over her schoolgirl face. She was coated in smeared make-up and saliva. Jessica had kept me going for over an hour and a half forcing me to watch this idiotic suspense / thriller as she sucked my cock. It wasn't a bad trade off, but my limits were quickly approaching.

"Oh Jessica, I want to cum...." I moaned, my voice trailing off.

"Not yet, Professor," she said popping my cock out of her mouth. She slapped it against her tongue a couple of times before continuing, "You can cum after the movie is over. Only after the credits start rolling can you shoot your sticky white seed down my fucking throat." 

I groaned, and nodded in compliance. Consent was the least I could do for such spectacular head. My task be difficult, but not impossible. I sat back and relaxed, shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch. The movie seemed to be wrapping up. The killer was running from the police in a predictable and trite chase scene. Only a couple of more minutes and I would be golden.

I hadn't counted on Jessica, though. She is the devil! Just as I was finding my zone, Jessica kicked into full gear. Her lips locked around my shaft, forming an oh, so tight seal.

The pressure around my dick was excruciating. Those twin, luscious lips held me tight and deep. I could feel the warm, wet massage of Jessica's mouth encircle me with pure sensation. Just a few moments before Jessica had been a playful tease. She was no longer just a woman having fun giving me head. Instead, she changed the situation; Jessica wanted to test me against the restrictions she had arbitrarily placed. Could she make me cum before the movie ended? 

It was a test of wills. I was torn. I wanted to give into the blowjob, to succumb to Jessica's skill and artistry. But for some reason, I also didn't want her to win. Would holding off prove something? Was this game about control? Was I trying to show myself to be her sexual equal? Whatever the case, I gritted my teeth, dug my fingers into the arm of the couch, and did my best to hold back the pressing torrent.

Jessica clamped down and kept on sucking. She held my shaft in one hand and my balls in the other. As she sucked, she also stroked. Jessica squeezed and caressed my nuts, coaxing out the cum that was about ready to boil over. God, she was a first class pole smoker!

My face contorted and my muscles tensed. My whole body shook as the orgasm overtook my body. I made eloquent "unh, unh, unh!" groans as my hips thrust involuntarily into Jessica's face. Jet after jet of jizz spurted from the end of my dick, hitting the back of her throat. Jessica took it all, greedily slurping down every last drop of my creamy spunk. 

....And still she held on. Jessica brushed away the blonde hair that had fallen down over her face. Then she coquettishly batted her eyelashes at me. She was pure seduction. Her mouth was still wrapped tightly around the end of my dick. Jessica made contented cooing sounds as she gobbled down the last traces of my seed. Her right hand gently tickled the soft-fleshy underside my balls. Her nails scratched my sensitive skin. The other hand was sliding up my stomach so that she could softly tweak my hardened nipple. 

I leaned back on the couch. All traces of tension were leaving my body. I could feel the issues of the day melting away as I was overtaken by a fresh sense of satisfaction. I looked down at Jessica's glowing face. She was smiling up at me, radiant and carefree. I crooked my finger and asked her to sit up on the couch with me. I needed to taste her lips. I wanted to convey the emotion that was pouring through me. 

Jessica sat up, and I put my arm around her. I pulled her in close and buried my head in her hair. I breathed deeply, taking in her shimmering vanilla scent. Her hand was roaming under my shirt, gently stroking my chest. I kissed her ear, nuzzling her. I said softly, "So good.... Thank you, Jessica. Do you want me to return the favor?"

"You will," she sighed, smacking my cum off of her lips. "But not right now. Later." 

So instead I drifted off to sleep.

*****

CRASH!!!

I woke up with a start. My veins ran cold. I bolted upright from the couch, jumping to my feet. What was going on? 

"Oops. My bad!" I heard Jessica giggle. Her head poked around the corner wall that separated my kitchen from the living room. "Sorry. I dropped a pot."

I couldn't help but laugh. I was never the best person to wake up. I was prone to wake up suddenly and with a fury. It was lucky no one was within reach when I came to. Who knows what might have happened then? 

"Professor," I heard Jessica call out from the kitchen. "There is nothing in your fridge or pantry. What kind of show are you running here?"

"Well I wasn't planning on being seduced by a gorgeous, eighteen-year old coed tonight," I said. "It's been a little while since I have had a chance to go shopping."

"That's a great idea. Totally, let's go!" Jessica shouted.

"Ummm, what?" I said, more than a little confused. 

"Let's go to the grocery store. We can get a frozen pizza and some snacks and everything would be awesome. Sound good?" 

I smiled. "Sure. I'm ready to go anytime you are."

"Oh, one thing Professor," Jessica said with a wink, "you might want to pull up your pants."

*****

Jessica was humming to herself, happily pushing our cart down an aisle of the frozen food section. I was a few feet behind watching the gentle sway of her ass as she walked. Her firm and supple butt was a thing of immaculate beauty. I think I could bury my nose between those cheeks for weeks and be happy. I am sure Jessica could feel my eyes on her, undressing her, groping her. At one point she turned around to look at me, sticking out her tongue. She then reached around and spanked her ass. God! I could feel my heart beat right through my chest. Jessica knew I was looking and she enjoyed it -- wanted it! That fact made everything so much sexier.

We stopped our grocery store stroll for awhile to discuss the merits of Stouffer's French Bread Pizzas versus the more standard Tombstone pies. I don't think either of us was willing to back down, so we compromised and put one of each in the cart. We also tossed in a couple of pint sized containers of Ben and Jerry's. Nothing like a healthy dinner! I was ready to head for the check-out line when Jessica said....

"How about we head over to the produce section?"

I looked at her quizzically. "Veggies?" I said. "Sure we can get some celery or something. That could be good."

Jessica smirked at me. She was up to something, but I wasn't yet sure what. "Well, I was thinking about a zucchini for me and a grapefruit for you."

Huh? I didn't even like grapefruit. In fact, if I had a least favorite food, grapefruit would be it. And point blank I told Jessica so.

"Grapefruit sucks!"

Jessica bent over and laughed. Clearly, what I said had been funny. But the oddity was that I didn't really see the humor in the situation. Something had passed me by. What was I missing? 

"Oh silly, Professor," Jessica said as she leaned up to kiss me on the cheek, "they aren't for eating. They're for fucking."

It took a moment for the full weight of her words to sink in. Fucking? 

Then it hit me. My cheeks grew red and I suddenly became very warm. For a second I couldn't get air. My jaw dropped in disbelief. 

"You mean...." I said, my voice trailing off.

Jessica just nodded and grinned. I grinned, right back at her.

She took the cart from my hands and pushed it in the direction of the vegetable aisle. The area was deserted except for one lone stock clerk, who was busy reorganizing the green peppers. He looked young, probably about Jessica's age. He had a slightly stressed out, geeky look to him. He was disheveled, awkward, and clearly bored with his work. 

I saw him look up and ogle Jessica as we entered the area. A lascivious leer crept onto his face as a dirty fantasy played out in his mind. His eyes traveled up and down her body, making sure to take in every sensuous curve. For a moment, they stopped on her boobs, but then they quickly veered away. The look would have been creepy if he hadn't been so obviously bumbling and embarrassed. 

As Jessica walked over to a large mound of grapefruit she seemed to put a little extra sway to her step. Her hips wobbled back and forth seductively, swinging like a sexy pendulum. She stood up extra tall and proud, her breasts jutting out on display. I could see her nipples, hard as glass, poking through her shirt. Jessica was putting on a show, and she loved every moment of it.

Jessica grabbed two large and round grapefruits and said, "So what do you think of these two?" Her voice was slightly louder than usual. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the stock boy eavesdropping on the conversation. "Aren't they perfect?" She continued. "They both are pretty round and firm. What do you say?" Jessica held both of the fruits against herself at breast level. 

"I don't know. How do they feel?" I responded. 

Jessica stuck out her chest and the fruits even further, "They are pretty firm, but supple. I bet they would totally feel good in your hands. What do you think? Why don't you squeeze my grapefruits?"

I chuckled silently to my self as I heard the stock boy drop a green pepper. It rolled across the floor unnoticed. I reached out my hands and gave the two grapefruit a generous squeeze. I paused for a moment, as if in deep contemplation. Jessica just played along, pursed her lips, and pouted. She was so fucking sexy. 

"They are perfect," I replied. I looked into her eyes with true sincerity. "They are soft, but only give so much. I am not sure if I have ever seen better fruit. They feel so good in my hands." 

Jessica squealed with delight. She looked genuinely pleased with my reaction to her grapefruit. She leaned over kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "That was fun. If it is all right with you, I am going to go play some more." Juggling the grapefruits, one of her hands slid down my back and cupped the cheek of my ass. I felt everything get warm as the fever of my arousal hit again. 

Jessica placed a grapefruit in our cart and said, "Wait here. I think I need some special help." She turned with a flourish. Jessica's skirt flared up and her perfect teen ass (encased in some delightful white, cotton panties) came into view for a brief instant. It was enough to fuel my hard on. God, I wanted to take her right there on top of a mountain of citrus.

With confidence and an extra swish in her stride, Jessica sauntered up to the bedraggled stock boy. He was trying to avert his eyes, or perhaps to dissipate into thin air. But Jessica wasn't having any of that. She stood maybe a foot away from where he was stacking green peppers so attentively, and tapped her foot. Slowly, he raised his head. His eyes took in everything along the way: her rounded hips, her slim teen waist, her flat stomach, her lush tits, and her sweet face. I could see him memorizing every detail, holding onto it all for the dreams that would come later that night.




Oral Exam Ch. 13



"Excuse me," Jessica said. Her voice was high and girlish. Her hands were clasped behind her back so that she couldn't help but push out her bountiful chest "But could you tell me where the zucchinis are?"

The stock boy cleared his throat once and tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out. Just a slight, strangled gurgling sound left his throat. Instead, he raised his arm and pointed. 

"Could you show me please, Robert?" Jessica asked as she read his name off the identification tag. Her voice turned into a pleading pout. How could any straight man say no to that? "I would really appreciate it. Pleeeeeease?"

He stood stunned for a moment, a complete deer in the headlights. Blinking twice, he said, "Ummmm, sure." Robert shuffled off to one of the vegetable displays. I swear I could see him sporting a hard-on behind the grocery-store, uniform apron he was required to wear.

"So, ummmm, these are the zucchini's," he said standing beside a mound of green cylindrical objects. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Yeah," Jessica said, batting her eyelashes. "Could you help me to pick one out? I am not really sure what to look for in a zucchini." 

"Well, ummmm, unfortunately neither do I," Robert said, starting to back away. "I just stock the shelves. You probably want to pick one that isn't rotten. That is about the best I can do."

"So what you are saying is that pick one that is hard and firm?" Jessica asked. She was smiling right at Robert. She was absolutely radiant. Every ounce of her charm was boring into him. It was an amazing thing watching her seduction at work. Strangely, I didn't feel jealous. I was really just amused at the course of events unfolding. I knew just what it was like to be in Robert's shoes. Jessica, once she was going, was a force of nature. No man -- and few women -- could stop her.

"I guess...." Robert replied, his voice trailing off.

Jessica reached out her hand and lightly touched Robert on the arm. Her fingers gently stroked the top part of his sleeve. If Robert was thinking about trying to leave, he wasn't going to be going anywhere now. "Yeah, hard and firm," Jessica said. "I think that sounds about right. I think that is how I like my zucchini's - probably long too, with a fat, rounded tip. Robert, do you know what I plan to do with my zucchini?" 

Robert gulped. He was still recovering from Jessica touching his arm. Questions seemed to be too much of a challenge. Eloquence was beyond the pale. "Ummm, no"

Jessica moved closer. She was just a breath away from Robert. I am sure he could feel her heat, her energy, her raw sexuality. She said slow and deliberate, "I am going to wash off that zucchini and scrub it down so it is sparkling clean. I then am going to lie down and take off all my clothes. I am going to spread my legs really wide. Finally, I am going to take the zucchini that you picked out, Robert, and shove it deep inside my pussy. What do you think of that?"

I am not sure if anyone -- ever -- could have looked more stunned than Robert at that moment. His jaw dropped; his eyes were wide open. A single, strong breeze probably could have knocked him over. Words were beyond him. 

Jessica just kept right on talking. "I thought you would like that, Robert. See that guy over there?" Jessica paused for a moment to point me out. I just smiled and waved. "He is one of my professors in college. I have been soooooo naughty. I wasn't a very good student, so I made a deal with him. I told my Prof that I would do dirty, nasty things if he would give me a higher grade in his class. So that is why we are here. A deal is a deal. We are picking out some produce for us to fuck. We already got a grapefruit for him. Now we need something for me. Would you like to see where the zucchini is going to go?" This last question shocked even me. Jessica wouldn't go there, would she?

I guess she would. Jessica reached down and slowly lifted up the hem of her skirt. I quickly looked around. No one was in the vicinity. The front of Jessica's skirt was now at her waist. Holding it in place with one hand, she reached down and pulled the front of her panties away from her skin.

While I couldn't see Jessica's naughty bits from my vantage point, I am sure that Robert could. He looked down mesmerized, almost as if in a trance. Jessica's freshly shaven, teen snatch was on display for him. So delectable, so cute! That puffy, little, eighteen-year old pussy was so beautiful! 

Jessica reached deep inside of her panties. From the look on her face, I guess she rubbed her finger along her clit and then stuck it in side of her pussy. I saw her whole body tense for a moment, as she warmed up to her invading finger. Then she parted her lips for a moment, releasing a long, low moan. This girl was pure seduction. 

She lifted her hand from her panties, snapping the tight elastic band back to her bronzed, taut stomach. Jessica took her middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it lightly. "So good," she murmured. Jessica's display was more than a little pornographic. Robert just stood their stunned. 

Jessica's voice once again broke the silence. "I like things that are long, round, and hard to go in my pussy. Maybe something that is nice and bumpy so that I can feel it as it spreads me open. Could you pick one out for me?"

Robert stared for a moment and seemed to go into autopilot. He reached down without really seeing and picked up a zucchini. It was long and thin, kind of paltry. Certainly, it would not have been my first choice -- but I don't Robert's brain was really working. He held it up to Jessica. She just scowled playfully and said, "No, I don't think so. Whatever goes in my pussy needs to feel really good!"

Robert seemed to come to, as if he suddenly woke up. A big shit-eating grin appeared on his face, as he said, "Sure. I will see what I can find." He leaned down over the display and began to scrutinize every single zucchini. No detail was too small. He would hold up a veggie for a moment, roll it around in his hand, and then set it back in the pile. Suddenly, Robert was the world's foremost on critic on zucchini's. It was quite entertaining to watch. 

Meanwhile Jessica was preening and posing to egg him on. She was leaning back slightly, so that her chest would stick out prominently. I could see those lush and bountiful breasts straining against her shirt, almost ready to pop out. While her skirt had fallen back down to her thighs, Jessica was playing girlishly with the hem. Too cute! She would occasionally "ooh" or "ahh," when a particularly interesting specimen was being examined. Sweet teen sex dripped from her every pore; she was the adorable slut next door of adolescent fantasies. 

Robert finally found his designated zucchini cock. He held it up to Jessica, offering it to her. She squealed in delight clapping her hands together. "Ooooohhh, that one looks yummy!" I heard her say. She then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him squarely on the cheek. Robert awkwardly wrapped his arms around Jessica's tight, little, teen body. I snickered. It was almost comical how stiff and rigid he was. I guess I was also pretty awkward the first time I was alone with Jessica. 

Robert and Jessica parted. Before walking away Jessica said, "Thanks Robert. I will take this lovely zucchini home and use it in the naughtiest way possible. I'll have to come back here later to tell you all about it. Would you like that?" Robert nodded. "I bet you would, dirty boy! Later."

Jessica turned around and walked toward me. I had heard everything that had happened. She had made the situation crystal clear. Both of us were grinning from ear to ear. She was such a tease. Poor Robert never knew what hit him.

Jessica hooked her arm in mine as she placed the zucchini into our cart. I got hard looking at it resting next to my grapefruit. Two virgin veggies were about to be fucked. I knew that the fun was just beginning. The evening was about to take a turn for the truly sexually deviant. 

"C'mon Professor," Jessica said, just loudly enough for Robert to hear. "It is time you take me home and fuck me with that zucchini like the nasty slut I am." 

*****

Jessica was lying in the bed, propped up on pillows, naked in the half-light except for a pair of Ugg boots. She was holding the zucchini in front of her face, licking it with her tongue it like it was a large, green cock. Her eyes were closed in an expression of total concentration. Golden-blonde hair fell lazily over part of her face, giving a faintly femme-fatale look. Her tanned, muscular legs were spread wide-open, allowing me a complete of her view soft, bare cunt. Jessica's pussy lips, which were already fat and engorged with arousal, were also moist with her sweet, sweet juices. 

I, on the other hand, was sitting slumped in an arm chair across from Jessica. My pants lay in a discarded pile on the floor next to me. My cock was hard, throbbing, and ready to fuck. Strangely, a pussy was not my target. Instead, I was about to deflower a large and swollen grapefruit -- the same grapefruit Jessica had picked out at the store for me. 

Everything was prepped and ready to go. Our produce had been washed and scrubbed. I had cut a hole in the thick orange skin about the size of my cock head. I had begun an indentation into the fruit with my finger. Now I just had to push my head through the sticky citrus and pulp. I guess it was time to fuck a grapefruit.

After leaving the produce section we quickly paid for our groceries. The trip home had been short but intense. While I tried to stay focused on the road, Jessica hiked up her skirt, dropped her panties to her ankles, and began to masturbate in the seat next to me. She was so lovely, and naked, and bare. The car quickly took on the pungent and aromatic scent of Jessica's pussy. I wished I could just pull over and take her right there in the parking lot of some McDonald's. Or, as an alternative, we could re-enact our drive through scene at Taco Bell from a few weekends ago. Whatever -- I was hard and horny and in desperate need of some attention.

When I asked for a little relief, however, Jessica said, "Uh uh, Professor. That would be bad. We bought some toys and now we need to use them. I am sure Robert would be very disappointed if I didn't use his zucchini." Then she went back to diddling her cute, baby twat.

Torture -- that's what this was. 

So I nodded, grunted, and hit the gas. I wove through back streets just to avoid a couple of traffic lights. Stop signs be damned! Fuck the pedestrians; I needed to get my freak on! What I was doing wasn't sane or safe, but that didn't matter. I was burning up for Jessica's teen pussy; control was not in my nature.

I finally pulled into a parking spot in front of my apartment building. "Nice driving, Professor," Jessica said, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She gave her clit one more rub, slapped her pussy twice, and pulled up her sexy cotton panties. Jessica set her skirt back to normal and exited the car.

As soon as we closed the apartment door, Jessica and I fell into each other's arms. Our lips met in a heated dance; a kiss raged between us. Our tongues touched, brushing and rubbing against each other in a sensual game. I fell backwards against the door, still clutching Jessica tight against me. She giggled into my mouth and slid her hand to my crotch. 

"Oooooooh, I see someone is ready," Jessica moaned. "Is your dick hard just because of little ol' me? That is so hot. I bet you liked it when I touched myself in the car. You like it when I get dirty. I bet you wanted your cock to be where my fingers were -- inside my sweet, teen coochie. My grade-whore pussy is dripping wet and ready to be filled by your hard, professorial cock. But that will cum later. For now, it is zucchini time." 

Fuck! Jessica's dirty mouth was driving me wild. I was lust-drunk on her words. Every utterance spoken made me writhe in need. I groaned as Jessica massaged my swollen dick through my pants. Her touch felt so good. I am sure that I was aroused enough that my tip was dripping salty, white pre-cum 

Jessica continued, "I also wonder if you liked me talking to Robert, teasing him, showing him everything I have? He saw my pussy, Professor. What do you think of that? Does that make your cock hard? Did you like me being a naughty slut in front of another boy?"

"Yes," I groaned, kissing Jessica's shapely neck. My breath was raspy with need. Her skin smelled lightly of vanilla. I was intoxicated.

"You naughty, dirty Professor," Jessica said. She was still kneading my cock and balls. I felt on the verge of an explosion. Sheer will kept me from firing off. Deep and sultry, Jessica continued, "Follow me into the kitchen. And don't forget the groceries." 

Jessica pulled herself out of my arms, did a hair flip, and turned around. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She took a few steps before stopping again in the middle of my living room. Jessica bent at the waist, her deliciously full and round ass sticking up into the air. The globes of her butt looked so tasty and firm. Jessica slid her fingers under the waistline of her cotton panties. She then pulled them down, before letting the soft cloth fall to the floor. I could see her lovely flower -- her puffy, pink sex; the folds of her pussy were so beautiful and fuckable. I could bury my face or cock in that moist tender hole for days. Before rising, she gave her ass a single, loud smack. The crisp sound reverberated lewdly off my apartment walls. She giggled, stood upright, and then sauntered into the kitchen.

I joined her. She had turned on the sink water to lukewarm. I reached in the bag and pulled out the produce. We rinsed them off, scrubbing the zucchini and grapefruit thoroughly. This was done in silence; I think we were both too turned on to speak. Both of us were lost in our thoughts of happened and what was about to occur. We moved efficiently; before quickly adjourning to my bedroom.

In a single fluid motion, Jessica ripped off her shirt and bra before hopping into my bed. She pointed, ordered me to sit in a chair across from her, and told me to drop my pants. Her wish was my command. I felt nothing but relief as my dick popped out, unconstrained, into the open air. Total delight!

We were ready. Jessica was giving head to the zucchini, wetting the tip with her moist tongue. I had the grapefruit poised over the end of my cock. In a moment we would proceed to deflower our individual produce, masturbating together to a bizarre rhythm. 

Jessica opened her eyes and swept her hair out of her face. She grinned at me, a shared and confidential smile. I don't think she ever looked more beautiful than she did right now. She was a woman in need, but one who was sharing that need with me. Together we would do something very naughty and sexual.

"Professor, I think it is time," Jessica said. She took the zucchini and slid it down her body, making sure to rub it lightly around her nipples along the way. After a year of eternities, the deep green rod reached the end of its journey, the perfect destination: the sweet slit of Jessica's cunt. 

I was poised and ready for that initial thrust. The moment drew out. Our breath was in unison; our eyes were locked. When Jessica moved, I would move too. We would be fucking each other from across the room. My grapefruit would be her pussy. Her zucchini would be my cock. Together, we would ride the same wave -- a crest to a joint next orgasm.

The words were so pure and simple from Jessica's lips, "Fuck me." 

Never taking my eyes off of Jessica I slammed the grapefruit onto my engorged cock. At first, I hit a wall -- the citrus membrane. But after a few more thrusts I broke through. I could feel the fruit exploding on me. Juice squirted out, coating my crotch with vitamin C. It felt cold and wet, but still oddly erotic. The pulp formed a channel around me as it slid onto my dick, taking me in, parting ever so slightly. Each movement drove me a little further. It was so sexy knowing what I was doing. Not every guy can say they have fucked a grapefruit under the watchful gaze of a sexy woman.

Nor could they say that they saw that same sexy woman stick a zucchini inside of her pussy. Despite being very wet, it was also slow going for Jessica. The tip, which almost resembled a cock head, disappeared inside of her as Jessica rotated the veggie in a slow, wide circle. Each rotation drove the dark-green rod a little deeper. I saw Jessica's toes clench in heat, as she felt the smooth yet bumpy object penetrating her molten sex. Her head moved from side to side as the sensation started to take over. She began to build the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper until it was about half-way inside of her cunt. 

Jessica's eyes flared longingly as I fucked the grapefruit. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and wet her soft lips. I could hear her moan, "Oh yes, so good. Oh yeah, fuck it. Fuck it." But I couldn't be sure to what she was referring: the zucchini in her pussy or the grapefruit on my cock. The distinction didn't matter. We were as one in our lewd masturbation efforts. 

Jessica's hips were now bucking against the zucchini. They were fucking upward, trying to take the veggie deep inside of her cunt. I was in shock. I couldn't believe how much was inside of her pretty, pink hole. Each thrust shoved it deeper, until over two-third of the vegetable was inside of her. 

The true marvel, though, was when Jessica pulled the zucchini from her cunt and brought it up to her mouth. I could see the dark green skin glistening with slimy girl-cum. The outside of the zucchini was beautifully slick with Jessica's juices. Those juices, however, seemed to turn Jessica on even more. She licked along the length with a single slurp. She then moaned, "Oh fuck, I taste so good. I love my pussy. I wish I had some hot slut to sit on my face, grinding her cunt against my lips. Fuck! I need zucchini down my throat."

Jessica's mouth opened wide as she took the zucchini down her throat. She tilted her head back as she swallowed it down deep. This was a true deep throat. I couldn't believe how far the vegetable could go. What an artist!

As I watched this display I was getting hotter and hotter. My arm was working furiously as I slide the grapefruit back and forth on my raging cock. It was sticky and wet. I had now driven my cock as far I could before reaching the thick skin on the other side. Now I just needed to throw myself into it and bang away at the grapefruit. 

I slammed that grapefruit onto my cock. It was battered and bruised from the onslaught it was taking. No worries. Juice was running everywhere, down my legs, thighs, and the crack of my ass. The whole room stank of the aroma of grapefruit. Strange, I thought, I had never connected citrus with sex before. Now these two disparate things would forever be intertwined for me. 

Jessica's was also moving the zucchini faster and faster inside of her sopping twat. She was groaning in need, screaming "Fuck , oh fuck, Professor, oh fuck!!!" I could she was getting close. 

But I needed more. The grapefruit was good, but it was falling apart under my onslaught. I needed another answer to my horniness. 

I dropped the broken grapefruit and walked over to Jessica. She saw me approach her head, my cock jutting at full strength between my legs. Jessica's reaction was automatic; no thought was required. She gripped my cock in her right hand, and leaned in to take my dick into her mouth. 

The warmth of Jessica's mouth was such a welcome change to the cool loving of the grapefruit. I could feel her nostrils blowing hot air around my rod, as she slurped and sloshed. I took her head in my hands and pulled her face onto my dick. I bellowed, "Oh shit, eat my fucking dick! Take it slut. Suck all those nasty juices off of me. Get me clean, so I can really USE MY DICK!!!"




Oral Exam Ch. 13



While pummeling her pussy with the zucchini, Jessica inhaled my rod. Her tongue worked magic, circling and twisting with frantic desire. She was a fuck machine; a blowjob dispatcher. She was taking me where I wanted to go, but I didn't want to quite get there yet. I had one more thing I wanted to do....

I pulled my cock roughly from Jessica's mouth. She looked up at me and gave me a sexy and forlorn pout. I responded by gripping her at the waist and flipping her over. Now Jessica's ass was staring upward at me. The zucchini was blocking one orifice, considering Jessica was still fucking herself with it. No matter. It wasn't her pussy I was interested in. It was time for Jessica to be fucked at the same time in two of her three sweet, teen holes.

"Jessica," I growled, "I am going to fuck your tight, puckered asshole. You were such a naughty cocktease earlier this evening - now you are going to be fucked in the ass. That is where out of control, nasty sluts get fucked." Jessica burbled and groaned incoherently as she continued to screw herself silly with the zucchini. Apparently, the idea didn't sound too disagreeable.

"Spread em so I can DP you with the zucchini,'" I said as I pulled Jessica to the edge of the bed. I stepped between her legs and gripped the cheeks of her ass. I pried them apart, making sure to rub the sweet, nether hole of Jessica's asshole in the process. This would be rough; I wouldn't show mercy.

I placed the head of my dick at her trembling sphincter. Jessica slowed the driving rhythm of the zucchini as she made herself ready for my first thrust. Control and patience was necessary, otherwise too much would be going on. She would already be too full of the veggie to also be able to take my cock.

I was at the door to Jessica's ass again. I had to reflect on this sweet, sweet opportunity. How many other guys would love to be here? What would they give for the chance to fuck this delicious blonde up her juicy ass? I was such a lucky bastard. 

I pushed inside of Jessica's beautiful butt. Instantly, I felt her grip me like a vice. She held me tight, clutching me deeply. The tip was working its way in, slowly, surely, insistently. I could hear her groan into a pillow, "Oh fuck, it is filling me. I feel soooooo full! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" I felt the head pop inside. Now it was time to burrow in deeper, to begin to take the fuck to a new level. 

I could also feel the zucchini inside of Jessica. It was sliding in and out of her pussy, in an alternate rhythm. A thin membrane of skin separated me from the veggie. Together, cock and zucchini, made up a force of pure fuck. 

I knew that this was not going to be a long, slow screw. I understood very well that I wasn't going to last very long. Jessica's ass was just too tight. The sensation was too much. The pleasure -- oh the pleasure! -- was beyond compare. 

I began to feel orgasmic electricity coursing through me. My cock felt so good in the sweet sheath of this eighteen-year old coed's ass. I dug my fingers into Jessica's skin and gripped her tightly at the waist. Thrust after thrust banged into her. The friction was so hot! I wanted to finish this with force. I wanted to pound into her, to slam her sphincter, to own her bowels. Jessica responded by bucking back into me and by releasing a babbling torrent of guttural moans. 

With a final thrust, I pulled Jessica onto my shaft. I was buried as deep inside of her ass as I could go. My whole body began to quake; I felt myself going weak in the knees. I groaned a deep and earthy wail as jets of white, hot jism fired off inside of Jessica. Several ropes of cum found their home deep within her bowels. 

We were both exhausted. Our gasping breath was deep and long. I uncorked myself from her ass, releasing a river of our juices. I fell to the bed, to tired to say anything. Instead, I threw my arm around her and fell into the spoon position. The last thing I remember before drifting off was Jessica saying, "Mmmmm zucchini and grapefruit...." 



Oral Exam Ch. 14



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first twelve stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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"Hello stranger. Wanna fuck?"

I was sitting on a barstool in a popular watering hole, slightly off-campus. For the last twenty minutes, I had been saddled up to the bar, staring at a long neck beer bottle and picking at some pretzels. I was beginning to have my doubts. Time ticked away and the inevitable questions came. Would she come? Was I being stood up? This is strange, I thought. She called me. This rendezvous wasn't even my idea. 

I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. A soft, pink tongue lightly grazed the lobe of my ear. Strands of chestnut hair brushed against my cheek. A hand touched me on the shoulder and slid downward. A lone fingernail traced an excruciatingly slow and winding path down my spine. I was hot and cold at once; chills raced through me radiating outward from the unexpected touch. 

....And then those words, "Hello, stranger. Wanna fuck?" So naughty and obscene, they played in my ear and tumbled through my mind. Those three simple syllables reverberated back and forth, pulling me into an indecent mental state. My muscles stiffened as I felt her kissing me on my neck. She was wrapping her arms around me, clutching me beautifully tight. I gasped, lightly, moaning in desire. My pulse began to race. 

I could feel two, twin fleshy orbs pressing into my back. These were the tits of my dreams -- the ones that I would want to suckle in the darkest, most desperate patches of night. Oh they felt very soft and kissable, the kind of tits one could bury their face in for a week. I wanted to take those breasts - one by one - in my mouth. I needed to nuzzle, suck, and nibble on the crinkled skin of her nipples. I longed to feel her tips growing hard and aroused between my teeth.

I began to turn around, but she stopped me by putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't," she said, while biting me lightly on the ear. Her voice had an edge; I was hers to command. 

"I don't have much time. This will get you into my apartment," she said sliding the key in front of me. "Go there and wait for me inside my bedroom closet. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I won't be long. Wait for me inside." She paused for a moment. I knew she could sense my skepticism. "Trust me, dude, you won't be disappointed. Don't come out of the closet, though, unless I tell you to. Instead, watch, wait, and enjoy. But stroke yourself off. I think, if all goes well, that tasty cum of your will be needed later on. Oh, and if you feel the inclination go ahead and pick up the video camera in the closet and hit record. Dude, everything is all set up for you. That would be hot and very appreciated. We good?"

I nodded, signaling that I understood. 

"Excellent, Professor. I'd suggest getting going. I don't want you to be seen. I won't be far behind. If you are a good boy, you will be rewarded. Heck, you might even get to fuck two different pussies tonight."

I grinned. That thought was certainly intriguing. Who would the second pussy belong to? It didn't matter. Whatever Sarah wanted, Sarah would get. I would make sure of that.

*****

I was sitting cross-legged on the thick shag floor of Sarah's closet. The door separating the clothes-filled alcove from the bedroom was cracked at about six inches. Resting on the floor next to me was a small, hand-held video camera. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It looked like Sarah had checked the equipment from the department earlier that day. 

I had a clear view of Sarah's bedroom. I knew it well. When we started grad school, Sarah and I had used that bed several times over for various carnal activities. I think we slaked our wanton thirst with every position imaginable (Boy, was that mattress and box springs extremely durable and resilient!) Together we had performed a sexual circus, a wild and animalistic romp that still played in my masturbatory fantasies. Licking, sucking, and fucking: we did it all. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, topped by a forest green comforter. Several large fluffy pillows rested at the head board. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a lamp. The light was muted, bathing the room in a soft, sensual tone. 

For the first few minutes I was excited. A new sexual production was about to begin and I had a front row seat. I wasn't sure what I going to see, but I really wanted to view whatever Sarah had planned. My pulse raced as my dirty brain worked on the puzzle Sarah had given me. What would transpire on that bed? A whole host of naughty possibilities cycled through my mind. 

Quickly, though, those thoughts faded and boredom set in. Living on hopes and high expectations, can only take one so far. Sooner or later those dreams will flutter on the wind. I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but let sleep overtake me.

I awoke with a start. I heard the bedroom door fling open, crashing into the wall behind it. I heard two girlish giggles and the phrase, "Oh shit!" as a picture tumbled off the wall. 

I looked up and saw two gorgeous women reaching for each other in the doorway. The first, the one facing toward me, was Sarah. She was the one who set this whole thing up. Her long chestnut hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. She was leaning into the other women, kissing her on the neck with a deep-rooted passion. Her gigantic breasts pressed tightly into the woman in front of her. 

While I couldn't yet see the second woman's face, she looked familiar. She was short, at a height of approximately 5'0," but still completely stacked. She was a blonde bundle of fun, a tight little package that could be picked up, turned around, and flipped in any direction. The woman's hair was cut into a bob high above her shoulders. Her tits were a small and perky handful; her ass was a hard-bodied wonder. Such a body was sculpted and built to be used, to be handled, and to be fucked. She was wearing a backless black cocktail dress held up by a single string tied around her neck. It looked like the fabric would fall to her feet with a single delicious tug. And then there would be nothing left but her smooth, supple skin.

Sarah's hands roamed over every inch of the blonde's tight, little body. Her fingertips sensuously slid over her taut, muscular curves. Sarah caressed the shape of the woman's outline from her neck to her ass -- and then back up again. As Sarah touched her, the blonde practically purred. I could barely hear a wispy, feminine moan from where I sat in the closet. The blonde arched her back and fell into Sarah's touch. The two bodies melted into one -- kissing, touching, and rubbing. Through Sarah's hands, I swear I could feel the blonde's skin. Sex practically dripped from her. My thoughts and desires were molten. 

I picked up the camera, flicked it on, and held it up to my eye. I would be the surrogate participant -- the unseen, unknown member of a threesome. Through the lens, I too would get to fuck; I too would get to join in Sapphic delights. Every sexy pose, moan, or caress would be filtered through my eye into the camera. From there, the scene would be stored, locked away to be savored later. I was the final bridge to saving this scene, in all of its juicy sexuality, for eternity. 

Sarah -- that bawdy slut - knew what she was doing. Her devious mind concocted this moment, planning every detail to construct the perfect sexual scheme. The rendezvous, the seduction, and then the eventual tease (for I was pretty sure, despite whatever rewards Sarah might have dangled in front of me, that teasing followed by eventual masturbation would be the only thing on the menu for me tonight). 

I looked through the camera's view finder. Black went to color, as the power clicked on. I held the lens close to my eye. Perhaps, I thought, by pulling the camera closer I could somehow get closer to the two women in the next room. I could then know what it was like to hold them in my arms, and to take them in all of the naughty ways I could dream up. Doubtful. For the first moment the image was fuzzy, but in an instant later the focus shifted. The two delicious sex kittens were full-on in view. I could now soak them up with my eye.

Sarah bent down and nibbled on the blonde's milky, white neck. At the same time, one of her hands was now cupping and groping the blonde's high and perky ass cheeks. Her hands worked a rhythmic, kneading motion on the supple flesh. Those twin cheeks were perfectly toned, rounded, and firm. With every squeeze they stood tall and proud, resilient to Sarah's insistent grope. The blonde, lost to the sensuality of the moment, could do nothing but moan. The neck kisses and ass play seemed to be overwhelming her; she was trembling with desire. Sarah's mouth dropped lower, biting and nibbling the tender skin as she went. Her ferocity grew with every kiss. The blonde's neck and shoulders would probably be coated with hickeys and love bites the next day.  

In between kisses and bites, Sarah looked up. She looked at me through a film of lust and need. Our eyes locked. She could clearly see me holding the camera, recording every twitch, moan, and writhe. Her plan worked. I swear I could see an evil grin creep onto her face.

Sarah grabbed the neck strap holding up the blonde's dress and placed it between her teeth. She made a cat-like growl and quickly moved her head to the side. With that tug, the single knot that was holding up the blonde's dress came undone. With a flourish, Sarah stepped back. With a devilish giggle she said, "Whoops, how did that happen?" as the dress fell to the blonde's ankles. 

For the first moment, the blonde was confused and taken off guard; she stood there clutching herself in disbelief. Her body was the perfect little package, a total bundle of raw sex. There was not an ounce of fat on her. Her skin, which was the color of flawless porcelain, was sinewy and supple. She had the well-toned and muscles of a dancer or gymnast. I could see those muscles tight and ready to spring just under her skin. Those of the positions she could assume, messed with my mind. 

And the ass.... What an ass! I had suspected greatness was hiding under that dress. I was not proven wrong. Before me were two of the most perfect orbs I could imagine. A tiny, black thong framed the fleshy mounds perfectly. I wanted to grab them, grope them, and spank them. They were soft and springy, wonderfully firm and delightfully bouncy. A vision danced in my head of me prying those two glorious cheeks apart so that I could lick the beautiful, crinkled nether hole in-between. My tongue would dip inside her rich and earthy bunghole, squirming deliciously -- and then she would dance on my face. 

"Bitch," the blonde giggled in a voice than sounded oddly familiar. Did I detect a hint of a Southern accent? The discomfort was now gone. She had recovered from the surprise of being stripped of her dress. Instead, the blonde's arms rested at her sides and her chest was thrust out. She had the unspoken confidence of an individual who was extremely comfortable within her own skin. 

The blonde turned, her profile facing me. Suddenly, she launched into action. With a squeal and a huge shove she pushed Sarah onto her bed. Sarah fell backwards, legs akimbo and laughing. Her large breasts jiggled deliciously under her loose fitting top. 

More importantly, however, I was able - for the first time -- to see the blonde's face.

But this wasn't truly the first time. It was a face I knew well. The blonde was a friend who I had seen on a fairly regular basis over the last couple of years. She and I had spent countless hours studying together under the confines of graduate school. We had talked about our classes, bitched about professors, and commiserated about our workload. She even had asked me for advice regarding her long distance relationship with her fiancé Zach. Enter the unexpected. Now this woman was nearly naked (damn thong!), standing full-on in front of me. She was my fellow grad student, my office mate, and sometimes my drinking buddy Cindy. 

I had nagging fantasies about Cindy. I often would wake up in a cold sweat, hard and ready, with Cindy on my mind. Her cute Southern accent rang in my ears, telling me to "Eat her pussy" or to "Fuck her senseless." Until recently, these thoughts had been extremely rare. I simply regarded Cindy as more of a friend, than as a potential lover. Sex had not entered into our relationship.

At least sex hadn't been there until Cindy nearly caught a coed named Taryn sucking me off under my office desk. And then my other grad student pal, Sarah, told Jessica, Shannon, and I, under the duress of a heated game of truth or dare, about an affair that had taken place between her and Cindy. Knowing that Cindy was into other women stoked the fire in my loins to a raging inferno. Now I couldn't get those nasty thoughts out of my head. I never, though, dreamed that I would watch them transpire before my eyes.

I knew that Cindy was attractive, but I had never dreamed that she would look that good. Damn! We had talked at length about running, swimming, and dance (she was really into tap) while procrastinating on work in the office. Generally, she wore baggy clothes and loose fitting sweaters into the office. I could tell she had a tight, little body -- but fucking wow! 

Like a tiger stalking prey, Cindy pounced on top of Sarah. Cindy let loose with a sexy, yet ferocious "rowr" as Sarah's voluptuous body broke her fall. Not surprisingly, Cindy went right for Sarah's tits. How could she not? I understood; those bosoms are simply too good to be ignored. Cindy pawed and groped, buried her face in them, and then made motor-boating sounds. 

Sarah giggled and flipped Cindy over. In a dizzying flurry they were rolling around on the bed. Sarah was on top, bottom, and then top again before shifting positions yet another time. They couldn't stay still. Together Sarah and Cindy tumbled around on the queen sized bed. Legs, arms, and hair went flying in every direction. They were a giddy and girlish pair, a mass of giggles and sighs, a bundle of sexual energy. Back and forth they went across the bed, petting each other and kissing feverishly. 

Sarah's clothes quickly came off; Cindy sought skin-on-skin contact. My eyes bugged out and my mouth fell open. Sarah's lush and pillow-like breasts never ceased to thrill me. 

I think Sarah's bare tits had the same effect on Cindy. Like an eager child, Cindy began to play. She cupped them in her hands. She then pushed them tightly together and let them fall apart. Cindy slapped each nipple lightly, chortling evilly at the fleshy symphony of sounds she was making. Sarah squealed at the sudden cracks at her tits. Her nipples, feeling the dual demons of pain and pleasure, became alive and erect. Finally, she fell to them with a renewed and lustful hunger -- licking and nuzzling on Sarah's nipples with a primal and inhuman ferocity.

Sarah said, her voice was tinged with need and laughter, "Mmmmmn... that feels good. It makes me feel so warm and gooey inside. So yummy.... I have missed you Cindy. I need to have you over more often...." Sarah's voice tapered off as Cindy's tongue hit her nipple in exactly the right spot; all that was left, was a breathy gasp.

Cindy looked up with a mischievous smile. She tucked her blonde bob coyly behind her ears, before replying. "Anytime y'all want me over, just say the word. I can play with these things anytime." She licked her lips and then returned to the wonder of Sarah's nipples.

Cindy didn't stop there, however. Holding Sarah's tits between her hands Cindy kissed the valley in-between. She slathered the crevice lewdly with spit, before massaging that spit into Sarah's skin. She licked each nipple, biting them gently, before heading southward. 

Moving down Sarah's body, Cindy lingered at Sarah's belly button. She extended her tongue, so that it formed into a small, pink, tickling appendage. Round and round it went, picking up speed as she circled the tiny crinkled hole. Cindy zigged and zagged, driving Sarah into a fits of giggles. She had found Sarah's ticklish spot.

"No more, no more, no more," Sarah murmured, out of breath. Sarah placed one of her hands at the top of Cindy's head and pushed. Cindy got the message. 

Cindy was soon at the top of Sarah's hips. She peppered Sarah's skin with tiny, fleeting butterfly kisses, as she moved down her body. Cindy was now lingering between Sarah's thighs, her head kissing the top of Sarah's pubic bone. She grinned up at Sarah, her eyes crackling with passion, and said, "I crave your cunt. I want to taste you. I want to see you cum. Feed me your pussy."

Sarah exploded; the damn opened up, and rippling waves of lust came cascading down. She responded to Cindy's command by placing both hands on the top of Cindy's head and pushing forcefully downward. Sarah then screamed, "Do it then, you slut! Lick my fucking cunt! I am wide open and wet for you. Stick your tongue all the way up inside. I have been thinking about you for too long. Eat me raw!" 

Cindy grinned one more time before bending her head to Sarah's pretty, pink snatch. "Whatever you say, Sarah," she said. I zoomed in with the camera to capture the moment on film. I could see her leaning in to tentatively taste Sarah's warm and moist slit. The first touch of her tongue was magic. Cindy's tongue solicited a deep and throaty groan from Sarah's lips. The next lick caused Sarah to twitch. And on the third Sarah closed her eyes threw her head back in primal ecstasy. 

Sarah moaned and then raised her head once again. She looked Cindy in the eyes and said, "You fucking slut, do you like how my pussy tastes?"

"I love it"

"Then fucking do it, dude," Sarah responded. "Lick it up. You make me so fucking wet. I want my juices all over your face." 

Cindy attacked Sarah's pussy with a renewed fervor. She needed that pussy, that fucking cunt! Cindy wanted to taste the warm, wetness of Sarah's desire. Every lick brought the cum closer. I could hear the liquid, mesmerizing sound of Cindy's tongue lapping against Sarah's clit. Cindy seemed to be flying along at a pretty impressive speed. Steam rose from Sarah's cunt. Arousal was on the air. The fresh smell of Sarah's sex filled the room.

Still squeezing Sarah's tits, Cindy's hands slowly began to slide down Sarah's body. One locked, palm to palm, with one of Sarah's hands. Immediately, both pairs of fingers interwove in a lover's caress -- pure connection. The other hand found sanctuary at Sarah's meaty butt. At first she simply cupped an ass cheek, kneading it between her fingers. The flesh was thick but firm. But then Sarah moaned, "My ass... my ass... my ass... do it..." before trailing off. Cindy took the hint, and went plundering. The object: Sarah's tight bunghole. 

From my vantage, I couldn't see the true details (penetration) of what Cindy was doing with her fingers. But it wasn't too hard to figure out the details of the situation. I could see Cindy's hand creeping toward the tight crevice between Sarah's ass cheeks. After apparently finding what she was looking for, the muscles on Cindy's arm clenched. She looked up at Sarah and said calmly, as if to a skittish animal, "Hold still. Oh wow, you're tight. Easy.... Steady, steady.... There it goes. Feel that? How does it feel sliding in? Pretty good, right?" 




Oral Exam Ch. 14



At least one finger was buried in Sarah's ass.

Like fireworks, Sarah gasped and sputtered, "Oh fuck!" She arched her back, driving her hips wildly upward. Sarah grabbed the back of Cindy's head and smooshed her drooling cunt into Cindy's face. Her thighs closed around Cindy's ears, as Sarah moaned, "Oh shit, so fucking good! That tongue.... Mmmmn.... Yeah, stick it in deeper. Ooooooohhh, I love it in my fucking ass." 

I was enthralled. While I had seen two women eat each other out before, this was much more intimate -- more private. Sarah knew I was there, but Cindy didn't have a clue. That was somehow more exciting. I knew that Cindy's actions came from a lust for another woman, not out of some desire to play a three-way vamp for my pleasure. That knowledge was mind-blowing. I pulled down my zipper, fished inside my pants, and pulled out my cock. I didn't stroke it; I just need to make room for my dick to breathe. I was too hard for the confines of jeans. Feeling more relaxed; I was more able to focus on the important task at hand. I continued to hold the camera and film every torrid moment passing before the lens.

Sarah looked ready to cum. Her body was rolling and writhing. Her skin was flushed. She was madly groping her two titanic tits, trying desperately to squeeze sensation out of them. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. Sarah's chest heaved, as every breath she drew was an irregular, ragged gasp. A string of commands and expletives escaped from her lips. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... eat it, eat my cunt... oh GOD!!! Eat me, you blonde whore... EAT ME!!!" I smiled. Sarah was not a quiet lover, and she was probably playing it up for the camera. This would, indeed, make a very hot video. "Oh, I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmm!!!!"

With an explosion of lust, Sarah's body exploded off of the bed. Her hips rose up, fucking the air, as if pulled by a hidden marionette string. Her legs held Cindy tight, bringing her imprisoned face along for the ride. Cindy responded with skill and precision. She just held on and continued to lap at Sarah's cunt. I could clearly see her finger now. It was, indeed, buried to the third knuckle inside of Sarah's tightly clenched ass.

Soon, however, Sarah's orgasm washed away. She fell back to the bed with a long, fading moan, "oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." that only got more erotic as it trailed off. Sarah's muscles unclenched, and tension drained from her body. Hair fell sexy, tousled over her sleepy bedroom eyes. She turned her head and covered her face as if trying to look away. Her skin was already glowing with the power of a vivid cum. 

Sarah's legs fell open. She gently, but firmly, pushed the tiny, blonde vixen away from her burbling cunt. "Uh uh. No more. That is too much," Sarah pleaded. She couldn't take the tingling, tickling aftershocks of pleasure, as Cindy tickled and teased her juicy cunt. 

Cindy grinned devilishly and gave her a few more sloppy licks. Sarah responded by calling Cindy a "bitch" while trying to squirm away. Cindy laughed and stopped tormenting Sarah's extremely sensitive clit. She, instead, crawled up the bed to place herself next to Sarah. "So good, you taste so good. You are so beautiful," Cindy murmured as she buried her face in Sarah's chestnut hair and kissed her gently.

With practiced ease they fell into each other's arms. They gently nestled and cradled each other in the post-coital snuggle-fest that was too cute for words. Small pecks and lingering kisses were the treats for that moment. I couldn't hear what they whispered to each other, but I am sure it was gentle, sensuous, and romantic. 

For a long while they hardly moved. They just basked in the warm afterglow of transcendent sex. They held each other while lightly drawing circles, lines, and irregular shapes on each other's skin. Although I enjoyed this show too, the two ladies were calming down a bit too early. Damn! I wanted to see more, and I certainly didn't want to spend the rest of my evening trapped on a closet floor. What luck! I thought, disappointedly, that they were about to fall asleep. 

But just as things seemed most quiet and calm, Sarah spoke. She said in a sort of sing-song voice, "I've got a present for you."

Cindy cocked one eyebrow and said simply, "Oh?"

"Yup" Sarah answered. "I ordered it a couple of weeks ago and it finally came in the mail. Would you like to see it?"

"You didn't need to get me anything, but I like presents. Knowing you, I bet it is pretty interesting. Sure."

Sarah rolled over and looked under the bed. As she bent over, her ass was still on the bed, sticking up in the air. I zoomed in with the camera on Sarah's luscious, naked pussy lips. They were a beautiful flower. They looked moist, swollen, and needy. Cindy giggled and gave the left most cheek a playful swat. Another moment passed, and Sarah was back up again.

"Naughty girl," Sarah said as she plopped a small, plastic bag on the bed in front of Cindy.

Cindy sat up and clapped her hands together enthusiastically. Her beautiful little tits, hung free like small pears on her chest. With mock Southern gentility (which was extra funny considering she was only wearing a thong), Cindy said, "Oh my heck! What is that? Is that a present for little, ol' me?" I don't know if she could have been any cuter. 

Cindy opened up the bag and peeked inside. Instantly, her face contorted in surprise. She gasped, quickly taking in breath. Her hand went to her mouth in total shock. "My God, Sarah," Cindy said. Her voice was trembling. "Is that what I think it is?" 

Sarah licked her lips and nodded. 

"And, ummm, you got that for me?" Cindy's voice was quivering. She clearly didn't know what to make of the situation or of whatever is in the bag. 

"Well sort of," Sarah responded. "I didn't really get it 'for you,' but rather to be used 'on' you," Sarah said. "I was thinking about putting it on." She was now sitting closely behind Cindy on the bed. Her hands were on Cindy's shoulders, rubbing them tenderly, massaging her porcelain skin.

"Ummmmmmmm...."

"C'mon..." Sarah pleaded, her voice dripping with sweet innocence, "You know, you'll like it. And I'll be gentle." Cindy leapt into the air as Sarah goosed her on the ass. "What do you say?"

Cindy giggled and blushed. Her nipples were rock hard; they could easily poke out a poor person's eye. She reached down, touched her pussy, and dipped one finger inside. "Oh fuck, I'm wet. My pussy needs some relief soon, so you might as well," Cindy exclaimed. "I guess I'll only live once. Any other day, and I wouldn't let you get away with this." 

Cindy paused, I guess to find that final ounce of self conviction before she gave the ultimate go-ahead. "So that's how it goes. Do it. Put that thing on and fuck me." Cindy turned around and grabbed Sarah's face. She held it between her hands and said with slow and deliberate intensity, "But don't go slow. If you are gonna do it, do it right. Don't treat me like some meek little virgin. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. I can take it. Plow my fucking pussy. Agreed?"

"I am not sure I could have asked for a better response," Sarah said before kissing Cindy deeply on the lips. Their tongues met as they circled around each other. The kiss only lasted a short moment, since neither woman could contain their excitement. Both wanted to get to the main event. Sarah reached into the bag and said with a flourish, "Say hello to The Professor."

Cindy's eyes twinkled, and she was smiling from ear to ear. At first she had been afraid, but now her emotions ran in a very different direction. As Sarah pulled a device from the bag, a look of pure lust flickered on Cindy's sweet face. She could barely contain her excitement. 

Cindy eyes, wide with intensity, locked on the toy. She gulped and then said with a laugh, "The Professor, huh? That's an interesting name for a fake dick. It sounds like someone has been thinking about some extra-curricular activities. I am curious to know who has been on your mind, you slut. It doesn't sound like it was just my sweet Southern ass. I think you have been craving dick. Which of our Profs am I taking up my pussy?"

Sarah chuckled softly. Her voice gave away that she had been caught. "I'll tell you later tonight, ok? Right now, though, is not the time to talk. Now is the time to fuck."

"Agreed."

Sarah stood with a mischievous grin at the edge of the bed. Obviously a novice, she fumbled for a moment with the faux-leather straps. Soon, however, she managed to get the harness assembled properly. First she stepped through with one leg, and then the other. Sensuously, slowly, she pulled the strap-on up her calves and thighs until it fit snugly over her crotch. She then tightened the belt loops around her waist. Sarah groaned. A small dildo attached to the inside of the harness slipped inside of her, filling her tight pussy. A longer, thicker, purple plastic cock dangled from the center of her crotch. 

Lust gleaming in her eyes, Sarah took the rod in her hand and shook it around. "WHO WANTS TO GET FUCKED?" she bellowed. She looked down at Cindy. Cindy grinned back. In that instant I could see Sarah decide to play the dominant role to the hilt. "You, slut! Do you think you are worthy? Are you ready to be first cunt to take my cock?"

Cindy looked up her with those piercing blue eyes. She licked her lips and said, "Yes. Oh please. I need to be fucked. Please slide it inside of me. I need to feel you ramming my twat."

"Good answer. Get ready for my cock, slut!"

"How do you want me?" Cindy asked.

"On your knees, bitch!" Sarah roared. She waved the fake, plastic dong around in the air. Clearly, she was enjoying being the one in control. Sarah was an image of bizarre contradictions. She had long flowing brown hair, lush womanly curves, and a giant jutting dick. "I want to fuck you like a dog."

Smiling broadly, Cindy turned around on the bed. She was kneeling with that perfect, alabaster ass sticking high up in the air. She bent down, touching her face to the bed, and waved those incredible cheeks around for a moment. Then in an ultra cute and feminine voice she said, "Arf."

Sarah reached down and pulled Cindy by the ankles. Cindy squealed as she easily slid across the comforter. Her cunt was now lined up with the edge of the bed. Sarah spread Cindy's legs and stepped between them. She then peeled the tight, black thong down Cindy's delectable ass. She bunched the panties up and tossed them toward the closet door. They were lying inches away from me. I could see they were drenched with Cindy's girl juices. I picked them up and held them to my nose. I breathed in the scent of Cindy's arousal. Ahhhhh, delicious.

For a moment, Sarah just stood there taking the moment in. She looked a little bewildered. The moment didn't seem to fully compute. I assume it feels a little strange to look down and see a cock where one had never been before, even if it is purple - especially, if it is purple. 

Sarah pushed through the surreal and a devilish smile crept onto her face. She spit on her palm. She then stroked the shaft of the dildo with her hand, making it slick and shiny with saliva. Sarah tapped it roughly on Cindy's ass, and Cindy yelped in response, "Bow wow!"

"That's right doggie. We are gonna fuck, and fuck, and fuck until you scream on my big fucking cock. It is gonna plow up your tight, little hole until you cum -- and then cum again." Sarah reached down and grabbed Cindy by the hair. She tugged on it pulling Cindy close to her. Intimately, in an almost whisper, Sarah then said, "On the count of three you are going to get fucked. One.... Two.... Three."

Sarah rammed her hips forward, driving the large, purple dick deep inside Cindy's precious cunt. Cindy made a throaty gurgling sound, as she took on the weight and impact of Sarah's thrust. I could see the device buried halfway inside of Cindy. But that wasn't enough for Sarah. No, she wanted to own this fuck. She needed to tear Cindy up, to ram that purple beast deep inside the wet and willing crevice splayed open before her. She had a cock and she wanted to use it. In doing so, Sarah would also drive the mini-cock embedded inside of her deeper into the grotto between her legs. And that would bring ecstasy. The two women would be able to satiate that need for a connection. They would find the means to pleasure themselves and each other, through the strap-on. Every thrust would also be an acceptance, a means to be the fuckee as well as the fucker. 

"Fuck! I love fucking your sweet cunt," Sarah exclaimed. Her spectacular tits bounced wildly as she banged Cindy's sweet, bare cunt. "Take that you little Southern whore. Unh, unh, oh yeahhhhh..... Yeah that's right, fuck me back! Bounce on my dick. Give me that energy! Use me, use my cock.... Ohhhhhh.... Fuck the Professor.... Fuck me!!!"

Cindy only responded in kind, yelling out a string of expletives and obscenities, "Fuck yeah. Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck me. Ohhhhhhhh.... Fucking ruin that tight little pussy. Unh unh,,,, Blow out that fucking cunt. Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm.... Ram me with that big, fake cock!"

The words obviously hit Sarah. They did something to her, pushing her into a psycho-fuck mode. She pushed herself forward, striving to pick up force and speed. I could see the juice flowing like a river down Cindy's legs. Stray droplets puddled on the blanket at the juncture between their legs. 

Sarah was no longer tugging on Cindy's hair. That simple action required too much control. Instead, she held Cindy firmly by those milky-white hips so that she could thrust with as much force as possible. This was a hard, driving fuck, just as Cindy demanded. Their intensity would send them spiraling forward, until the rutting would result in the inevitable, satiated world of pillowy bliss. Sarah was mustering every ounce of energy that she could for this sexual congress. Nothing would remain when they were finished.

They weren't there yet, though. Together they panted, moaning deep, dark strains of sex. Skin slapped on skin, and every thrust of the strap-on made a lewd sloshing sound. The tempo grew, rising to a crescendo. They were an amazing site, a Sapphic thought-experiment cum true. 

Sarah stopped.

Cindy cried, her voice a plaintive wail, "Don't stop. Pleeeeeeeeease! Fuck me! You bitch. FUCK ME!!!"

"You want it?"

Cindy's voice was breathless, "Yes."

"Well then suck my cock first. Lick yourself off my cock."

Cindy spun around like a whirlwind. In a single, sudden movement she swallowed the giant purple dong. I was in awe. That girl could deep-throat! She first took it deep, and then she licked it up all over the shaft. She hungrily gulped the cock down, fervently search out her sticky, sweet juices. No spot was untouched by her tongue.

"How does that taste?"

"So good," Cindy responded. "I love my cunt."

"Well then let's get some more," Sarah said. "Back that ass up so I can stick it back in your cunt."

Cindy turned back around and presented Sarah with her lovely, pink pussy. Sarah stepped back into place. With a single thrust she drove it home. I could hear the squelching sounds of Cindy's cunt as it gulped down the long, purple shaft. "Oh fuck! The professor... I love the professor..." Cindy warbled, her voice coming in and out of focus. 

Sarah had once again worked her way back to full speed. She was pummeling. She was pounding. She was merciless in her assault. Sarah threw her head back and roared her conquest and dominance. 

For a second, in her revelry, she turned her head to face me and play to the camera. After spanking Cindy's lovely, tight ass she brought one hand to her face. She then made a "V" with her fingers and then lewdly wagged her tongue in between them. Sarah, at that moment, was the image of sexual hedonism. A beautiful blonde was riding her fake cock, her beautiful tits were bouncing from the driving power of her fuck, and she had the nerve to ape suggestively for the camera. 

Cindy was no longer an active participant in the fuck. She was hovering at the plane of mere existence while taking in the driving rhythm of Sarah's cock. Her spread-open cunt, while very much alive, was the only thing that mattered. Everything else shut down to the sensation. 

Cindy's head rested on a pillow, her blonde hair hiding her eyes. Her mouth was open in the shape of an "O." She couldn't move. Instead, she could only ride the sensation that came with the fuck. While Cindy's ass was up in the air, her legs were quaking and trembling. The muscles in her body tensed and she gasped out a single, throbbing moan. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

Cindy whole body writhed as she came. She shook, and twisted, and moaned. Her arms and legs jerked as she felt the rhythm of the strap-on dildo come to the inevitable crashing crescendo.

And at that moment, Sarah was cumming too. The power and control of Cindy cumming on her cock was too much. She was forced over the precipice. And then there was the mini-cock churning her steamy cunt to a raging boil. Dildo and control: a definite recipe for orgasm. 

For a second, Sarah's hips were a flurry -- but then she came to a sudden standstill. Her head fell back ward, as she shook her lustrous mane of brown hair. Sarah's eyes were closed as she twitched and spasmed. Sarah's body stilled as she rode out the prickling sensations traveling from her cunt to the various nerve endings all along her body. 

I sat in the closet holding the camera, wrapped in disbelief. I had seen far more than I had ever expected to see. My heart was pounding, thumping, beating. It rang loud in my ears, so loud I felt in danger of exposure. But they couldn't hear; the women weren't paying attention. They only knew each other, and the gift of pleasure they shared. 

Sarah fell on the bed exhausted. Sweat poured off her tired body. She collapsed right next to Cindy, head to ear. Sarah's hand lightly rubbed the small of Cindy's back. Barely audible whispers, like faint caresses, passed between them. 

My cock stood hard and stiff jutting up from my pants. It raged, desperately wanting to be touched. I needed to get off in the worst way. But I couldn't. I made a promise to Sarah. Until I was told otherwise, I was trapped in this friggin' closet. 

But the angels sang from the heavens.... Or perhaps it was the devil completing his game.... I am not sure. I just heard Sarah say those rapturous words, "Come on out Professor. I want to see what we just did."

To be continued...



Oral Exam Ch. 15



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first fourteen stories you might want to start there. I am not sure how "hard core" this feels for you BDSM readers. I thought it fit best here, but it is probably pretty light by many people's standards. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

I had three options:

a.) I could stay in the closet, clutching myself in the fetal position whimpering, muttering, and praying that nobody would bother me.

b.) I could walk out slow and tentative, hand over the tape, go home, and wank off like a madman.

c.) I could emerge from the closet balls-to-the-wall and try my damndest to fuck at least one of those two coochies I had been admiring all night.

Game on. I chose option number three.

I stood up and surveyed the situation as I reached for the door. I had a camera in one hand and my cock was jutting out from my pants. I had been hard for what had felt like an impossible eternity. There is nothing like a girl-girl strap-on fuck-fest to send blood to the ol' Jimmy.

Should I put it away and zip up? Fuck no. 

(Besides, I am not sure I could have if I wanted to. I was that fucking hard!)

Still holding the camera to my eye, I threw open the closet door and proudly stepped into Sarah's bedroom. 

Both women, Sarah and Cindy, lay sprawled out and sexy on the queen sized bed. Their hair was disheveled and their bodies were coated by a thin sheen of sweat. Both ladies had a freshly fucked glow; their cheeks were rosy red and their breathing was still ragged.

Sarah was still sporting the strap-on harness. It stuck up proudly from her crotch, coated with Cindy's juices. She had her hand over mouth and was trying to repress a giggle. Her eyes were lit up with laughter, as if she pulled a great practical joke. Indeed, she had. I had spent the evening sitting in the closet doing her video dirty work. Even worse, Cindy had been the unknowing star of the production. She hadn't a clue that she was being filmed, or that her grad student friend and office mate was recording her in the most intimate possible way. 

For a long moment, Cindy lay on the bed in shock. Her face flashed from expression to expression. I could see the thunder and lightning in her visage. At first it was fear, then anger, then guilt, then lust, and finally rage. Cindy's emotions were too intense to focus. The blindfold had been lifted and now she could evaluate the situation.

Cindy held out her hand, looked me square in the eye and said, "Gimme."

I looked down at Sarah. She nodded, so I handed the camera over to Cindy. For a few seconds Cindy fumbled around with the controls. Then she pushed play.

Suddenly the room was filled with a recorded symphony of sex. Groans and gasps blasted from the camera's speakers as Cindy was fucked – again - by Sarah's strap-on. The tiny blonde sat for a moment in a daze looking through the viewfinder. Cindy's hand was at her mouth, trying to hide her embarrassment and shock. Hey eyes were as wide as saucers. She shook her head, turned off the camera, and dropped it carelessly on the floor. The room was so silent. 

Not bothering to cover herself, she rolled over and punched Sarah squarely on the arm. Her voice was an ambiguously odd mixture of exasperation and amusement. "What the fuck?! You bitch." Cindy was breathless. "You told him about us and then made him record it? I can't believe it."

Sarah was ready for the onslaught. She spoke clearly and sincerely, turning on her side so she could look Cindy directly in the eyes. It seemed as if her response was well prepared; she knew this moment was coming. "Hey, wait a minute. Last time you said how you wished you could see us having sex. You went on and on about it while I was eating you. I am not sure if I ever have seen you quite so turned on. It seemed like it was a dream. I figured I would make those dreams a reality."



"But... but..." Cindy sputtered.

"Look he's my best friend. I trust him."

"But you let him watch us fuck." Cindy exclaimed.

"And isn't that hot?" Sarah asked. "He's a friend to both of us. I needed someone to hold the camera and I am already fucking him. Besides dude, you told me you thought he was cute, right?"

What? Cindy thought I was cute? This was getting good. I decided to hang back, so I just stood there watching the conversation unfold. Getting involved would only screw things up. I needed Sarah to do all the work for me. Until then, I would just continue to rock out with my cock out (literally).

"Well umm, yeah." Cindy said.

"What's the problem, dude?"

"Umm, I'm engaged" Cindy sputtered.

"Whatever, like that matters" Sarah responded. "Zach is long distance. Besides, you're fucking me, right? And you have an incredible body – nothing to hide there. And you already have the hots for him. No biggie. Besides, you saw him before anyway. All's fair, right?"

"Huh?" I muttered. A look crossed Cindy's face, something like she was a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar. She sputtered for a moment, threw up her arms, and shook her head. Her cheeks were beet red.

"Cindy?" I asked.

"Ummm, how do I say this?" Cindy looked very uncertain, like she wasn't sure how to express herself. Her eyes were blinking furiously. "Uh, yeah." Cindy paused for a long moment. "So I saw you the other day, in the office, ummm like with this girl under your desk between your legs. I didn't see much, only brown hair going back and forth as she... ummm... sucked you off." 

At first, Sarah put a hand to her mouth and giggled. She obviously liked seeing me off guard. But then a thought registered. "You said brown. You meant blonde, right Cindy?" 

Cindy answered, "No she was definitely a brunette. She had long, straight, brown hair. And she seemed pretty into the blowjob, although maybe not as much as our friend the recipient here. He seemed to be having a hard time holding back."

Sarah looked at me quizzically and said, "Brunette?"

I gulped before answering, "That was Taryn."

Sarah raised one eyebrow and said, "And who is Taryn?"

Once again there was nowhere to go but forward. I said with what I hoped was an edge to my voice, "Another college coed that I fucked."

Cindy gasped while Sarah grinned from ear-to-ear. In a voice soft and low, perhaps almost reverent, Sarah said, "Nice."

I was glad that Sarah was pleased. I wasn't really expecting another reaction, but one never knows. Cindy, on the other hand, didn't really seem to know how to react. Her brain seemed to be on overload. Too much sex and revelations. We just stood there staring at each other, not sure what to say. 

It was in that moment that something seemed to change. We held each other's gaze, unflinchingly, for a long instant. The expression on her face flickered. I could see something click behind Cindy's eyes. She had come to terms with the situation. Now it was time for her to react.

If I wasn't a part of it, I am sure that the whole scene would have seemed quite comical. There were two naked women, flush with orgasm, lying on a rumpled queen-sized bed. One of the two women was still wearing a massive, purple dong around her waist. The other was a diminutive blonde with several hickey marks and a freshly fucked pussy. I was standing over them, completely clothed, with my cock dangling out of my pants, hard and throbbing with bulbous need. Together, we were some sort of sexual freak show. 

It was Sarah who broke the long, uncomfortable silence lingering between Cindy and me. "I am sorry, Cin, if I overstepped my bounds. I should have talked to you first. I thought it would be cool and very hot. I know that I would love to see everything that you do to me. I was hoping you might like the same. If I did wrong, if I hurt you, I am very sorry." 

Cindy sat up, tucking her blonde bob behind her ears. Her face was stern and coldly unforgiving. Her eyes were a furnace, blazing with constrained emotion. She spoke, slow and deliberate, "You seduced me, you fucked me, and you record me? And you brought in my office mate – a guy I work with everyday - to do the taping? My God! What the fuck?! And then you ask me to forgive you, because you were horny and you wanted to watch us fuck? Sarah, I can't believe you? How can I trust you?"

This was not going well. Did I really expect that it would? I backed up, trying to melt into the background. Sarah's face fell. Hope of forgiveness washed away. Now she looked ready to cry. I could see drops of moisture ringing around her darkening eyes. Sarah leaned down and put her head in her hands, not bearing to meet Cindy's hard, unwavering gaze.

Cindy continued, "Sarah, you can't ever do this to me again. I need to be able to trust you."

"I know."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes," Sarah said through a stream of sniffles.

"Good," Cindy said. Her voice softened. Was this a break in the storm? "First, take off that ridiculous harness. We don't need that thing anymore." I listened carefully to the tone in Cindy's words. The edge was still there, but much of Cindy's anger seemed to have dissipated. "Then lie face down across my lap. You are in need of several serious spankings."

Sarah looked up. It took a moment, but a smile crept onto her face. Everything was all right - and now Cindy wanted to play. A few spankings would be a simple and easy reparation payment. 

I marveled again at Sarah's curvy body as she slid the strap-on off. She scooted eagerly across the bed and lay over Cindy's lap. Her rounded, fleshy ass stuck high and proud up in the air. I could see the soft lips of her bare cunt between her thighs. Her large, bountiful tits hung low and flush up against Cindy's toned thigh. Sarah's face, still glistening and wet with tears, was pressed into a pillow. 

"Tell me you deserve a spanking," Cindy said, her eyes lit with devilish desire.

Sarah's voice, while still meek and tentative, sounded amused, "I deserve a spanking."

"Louder, slut!" Cindy yelled. "Say it like you mean it. This isn't funny; I am not here for your amusement. You have been a bad bitch and you must be punished. Demand your spanking!"

"Spank me!" Sarah's voice was louder and more commanding. All traces of laughter were gone.

"Again! Louder!"

"FUCKIN' SPANK MEEEEEEEEE," Sarah wailed.

Cindy brought her hand down across Sarah's ass with a thundering crack. A solid, meaty slap reverberated off of the bedroom walls. Sarah yelped and leaped. Clearly she was not expecting so much force, from such a tiny blonde. I grinned. Cindy was a surprising little bundle.

Cindy's hand rested on Sarah's reddened ass. She looked up and me and said, "You, what role did you have in this?"

I was not expecting Cindy to turn her attention back to me. How should I handle this? I gathered my thoughts for a moment and told Cindy the truth, "Sarah told me to meet her at a bar tonight. When I did, she gave me her apartment key and told me to wait for her in the bedroom closet. She told me that there would be a camera and that I should record whatever I saw. She also told me that if I did what I was told I might get the chance to fuck two different pussies tonight."

Cindy held up her finger, motioning me to stop, and turned her attention back to Sarah? "Two different pussies?" Smack! Smack! Smack! "You wanted me to screw him, you dirty whore? I am not your fuck toy."

Sarah yelped again, before saying, "I am sorry. I didn't mean..."

Cindy brought her hand down on Sarah's ass another time and said, "Oh be quiet. Sheesh." Sarah closed her mouth. I could tell that she wanted to say more but that she knew, based on Cindy's tone, speaking wouldn't be a good idea.

Cindy looked back at me, and asked, "You didn't know anymore than what you told me?"

I looked at Cindy with a smile, my dick still jutting proudly from my zipper, and said, "I knew I didn't want to miss out on whatever Sarah had planned."

Cindy smiled back and said, "Good answer," before dealing Sarah another spanking.... And another..... Sarah's ass was a deep shade of crimson, and getting deeper. She was squirming in pain, but knew enough not to emit any noises beyond whimpers. 

Looking up from her disciplinary duties, Cindy said to me, "Go into the bathroom. See if you can find me a hairbrush, something with a hard back. My hand is getting sore slapping this lying cunt's ass."

I grinned, before trundling off to the bathroom. Not wanting to miss anything, I scanned Sarah's bathroom hurriedly. What a mess! She needed to do some serious cleaning. I picked up a hairbrush lying on the counter and went back to the bedroom.

The brush had a long, black handle and a smooth, flat back. The length came complete with hand-hold ridges and a hole at the tip so that it could be hung up. The other side (which was made for combing) was covered with thick, stiff bristles. My guess is that it wouldn't feel pleasant to be smacked with either side of the brush. 

Cindy grinned as I handed her the brush. She tossed it up in the air and caught it with a flourish. She took the bristly end and rubbed it lightly against the fleshy, pillows of Sarah's ass in an ever-growing spiral. With each circle Cindy applied more pressure, until it seemed like the bristles were really digging into Sarah's flesh.

Sarah moaned. In a soft, pseudo-pleasant voice Cindy asked, "Do you like that baby? Does it feel good?"

Sarah gasped, the sound low and breathy, "Yes."

Like lightning, Cindy raised her arm. In mid-air she spun the brush so that the flat end was facing downward. She then brought her arm down with a great rumbling, crackling force. 

The brush slapped against Sarah's raw, naked flesh. She shook and twitched in obvious pain. Sarah eyes flew open with a startled and confused expression. She threw her head back in a wild scream to the Gods. The howling yelp was exquisitely desperate – an explosion of need, longing, and sensation. I could hear the craving desire laced with stinging hurt. 

Cindy raised her arm again. As she brought the brush down again, she bellowed, "You like it?" Smack. "You like the pain?" Smack. "You think you can take it?" Smack. "Bitch!" Smack. "I will show you pain!" Smack. "I will own you!" Smack. "Your ass and tits and pussy are mine!" Smack. Smack. Smack.

Sarah's ass was a glowing and radiant red. Tears were rolling down her face. She was wailing, "My ass... my ass.... It hurts... Please, I am sorry... my ass...." Yet, at the same time, I could clearly see Sarah grinding her crotch against Cindy's knee. Her crotch was rubbing back and forth against Cindy's knee. While the room was already dripping with the scent of feminine sex, I could make out a fresh level of arousal. 

Cindy dropped the brush on the bed. She reached one hand under Sarah's breasts and pinched a nipple - hard. I could see Sarah twitch and grimace as pain lanced through her chest. Cindy's other hand slid up Sarah's neck and grabbed her hair by the roots. Cindy tugged on the chestnut mane pulling upward. Sarah was forcibly yanked from the bed and forced to arch her back. Every muscle on her body went taut as she was pulled in close to Cindy.

I am sure Sarah could feel Cindy's breath on her ear. The blonde whispered gently, so low I could barely hear. "I am not ready to forgive you. Yet. Tonight you are mine. I will do with you whatever I please, however I please to do it. Your torture is my pleasure. Understood?"

"Yes." Sarah hissed. 

"Good," Cindy said. "I am not planning to let you cum anytime soon. If you cum before I am ready we are done." Cindy dropped her grip on Sarah's hair. Sarah's loose and limp body fell back to the bed. My officemate got out from underneath Sarah and stood up. She said, full of command and venom, "Slide up on the bed and lie down on your stomach. Spread your arms and legs out so they look like an 'X.' Close your eyes too. I'll be back in a moment. Don't move."

Sarah immediately did as she was told.

Cindy looked at me and gestured for me to follow her. She led me into the closet, where I had been languishing for the last few hours. Pulling a dangling string, she turned on the light and shut the door.

I heard a metal click as the latch moved into place. Then the unexpected happened: Cindy put a hand over her mouth and fell into a fit of nearly silent giggles. She bent over at the waist and let loose with soft peals of laughter. The sound was hidden music, like the gentle tinkling of silver, or the distant burbling of a stream. Her body quaked and shook as several shock waves seized control of her tiny frame. She looked up at me, her eyes dancing with amusement, a smile stretched from ear to ear. 

"Oh she bought it!" She exclaimed more to herself than to me. While keeping her voice low, Cindy couldn't contain her excitement. "I can't believe she bought it. That scheming bitch - she has it coming. Fuck, this is going to be fun!" Before I knew it, Cindy reached over and gave me hug. She held me around my back and pressed her head into my chest. 

I think it took both of us a moment to register, but realization hit like a thunderbolt. She was naked and my dick was protruding from my pants. I could feel her taut and pointy nipples boring into my abdomen. I am sure that she could feel my dick poking at her.

Instead of backing away, Cindy reached down and cradled my balls. She then said, as if greeting a friend on a sidewalk, "Well, hello there. Are you having a good day?" She giggled again, this time with saucy undertones. "He seems pretty happy to see me."

"He is," I replied. "And you seem pretty interested yourself. Your nipples are certainly standing at attention."

"You could say that," Cindy said looking up at me. Her hand was now slowly stroking my cock. Pre-cum was now dripping from the head. She rubbed the tip and then licked her fingertips. Damn! Cindy was sweet and cute, the image of Southern hospitality without a shirt. 

But then her demeanor changed. Cindy was suddenly serious, as she said, "Are we cool? You know what is going to happen, right? This won't mess us up, will it?"

I thought for a second and asked, "What about you and your fiancé?"

Cindy let out a deep sigh, "Zach? That is between him and me. The issue is a little complicated at the moment. Trust me, this won't do anything more than we have already done ourselves. Cool?"

I looked at Cindy for a long moment, seeking out an answer in her eyes. They flickered plaintively. I think I found what I needed in those liquid pools. Or I might have been converted by her fingernails that had gone back to scratching the soft underbelly of my nut sack. Whatever the case, I nodded and said, "Let's do it."  

Cindy chuckled maniacally and said, "Oh boy, this is going to be fun! Let's find some scarves. I want to tie her down."

After rooting around in Sarah's closet for few minutes, we found what Cindy was looking for. I was startled when, as we were about to leave the closet, Cindy leaned down and engulfed my cock with her warm wet mouth. It only lasted a moment, but one can only handle so much paradise. All I felt was warm, liquid flesh. In that instant her tongue danced a delightful and lewd minuet with my startled cock. Cindy flicked, twirled, and swirled her way around the tip, drenching it in her saliva. I was about to surrender to the sensation, to close my eyes and drown in the pleasure, when I felt her pull away with a pop. 

"Mmmmmmn tasty..." Cindy said, looking up at me. She wrapped her hand around my rigid shaft and tugged. "C'mon, big boy, you'll get wet soon enough" she said, "We have obligations to take care of. Sarah must be tortured. Just follow my lead."




Oral Exam Ch. 15



Cindy opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Her attitude instantly changed. All laughter was gone. If I didn't know better, I would have never have guessed Cindy was balled up laughing over Sarah's plight just a few minutes ago. Now Cindy was devastatingly stern, a cold and stoic statue wielding a harsh – perhaps cruel - authority. No humor echoed in her visage; rather, there was only a powerful force of will. 

Sarah looked exactly as we left her. She had not moved. Her face was buried in a pillow. Her long brown hair flowed lustrously down her back. Her arms and legs were extended in an 'X' formation, jutting out from her body. The soft flesh of Sarah's tits protruded from where they pressed into the bed. Her shaven pussy was wide open and bare for anyone to examine. The nectar of her loins was flowing freely from the sweet well-spring of her cunt.

"I am going to tie you up, slut. Any objection?" Cindy paused for a moment to let Sarah answer. Hearing only silence, Cindy said, "Good." Then she passed me the scarves.

Ready to be of assistance, I took the thin strips of fabric and set to work. Sarah's bed was placed on a wooden frame, so I had anchors at the ready. With a few simple knots, Sarah was bound, face down, to the bed. Sure, she could flex and bend – but only slightly. More importantly, she was spread open for easy and simple access. 

Meanwhile Cindy was rubbing Sarah's creamy, soft skin with the bristly end of the hair brush. From head to toe and back again, Cindy lightly scratched at Sarah. Cindy kneeled on the bed, bent over at the waist, whispering softly in Sarah's ear. The words, which I couldn't hear, sounded faintly like a cooing bird – gentle, soft and loving. As the brush continued to roam, Cindy's other hand gently stroked Sarah's hair, twirling a strand between her fingers. Her tongue reached out to lick the tip of Sarah's earlobe. Feather-light, skin touched to skin in a liquid caress.

Muscles unraveled; the harsh stinging of the brush became a dull ache. Sarah's breathing eased and grew deeper. She fell into a rhythm, as the gentle ebb and flow of air gradually took control. She was floating on a river of bliss; the torturous paddling was a distant memory. I could see the tension drift from her body. Her arms and legs were extended, tied down tight; her pink cunt was splayed wide-open for abuse; but, she was still at peace....   

And then she roared, and strained, and quaked, and shook....

Without warning, without sympathy, without mercy, Cindy drove the handle end of the hair brush into Sarah's unaware twat. In a single thrust, the ridged, black length was buried to its widening base. Sarah was wet, certainly, but that didn't mean that the thrust was easy - or comfortable. But she had no choice; she could only take what my officemate was giving. 

Cindy twisted the brush, letting the ridges do their work. Sarah gasped, as she felt the handle plundering her inner depths. Cindy then ran her finger along Sarah's outer pussy lips, wetting it with sweet juice of her arousal. The tiny blonde held her finger under Sarah's nose and said, "Sniff." For a long moment, she held her finger in place while Sarah breathed deeply taking in the scent of her own arousal. Then Cindy pulled the finger away. Sarah moaned her frustration, while trying desperately to fuck back against the hair brush.

"No, that is not for you," Cindy said taking her own hand off of the brush. Her voice was deep and patronizing, like a dog owner talking to an errant mutt. "I am not touching the brush anymore. It feels too good for you. You are not allowed to cum. Instead, it will stay lodged in your cunt – your horny, wet cunt – until I decide to release you."

A soft, pleading gurgle escaped Sarah's lips. She was desperate and horny. Her need was growing, bubbling up from her cunt and spreading in waves all over her body. Sarah's desire for release was the purest form of torture I could think of.

Cindy crawled over top of Sarah and sat down at the head of the bed. Her pussy was lined up perfectly with Sarah's face. Cindy spread her legs and pulled apart the sticky, wet lips of her cunt. Needing no command, Sarah stuck out her tongue. 

The touch must have been feather-light, since Sarah could barely reach. That little bit of contact, that tease of the tongue, was enough. Something went off inside of Cindy. Electric sparks flew; chemistry crackled. I didn't realize just how close Cindy was to cumming. She must have been turning this scenario over in her dirty mind, churning it to a heady, erotic froth. She was in control, and that must have jumped her trigger. 

A few quick tongue lashes, and Cindy lost her breath. With a few more, she thrust out her hips, so that she could feel Sarah deeper inside of her tasty honeypot. "Oh yeah, right there. Lick that up, you whore. Taste me.... Ohhhhh... I can feel it inside me.... Mmmmmmn, fuck!" Cindy moaned. She scooted and slouched down on the bed, legs spread-eagled. She was now completely wide open and ready. Her drooling cooter butted up against Sarah's face. 

Sarah went to work. Her head moved up and down, back and forth in the gentle / frantic sway of cunnilingus. But that wasn't enough.... 

She wanted to touch Cindy's tight frame, but couldn't. She wanted to feel the muscles ripple under her fingers, to squeeze that taut ass with rough precision, to caress her soft, porcelain skin. Sarah's arms pulled against the scarves binding her to the bed. The thin fabric held tight under the strain. She was trapped; her body could not move. The only connection, the only point of contact Sarah could hold was her tongue. Sarah made due. With the speed of hummingbird wings and the force of an ocean's tide, the soft, pink muscle touched down again and again. 

Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. Sarah's tongue massaged Cindy's needy clit. Soon it was too much; an orgasm tore through Cindy's tight, little frame. Quick and powerful, yet ravishingly silent, the raw sensation seized control and would not let go. She was like a leaf, blowing in a chill autumn wind - beautiful, sublime, and totally at the whim of a force much bigger than herself. Cindy's eyelashes fluttered. She turned her head, baring her graceful, alabaster neck. One hand was on the top of Sarah's head, while the other toyed roughly with an alert nipple. 

I wanted to pounce, to eat Cindy alive, to stick my cock in whatever hole I came into contact with first, but I decided to restrain myself. My time would come. I knew that this was a private, intimate moment between the two women. Something was being shared. For now, I would just be a spectator.   

Sarah withdrew her tongue from Cindy's inflamed pussy. Instead, she lay there panting at the ready, waiting for the next turn of events. Sarah knew she was being punished; she understood that until she was set free, her body was Cindy's. Until that time, she existed for Cindy's pleasure. Any deviance or difficulty would be met with swift and harsh consequences. It didn't matter that Cindy had just cum on Sarah's tongue. For now Cindy was the master, and Sarah had better pay homage. 

Cindy gazed up at me through spent eyelids. Her body was aglow with the dwindling embers of orgasm. As she absently tweaked her nipple, a smile crept onto Cindy's face. She licked her lips and said, "Oh my heck; that was good. I needed that. You are so good with your tongue, my dear." She looked down at Sarah and patted her gently on the head. Sarah, her face glistening with pussy juice, beamed back at Cindy. 

"But we aren't done with you." Cindy said as she rolled out from underneath Sarah's face. "You were a bad girl, and I know that eating my cunt really wasn't a punishment. You liked that too much." Sarah could only grin. She had been called out. "You need to learn your lesson. Maybe a little bit of pain would do you some good." Cindy punctuated those words by grabbing the hair brush that was still protruding from Sarah's pussy. She pulled it most of the way out and before jabbing it roughly back into Sarah's depths. Sarah couldn't help but moan. 

Sarah looked startled. Clearly, she thought the game had been about to end. All would be forgiven. The binds would come off, and she could go back to a normal sex romp. Perhaps then we could fuck in a sweaty pile and watch the video tape together. But now she was awash with concern. Cindy wasn't done. There was an act two, and perhaps even a three and four, to her devious plans.  

"But..." Sarah started to say, before the force of the hair brush cut her off. Instead, her voice fell to a gurgling moan as an orgasm began to set in. A river flowed from her cunt and puddle between her legs.

And that is when Cindy – that cruel and devious bitch – stopped. 

She stepped away from the hair brush, leaving it buried inside of Sarah's desperate twat, and said, "Well that is that. No cumming for you." Her voice, dripping with Southern charm, was saccharine sweet. Then she looked at me and said, "Can you hand me that candle?"

On the night stand, next to Sarah's bed, were two candles: one red, the other blue. Each was in a glass jar about two inches in diameter. Both had been burning since before I got there (I am guessing that Sarah had lit them right before she left, so that the mood would already be set. For shame, what a fire safety hazard!) Now a pool of liquid wax, about a half inch thick, rested in the candle jar.

"As you wish," I said to the commanding blonde. I grinned as I handed Cindy the red candle.  

"Grab the other one too. You need to have some fun as well," Cindy replied grinning back. She seemed to be getting back the strength that her orgasm had drained. The woman was a sexual dynamo; she could cum, cum again, and just set herself up for more. 

I picked up the blue candle, feeling the burning heat in my palm.

I could see fear in Sarah's face. She knew where this was going, and was torn over what to do about it. Speaking up might get her out of this situation, but it might also incur Cindy's wrath. Cindy had already shown herself to be an unmerciful and unforgiving mistress. She seemed bound and determined to teach Sarah a lesson. A plea would probably not do any good. In fact, it would more than likely make things worse. Sarah wisely bit her lip and kept silent.

Cindy said, "These two candles are holding a lot of melted wax. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. My bet is that it would really hurt to have this wax poured on my naked skin. But from what I understand, some people find the feeling to be really erotic. I think it's the pain that people like. Some even get addicted to it. There is something about it, pure sensation, you know?"  

Cindy brought the candle up to her lips and blew out the flame. She held the jar aloft, about a foot above her head. She aimed and then poured. A thin trickle of wax fell from the lip of the glass jar. The red liquid cascaded down and splashed on the small of Sarah's back. 

Sarah yelped and quickly drew in her breath. Her arms strained against the scarves that held her spread-eagled on the bed. Her head whipped around and she glared with angry determination up at Cindy. 

"Shit, that hurts!" Sarah spat, eyes on fire.

"Oh, it does?" Cindy asked, before pouring more red wax on Sarah's thighs. Sarah twitched and bucked against the molten pain. Two thin lines of wax traced the backs of her legs. At first the lines were straight and precise, but soon the wax dripped liquid and uncontrolled, giving Cindy's design a more unkempt look.

Cindy set her candle back down on the table. She gestured to me and said, "Your turn. I'd suggest her ass. It is too juicy of a target to be left pristine."

Licking my lips, I nodded in agreement. I held the candle above Sarah's thick, fleshy butt and began to pour. 

"Oh fuck, that stings," Sarah gasped. But I noticed a change in her voice. It was deeper somehow, more resonant. I moved the jar around, up in the air, so that I could draw in wax on Sarah's ass. My inner Rembrandt rose to the surface.

I stepped back, looking at the art I had created. I credit the canvas. A big, blue smiley face covered the right cheek of Sarah's butt. It dripped a little bit and dried, leaving a comical, yet naughty, mark.

"Nice," Cindy said. "Why don't you get her back, while I have some fun of a different nature." 

So I moved up the bed and began to criss-cross Sarah's back with the hot, candle wax. At first, Sarah moaned in pain. Soon, however, the sounds began to change. While I was pouring, Cindy was back at the hair brush. She was turning it slowly, generating the slightest sensation in Sarah's oversaturated cunt. That slight movement fanned the fires of Sarah's lust. 

Together, Cindy and I, combined pleasure and pain. Brush and wax: they were one. These two sensations melted into the same thing, simultaneously, in the forge of Sarah's body. The two feelings were indistinguishable and dualistic sides of the same coin. Pain was pleasure, and pleasure was pain. 

Sarah moaned, deep and raspy. An orgasm was coming on, and it promised to be a doozy. She had been holding out for so long, that the need was overwhelming. She writhed and bucked, trying to find the friction that was desperately required. 

Cindy asked, her voice low and seductive, "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, please."

"Beg me."

"Oh Cindy, please let me cum... " Sarah pleaded. "I need it so bad. My pussy is on fire... I have to cum."

"Sarah, are you sorry?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, very sorry. Please... let me cum. I am so very sorry."

"Apology accepted," Cindy said before releasing the brush. I wasn't sure if Cindy was ever going to pull it from Sarah's cunt. "But to tell you the truth," Cindy continued, "I am not done yet. I think there is another lesson to be had."

Cindy, crawled onto the bed. She lay flat on top of Sarah, so that her stomach pressed into Sarah's back. Skin pressed against skin; sweat blended together. "Oooooh, that wax is warm. I bet that hurt."

"Fucking right, dude," Sarah responded between deep and ragged breaths. I could hear the want in her voice. The close proximity of Cindy's body only served to further stoke her lust. 

Cindy giggled. She spread her thighs; so that her pussy was unobstructed to my lecherous gaze. The sight was stunning; one gorgeous cunt on top of another. Both women were soaking wet with thick, engorged pussy lips. The two women were panting with heat. Cindy and Sarah were ready to be torn apart. They each craved an assault by a thick spear of man-meat. For me, either cunt would do. But my choice was easy. The top hole was wide open; the bottom one was filled with a fucking hair brush.

With a hair flip, Cindy looked back at me. Her eyes were pools of lust and need. She commanded, "Put it in me. I need to be filled. I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure, what about..."

Cindy cut me off, her sweet Southern accent so incongruous, "Fuck me. No questions, just pound me. Do it, fuck me hard! I want you to shove your cock inside my tight, little pussy."

No questions, eh? No worries.

I moved between the two women's legs, my dick dangling at the ready. Such a sight, one woman on top of another; damn, I was a lucky man. I spit on my hand and slid it coolly along my shaft – not that more moisture was really necessary. Things would be plenty wet. Cindy's cunt was a steaming pool, a liquid chasm that was more than properly lubricated. Rather, I wanted to take my time. I felt a need to build the anticipation of the moment. I wanted Cindy to feel her tenuous control of the situation slipping through her fingers. Rational thought needed to be cast aside. I only wanted a raging lust to remain – a lust to which she would be forced to succumb.

I slowly guided my dick between her pussy lips. They easily parted for their eagerly anticipated visitor. I held my cock at the root and slowly moved it around in a circle. Cindy could feel the crown rubbing in a spiral motion against her outer pussy walls. But there it rested, going no further. She only had the faintest whiff, the slightest taste of a fuck. Only my tip was inside her cunt, and it was holding its ground. I smiled. How badly did Cindy – the woman who had been in control all evening – want this? Was she willing to truly give herself up to the fuck?

Cindy looked back at me again, this time wild with unhinged desire, "C'mon, what are you doing? Stop toying with me. Are you gonna stick it in me or what?" I paused grinning. Cindy raged, her eyes flashing thunder and lightning, "You bastard. Fuck me. FUCK ME!!! Pound it! Ohhhhhhhh...."

My cock slid into Cindy's cunt. I could feel her welcoming pussy walls parting as I pushed forward. She was tight, as tight as anyone I could ever remember fucking. She was wet and ready, but I still couldn't bury myself inside of her balls deep. Somehow that wouldn't be right. Yet. Cindy's cunt would require time and patience. My first time with this sexy blonde would only happen once; I intended to enjoy it. 

But Cindy wasn't up for a slow and lingering fuck. Quite the contrary, she wanted as much force as I could muster. I guess Cindy's mind games had really lit her up inside. She looked over her shoulder as I teasingly sawed my cock in and out of her hungry hole. Cindy screamed, locking her eyes on mine. Her voice had the intensity of a thousand blazing suns, "Slam my fucking pussy. I need you in my cunt. DO IT. I want her to feel it. I want you to pour all of your fuck into me so Sarah can feel what she doesn't have. She isn't being fucked. She can't cum." 

Sadistic bitch, I thought. What a wicked, fucking rub! Cindy demanded to be fucked so that she could screw even more with Sarah?! How deliciously evil and naughty! I chuckled, trying to remember not to mess with the Southern belle bucking on the end of my cock. 

Cindy was really playing this ornery, pissed off, wronged woman role to the hilt. But there was more. She seemed to be going beyond the role, until she was consumed by it. The scenario had gone way past getting revenge. Now Cindy was mining it for an explosive and unexpected pleasure. Shortly, those awakened desires would consume her. Until then, we would keep on fucking. 

Hands on her hips, I thrust my cock again. More than half of my shaft was inside of her cunt, but still I was taking my time. I wasn't quite ready to open the dam. This pussy was too good, too tight to be squandered like that. Sure, I would crack her open, but that would come in time. For now it would be long, steady, and deep.

"Are you gonna fuckin' fuck me?" Cindy had lost control. Her voice was a bitchy plea, a wail, a whine. I plunged in again, this time a little deeper. The joining of cock and cunt made a wet, squishy sound. Time for a little more torment - I held the position, feeling the sensuality of her need. "Ohhh that is good, but I need it harder. Fill my cunt! I want my body to shake on your cock. Slam it. Give me that cock!!!"

A grunt and a thrust, and this time I was three quarters of the way inside. This sweet Southern Belle was speared on my cock. I looked down at those sweet ass cheeks, framing my dick so beautifully. They were so round and tight, I couldn't help but smacking one.

Cindy squealed in delight, "Fuckin', that's right. Smack that ass while you pound me." I pushed in again, this time with much more force. Cindy moaned beneath me. She reached her arms beneath her and grabbed Sarah's boobs. She held them firmly in her hands, and tweaked the nipples between her fingers. 

Sarah moaned gently, "My tits, my tits, so good..." as she was groped. The sensation must have felt good, but it was not enough to put her over the top.

Sarah was in a sex drenched Hell. A hairbrush was in her pussy, the pungent taste of cunt lingered on her lips, and two people were fucking directly on top of her. Her skin was sticky with sweat and sex juices. No matter what she did she couldn't get away from the torment. She was bound to the bed, tied down for her own sexual deviancies and proclivities. Sarah ached for a touch, a lick, or even a strong burst of air – but alas, sweet relief was not in the cards. All she could do was take it in, wallow in the pure sex, and hope that soon it would be her turn to get off.




Oral Exam Ch. 15



I plunged my dick into Cindy's cunt. Inch after delicious inch, I felt myself being enveloped by the warm furnace of her inner walls. Slow and steady, this was so delicious. I was bottomed out now. My pubic bone was flat against the fleshy curve of her firm ass. I could go now further; I could just pick up speed.

First a single thrust, and then another. I rocked my hips back and forth, slowly at first but with a gradually increasing tempo. I developed a rhythm, a constant progression and build of fucking.

"Sarah," I said, as I continued to fuck Cindy. "Do you feel me fucking Cindy? Feel that? That is the bed shaking. She is right on top of you and I am driving my cock into her. You can feel her being pounded into you, can't you? Oh God... You wish my cock was fucking you instead, you greedy slut. Wouldn't you like to be in her place?"

Sarah just gasped, "Oh fuck...." The sound of her deep and breathless voice passed through barely parted lips. Her fleshy body absorbed the pummeling from above. The aftershocks of the fucking I was giving Cindy worked on her mind. She was so close to cock, but still oh so far away. 

This steady fuck was amazing, but I need to amp it up. I spanked Cindy's ass, placed both my hands on her waist, and braced myself for what I was about to do. 

With a sudden flurry of movement I rammed my dick home. Cindy immediately reacted. "Oh that fucking hits the fucking spot. That is some good fucking shit," Cindy yelled as I plowed into her. All pretense of Southern manners was gone. Cindy's pussy was so good, so tight, so wet – but I didn't want to stop and savor. I had already done that. Now was the time to make the fuck her brains out. I wanted to bang into her, hard and deep. This pussy was now mine; my cock had claimed it, settled it, and was going to fertilize the land. 

Cindy howled. A few minutes ago she had been demanding a harder, faster fuck, but now she wasn't quite prepared for my onslaught. I picked up her legs and held her aloft – fucking nasty! Now, we were humping in mid-air. From this wheel barrel angle, there was nothing to hold back the thrust. I could fuck as hard and as fast as my desire could take me. My hips became a raging torrent, a hurricane of blows – one pounding force after another. 

And then she came – hard and fast on my invading dick. Cindy gave into pure sensation as she cried out my name in desperate, orgasmic bliss. My beautiful, blonde officemate came on my cock. How long had I been thinking of this moment? The situation was surreal – an alternate reality I had never dreamed would happen. But there it was, Cindy wailing in delight and gushing girl cum all over my rod. 

And through it all I continued to slam into her delectable body, to bang into her cunt walls, to churn up her juices to a heady froth. One teensy little orgasm wasn't enough to stop me. I could feel the sensation of the fuck, but it seemed like my mind was somewhere else. My body was functioning without thought, on a crazy form of erotic auto-pilot. I felt like I could fuck, and fuck, and fuck – all night long if I needed to – as long as there was an available pussy. 

And Cindy broke through, from one orgasm to another. I continued to hold her up, running on pure adrenalin, as I slammed into her with all the power I could muster. Small tremors and quake threatened to rip her from my grasp, but I held on, fucking like my life depended on it. The second orgasm became a third as Cindy was absorbed by the feeling. Did I want to go for a fourth?

But Cindy was tired, all tapped out from the pummeling she had received. Yet, I was still rock hard and in desperate need of a cunt. What to do? I first set Cindy down. Then, I simply removed the hair brush, lined my cock up with Sarah's engorged pussy lips, and said, "Game over. Your punishment is done now. I need to fuck you now." 

I could see Sarah's muscles tense as I pressed my cock against the outer perimeter of her cunt. I lowered my hands, placing them under Sarah's waist. I looked down at my cock for a moment, knocking at Sarah's quim. It was covered with Cindy's juices. I smiled as I thought about adding Sarah's to the mix.

Sarah said to me, "Do it. I need you inside of me." Her excitement was razor sharp. "I want to feel you, Professor, fucking my cunt."

I rammed my cock forward, sliding inside of her smooth, slick, cunt. While not loose, I had no trouble burying myself to the balls on the first thrust. The wet sound of skin smacking against skin reverberated off the bedroom walls. She was drooling wet and very ready. The strap-on and hair brush had pried apart her walls and prepared her for an all out drilling. Her cunt craved to be filled; it needed some thick and hard dicking. I wasted no time. I knew what she wanted, and merciful God knows I wanted it too. 

My dick was barely inside of her, when Sarah started cumming. She was a force of nature, a banshee howling in the night. For so long, Sarah had been standing at the gates unable to find that last twinge that would bring release. It was pure torture that only made her want grow. Desperation and need were all consuming; desire was the only thought. ....And then I drove my dick home.

Sarah threw her head back and keened, "Ohhhh, Professor! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" at a volume I hadn't thought possible. The furniture shook. Cindy trembled. And I am sure that the neighbors, and the neighbor's neighbors, were aware that Sarah was cumming.  

But Sarah's orgasm didn't stop me from fucking her. This was a power fuck. My cock was running a long distance championship marathon. I wasn't done. I needed to feel that pussy sliding back and forth on my shaft. 

So on and on it went. I continued to wildly pummel Sarah as I screamed out obscenities, "Oh fuck, that pussy feels good. I love fucking it. Damn, it is incredible wrapped around my dick." Sarah couldn't respond; she only moaned. Thinking was beyond her. Instead, she was in a sweaty world of pure sensation.

Then an idea struck me: Why fuck one pussy when I could fuck two? I pulled my cock from Sarah's abused and swollen cunt. It fell loose with a lewd, wet plopping sound. The glistening shaft was throbbing hard and sloppy wet. The bedroom air felt cold on my sensitive skin. I felt a shiver. But I knew wouldn't have that feeling for long....

With little warning, I thrust my cock into Cindy's moistened cunt. Cindy had been coming down from her orgasm. She was still lying on top of Sarah, her ass facing toward me. Her eyes pressed shut as she clutched Sarah close and tight. Cindy was not expecting to feel my cock driving into her again.

But there it was, slamming into her tiny, pink hole. Suddenly, her body straightened as every muscle tensed. Cindy had not anticipated that I would impale her on my slab of man-meat – not again. 

Not giving her time to think, I just renewed my assault. Once again I was fucking her, using the orifice between her legs for my pleasure. This was a glorious fuck that just kept spiraling towards a crescendo.

"Oh yes, oh fuck... yes... yes... mmmmn fuck. I love the way your cock feels inside me, so gooooooooood" Cindy moaned as I impaled her with my dick. 

But I didn't stay inside of Cindy for long; I also needed to fuck Sarah. She was just starting to find her breath, to find that zone of normality again. Fuck that! Fuck her! I plunged my dick inside of her tasty, hot walls and Sarah was again transported to an incoherent zone of orgasmic bliss. Thrust, thrust, slam, thrust – I drove my cock into her molten, hot furnace.

And then it was time to switch it up again....

Back and forth I went, cunt to cunt – fucking both of these two gorgeous women. They were splayed out before me like a sex buffet, one on top of the other, ripe for my choice. The variation of each pussy was subtly different. The tingle Cindy gave me was not the same as the one I got from Sarah. Cindy was tighter, but Sarah was hotter. While equally sexy, each woman moaned in her own unique cadence. Cindy and Sarah squirmed beneath me, as I slammed into them doggie style. They each gave their own idiomatic responses – Cindy bent her knees as she tried to pull me deeper into her cunt; Sarah curled her fingers as she gave herself over to the jackhammer fuck. Compare and contrast! 

"Fuck this is so good," I bellowed between thrusts. "Shit, you feel amazing on my dick."

I was a fucking machine. Slam, thrust, pound – I was a raw and furious heat that could not be contained. I had to fuck! I slammed into the two women with unabated, lust. Their moans and wails were the most deliciously sexual thing I could imagine. Skin slapped against skin as the connection of our loins made a remarkable "spooshing" sound. Their pussies gripped me, massaged me, enveloped me – but they couldn't hold me. Once I was in to the root, I was immediately pulling back out again. I needed to make myself ready for the next move. The room reeked of sex; the heady, musky aroma of female arousal tickled my nose. 

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fuck forever. I could feel the creeping end quickly approaching. Sharp and electric jolts of pleasure ran from shot from my crotch to every nerve ending in my body. My breathing quickened and became ragged. I felt the impending need beginning to over take me. Just another moment and I would cum.

I quickly pulled my cock from whatever cunt I was fucking (I think it was Sarah - I had switched so many times that I lost track). With a leap, I bounded on top of the bed. I stood upright on the mattress near the head board. I bent my legs, so that I could squat down. Gripping my cock firmly in my left hand, I took aim. Then I fired the first shot.

Sarah and Cindy lay before me in a writhing mass of sweaty, female flesh. The two grad students were panting weakly. Their eyes were glazed over in a hazy fog of lust. I had fucked them both into oblivion. Neither of them seemed to have any mental control or sense of self. They had reverted to primal, animal carnality. 

So Cindy was confused when she felt the first string of cum splatter along her back. She looked around, unable to put together the pieces. I would have laughed if I wasn't in the midst of orgasm. Before me was an extremely intelligent PhD student that had been fucked into a reality of pure sensation. 

Stroking my cock, I fired off two more thick ropes of cum. One grazed Sarah's arm while the other hit Cindy on the ass. Sarah turned her head so that she could look up at me. Her smile was devious and full of need. I could tell that she knew what was happening and loved it. In a throaty voice she said, "Oh that is so hot! Do it Professor! Smother us with your big, fat load."

Her words were golden inspiration. I squatted a little more while bending slightly, allowing me to point my dick at a sharper angle. I only had a few more shots left. I needed to make these count.

The fourth load of spunk hit Sarah dead-on in the face. Her entire left cheek dribbled with my nut. Cindy, in her confusion, turned her face into the fifth and final shot. It seemed like she was about speak, because part of my jizz shot directly between her open lips. She gurgled and sputtered disjointedly. The rest trickled down her chin onto Sarah's shoulder.

A sudden feeling of relaxation washed over me. All tension was gone. I plopped onto the bed, my back against the wall. What a disaster! Clothes were flung all over the room. Both women were covered in sweat and cum. The sheets were pulled loose and bunched haphazardly. Small patches of spent wax were ground into the disheveled comforter. 

And Sarah was still tied up. My crotch fell right in front of her face. Grinning widely, she immediately started to nuzzle against my balls. Her warm, wet tongue caressed my nut sack perfectly. In between licks and swirls, she looked up at me and said quizzically, "Can I please be untied? I am starting to get sore."

Cindy, who was coming out of her sex-drenched haze, loudly snorted. She rolled off of Sarah and went to work on the scarves. All was forgiven. Sarah sighed contentedly as each of her limbs was untied. She flexed her arms and legs, feeling the blood beginning to flow again. She then grabbed my cock and licked it clean. "Mmmmm... we taste good," she said.

Cindy scootched up the bed and joined Sarah at my cock. She gave it a long lick from base to tip with the flat of her tongue. She giggled and said, "I agree. We do." Then she swirled her tongue around the crown. Cindy continued, "I have a question, though. Why did you call him Professor?"

Sarah and I burst out laughing. We looked at each other and we both nodded. Without words, we agreed to let Cindy in on our naughty secret. Sarah said, "Well it looks like it might be a few minutes until the Professor is ready to go again. Dude, let's put on that video and while it is playing I have a story for you. Let me tell you about Jessica...."



Oral Exam Ch. 16



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, who convinced to me to write a story that involved swingers. They were the inspiration. Another thank you goes out to Ashraelle (I really appreciate your editing – you got my love of the hyphen under control). There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first fifteen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

Jessica's head bobbed up and down in my lap. I was so close, so fucking close. I could feel those ruby red lips sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. They were so wet, so delicious. How could I help myself? She might be a coed – she might be my student – but how could I resist this fantastic head? 

I reached under my desk and placed my hands on either side of her head. I just wanted to guide the pace, to control the speed of the blowjob. She acquiesced, letting me set the tempo. I felt the individual strands of her hair between my fingers; her golden locks were soft and silky in my hands. 

Saliva ran out of Jessica's mouth onto my cock. The stringy liquid ran down my shaft and spilled onto my balls. Her fingers rubbed my balls in little circles, rubbing the spit into my skin.

I felt my hips twitch; I was bucking and sliding them up and down spasmodically. No logical sense or pattern could be used to understand my movement. I had lost control. My eyes fluttered shut. I threw my head back and released a long satisfied groan. The muscles in the back of my neck tightened and my toes flexed into a curl. 

The release came. My body shook as I shot several ropes of hot, sticky cum down Jessica's willing throat. She took it all like a champ. Holding my dick between her lips she never let go, never showed any sign of revulsion or disgust, and never stopped gulping down the baby batter I was funneling into her. In fact, she seemed to enjoy swallowing down my cum – perhaps the ultimate mark of being a slut. Jessica continued to rub my balls through the orgasm, massaging them gently between her fingers. When I was done with my nut, she gave my cock one last swirl of the tongue before letting it fall from her lips. 

"That's what you've been waiting for, huh Professor?" Jessica asked.

"Absolutely. In addition to being my favorite student, you are a fantastic cocksucker," I groaned.

"I bet I am your favorite student because I am a fantastic cocksucker. Eh, Professor?"

"True. Very true."

"Well it is easy to give head when you are inspired," Jessica said looking up at me. "I love sucking your cock, Professor. It tastes really good, and I love how your cum runs down the back of my throat – all warm and creamy. By the way, how's my grade doing?" Her eyes, looking up at me, were brimming with laughter. 

I snorted. Jessica looked so cute on her knees between my legs, her hair messed up from the oral sex. She was the image of naughty, eighteen-year old coed sexiness. "It depends on whether and how often you do that again, Jessica. The final is in another week and a half." 

I tucked my cock back into my pants, rolled back my chair, and sighed. I could get used to this routine, a sexy teeny-bopper coming up to my office to play virtuoso on my skin flute. First some groping, then some minor finger play, followed by premier head – how nice. The academic life was certainly for me.

Jessica crawled out from under my office desk. She was smiling broadly, like she was the cat that swallowed the canary AND the cream. The blonde bombshell's hair was tousled. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead; the intimate confines under my desk must have been pretty warm. Her clothes were still largely in place; although her blouse was unbuttoned a little further than would normally be appropriate (A few minutes before climax, I had undone a few buttons in order to access her lovely, bouncy, teen breasts). 

Jessica was still on her knees and half way under my desk when the office door opened. Cindy stood in the hallway, carrying an overstuffed backpack and a pile of text books. She was wearing loose fitting jeans and a bulky school hoodie. I was struck again by her beauty, as I always was, whenever I saw her. 

Cindy's eyes instantly fell on the blonde coed between my legs. She raised her eyebrow, as if asking the obvious question. Thinking fast, Jessica responded by saying, "Uhh, I lost my contact." 

"And you lost it under his desk?" Cindy quickly quipped.

"Ummmmm..." Jessica said blushing furiously, as her voice trailed off. Jessica was caught and she knew it. The coed stood up, trying to fix her clothes without being too obvious. Her skirt was wrinkled and dusty. A black, lacy bra was very visible underneath her unbuttoned shirt. The ample cleavage of her beautiful, teenage breasts bounded delightfully into view. 

"That's what I thought. Nice to meet you Jessica," Cindy responded sticking out her hand. Jessica looked stunned. She took Cindy's hand and shook it tentatively. I could tell that Jessica she was especially surprised that Cindy knew her name. 

"By the way," Cindy said, her lips curling into a devilish smile, "I think you have something on the corner of your mouth."

Jessica wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked down and her eyes grew wide. Jessica knew that the clear, viscous smudge was my leftover nut. Caught and embarrassed in front of a stranger (my office mate), she picked up her book bag and flew out the office. On the way out the door, she said, "Thanks for the help, Professor," and then she was gone.

Cindy laughed for a moment before looking at me. She said in her tinkling Southern drawl, "I see you've been a busy boy."

I grinned and nodded. Life was so much easier now that my office mate knew my secret: I had fucked several sexy coeds. I then shrugged, as if to ask, "What do you expect?" 

"You're incorrigible," shaking her head in disbelief. "So that is the amazing Jessica? Sarah will not shut up about her or her friend Shannon. I guess I can see why. A mid-day blowjob under your desk? Wow! That is too much! That slut's a total teen hottie. I will never look at this office the same way again. It has probably never seen this kind of action before."

"Can you blame me?"

"No," Cindy grinned as she sat down at her desk. "I'd tap that ass in a minute. That's the chick that traded favors for grades, right?"

"Yup," I said. I didn't add that I had made a deal with Shannon too.

Cindy chuckled to herself as she started to sort through a pile of papers in her bag. I looked away and settled back into my work. I had a lot to get done. My mind was resolute. Jessica's blowjob, had given me a new sense of clarity. The words I was reading seemed to leap off of the page. Habermas suddenly became comprehensible. I pulled out my highlighter and set to work. I fell into a rhythm of notes and underlining. I began to wrestle with some concept or another. It would be mine; I would tame it.

I am not sure how much time had passed when I heard Cindy ask, "Jessica's bisexual, right?" snapping me out of my productive daze. Her voice was tentative and light. I could tell that she had been thinking about asking this question for awhile.

I looked up from my book, and scrutinized Cindy's face. Her eyes were flickering with humor and mischief. I grinned and she blushed. 

"Why?" I asked. "Does somebody have a crush? I am not sure that would be appropriate for a student and a teacher to get together...."

Cindy snorted. "P'shaw. I am not sure if I have ever heard you lay down such a steaming crock of shit." I chuckled. "Seriously, do you think that you and Jessica might like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Perhaps, it depends on what is on the menu?" I asked, flirting with my office mate. I could feel my cock beginning to bulge in my pants. It didn't matter that I had just dropped a load down Jessica's throat a few minutes ago, I might not be a coed myself, but I wasn't that old yet. The thought of Cindy and Jessica – together – was damn exciting. A mental image of a blonde pussy rubbing against blonde pussy tickled my imagination. 

Cindy giggled, flirting right back. "I think you can guess." As she paused for a moment, her eyes fluttered, and her expression became dreamy. I would have like to have been a part of whatever she was visualizing. She shook her head and then continued, "But there is a little more...."

"Oh?" I said cocking one eyebrow.

"Yeah. I haven't exactly been on the straight and narrow for the last few months. Sarah was only one of my indiscretions." Cindy's voice was low and soft. I had to strain to hear it. "A while back, I was online and feeling pretty horny. I hadn't seen my fiancé, Zach, in such a long time and I was getting that itch. I had been playing around on a website I found. It had all of these naughty and dirty stories on it. On a lark I posted some erotic fiction that I had been dallying with. Shortly afterward I got an email from a married, swinger couple. We emailed and then I started corresponding regularly with this them. At first it was some innocent flirting and some cyber-sex through IM, but after a few pretty hot sessions it grew into more. They were looking for a single girl to join them, you know, for some fun."

Cindy stopped for a moment and looked at me. I could tell she was scrutinizing my face, hoping for a reaction. Sex is so complicated; I guess we all have our secrets. Fear of a harsh condemnation or a rebuke is always lingering around the corner. Feelings are there to be crushed. We all have something to hide and we desperately don't want to get caught. But that is the rub.... Maybe we do – want to get caught? Do we hope to let our secret out? Maybe that is the twist, the subconscious thrill?

I nodded, giving her the approval she needed. But who was I? I just got a blowjob from one of my students. I certainly wasn't holding any moral or ethical high ground. I guess she just needed the understanding from a friend.

"We exchanged photos and then met for drinks," Cindy continued. "All the while I was telling myself that nothing was going to happen. I repeated that thought over and over to myself, but I knew what was really going on. I wanted excitement. I wanted to live and try something new. I knew that they were swingers and that they were looking for a good time and all that entails."

"I had been with other girls before but Zach had been my second guy. Until I met him I had primarily considered myself a lesbian. We were getting married, and I just couldn't live that way. I craved the touch of a woman and I needed to know what another man felt like. So I decided that the swingers were the perfect way to go."

Cindy's relationship with Zach confused me. I had been a little disconcerted about her being engaged before, even though it hadn't stopped me from nailing her soundly. But their relationship seemed a little more complicated than I expected. "Have you told Zach?" I asked.

Cindy looked a little surprised at the question. She regrouped and thought for a second. Then she answered, "Yeah, I talked to him shortly before I met the swinger couple. He was cool with it. To be honest, I was surprised. He told me that he trusted me and that I needed to tell him everything. I think the truth is that he is really horny and that he likes knowing that I am fucking someone else. It seems to really turn him on. Zach always wants the full details over the phone after one of my rendezvous - the nastier the better."

"Well then, what happened? What went down when you met them?" I asked.

"So, you know, I joined them for a few drinks," Cindy said, "We talked, and drank, and flirted, and we later went back to their place. We all knew what was going to happen. I was kidding myself when I told myself that I might walk out. I really wanted to try it. The inevitable simply happened, and I have been getting together with them every couple of weeks when the itch gets bad." 

"And now you are asking me to join you?" I asked. 

"You and Jessica. I am supposed to see them tomorrow night. Wanna come?" 

"What's the couple like?" 

"Very fuckable, if that is what you are asking," Cindy grinned. I couldn't get over the nasty, dirty words coming out of her mouth in that sweet Southern accent. I had thought she was the prim and proper type. Now I knew the truth – her mind was just as perverted as mine. What a delight! "They are older, about forty or forty-five. He does something with real estate and she stays home. She is gorgeous with great, big tits and long blonde hair. Both keep in pretty good shape and take care of themselves."

"Why me?"

"Because I think you will have a good time. James and Angela are a lot of fun, and are amazing to fuck. Wow, the things Angela can do with her tongue..." For a second Cindy drifted off. Then she gulped, shook her head, and continued, "And those two will adore Jessica – if she is interested. Oh my heck, they will tear her up." Cindy giggled maniacally. "Besides, I'd like a piece of that little slut too. She is gorgeous. Do you think she would be interested? I can't believe she sucked you off right under your desk. She looked so sexy with your cum dripping from her mouth" 

I chuckled and said, "Welcome to my world. I can't believe it most of the time either. Sure, it sounds fun. I will talk to Jessica and see what she says. She's into women, but I don't know about other guys. I'll get back to you later tonight. Good?"

Cindy licked her lips and then batted her eyes. "Very good."

Jessica and I stood, hand in hand, in front of a typical suburban home. There was a large yard complete with a freshly built snowman. A basketball hoop hung from the garage and a mini-van sat in the driveway. Hanging on the door was a wreath with the word "Welcome" woven into the circle of green pine needles. This was the last place I would expect to be the home of a swinger couple. 

Looking at Jessica, I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I could tell that she was nervous. When I called her the day before, she was shocked, and excited about Cindy's proposal. She thought about it, called me back, and told me that she wanted to be involved. My blonde office mate excited her. Jessica wasn't sure how far she would go, but she definitely wanted to watch. 

Jessica flashed me a winning smile and took a big breath. "Yes, Professor. I haven't been able to think about anything else since you called me last night. My pussy is a swamp, right now. Go ahead and knock on the door. If you don't, I will."

I chuckled, looking her up and down one more time. To look at us, you wouldn't think we were headed for a swinger's party. I was dressed casually in jeans, a blue button down shirt, and a black bomber jacket. Jessica was wearing black pinstripe slacks, leather high heeled boots (I think she borrowed them from Sarah), and a pink faux-cashmere overcoat. Underneath the coat a black half-sweater and a white halter top pushed her lovely teenage breasts up and out. Her golden, blonde hair was bunched in a single pony tail that poured out from underneath her pink beret. While Jessica looked sexy, she didn't seem like a slutty, orgy seductress.

Getting impatient, Jessica lifted the door knocker and let it fall three times. I looked at her and said slyly, "Nice knockers." She snorted and elbowed me in the side. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "What?" as Jessica shook her head. And then the door opened....

....And there she was – a devastatingly gorgeous woman of about forty (although she was put together like someone much younger). She had raven colored hair that cascaded in waves down to her porcelain shoulders. She wore a burgundy cocktail dress that tied off in the back. The dress flowed and bunched in scooped folds around her delicious cleavage. The lush and sumptuous flesh overflowed the dress. I wanted to reach out and grab a handful of tit, but resisted since we hadn't been formally introduced. The dress fell gently against her curvy waist, and then settled at mid-thigh. From there, matching burgundy stockings took over. The outfit was completed by high heeled shoes acted as the perfect enhancement to her already incredible figure. 

Was this woman a soccer mom? According to Cindy the couple had two kids, but I couldn't believe it. She did not seem like the PTA / little league type. Sure there was a mini-van and a sled outside, but so what? Maybe that information made her even hotter. I had a coed sex-kitten, now I could have a cougar. I wanted to ravish this Goddess right there, to throw her against the door frame or perhaps the snowman, and have my wanton way with her. Neighborhood watch be damned! 

She looked both of us slowly up and down. There was an intoxicating intensity – a quicksilver lust in her eyes that I couldn't avoid. This blonde beauty licked her lips – two thick and puffy, crimson pillows – as her gaze traveled downward. She smiled as she saw the bulge in my pants twitch. Her lascivious gaze then shifted over to Jessica. It was clear to me that Jessica felt this woman's lust and heat. Jessica's cheeks turned a bright red, before she averted her eyes.

"Hello Professor," the woman said in a deep throaty voice. "And this must be Jessica. I have heard all about you. You both look very tasty. I think we are all going to enjoy each other's company tonight. C'mon in. I'm Angela, James is in the other room talking to Cindy. Can I take your coats?"

"Sure," I said as Jessica and I shook off the snow and stepped out of our outer garments. We handed them to Angela as she checked us out through her peripheral vision. I could feel her approval. As she accepted my coat, I felt her other hand outside my jeans. Angela's index finger lightly traced the length of my cock; then she grabbed my cock and balls full-on. I gasped in surprise. The evening had officially begun and Angela had made the first play.

"I think that will do quite well. I can't wait to feel it when there are no pants to block my way," Angela said, as she let go of my hardening meat stick. I could hear the brazen flame in her voice. She knew what she wanted, and was wasting no time in getting it. 

Jessica looked at us quizzically; while taking off her coat she hadn't seen the foyer groping. Angela responded by saying, "I was just feeling up the Professor. I had to check to make sure he had the goods before the evening got fully underway. I trust Cindy, but she is pretty novice when it comes to cock. But she was dead on here; I'm betting that I will really like what is dangling between the Professor's legs. And you look pretty tasty too, my dear. I can't wait to eat you up. Let's not dawdle here, though. We can explore each other a little better elsewhere." 

Angela turned around to put the coats in the closet. My mind was already reeling sexually. My eyes fell to the seams on the backs of her stockings. I felt a hot flash as I imagined those legs wrapped around me. At that moment I also learned her dress was backless. I could see the dimples on the small of her back and the beginning of her ass crack. Very nice! 

We then followed Angela through a hallway lined with family photos and various children's' ribbons. I chuckled to myself. Knowing what was going to go down (or who – chuckle), the décor made the family atmosphere feel very naughty. It was like there was a dirty conspiracy of which we were all about to play a part.

Jessica and I met James in the other room. He was finishing the last touches of a salad, while chatting with Cindy. James was about 6'0'' and probably a little over 200 pounds. He was stocky, with a touch of paunch around the middle, but otherwise strongly built. His lively and open face was clean shaven. Flecks of gray at his temples gave his black hair an older, distinguished look. He wore a dark brown corduroy sports coat, tan Dockers, and a sky blue dress shirt. 




Oral Exam Ch. 16



Together, James and Angela made an attractive couple. They had an easy rapport that quickly put everyone at ease. The minutes flew by, and the butterflies settled down. The conversation was light, chatty, and laced with flirtatious innuendo (most of which seemed to come from Angela). This older, married couple was masterful; they were skilled in the gentle seduction of dinner guests. A "casual" touch, a double entendre, a knowing look – we were putty in their kinky married hands. 

We all sat down at a large oak dining table. Jessica was on my right and Cindy was at my left. We started passing around various dishes while, oohing and ahhing delightedly over the food. We made small talk as we ate our dinner. Flirtation continued. Thus, our plates were pretty clean when the conversation really began.

"So Jessica," James asked, "I understand you are a student?" His voice was smooth and charismatic. 

"Yeah," Jessica responded. "I go to the university. I especially enjoy the rigorous curriculum and the demanding professors." I could see the playful glint in her eye.

"What are you studying?"

"The Professor," she said. I gasped for a moment and nearly spit the water I was drinking out of my mouth. She put a hand on my thighs and began to slide it upward. "What? It's true, Professor. You seem to be, like, my primary course load these days. And I do mean load." She said this as she was licking her fingers clean. The image of a blowjob suddenly passed through my mind.

I was stunned. Outside the front door, Jessica had been shaking with nervousness. Now she was laying everything out in the open. I could see the light in her eyes; the switch had just flipped over into a lust filled danger land. Jessica was on fire. 

Jessica continued to talk, this time I could hear the tease in her voice, "Oh he's a little bit shy. But don't worry Angela, he'll take control later. I'm sure that he will live up to whatever Cindy has told you about him. I know because he is already getting hard. My hand is on his pants." 

And it was true. Jessica's hand was resting on my cock. She was lightly massaging it, coaxing it to a turgid state beneath my jeans. While I was nowhere near full length, she was definitely making progress. A little more lovin' and I would be good to go.

"Is it true that he is your teacher?" Angela asked. Her eyes seemed to twinkle at this thought. I could see her dirty mind at work.

"He is. He's my Professor," Jessica giggled. Her voice sounded girly and cute. "I've learned a lot from him. But I don't have to worry about grades anymore. I totally made a deal with him a while back. I gave him a blowjob. He gave me an 'A.' He's thrown me over a desk and banged me several times since then, so I am not really worried about the final exam." 

"She's telling the truth," Cindy interjected. "I opened the door to the office yesterday and I saw her crawling out from under his desk. They both looked pretty disheveled, and there was something white dripping from the corner of her mouth."

"Really?" Angela said as her face crept into a lascivious smile. She seemed surprised, and very pleased, that a girl who appeared as lovely and innocent looking as Jessica could be such a naughty slut. 

"That is so hot," Angela continued. "I wanted so badly to fuck some of my professor's in college. I had this fantasy about a history Prof of mine and how he would bend me over the podium and take me from behind. Sometimes I even imagined that he was still giving the lecture as he was fucking me and all of the other students were watching. My panties would be soaked after every class. I always raced home to masturbate just so I could concentrate for the rest of the day. Wow, it is amazing, Jessica, that you are living my dream."

"Yeah, life is pretty good," Jessica said as she looked down and smiled to herself. I could see her nipples harden. "And when Cindy totally caught me I was embarrassed. I didn't know how to handle it then, but as I thought about it the incident just, like, got hotter and hotter. And when I talked to the Professor on the phone last night, he told me about her suggestion and how he fucked her the other night, I decided I wanted a piece of that Southern apple pie too," Jessica said, faking demure. 

It was Cindy's turn to look surprised, as she sputtered on the water she was sipping. James, his voice laughing with amusement, said, "What's the matter Cin, cat got your tongue?"

Cindy just laughed, "My, my, my.... How nice.... I hadn't realized just how forward this cutie is. If she plays her cards right she might be able to get what she is looking for."

"Anything I am looking for?" Jessica asked. 

"Anything." Cindy replied.

My dick was now raging hard. The dirty dialog had been setting me aflame, but an even bigger factor was Jessica's hand which was currently groping my cock and balls. And then Cindy joined in. She laid her hand on top of my crotch. Cindy giggled, since I don't think she was expecting Jessica to already be there. In the tradition of friendship and camaraderie, though, the tiny blonde simply joined in the fun. 

Now I had two women working my cock under the table. Without letting go, Cindy leaned over and whispered something in James's ear. His face lit up, like a kid at Christmas. He laughed for a moment, and then leaned over to whisper something to his wife. She smiled, grinning from ear to ear and took a big gulp of the red wine sitting in front of her. 

She looked at me, locking eyes, and said, "The ladies seem to be having a pretty good time, but maybe I can be of assistance too?" I nodded. Angela got off of her chair and slid under the table.

A moment later, I felt another set of hands rubbing my groin. This time though, it wasn't just play; Angela was going right for my zipper. With a long, smooth tug she pulled the metal tang down. She then reached inside and wrapped a single hand around my thickening shaft. She fished my cock out of the hole in my pants and held it to her open mouth.

Angela's warm breath gently caressed my cock. A long, slow stream of air swirled around the tip, before encasing the shaft, and spilling down over my balls. Angela then pursed her lips and spit on my dick, getting it all sloppy and wet. Either Cindy or Jessica (I couldn't tell which) rubbed the saliva into my skin. I could only throw my head back and moan.

"I knew it." I heard Angela's voice under the table, emanating from the vicinity of my crotch, "My, my, my, what a nice young cock you have here – so hard and suckable. I think I will have to seduce you and pull a Mrs. Robinson."

James looked at me and grinned. He really seemed to enjoy the idea of his wife sucking on my cock. James stood up and said, "It looks like you are living the good life, my friend. I envy you. My wife is about to give you fantastic head, and here I am, her husband, and I get stuck with the dishes." He started stacking plates, bowls and silverware up on the counter, whistling while he was doing it. James then turned on the faucet and began to do the dishes.

What juxtaposition! James's wife had her head in my lap and he was arms deep in suds. I felt sorry for the guy. Here I was, a free-loading guest in his house, and I was the one getting a world-class blowjob from his wife. Two young, sexy vixens were helping her work on my cock with their very capable hands. And he was left doing the dishes after a fantastic dinner he helped prepare. That, perhaps, was the saddest thing I ever heard. Not that I could focus enough to care at the moment... 

Jessica leaned over to kiss me. I felt her warm tongue press against my lips and then slide in between. Her hand moved from my crotch to my chest. She wasn't moving it in any particular pattern, but rather a seductive and swirling stroke. I pulled her close to me, touching her hair and kissing her back. Even after all of my extracurricular activities, Jessica still was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Cindy whispered in my ear, "Enjoy Professor; I'll be back later. I have to make sure our host gets some attention too. He deserves a special treatment," and got up from her seat. She sauntered over to the sink, stood behind James, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded. 

The tiny blonde wrapped her arms around his chest, clutching him tight. She pressed her body against his, boring her perky breasts into his back. Slowly she slid her arms down his body, until she found his belt buckle. She loosened the buckle and undid his pants. With a firm yank they fell to the floor around James's feet. He was now naked from the waist down. His cock bounced proudly into view. It was probably around seven inches but rather fat. Most impressive, however, was James' balls. They hung low, not too far from his knees, in a gigantic sack. They seemed like golf balls, swaying to and fro. Amazing! 

Cindy knelt on the floor, reached around, and gripped James's cock firmly in one hand. He looked down to see her sliding her fingers up and down his expanding length. Meanwhile, James continued to do the dishes. There was something very sexy in Cindy and James's actions. Neither of them talked; instead, they reacted to each other and kept going. 

My office mate moved in closer, placing her face against the crack of James's ass. One hand kept stroking his cock, while the other parted his ass cheeks. I could see him twitch, when he felt the first creep of Cindy's tongue. A flick, a whirl, and then a poke: Cindy was licking James's ass. 

"Oh y'all taste so good," Cindy moaned with delight. I couldn't believe it. Certainly, I hadn't experienced all of Cindy's sexual appetites, but this was hard to believe. Cute Southern girl eating a guy's ass, this was the most unexpected move of all. 

But I couldn't really focus on what was going on by the sink; too many interesting things were happening to me. Angela had taken my cock between her lips. For the longest time she just held the spongy head between those two bee-stung pillows and massaged my pee-hole with her tongue. But then I felt her engulf my length. Her mouth was warm and wet, steamy like a tropical furnace. I felt Angela descend, taking me deeper into her mouth. One bob, two, three – each one was an exhilarating (excruciating?) lesson in pleasure.

Jessica and I parted. The taste of her kiss lingered on my lips. She lightly bit my earlobe and whispered, "Does that feel good, Professor? Do you like that naughty woman sucking on your cock? I bet it feels good. She wants to please you. She wants to take your entire Professorial dick. I bet Angela just wants to feel your hot jizz running down the back of your throat. Do you want to do that for her?"

I didn't answer; I just moaned. Angela was starting to pick up some speed. I could feel a greater sense of urgency in her lips. This woman lived for head. She was pulling it out, trying to get me to reach my orgasmic peak. I placed my hand on either side of her face. I grabbed a handful of jet black hair by both of her ears, and then I started to drag her roughly onto my cock. 

Angela got the message. She knew that I wanted it faster; she didn't need to be told any more. My cock was turgid and bulging in her mouth. I could feel it hitting – pummeling – the back of her throat. Spit dribbled from her mouth and puddled on her chest. She was a nasty slut, a dirty-ass mom, slurping on my cock under her dining room table. Nothing could be sexier.

....Except when I looked over at the sink. I couldn't get over it; the sight was like a perverse traffic accident from which I couldn't look away. How strange! This sweet Southern girl had stepped over the edge. I now saw her for what she truly was: a dirty, nasty, ass licking whore-slut.

Cindy's face was buried in the crack of James's ass. She must have been rimming him out something fierce. A dish was in one hand – forgotten – while he braced himself against the counter with the other. His body was rigid and shaking. I could hear his breath, ragged and shallow. Cindy's tiny fingers were briskly stroking his cock, from around James's waist. His gigantic balls swung back and forth to beat of her rhythm. Between hand and tongue, Cindy played a virtuoso rusty trombone. 

"Oh fuck, that feels good," I exclaimed. I felt Angela's tongue sliding along the underside of my dick. So many sensations, so many visual cues! Sex was everywhere. "I am getting close. I want to cum in your mouth. Oh that sexy mouth..."

Angela didn't miss a beat. She just revved into full gear and took my cock like a champ. This sexy mom cranked it as high as she could go, and the result was total ecstasy. 

"Fucking cum," Jessica gasped into my ear. I could see one of her hands had strayed southward and was now buried in her pants. The movement at her crotch was unmistakable. I could hear the own orgasm in her voice. "Fucking shoot your load down her throat," Jessica commanded.

How could I disobey? I pulled on Angela's silky raven locks, driving my cock deeper down her throat. I could hear her gag – but no matter. I needed to cum. Her mouth, that sweet willing mouth, was the perfect receptacle. She would drink down all of my sperm. I would pour it out of my cock and she would gobble it down. Every last drop would go from me to her, and she, a married woman, would take it.

I gasped in delight. My hips jolted and I pulled Angela close. Her lips tightened, forming an amazing and obscene suction effect. I was cumming. The force was overwhelming. I was forced into a lewd dance on her dining room chair. Five or six ropes of cum burst from my cock. She took it all with out a thought. All that cum – Angela just guzzled it down her throat.

I felt my breath go ragged. My eyes lost focus, muscles spasmed and then relaxed. Everything was all right – now that I had cum.

I could hear Jessica moaning next to me. Her hand was still deep inside her pants. I could see the movement as she toyed with her angry clit. Another second and her orgasm struck. Pure and clear, the "O" hit her dead on. She slumped and fell into me, leaning against my shoulder. I looked up at her and she smiled back beatifically. I kissed her lightly on the cheek. Life was good.

I looked over to the side to see James thrusting his hips wildly. There was no reason to the movement – just lust for Cindy's hand. Cindy's face remained high and tight in James' butt. She was the rim-master. Unable to hold back the inevitable, several hot jets of jizz barreled from the end of his cock. Sticky cum plastered the oak cabinet beneath the sink. 

As James's orgasm wound down, Cindy withdrew her hand and pulled back her head.. Several strands of cum, like a spider-web clung to her fingers. She held her palm up to her mouth and licked the first appendage clean. Cindy turned, looked to us, and said in that cute Southern drawl, "I guess these are children you guys won't be having."

Jessica looked up, suddenly alert, and asked, "Where are your kids?" Good question; I hadn't thought of it.

Angela laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry about them," as she crawled out from under her dining room table. Angela's face was warm and beaded with sweat. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair was a dark tousled mess. "They are staying at a friend's house tonight. It is a treat for us and a treat for them."

"I'm think we definitely made out better there," James said, still gasping for breath. "Cindy that was one of the most amazing hand jobs I have ever had. I love it when you tongue my ass." Cindy just smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes, as James kept gushing, "I can never get enough if it. I am very glad that I taught you that trick last time. I think, though, the dishes can wait."

The room fell silent. Despite the intimate activities we had just been involved in, nobody seemed to know what to say next. We all looked at each other. We knew where this was going to end up; we just didn't know how the evening was going to get there. 

All three women were still fully clothed. I could see that the two blonde students and the dark-haired soccer mom were aglow with the horny urges of sex. I chuckled when I looked at James. He looked odd, since he still wore the jacket and shirt but was missing the pants. His cock, which was in a semi-hard state, was still dripping cum. I was dressed normally except for one minor detail: my dong was poking through the hole in my jeans. 

Angela broke the ice. Swaying her hips to a sultry beat, she walked over to Jessica and stood in front of her. I was struck by how amazing the looked together. Change the hair color and they were mirror images of each other. They were lusty reflections of the same pattern. The only real difference was that Angela was old enough to be Jessica's mom. 

Jessica looked quizzical. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Angela tugged on the strap holding up her dress. The top most part fell down, exposing her lush breasts. Angela's tits were round and hefty, with just enough sag to make one realize that this was a mature, sexy woman. Angela then reached down and grabbed Jessica's arms by the wrist. Angela lifted Jessica's right hand first, and placed it squarely on her fleshy tit. She then did the same thing with Jessica's other hand, before saying, "Go ahead, play with them. Squeeze them. I want you to."

At this instant, Jessica was the center of attention. She paused, blushing and batting her eyes. Jessica was the essence of coed, sorority girl cuteness. Her face was alight with uncontained excitement and enthusiasm. She giggled and squealed, "Boobies!" as she began to maul Angela's sweater meat.

James, Cindy, and I stood entranced as Jessica juggled Angela's tits. At first Jessica just squeezed, but soon she began to change up her technique. She cupped Angela's breasts then tweaked the nipples. The tips slid between her fingers as she stroked the hard ends. Jessica slapped Angela's fleshy skin lightly, while squeaking playfully, "Bad booby!" All of us laughed. I could tell, though, that Angela had moved beyond mere amusement. Her rock hard nips indicated just how excited she really was.

Cindy approached Jessica from the rear. The smaller woman wrapped her arms around Jessica and started to massage her teen breasts through her shirt. I could hear Cindy whisper, "These are so nice. They feel perfect." Jessica blushed and just kept right on rubbing.

James and I looked at each other, unsure of whether to say anything. He pulled up his pants and I tucked my cock back in mine. We then faded into the background, to better let the women do their thing.

Cindy stood on her toes and began to kiss Jessica's tanned neck. Jessica swooned in response, drawing Angela in even closer. They were now flesh to flesh, rubbing body against body. Angela reached up and put both of her hands on Jessica's cheeks. The older woman pulled her close, engulfing Jessica in a deeply erotic and sensual kiss.

The three women held each other tight, forming a circle of beautiful female flesh. Jessica, my sexy teen slut, was the eager center; the two older women focused entirely on her. A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the neck – Jessica was living in sensory overload. She had given herself to the moment. She was no longer worried about the consequences of the evening – in fact, consequences be damned! Mind and body, she had handed herself over to her inner lustful desires. She would follow her wanton cravings down to wherever they would lead.

Angela broke the kiss. Slowly, tenderly, gingerly she pulled away from Jessica's lips. The movement appeared almost as if in slow motion. The coed was still puckered and at the ready. Her eyes, which had been closed, fluttered open in confusion. Where was the soft flesh that made her ache so deliciously? Where were the lips that made her insides tremble and quake?

"I think ladies," Angela said, her voice low and sultry, "that we should move some place much more comfortable. Gentlemen, why don't you join us in the bedroom in a couple of minutes?"




Oral Exam Ch. 16



Jessica nodded as if she was in a trance. Her eyes were glassy and her face was without expression. I had seen this look on Jessica's face before. I knew it well. She was in heat.

Cindy, Jessica, and Angela held hands as they left the room. I looked at the clock. Five minutes and then I would go. I didn't think I could contain myself any longer than that. 

James said, "Is she ready for this?" I could hear concern in his voice.

"Jessica?"

"Yes."

"I think so," I replied. "She and I have done a lot together. We have been in situations like this before. In fact, most of the time she pushes me." 

"But has she ever been with anyone old enough to be her mom or dad?"

"I don't think so," I said. "I don't really know how many different people she has been with. She's been with quite a few women, but I don't know how many guys. We've never really talked about it. To my knowledge, everyone has been my age or younger. I do know your wife turns her on. I could see it in her eyes when Angela invited her in the other room; she only gets that look when she is ready for sex. She practically melted under that kiss."

"It is strange for me," James said. I could tell that he was thinking, trying to find the best words to express his thoughts. "Jessica is so gorgeous. She reminds me a lot of my wife when we were younger." I smiled, since I had been thinking pretty close to the same thing. "I want to hold her, and touch her, and do indescribable things to her. But I also know that she is so young. How old is she?"

"Eighteen."

"Damn," James exclaimed. "If my wife and I had gotten down to it a little earlier, she literally could be old enough to be our daughter. In fact, she is only a couple of years older than our kids. Yet, I find her so sexy...."

James's voice trailed off. I could tell he was lost in thought; should he make a play or not. Should he feel guilt? Was this wrong? I waited. I wanted to give him time to think. He needed to make this decision for himself. My voice would just confuse the issue.

We stood in silence leaning against the kitchen walls. Time drew out, tick-tocking away. Both of us were mulling over the rest of the evening. For me, it was no moral dilemma. I had fucked Jessica several times. My worries and regrets were long gone. Instead, I was focused on sliding my cock inside of Angela. I needed to fuck her – badly. I wanted to ram her, and slam her, and bang her, and pummel her sweet, drooling cooter. But James was different. This was new territory for him. He wanted to fuck, but his moral compass still needed to be defined. How should he act around Jessica? How far should he take it?

James looked up and smiled. He nodded his head at the clock and said, "It is about time." His voice had a subtle humor to it. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I think the ladies are expecting us."

I laughed. "I think the ladies are probably going to have a good time with or without us."

"That is true," James said. "But I'd like to be there when they are having that good time."

I smiled back and gestured for him to lead the way. We passed through the living room and down a hallway. The walls were lined with family photos: a picnic at the park, Thanksgiving dinner, Grandma Martha. These photos seemed incongruous with the bits of female clothing lying on the floor. They were familiar. I recognized several garments: Angela's dress, Cindy's top and bra, and Jessica's pants. It was like following a trail of breadcrumbs – only but so much naughtier. 

As we got closer to the bedroom door, I could hear the faint sound of feminine moans. Voice intertwined with voice, getting progressively louder as we approached. I could only imagine the delights awaiting my entrance.

James pulled open the wooden, bedroom door. Square, in the center of the room, was a large four poster bed. It had to be king sized. In addition, dressers and bureaus lined the walls. An open door led off to the bathroom. More interestingly, half of the right side of the room was paneled with mirrors. Fun, fun, fun. The room was lit by two lamps, each set to dim. All in all it seemed like a good place for a sexual romp.

And the games had already begun. The women had wasted no time settling into a fuck. Jessica, not surprisingly, was still the center of attention. She was on the bed, face up and naked except for a pair of lacy, white boy shorts. Her beautiful breasts, while still high and firm, fell lightly on top of her chest as any natural pair would. 

Cindy lay topless at the foot of the bed with one of Jessica's feet in her mouth. She was sucking on the coed's painted toes with absolute enthusiasm and delight. Angela, who was completely nude except for the stockings, lay on the bed next to Jessica. They were kissing deeply tongue to tongue, teenager and forty-something. Angela's hand was resting on Jessica's crotch. Her fingers moved lightly, as if strumming a fragile instrument.

Only after I surveyed the scene did I notice that Jessica's hand was buried in Angela's crotch. Jessica's arm movements were subtle, yet unmistakable. Angela's hips gently rocked back and forth in time, fucking that cute, teen finger. Together they moaned, beating a rhythm into each other's mouth as they kissed. 

Cindy looked up and saw James and I standing in the doorway. She smiled around Jessica's foot and then scraped her teeth along the arch and heel. Cindy put the foot back down on the bed. Jessica didn't seem to notice; she was too enthralled with the treatment she was getting from Angela.

Cindy rolled off the bed and fell lightly to the floor. She licked her lips and crawled across the room to the doorway. "Drop 'em," she said, pointing at our pants. Not one to disobey a lady, I did as I told. 

My office mate knelt between us, holding both of our cocks to her mouth. She was such a cutie - a bundle of energy Southern belle turned deviant, sexual dynamo. I knew she was naughty, but I couldn't believe that she ate James's ass earlier that evening. Now she was about to do a double team and suck on both of our cocks.

"I can't wait to taste these," Cindy said as she spit on each of our dicks. Wasting no time she leaned in close, taking James's dick in her mouth. 

I was struck once again by age differences. Cindy was a cute twenty-four year old grad student. Because of her bubbly attitude and her tight, compact gymnast frame she could certainly pass for someone much younger. James was much older than Cindy, probably in his mid-forties. He was going gray and losing the war against a middle age paunch, yet Cindy was enthusiastically sucking his dick. Right now, right here, age didn't matter. Or at least it wasn't a negative. Perhaps the difference was more of a taboo, thus a greater sexual turn-on. 

Those thoughts became gossamer ephemera, though, when Cindy began sucking my dick. Still clutching James in her right hand, she bent her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. I was bathed in warm spit, as the swirling maelstrom of her tongue pushed me to an exciting level of ecstasy. For about thirty seconds she worked me over, licking and slurping on my hardening shaft. She looked up at me with those baby blue eyes, telling me how much she wanted me with every bob of her head. Few things are cuter than a hot blonde staring up you as she is sucking your dick. Soon - all too soon - it was James's turn once again.

I looked over to the bed in time to see the two women cum. Wet, tasty sounds of the finger-fucks played in my ears. Their moans dueled back and forth spiraling upward into an orgasmic crescendo. Angela and Jessica writhed as their fingers – slender, delightful, feminine fingers – pressed deep into liquid cunt. Lips parted. Eyes closed. Hair swayed from side to side. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhh sweet FUCK!!!" I heard Jessica scream as she ground her crotch onto Angela's hand. Angela trapped the eighteen year-old coed's hand between her thighs as she rode out the spasms controlling her body. 

Cindy returned to my cock. "Is that the way you like it? Do you like how I suck your big, beautiful cock?" Cindy asked as she gave me a giant, sloppy lick.

"Oh you drive my cock crazy. Suck it," I replied. She was slurping contentedly while stroking the shaft simultaneously with her tiny hand. Although Cindy's mad blowjob skills felt amazing, I didn't relish the idea of my meat stick being left out in the cold again. I needed to change up the game.

"Hey James, why don't you have a seat on the edge of the bed?" I asked. For a moment he was confused; then he caught on. He grinned as he tugged his cock out of Cindy's grasp. Then he walked over to the bed and sat down.

Cindy looked sad. I said to her, "Oh, babe we're not done. James and I can share. Why don't you suck his cock, while I eat your pussy?"

Cindy's face immediately lit up. She stood up, bent at the waist, and set back to work on James's cock. I heard him groan as she took his steely rod into her mouth. This time she was going for the deep throat. He put both his hands on her head and began to guide her up and down. 

I knelt on the floor and marveled at Cindy's tempting pussy. The lovely little hole was shaved clean. Only a small tuft of blonde hair remained above her clit. The lips were thick and juicy. I could see small rivulets of moisture dripping from her inner depths. This truly was a honey pot supreme. 

I gave the cleft between Cindy legs a long, slow lick. The tip of my tongue dipped inside of her well-spring, tasting the earthy flavor of her cunt. She trembled in response, but did not release James' cock from her mouth. I began to lick with greater fervor, running my tongue along Cindy's slit. Her juices flowed freely, running past her lips and down my chin. With every stroke, I gently bore down on her inflamed clit. I was insistent. This was the first time I had sampled Cindy's pretty pussy; if I did well enough I might get a second chance. 

Cindy went off in a matter of seconds. Her pussy pressed into my face as she tried to find the best point of friction for her sensitive clit. Grinding and rocking her hips, the heat of her loins overtook Cindy. My face was flooded with her tangy girl-cum. Liquid ran into my mouth and down my throat. Her legs buckled as she tried to stay standing. Her moans were muffled as she continued to work over James's cock. 

I stood up and took off my pants. I grabbed my cock in my fist; it was rock-hard and ready to bang. I moved behind Cindy and pulled her up straight. She was still buckling and trembling from the aftershocks of her cum. I knew that her pussy must be sensitive. So much the better, I thought. Sensitivity makes for a better, more intense fuck.

I shoved my cock inside of Cindy's tiny, pink hole. I think I caught her by surprise; I don't think she was ready for my dick. James's schlong fell from her mouth and she let out a loud yelp. "Oh fuck Professor, that fills me up so good." I pulled back and slammed into her again. She moaned, "Mmmmm.... Ohhhhhh.... Oh yes, fuck me from both ends." She took James's cock and rubbed it enthusiastically all over her face, coating her cheeks, forehead, and nose with a glossy sheen of saliva before popping the rod back into her mouth. 

Cindy was being double stuffed. She was used her arms to brace herself against the edge of the bed. James was lying back, leaning on his arms, so he could thrust his hips upward. Each time he fucked her face, I could hear a lewd gurgle in the back of Cindy's throat. 

Meanwhile, I was pounding her pussy from the rear. I felt the bones of my pelvis banging into the taut, firm cheeks of Cindy's ass. That delectable view of the upside-down heart could never grow old for me. There is something so gorgeous about my cock sliding into a woman from behind. It is a magic act; let's make the cock disappear!

The two other women were lying on the bed watching. Jessica, who was idly playing with Angela's nipple said, "Isn't that totally hot, the way she is taking them both? I am not sure if I have ever seen anything so sexy."

Angela leaned in and gave Jessica a kiss on the cheek and said, "I know. I get so turned on watching her suck James's cock. It feels so naughty. All I can think about is how his cock feels down my throat, and how she must be feeling."

"I, like, feel the same way about the Professor's cock," Jessica said as she giggled girlishly. "I love watching him fuck all of my friends. I can't wait until the party I am taking him to next week where I will watch him hump all of my sorority sisters. I can never get enough of watching him slide his cock into some girl's pussy. It's like, when he does it, I can feel him fucking me too."

Angela crawled between Jessica's legs. Wasting no time she dove into the sweet teen treat that had haunted my dreams. Then she set to work. Jessica moaned at the first contact of Angela's tongue. Jessica spread her legs wider and grabbed the older woman's dark hair. She tried to pull her in deeper, to draw that experienced tongue closer to her cunt. She craved the electric lashings against her clit. Angela was there to please; she wanted nothing more please and enjoy the tasty, blonde coed. 

Meanwhile, James and I were developing a rhythm. I had never double-teamed a woman with another guy before; the notion was very odd. We each slammed into her – one at a time – pushing her forward. From there, she was impaled on the opposite dick, driving her in the other direction. 

Neither of us was being gentle. We each were taking this opportunity to really fuck. Gagging and squelching sounds filled the room as James and I plundered Cindy's Southern roots. We fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her some more. My hands were on her hips, James's on her head, as we pushed her back and forth. She was our pleasure machine, a dirty, little belle to be used for our fucking purposes. 

But Cindy couldn't last. Another orgasm overtook her, as I felt her pussy walls flutter around my cock. She became limp, and was only able to stay upright because James and I held her up. 

"So hot...." Jessica said, almost in a whisper. I wasn't sure if she was talking about Cindy's orgasm or Angela's flickering tongue. No matter. I could hear the lust and desire dripping from her voice.

"Don't you guys dare cum." Angela said, lifting her head from Jessica's dripping pussy. "Now that Cindy is done, we need cock – big, hard, bulging, throbbing cock! We need our pussies filled. WE MUST BE POUNDED! Which of these men do you want, Jessica?"

I knew the answer Angela was looking for. But she also didn't wasn't to push or scare Jessica away. No pressure. Would Jessica rise to the challenge? 

"Your husband," Jessica said without batting an eye. She moved across the bed and pressed her firm, fleshy tits against James's back. She draped her arms over his shoulders and began rubbing his chest. Her voice was a wanton, lusty moan. "How long has it been since he has had a teenage cunt. Does he remember what it feels like to have a fresh snatch wrapped around his dick? I'm so young, so fresh – I will be clutching him, gripping him with those velvety pussy walls. Will you please let me fuck your husband?"

"Only if you let me fuck the Professor," Angela replied. "I got to taste his cock earlier, but I really want to know what it feels like buried inside of my cunt. I haven't had twenty-something cock inside of me for some time. Deal?"

"Deal."

I slid my cock from the sheath of Cindy's cunt and gently moved her over to the center of the bed. Her eyes were glassy; her head was filled with a haze of satiated lust. A goofy smile crossed her face as her hand fell limply to her cunt. 

Jessica and Angela each lay back on the bed spread-eagled. Angela said, a raging fire burning in her eyes, "Fuck me. I am wet and ready for you, Professor." She reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips wide. I could see the moisture of her cunt glistening in the dim light. It beckoned to me, calling my name. The siren's song of her snatch lit up my loins.

I stepped up to Angela and lined my dick up with her pussy. I slapped her clit a few times with my erect dick, causing her flail and grunt excitedly. I grabbed one of her feet and brought it to my mouth. I sucked on her toes letting my tongue swirl around her brightly painted, little piggies. My cock rested on the outside of her cunt. If I moved just right it would slide in.

I looked to my left. Cindy was still out of it; her eyes were exhausted slits. Jessica was also spread-eagle on the bed, but James was bending her legs way back. He was kneeling on the floor, and from the looks of things he had his tongue in her ass. Jessica moaned, "Ohhhhhh that feels so fucking good. I love your tongue in my tight teenage ass. Oh yes, lick it. Mmmmmmm."

Jessica was in good hands (tongue?) But I had a sexy, soccer mom to fuck. I slid my cock inside Angela's pussy. The movement was long, slow, and deep. She felt so smooth and oh so very velvety, wrapped around my shaft. I bottomed out inside of her tempting sugar walls in that single, smooth, glorious thrust. 

I felt her legs wrap around me, pushing on my ass, driving me further inside of her cunt. Her stocking encased legs felt silky smooth. I peered in the mirror to the side. We looked so nasty humping and rutting on the bed. My chest pressed against hers. Her erect nipples poked holes into my chest, as she pulled me as close to her as he could.

Angela reached up and grabbed my face between her hands. She looked at me and said, "Oh God that young cock feels so good inside my cunt. I want you to fuck me. Do you hear me? I want it."

I stared into Angela's eyes as the words poured out of her mouth. The intensity was electric. Entranced, I didn't answer with words. Sentences or syllables would not do the moment justice. The sensation was too animal, too primal. I am not sure what it was or how we got there, but I felt us crackle and melt into a singular connection – that amazing emotion when the fuck becomes transcendent. I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. Tongues explored the caverns of our being. Cock and pussy joined as we humped the shit out of each other. 

"Ohhhhh..... Mmmmmmn.... While that tongue feels so good up my ass, I need to feel your cock in my pussy. Your wife warmed me up so well with he tongue (naughty lady). She is soooooo good at that. Ohhhh, but I didn't get to cum. She stopped just before I got the chance. I need to cum with you in my cunt. You can have my ass later," Jessica moaned. Her pleas for sex called me back to my senses. What and odd situation! A husband and wife were fucking a college professor and his student. Jessica continued, "If your going to fuck me, just do it. Dammit! I need your cock. Put it in me please!" 

Jessica groaned as she was split apart by James's cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his body shake uncontrollably. The first thrust was wicked fast. The second was unmerciful. Sweat beaded on James's forehead, as the warmth of Jessica's loins spread through out his body. Pleasure washed over his face as he impaled himself in the tempting delights of Jessica's sweet, teenage pussy. 

James and I built up a rhythm. Our twin cocks – younger and older - slammed into two delicious and juicy blonde cunts. The squelching, slapping sounds of fucking filled the room. Our need pushed us forward. The two women moaned as they were rammed repeatedly. Angela and Jessica began to cum.

Angela yelled, "Ooh I am gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I 'm gonna cum all over that fucking dick... Right now... right now.. right now... ohhhhhh God.... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.... Do you feel it? I've cum on your fucking dick? I've just cum and you are still fucking me..." I didn't let up. My heart beating fast and furious in my chest, I kept pounding that fucking cunt. She felt so good....




Oral Exam Ch. 16



A new grunt: rougher, more guttural, tinged with pain. I looked to the side and saw James starting to work his cock into Jessica's ass. He was moving slow and tender, yet insistent. Jessica's face was marked by determination. Low and deep, Jessica groaned, "My ass... my ass.... Do it Daddy! Fuck my ass."

I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe that Jessica was asking to get ass-fucked by this older man. Her ass was relatively virginal. Could she take potentially rough anal sex? And she was calling him "Daddy?!" WTF! I guess that after tonight, nothing would be sacred. 

For another moment, I watched James impale Jessica's lovely bunghole. The sight was fucking hot! Jessica twisted and writhed as the James's rod speared her nether hole. She gasped and breathed, her eyes contorting in pain. I thought about stopping the encounter, but then I saw her relax. Jessica looked at me and smiled. I guess she could feel my gaze watching over her – even while I was fucking Angela. She breathed the words, "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me!" That was enough for me; my worries were abated. Consequentially, I turned my attention back to the soccer mom, blonde I was fucking.

"Fuck me, fucking hard...." Angela continued her lewd diatribe. Gasping and moaning she screamed, "Like an animal, that's how I WANT it. Pound me with that fucking dick. Mother fucker!!! Keep fucking me, like that.... Just like that. You can do this. All that fucking, just slam it. Oh my god... I'm gonna cum, oh mother fucker!!! Give me that dick, that dick... just right in there in that mother fucking pussy... fuck me, fuck my fucking brains out.... Like that. Grab that titty, oh fuck. I'm like a fucking rag doll – fuck that pussy, with that fucking hard cock. Fuck me like you fuck all those little girls, fuck me so hard! FUCK ME!!! Are you gonna cum? Yeah baby! Are you gonna cum?" 

I could only grunt, "Yes."

"Then do it." Angela implored me. "Fill my cunt, mother fucker!!! C'mon Professor, fill me with your jizz. I want to feel it.... I want it to run down my leg. Cum inside my pussy."

All sensation focused on my cock. It was if the entire universe came down to this point. Indescribable bliss consumed me. I felt a great unleashing, as spurt after spurt of cum shot from the tip of my dick. Her cunt took it all, catching rope upon rope of jizz. Her pink hole, her juicy honey pot, swallowed every drop.

As I collapsed on top of Angela, I could hear James cumming inside of Jessica's ass. It such a naughty thought, this middle-aged guy filling that eighteen-year old, college coed butt-hole with cum. This entire evening was pure taboo. James was old enough to be Jessica's Dad (she was calling him Daddy?!), and yet he was fucking her, and fucking her, and fucking her, until he came. And this was not a one-sided affair... I could tell by the ecstatic moans and the scratches on James's back that Jessica – that wonderful slut – had loved every cum-drenched minute.

I also knew that the evening was far over. Certainly we would collapse and fall asleep, but we would soon awake. From there we would pair off in new positions and combinations. Completely uninhibited, we would stroke, suck, lick, and fuck they night away – and probably the morning too.



Oral Exam Ch. 17



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (I still love the hyphen too much!!!) You showed me how to get a little more "hardcore." Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life is a continual inspiration. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first sixteen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

The clock was counting down: two minutes left. Only a few students remained: that smelly guy in the second row, the Goth girl who always wore a black hoodie, the non-descript brain who sat in the back. Then there was Shannon, and Jessica.

Today was final exam day. 

I had already turned in all of my papers and taken my only essay exam. Some of it was pretty good. The rest was good enough, hopefully, to get by. I had spent the last week (plus a couple of days) in study hibernation mode. I had locked myself in the library to avoid any interruptions. After the last library incident (Damn, I wanted to fuck Lori again), I had found a near-secret cubicle that was hidden beyond almost all conceivable detection. From there I went to work, trying to get done with the papers and research that stood between me and the end of the semester. 

No pussy for me; school had to come first. Jessica seemed to understand. She called me a couple of times, inviting me over to her dorm for some "fun." Her voice sounded so seductive. One time, I think I even heard another woman moaning in the background. There was no telling which of Jessica's playthings it was. I think I used every ounce of will I could muster when I told her no. I had to turn Jessica down; my grades depended on it. 

So it had been a sex-free week for me (alright, I admit I faltered once with fellow grad student Sarah late on Monday – it was after hours so it didn't count). When I turned in my last paper, earlier that morning, my mind was still awhirl with the concepts I had been trying to lock down. Pure thought had taken its toll on my psyche. My eyes were blurry from staring at dusty books of postmodern theory. I was abuzz from a week-long caffeine overload. My back ached from sitting hunched in front of a dull computer screen. Sleep (or at least good sleep) was an unknown luxury. 

But my graduate work was all done. The only thing left was administering the final for my speech class. Piece of cake.

I hadn't counted on Jessica and Shannon.

Most students dress for comfort on the day of the final exam. Sweatpants, t-shirts, and jeans were the rule. Clothes should be loose, so that they don't feel uncomfortable or cumbersome in the midst of a terror exam. The early hour of the exam I was administering exacerbated this trend. Finals are a recipe for deliberate un-sexiness, especially when blustery Midwestern winter weather is added to the mix.    

Jessica and Shannon had bucked all trends. I was a little surprised to even see them show up at the final at all. Why bother? They had fucked and sucked their way to 'A's a long time ago. Showing up was pointless. 

But they wanted to tease. Shannon was dressed up as a school girl. She wore black high heel shoes and thin white ankle socks. Her plaid skirt was cut way too short to be considered decent. The top was a white dress shirt with just enough buttons fastened to still be legal. A loose, black tie hung around her neck, pressing the shirt between her apple-sized tits. I could clearly see the perky bounce of her breasts and her flat, teen navel. Shannon completed the look with black, horn-rimmed glasses (completely with sparklies) and her bobbed hair. She was a very cute, studious slut.

Jessica was a baby doll dream. She had on a one-piece dress that looked like it came straight out of Frederick's of Hollywood. Jessica's tan skin was a delicious and startling contrast against the smooth, white material. Her shoulders were bare except for two thin, white straps holding the fabric up. I was transported to a vision; I could feel myself holding her, kissing, and nibbling, and biting that slender neck. A small reddened patch of skin on her collar bone drove me wild with lust. I wondered which of her girl-toys had given her that hickey. What naughty games had they played together? The bikini-like top accentuated Jessica's incredible curves. Her luscious, teen breasts practically exploded out of the fabric's embrace. The dress tapered at her waist and then flared out again. Her womanly hips and shapely ass were on perfect display. The free-flowing fabric made a sexy swish when she walked and did nothing to hide her prodigious assets. She completed the look with white leather boots that zipped up the side. Their sleek and shiny surface screamed, "Fuck me! I'm a slut!" Jessica's hair was done up in two twin pigtails. She looked like the Swiss Miss maid gone very naughty.

About fifteen minutes into the exam Jessica unwrapped a cherry Blow Pop and began to suck. Shannon saw what she was doing. Her eyes lit up and she played copy-cat with her pen. I wasn't sure if I should stop Jessica. What are the rules on licking lollipops during a final exam? In the end, I let the ladies keep sucking. It was comical and arousing at the same time to watch these two attractive women fellate objects while "taking their finals."

A few minutes later, Shannon dropped her pen. She made quite a show of picking it up. She bent over just far enough to give me a spectacular view of her cleavage before straightening back up. She then flashed me a winning smile before scribbling something on her paper.

I also learned Shannon wasn't wearing any underwear. Jessica, on the other hand, wore fire engine light, pink panties. How did I get this information? Both women flashed me repeatedly, making sure that I got a look at the goodies between their legs. Shannon even rubbed the capped end of her pen along the lips of her pussy and dipped it inside of her box. After sliding it in part way, she pulled pen out of her cunt and stuck it back in her mouth. I bet it was a tasty treat.

I am not sure if the other students noticed Jessica and Shannon's final exam antics. I know that the guy sitting on Jessica's right squirmed a lot. I think I saw him trying to peek down Jessica's dress, out of the corner of his eye. I think I also saw a female student shaking her head and scowling. No matter; worst case scenario a few people get irritated while several others race home to wank off.

I sat and stewed as I watched the tease. Jessica and Shannon showed no mercy. I couldn't leave or touch myself. I placed my hands palm down on my desk; I was afraid that if I moved them I wouldn't be able to help myself. Masturbation – even in class - would become inevitable. 

I could only sit, and fester, and watch, and think about their incredible teenage bodies. My mind wandered and I daydreamed. I could practically feel their proud, teenage breasts in my hands. I traced soft, supple skin under my fingertips. Their nipples were hard and sensitive to my touch. Those pussies tasted so delightful squirming on the tip of my tongue. It felt so good to fuck those sluts, to pound those sweet, coed cunts. And the treasure of fresh, teenage ass.... 

Alas, I was powerless. I could not act. I could only sit, and sit, and sit some more as Shannon and Jessica played out their mischievous game.

Time was up, "I hope you guys are all done," I said. "Pack up your stuff and drop your exams in the pile on my desk. It has been fun. Thanks for a great semester."

The remaining students groaned in exhaustion. They massaged their aching hands and muttered epithets under their breath. Shannon and Jessica sauntered up to the front, seductively cool, and deposited the blue books onto my desk. In the unison they curtsied and said, "Thank you Professor." My blood boiled; my cock twitched. Shannon and Jessica gathered their things and left the room. 

*****

Later, in my office, I looked at the Jessica and Shannon's blue books. Shannon had mainly doodled; nothing interesting there. 

Jessica, however, had tried to answer my exam in as many obscene ways as possible. Each of her answers said something like, "I licked Shannon's cunt last night," "I want to gulp down your creamy cum," "My pussy is so fucking wet right now," or "I am your nasty, dirty grade-slut, Professor." I chuckled as I turned each ribald page of her blue book. One of Jessica's answers even described non-verbal communication as, "What we do when we fuck. You communicate non-verbally with me every time you slide your tasty, Professor cock in and out of my aching pussy." I shook my head in disbelief. Oh Jessica! 

At the end of the book Jessica wrote in loopy, cursive script, "I am looking forward to having you and then sharing you with all of my sorority sisters. You want to fuck them all, don't you? Imagine lots of new pussies on your cock. I bet it would feel really good. Remember, the party is two days from now, on Saturday night. Your costume will be arriving at your apartment that morning. All of my finals are done. This evening I am having a girl's night with all of my sisters. I think you know what that means. (She drew a smiley face here). Try not to masturbate too much thinking about what we did at the exam. We were very naughty, weren't we? Shannon and I were bad, little sluts. Do you think we need to be punished? Spanked? Fucked? Make sure you save us some of that delicious baby juice, Professor. I want to gulp it down straight from the source. Kisses."

I grinned. Ahhhh, Jessica you teasing minx! You got me so horny and then left me to my own devices. Masturbation, eh? Not if I could help it. I still had other options. I still knew other women.

*****

Shannon and Jessica's torment had driven me over the edge. My horny frustration had reached a terminal capacity. I needed sex. I had to feel that warmth, that wetness, on my throbbing, over-eager cock. I couldn't think; I couldn't focus. I was a walking erection. I needed to fuck. Sure, I could masturbate, but those strokes would be empty. Female flesh was what I craved. Anything less would fail to clear the all-consuming, sexual haze that had descended upon me.

It was around lunchtime when I found myself wandering around the local mall. This plan had to work. I knew where I was headed, but I took my time getting there. Perhaps taking time would calm me down. Relax! Women could smell desperation. It leaks from our pores like dog shit. I strolled around, casually looking in shop windows contemplating a few worthless "necessities." I tried to keep my heart at a casual tup-tup. No need to excited. Letting my mind race unhindered would only fuck up my cool.

After eating a pretzel (those mall-bought pretzels are so tasty!) and wandering aimlessly for over an hour, I decided that I needed to stop teasing myself. I was Zen enough; I needed to make my play. Would she be there? Would she be busy? Would she be ready and willing to fuck?

I strolled confidently into the clothing store to see if Taryn was working. A wave of angry, screeching metal music hit me as I walked through the entrance-way. The place looked empty; I couldn't see anyone working at the moment. I walked over to a rack of shirts and began to browse.

"You don't look like the type." 

I turned around to see a delectable package of alternative femininity smirking at me. The woman before me was young, in her late teens or early twenties. She was pretty tall, probably 5'8," and very thin. She had a pale complexion peppered with freckles. Too much make-up was dabbed onto the skin, probably in an attempt to hide what she believed to be blemishes. A thick layer of eyeliner was caked on, drawing attention to her piercing violet eyes and porcelain skin. She wore a long, black, swirly skirt and Doc Martin boots. A retro, Dead Kennedy's t-shirt covered her small 'A' cup boobs. The fabric was cropped to display a muscular, flat stomach. I think I could also see a teasing piece of jewelry dangling from her left nipple. The woman had a Celtic knot tattoo on her neck, a stud in her nostril, and twin rings in her lip and eyebrow. Her long hair was dark brown with wool synthetic dreadlocks. 

I was immediately attracted to this woman. I had never been with anyone that looked like her or had quite the same edge. Her piercings and tattoo only sharpened her innate beauty. She stood confidently with a stance replete with self-awareness. Most of all, despite an obvious attempt at angry fashion posturing, she seemed comfortable in her skin. Nothing could be sexier.

"No I don't think I do," I replied. "But I am really here looking for Taryn. Is she working today?"

The woman (I noticed she wore a name tag with the name Roxy) shifted on her hips, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Sure she's here today. She's in the back doing some sorting. Do you want me to go get her? Or give her a message?"

"Well just let her know that... ummmm, the Professor would like to talk to her."

"Really?!" she said, her voice drawing out the word in a question. "The Professor? I think I have heard about you. All about you...." She squinted as her violet eyes seemed to focus. Roxy looked me up and down, doing an obvious appraisal. Her eyes landed on my crotch. I could feel myself being judged right there. A slight smirk formed at the corner of her mouth. "Very nice. I'll go let Taryn know. I think she'll be happy to see you."

She turned and went to the back of the store. My eyes lingered on her ass as she strode away. Her gait was long and smooth. While there wasn't much junk in her trunk, there was definitely enough to hold onto. I was sure I could get a good grip, if given the opportunity. My thoughts drifted to the gutter. I thought for a moment what it would be like to hold her against me, to feel the soft fabric of her skirt against my hardening cock. What would it feel like to slowly raise that skirt upwards and then hold my cock against the smooth skin of her ass? Just a twitch and a jab, then paradise!

A minute or two later I saw Roxy again, this time with Taryn eagerly following at her heels. A big smile was beaming across her face as she approached. Taryn was wearing a pleated jean skirt and a solid red, halter top. A black, fishnet tunic, making her seem just a little naughty, covered the halter. Taryn had on red Converse sneakers and white ankle socks. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had streaked her hair with blonde highlights, since the last time I had seen her. I marveled at Taryn's lithe, athletic body, her rippling muscles and supple skin. One word and she could spring, like a tigress, into action. 

"Professor, it is good to see you," Taryn said as she leaned in to give me a friendly, but lingering, hug. Her warm embrace felt fantastic. The arousal I had been feeling since the final exam flared up anew. Taryn's tits pushed into my chest, while her hand gently rubbed my back. "It has been a couple of weeks. What a way to treat a girl? I was wondering if I would see you again."

"Yeah, great catch," Roxy chimed in, her voice dripping with sardonic attitude. "Guys, they're all bitches. You should know that, Taryn."

I didn't know how to react to react to Roxy, so I apologized. "Sorry about that. Time got away from me," I said as Taryn and I disengaged. I would have loved to hold her longer, but Roxy was still standing there looking on. A slightly askew smile crossed her face as she watched our conversation. "The end of the semester is pretty crazy. I had lots of assignments. The in-class essay test I took on Tuesday kicked my ass pretty hard. And I still have to grade some final exams."

"Liar," Taryn said, punching me playfully on the arm. She winked at me, letting me know everything was ok. "You say it is finals, but I bet it's What's-Her-Name that was keeping you busy."

"Ummm.... Jessica?"

"Yeah her," Taryn said, grinning. "No biggie. If it hadn't been for Jessica we would have never met. I believe she made a lot of noise that kept me up. And I'm not exactly innocent. I've played around with you and I still have a boyfriend. I think you met him?"

I fondly remembered the moment when Taryn was guzzling my cum while I talked to her boyfriend. Her naked form had been hidden from view by a store counter. The memory was pretty exciting, but also a little scary. If he had leaned over, we would have been caught. Taryn's boyfriend was a big dude; I wouldn't want to mess with him in a fair fight. "Yup, we met," I said.

"Cool. So Professor, I have to finish inventory in the back, before the boss gets here later this afternoon. There some boxes back there that need to be opened up. Would you like to join me in the back?"

Roxy snorted sarcastically before I could respond. "C'mon Taryn," she said. "We all know what's going to happen. The Professor walks in and you get all hot. You guys are going to go into the back, you'll find a nice comfortable spot, and then you will fuck like bunnies. There is no need to speak in code. You haven't shut up about how he fucked you over the store counter since he cracked you open a couple of weeks ago. Quite frankly, I hope he takes you in the back room and rodgers you good. Maybe that way I will get a new fuckin' story. The old one is getting boring." 

Taryn giggled as I looked on surprised. She turned and took my hand between her palms, before saying, "Well now that Little Miss Blunt has put everything out in the open, I can ask if you would like to go in the back room and fuck like bunnies?"

"Absolutely," I replied.

"Then follow me," Taryn said leading me by the hand

"Have fun. I'll just stay out here and do my job while you go bang each other silly," Roxy yelled after us.

My plan worked. I couldn't help but grinning. Life could certainly be amusing.

*****

"Oh fuck... That feels good.... Yeah, eat my pussy..." Taryn moaned softly. I brushed my tongue against her pussy lips, tasting the sticky-sweet nectar between her legs. The unmistakable texture of her cunt felt so good against my mouth. I breathed a deep sigh. This is where I wanted to be. I loved cunt; I couldn't get enough. Taryn's snatch was so special, so good, so tasty, and so wet. I could lick it all day and well into the night. 

Taryn was resting on a large card board box filled with designer shirts. Her denim skirt was hiked up around her waist, while her panties dangled loosely from one foot. I knelt on the floor in front of her, a pair of jeans under my knees. My hands were cupping her tight, teenage ass pulling her cooter closer to my mouth. Her thighs pressed against my ears and her legs were draped over my shoulders.   

As soon as we got into the store room Taryn and I fell together in a feverish kiss. Our mouths danced a wet and lascivious tango. Our desire was scalding; our passion burned. Surprisingly, Taryn was as horny as I. Her lust could not be contained. We moved about the back room blindly, spinning round and round, madly kissing and groping. 

We bumped from box to box trying to find a surface where we could begin our congress. The card board box on which Taryn was now resting had simply broken our fall. We had tumbled onto the box in a flailing mass of limbs, and from there I had continued my descent onto the floor. I was inspired. The vision before me of Taryn, legs akimbo, was all I needed. I decided that it was pussy eating time.

Up and down my tongue went, taking long slow licks from the base of her slit to the top of her clit. With each lick I dipped gently inside of her pussy, tasting her flavor on the tip of my tongue. I moved slow; I wanted to savor. Taryn was delightful. So fresh, so good – a gourmet pussy delight. 




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"Get it nice and wet.... Spit on it. I can feel it. Oh yeah, lick my little pussy. That finger... inside.... Oh fuck, yeah.... Make me cum, oh yeah.... Oohhhhhhhhhhh..." Taryn gasped, breathlessly.

I could hear her moan as the first cum came on. Taryn shook and clapped her hand over her mouth. Her head shook back and forth in uncontrolled lust. Taryn's other hand pressed on the back of my hair, nudging me closer to her cunt. Her hips rocked up and down in a fucking motion, as I tried my best to center my tongue on her clit. My finger inside of her cunt was soaked with cum-juice. I held on and pushed through the "O." Taryn and I weren't done – not by a long shot.

I wanted to eat pussy – big time. I settled in for the long haul. Taryn was going to scale the peaks of multiple orgasms if I had my way. Up and down, round and round, my tongue flicked and swirled, dipped and licked. I was a madman for cunt. I wanted to feel her dance on my face. Her pussy was my partner. I needed to hear her scream and beg for release over and over again.

Taryn screamed, "Oh Professor... mmmmmnn that feels so good.... Oh my God, that's right.... Yeah, that's it, eat it, eat it, eat my FUCKING CUNT!!!!" I wondered if this was as loud as Taryn could get. I also wondered if there were any customers out in the store. Could they hear? I smiled at the thought and kept on licking.

Taryn roared through orgasm after orgasm. Tremor after tremor seized control of her body. My face was flooded, as was my shirt. Taryn's juices drooled down my chin as I worked her delicious clit to a deafening climax. Aromatic traces of Taryn's arousal filled the air. I felt like I was ensconced in cunt; nothing could be more delicious or sexy. 

I kept on licking and slurping on Taryn's tasty twat. She was no longer coherent. A garbled, meaningless babble of sounds and syllables exploded from her mouth. Taryn's voice was a gushing torrent. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she was consumed in the daydream of her cunt. 

Without warning Taryn's back arched. Her legs locked and went ridged. She pressed down on my head, grinding my face tightly against the slippery, wet folds of her skin. Taryn's voice, lost its timber and instead became a desperate muted gasp. Her only sound was a low ghostly moan. 

And in the next instant she was pushing me away - too many nerve endings, too much sensitivity. Her cunt was flooded with sensation, rich and pure. Everything was molten liquid, a rapturous symphonic bliss. 

Taryn lay panting for a long moment; the final orgasm had been hard and deep. Energy had been sapped from her body, drawn out wthrough her cunt. Taryn looked down at me, a loopy smile on her lips, and still panting said, "Fuck... Wow, that was amazing. I have never cum like that... It felt like there were a thousand little explosions going off inside of me, one right the other. And then every orgasm became this one colossal sensation and I couldn't get enough of your tongue. Mmmmmmmnnn...."  

"My treat," I said. "It was pretty good for me too. You have a very tasty pussy."

Taryn giggled, "Don't make me blush, Professor. Wow! That was just incredible. Such great head deserves a return in kind. I have a blowjob to give. Take off your fucking pants."

"You don't have to do anything...."

"Oh, be quiet," Taryn interjected, almost sounding like a school teacher. "Don't lie to me, Professor. You want your cock sucked, and I know it. You didn't track me down at the mall just so you could eat my pussy, no matter how much you may enjoy it. Professor you wanted to get your nut off. That's why you came. So just drop your drawers, stick your cock in my face, and enjoy what I am about to give you. Besides anybody who does such a good job downstairs deserves a little loving'," Taryn said with a smirk. 

"Well, if you insist...."

"I do."

"Then get on your knees and suck my cock." I said with a snarl.

"Naughty boy," Taryn said as she slid off of the cunt-stained cardboard box. She fell to her knees and I undid my belt. I tugged the leather strap free, opened my fly, and slid my pants down to my ankles. Taryn looked tired but eager. The cum had taken a lot out of her, but she still wanted to please. 

Taryn's wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft. A wave of hot breath crashed against my sensitive skin. I felt a touch, a tickle, as her quicksilver tongue circled around the head of my dick.

Taryn smiled up me as she licked the end of my dick. She batted her eyes coyly and I was entranced. I fell under her spell. Taryn's tongue was liquid magic, a never ending wicked swirl. Round and round she went, tempting and tantalizing – but never giving more than a whiff of satisfaction. I felt excruciating pleasure every time her tongue rubbed the sensitive gland at the base of the head. I wanted to throw my head back and moan, but I couldn't look away. Taryn was too gorgeous; watching her suck my dick was incredible.

"Suck it and stroke it at the same time," I ordered her. "Lick it like you love it. Oh fuck, that feels good. You are a great cocksucker. Make it shine. Do you like sucking my cock?"

"Of course I do," Taryn replied, removing my dick from her mouth with a pop. "Professor, this is just what I needed."

Taryn planted a sloppy wet kiss (complete with sucking sound) on the end of my cock. I could see a devilish glint in her eye when she asked, "What did you think of the girl in the store?"

Confusion set in. Taryn was sucking my dick and asking me about another woman? Taryn didn't seem like the jealous type (she knew I was fucking Jessica) and the tone in her voice didn't sound threatening. Was she playing around? The only way to find out would be to hit the issue head on. "She was nice looking," I said, "but not as cute as you."

Taryn smiled and bobbed her head a few times on my dong. For the first time this evening, I felt her warm mouth encasing my cock. It was so good to be wrapped in that luxurious sensation. The pleasure made me reel. She then said, with my rod between her lips, "What a diplomat! You only say that because I have your dick in my mouth." Her voice was deliciously muffled by my slab of meat. 

"Maybe.... Ohhh, yeah suck it," I said, between slurps, "She is hot. That make-up and piercings looked really good on her."

"You like? Do you like a dirty girl?

"Yes." Fuck, Taryn was a terrific cocksucker.

"I'll have to remember that. Roxy's a bad girl, you know, a naughty slut."

"Really?" I could feel myself losing control of my body. Taryn was giving me an amazing blowjob. Talking about her co-worker only made it hotter. 

"Yes, she is," Taryn said as she popped one of my balls in her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, slathering it with spit. Her tongue circled deliciously around my hairy nuts. "She's watching out for me this time, but I've covered for her in the backroom before. I remember pressing my ear against the door and listening to her get fucked. She's a screamer you know."

"That is fascinating," I said, because it really was. I knew it sounded dumb, but I couldn't think of anything more intelligent to say. Taryn was working me over too well. She popped one ball out of her mouth and switched to the other one. She bit down lightly, a tease, on the soft skin of my nut sack. Then I felt that swirling tongue again.

"She also giggles when she cums. It is very sexy," Taryn said as she moved back to my shaft, licking it up and down in a sloppy mess. Spit began to dribble down her chin and from my cock. In a lewd display, she slurped loudly taking a long string of spittle back into her mouth. Her hand was cupping my balls, massaging them gently. 

Then her head began to bob. Fast and furious, this was not a tease. This was the real thing; this was true sex in oral form. Taryn was using her face like a cunt, taking me in long and deep. I would hit the back of her throat, and then I would feel the gag. A strange guttural sound would burble up from her throat – and then she would repeat the process, over and over again. The sensation grew and I felt the end was immanent.

Taryn popped her head off of my cock. She wrapped her hand around my shaft again and began to softly stroke. She wasn't aiming for my nut, but rather was simply doing maintenance work. Taryn said, "I remember peeking in the door and seeing her over there. She was standing up, bracing herself against the wall with her arms. Roxy was standing in front of that mirror watching her self as she was being drilled from behind by some guy. I had never seen him before. I am not sure how they knew each other, but they were fucking like their lives depended on it. It was so hot. To this day, I am not sure if she knew I was there. Roxy might have been able to see me in the mirror."

Taryn paused for a moment, before asking, "Would you like to fuck her?" I felt her staring at me intently. The tension was palpable.

"Yes," I said. I couldn't lie.

"Good." Taryn said, winking at me. "Are you close to cumming?"

"I'm not very far," I gasped.

"Well then you better hurry up and fuck me." Taryn said, "I wouldn't want to miss out. That would make me sad."

I chuckled. "I wouldn't want you to be sad. Let's fuck."

Taryn released my cock. I watched as her athletic body stood up with cat-like grace. She was so tall and lean, with legs that lasted for days. I took Taryn in as she moved across the room. She stood in front of the mirror and placed her hands, palm-flat, against the wall. Her back was arched and her round; her muscular ass was in the perfect pole position. 

"You ready to feel this pussy? C'mon, Professor fuck me," Taryn moaned, as she wiggled her butt seductively. "Just slide in. Put that big cock in there. I want to feel you in my cunt. It's nice and wet and waiting. I have missed you. I have missed feeling you inside me.

I stepped behind her, leaving my pants in a puddle by the cardboard box. I pulled up Taryn's denim skirt and placed my hands on her hips. There was no need for any more fore-play. My cock was rock-hard; her cunt was a juicy swamp. With a single smooth thrust, I was buried inside of Taryn to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, your pussy is so nice," I blurted out. I couldn't help myself. The first wave of sensation crashed over me. That first stab into a wet and ready cunt is a wonderful thing, perhaps the most wonderful of all things. I savored for a moment, but then backed up for the next thrust. I speared Taryn again, impaling her on my throbbing, hard rod. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, I love the way you fuck my pussy. Right there. It feels really good," Taryn wailed. "Fuck that little pussy. Keep going. Don't stop. Slap my ass!!! Again! Oh fuck, you don't mess around!!! Make those balls slap my clit. Harder! Harder!! I love your balls against my fucking pussy. Give it to me; give it to my pussy! Ohhhhhhh, yeah that's right. God, that's so good. Oh, fuck me!!!!" 

"Oh yeah, fucking you is so good," I moaned. The feelings of every sensation drove me crazy. I grabbed her long, brown ponytail and held on tight. I pulled it taut and used it to give my fuck extra leverage. I was driving into her, brutally pounding her cunt. My balls hit against her pussy with every thrust. Skin hit skin, slapping in thick, wet sounds. "You, ohhhhh... had me so worked up... with that... ummmm.... blowjob.... I know I won't last long."

"Then don't," Taryn said, her voice a seductive and soothing balm. "That feels really good, but I want you to cum. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel you spurting inside my cunt, drenching my insides. I want your creamy cum to run down my leg. I want to feel it squishing inside of me while I work. Fucking cum for me. Do it, Professor! Cum inside my cunt!"

As Taryn was talking I watched her face in the mirror. Since I was tugging her hair, her head was pulled back and upright. She was flush with exertion. A single bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Her face was a contortion, a grimace of sex. I was standing over her, behind her panting with exertion. This was an image of a fuck from the waist up.  

Taryn noticed my gaze in the mirror. She locked her brown eyes on mine, staring at me intently. I felt her bear down on me. The intensity of the moment crackled between us. Energy, pure and sexual, rippled between us as our bodies smacked together in time. A single word formed on Taryn's teenage lips. It was soft, muted, barely a whisper. But I could see it in the mirror. I knew it intimately. That word - that single sentiment - pushed me over the edge.

"Cum."

I pulled on Taryn's hair, drawing her closer to me. Our bodies touched as I rammed my cock into her for a final time. That juicy, pink hole took my entire length. I felt shot after blissful shot of jizz explode from the end of my cock. My knees went weak. I trembled and buckled, but not quite falling. I held Taryn tight, an arm wrapped around her chest. My lips found her neck in a desperate need for a final connection. 

I held Taryn, trying to draw her into me. My body was shaking. My breath was a pant. That orgasm was huge. The need had been building for so long. First the tease of the final then the pussy eating and blowjob, my mind was had been swimming in sex for much of the day.

I heard a noise behind me. Sharp, a crack. Then again. And again. I twisted my head, holding Taryn, my cock still plugging her hole.

Roxy was standing by the door to the backroom clapping. I could see her nipples were hard with excitement and poking through her t-shirt. She saw us turn and smiled. Totally cool and relaxed, she said, "Very nice. I enjoyed that last bit. I only wish I had come in a little earlier. I could hear you guys fucking loud and clear through the door out in the store. If a customer had come in I would have had to tell you guys to quiet down." Roxy chuckled to herself. She seemed very amused that we had gotten vocal with our sexual activities.

"Yeah, you just wanted to watch, you slut," Taryn retorted. It felt very odd to be listening to this conversation while my cock was still embedded in Taryn's cunt.

"Don't you wish," Roxy continued, with a snort, "I didn't come in here to spy on you guys. Actually Taryn, the boss just called. She said she would be here in about twenty minutes, so you guys might want to finish up. Just make sure you both clean up properly. You wouldn't want to leave the place a fucking mess. Spray some of that Lysol around. It smells like pussy in here." Roxy grinned a moment at her pun. "In case I don't get a chance to talk to you again, it was very nice meeting you, Professor." And then Roxy was gone.

Taryn and I disengaged. We stood for a moment collecting our breath. Then Taryn fell to her knees and slurped down my cock for a final time. She took it to the back her throat and then licked all along the shaft and balls. "Like she said, I wouldn't want to leave this a mess," Taryn giggled. "And we do taste pretty good."

Taryn licked me contentedly for another moment. "So sweet," she said, licking up the juice. Then looking up at me, my cock in her hands, she asked, "Still want to fuck Roxy?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure."

"There's one thing you should know, a secret. Think you can handle it Professor?" 

"I think so."

"Are you sure?" Taryn punctuated her question by playfully tonguing the pee-hole at the end of my dick. 

I gasped and then nodded an affirmative. "Yes," I said.

"You will have to come by the store more often."

"Agreed."

Taryn grinned. A wide and toothy smile lit up her face. She was practically beaming up at me. Then she spoke.

"Roxy's my sister. My twin."



Oral Exam Ch. 18



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (despite the fact that I think Ugg boots and sorority posers are hot). You showed me how to get a little more "hardcore." Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life is a continual inspiration. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first seventeen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy. 

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Rapp, rapp, rapp.

I was shaken from my sleep by three sharp knocks at my front door. I had been tossing and turning for the last couple of hours. Just when I was finally drifting off someone decided to wake me. Bastard. Screw them! I pulled my blankets over my head and tried to power my way back to dreamland.

Rapp, rapp, rapp.

Dammit! Whoever was pounding on my door wasn't going away! I yelled, "Hold on!" despite really hoping that the mystery knocker would just fuck off. The electric red numbers of my alarm clock told me that it was 2:17 a.m. While, I was usually up at this obnoxious hour, I had gone to bed fairly early. I was still recovering from the hell of finals week. I think I had only been running on will and Mountain Dew. Sleep was so good. I threw back my covers, pulled on a shirt, and stumbled to the living room in my boxers.

My brain hadn't done enough work yet to figure out who had woken me from my slumber. Jessica? Nah, she was busy with her girlfriends and she always called first. Sarah had already left town. I couldn't think of anyone else I knew who would just drop by, especially at this late hour. Maybe it was the police? Had I illegally parked? Could something be wrong?

I put these thoughts aside and just concentrated on crossing the room. I was too clogged up by sleep to really give a shit anyway. I opened my door and rubbed my eyes. It took a moment to focus; then my jaw dropped. On the other side, standing in the hallway outside my apartment, were Taryn and Roxy. They were both clutching themselves, a little rosy from the cold. Taryn smiled sand said, "Hello Professor. I know it is late. I hope we didn't wake you. Can we come in?" She batted her eyelashes at me and my sleepy heart just melted.

These two ladies were the last two people I would have expected to find on my doorstep. I had known Taryn for a couple months now. Ever since she gave me a "helping hand" in the restroom of a girl's dormitory, we had been fuck buddies. She had blown me in my grad student office and I had fucked her over the check-out counter where she worked. 

I met Roxy the day before when I showed up to see if Taryn was down for another booty call. I felt a heat, a charisma, when I met Roxy at the clothing store. I was immediately smitten; while very attractive, there was something about this new woman. Her tattoos, piercings, and cyber-dreads gave her a definite edge. To me Roxy was exotic, a potential lover the likes of which I had never known before. Would she tear me up? Would she be as fierce in bed as I hoped? 

Taryn and I had talked about Roxy while fucking in the back of the store where they both worked. We were screwing with passionate and unmitigated volume, and I am sure that Roxy could hear us with crystal clarity. Hell, Roxy, as Taryn pointed out later, probably had her ear pressed to the store room door. 

While blowing me, Taryn asked, point blank, if I would want to fuck Roxy. I could only answer yes. A little later, Roxy had walked in on Taryn and me when we were furiously humping at the brink of orgasm. She watched as I shot my spunk inside of Taryn. While Roxy didn't rip off her clothes and join in, I could tell that she was excited by the visual. That excitement was a fucking shot to my heart. After Roxy left us alone to clean up our mess, Taryn told me that they were sisters, fraternal twins in fact. Fucking amazing! Taryn's words kept coming back to me. I couldn't get all those questions Taryn asked me out of my head. What was Taryn really saying? My mind started turning then, and never stopped….

"Ummm, yeah. Wow, ladies," I said, trying to get a handle on the situation. I rubbed my hand through my hair and scratched my head. The physical sensation helped to shake off the sleep. "Sure you guys can come inside," I said, standing aside to let them in. I could feel the bite of the winter air as I held open the door. The two women filed passed, shaking off a thin coating of snow. Still bleary eyed from sleep, I closed the door behind them. 

Taryn was wearing a heavy red parka and tight blue jeans. The pants, which looked like they could have been spray painted on, showed off her long, gorgeous legs. For a moment, I remembered how they felt wrapped around my head as I was feasting on the delightful pussy in the middle. Taryn unzipped the parka and revealed a sky blue halter with an "Invader Zim" logo emblazoned on the front. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her youthful, perky tits hung on her thin frame without the slightest hint of sag. Taryn completed the outfit with navy, high-top Converse sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into two pigtail braids that would be perfect to tug, given the proper situation.

Roxy sported a much harder look. She seemed like a woman who lived for the night. I totally dug her nose stud, eyebrow piercing, and lip ring. Her thick coating of dark eyeliner, accented her pale skin. Roxy had been wearing an old, baggy, olive army jacket, which she took off as soon as she entered the door. Underneath, was an outfit that made me instantly spring a hard-on. 

My eyes fells to floor and I let them pan upward, slowly taking in every inch of Roxy. She was wearing black combat boots that accentuated the toned muscles in her calves. Horizontally striped black and green stockings encased her perfect legs up to mid-thigh. I could see a couple inches of smooth, alabaster skin before a black, pleated micro-skirt with white trim took over. Roxy was wearing an unzipped hoodie over a black leather corset that stitched and tied up the front. The top began just above her belly button, giving me an unrestricted view of her tight, toned stomach. The front of the corset was scooped, offering me a potently, seductive view. Roxy's small breasts were pushed up deliciously by the wonders of leather engineering. Around her neck was a thin black choker that emphasized and slightly covered a Celtic knot tattoo. Dark brown hair, with neon, synthetic dreads fell loosely to her shoulders. In the aggregate, Roxy was a sinner's dark wet dream, a deeply fuck-worthy wench of the night.

The two women stood just inside my living room. Taryn, who was grinning broadly as if she was the key player in some inside joke, stood up straight with her hands on her hips. Roxy, who seemed a little dour or perhaps bitter, had her right leg slightly to the side, her slender waist cocked in a jaunty calm. While their clothing styles varied (one preppy, the other Goth-esque), I could identify a family resemblance. Beneath the exterior, I could see that they were fraternal twins. Sure there were some differences. Taryn had bigger tits but a flatter ass. Roxy's skin was peppered with adorable freckles. I think she also had an extra inch on Taryn (though it could have been the shoes). But in the end, both sisters were tall, thin, brown-haired beauties. Their athleticism seemed to be a family habit. They also shared a confidence, an I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck attitude that was ultra-sexy. Taryn and Roxy seemed comfortable in their own skins, perhaps the most attractive trait for any woman to possess. 

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and cracked my neck. "What time is it? I am not used to entertaining guests so late."

Taryn quickly retorted, "That's not what I remember. As I recall you kept those two sluts in my dorm entertained all night. None of us got any sleep."

I squinted; these ladies had energy. "But I was the guest. Shannon and Jessica were entertaining me," I said with a smile.

"True," Taryn said, laughing. "Sometimes Professor, you are way too dirty for your own good." 

"Oh?" I replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Is that why you felt the need to clean me up?"

Taryn blushed.

I had a pretty good idea where this conversation was headed. A couple of months ago I would have never dreamed of seeing two ladies, at my door in the middle of the night dressed up for sin, fun, and debauchery. Jessica had changed all that. Now, such occurrences, were no longer oddities. I could deal with them; they were almost commonplace. I asked, hoping that I was somewhat smooth, "What can I do for you ladies?" I said.

Taryn looked at Roxy, grinning mischievously. Roxy shook her head and rolled her eyes. Taryn then looked back at me and said, "Professor, we were hoping you could help us settle a debt?"

My face fell. "Ummm, I'm not sure…" I said my voice trailing off. Shit, I did not want to get involved in money issues. A grade was one thing; money was quite another. The conversation seemed to be going down a bad path.

Roxy interjected with a shoulder shrug and a sigh, "I am not dressed like this for my personal amusement. It is fucking cold out there. You might want to listen up. I don't think you will have a problem with this."

I looked at the women for a moment. Taryn seemed overly eager, like a puppy wanting to play. Roxy was trying hard – maybe too hard – to put on attitude. I could see that something was brewing. I nodded. "Go on," I said.

"Sis here, and I, made a wager. She lost. And she is here to settle her debt," Taryn said smugly.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked. "Why are you guys here?"

"Well I am the ride and moral support," Taryn said.

Looking at Roxy, I said, "And you?"

Roxy stared back at me, locking eyes. Her face was void of expression. She held my gaze for a long moment, studying my reaction. And then she spoke, enunciating each word with a clear and hard precision. 

"I am a slut."

Roxy moved up to close, threw her arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into a kiss. I was startled. Where had that come from? Her lips were warm and tender. I could feel their wet heat press against me as their connection coursed in my veins. The metal of her lip ring lightly scraped my mouth. Her hands were on the back of my head, stroking my hair. I surrendered to her kiss. Any questions I might have had a moment ago fluttered away. 

Roxy pulled back. My lips stayed stationary, held in a pucker. I wished that the spell would continue, that my flesh would continue to press against her body. I felt her smile and then she caught my bottom lip between her teeth. She tugged lightly, clamping down; my lips throbbed in a slight, stinging pain, then I felt the release.

Roxy gazed at me, a few short inches away. I could feel her breath on my face. Her touch lingered on my lips; the soft aroma of her scent filled my nose. I was entranced. 

"This is what I am here for," Roxy said as she fell to her knees. She was now kneeling on the floor, looking up at me. Her hands slid up my calves and under the hem-line of my boxers. Nails scratched my skin as Roxy licked her lips. My legs shook with goose bumps. "I am here to have sex with you. Unless, Professor, you want me to go away?" I felt her hands moving under my shorts, cupping my balls. 

"It's true Professor," Taryn said. I had forgotten about the other sister; all of my attention had been claimed by Roxy. "The loser of the bet would have sex with you while the other one of had to wait in the other room. Can tell who won the bet?" Taryn giggled.

"The loser would have sex with me?"

"It is kind of strange and unfortunate how that worked out," Taryn said laughing. "You can take it however you like."

"Oh, it is a good thing," Roxy cut in. I couldn't tell if there was sarcasm in her voice or not. It didn't matter. I was distracted; Roxy was hard at work, kneading my nut sack. 

"What was the bet?" I asked. 

"Who cares, Professor?" Roxy asked as she scratched the soft underside of my balls. One of her hands held the skin taut, while the other ran from back to fore. The attitude was there, but she was smirking. "My hand is on your cock right now. If I were one of those other whores taking your class, I'd be getting an 'A' right now."

"Don't mind her," Taryn said, "Sis, just doesn't like to lose."

"Oh shut it, Taryn," Roxy said, scratching patterns into my nut sack. "Be quiet, watch, and learn."

The exquisite sensations lasted for a few moments, before Roxy let go. With a confident – perhaps arrogant – smile she withdrew her hands, stood up, and smoothed out her skirt. Roxy took me by the hand and said, "Let's go Professor. I can't wait to get you on your back."

I withdrew my hand from Roxy's grasp and shook my head. My voice became stern and harsh. "Am I getting this right? You came over here and woke me in the middle of the night to fuck me because you lost some bet, and I get no say in this?"

Roxy was startled. She wasn't ready for me to change the situation. She took a step back and tucked a neon strand of hair nervously behind her ear. Her voice was questioning and quiet with just the beginning hint of pissed, "What? Your students fuck you for higher grades and you have the balls to have problem with this? I fucking can't believe it." 

As Roxy spoke she gained momentum. I could see her regaining her confidence as she talked. "You came to the store yesterday, flirted with me, and then fucked the shit out of my sister and you have some sort of grounds over why you don't want to screw? I throw myself at you because of some bet, rubbing your crotch, and you are rejecting me? What the fuck is this shit Taryn? Who is this guy?" She was working herself up. The more Roxy talked the more her words snowballed into rage. Her cheeks were red and her forehead crinkled with emotion. A spark of jagged lightning flashed in her violet eyes. 

I couldn't help myself. I locked eyes with Taryn before bursting with laughter. In response, Taryn giggled too. Roxy scowled, first looking at me and then at her sister. Laughter didn't compute. But then everything clicked.

"Whatever," Roxy said, her voice losing its edge. "You guys are assholes." Traces of humor flickered around her words. "Alright, alright, laugh it up. I get it; I'm an idiot. The Professor is a male-whore that would fuck any piece of ass that would throw herself at him."

"I don't know about that," I said shaking my head while still laughing. My sides were beginning to hurt.

"You sure don't turn 'em away, Professor," Taryn cut in. "Except, of course, Roxy."

"Whatever, mock away. You guys are fucking hysterical – a comedy act. Are we gonna go in your bedroom or what?" Roxy said, punching me playfully in the shoulder. 

Crossing my arms I said, "I meant what I said. I am not going anywhere until I know more about this bet." 

"Really?" Taryn asked.

"Really," I replied.

"Fair enough; no big deal," Taryn said, still laughing to herself. She sat down on my ratty couch, crossed her legs, and continued to speak, "My sister is a dirty, fucking slut. It was very clear that watching us in the backroom yesterday really got her worked up. But she wouldn't own up. She denied it. She started running her mouth and talking shit like she always does. I couldn't take it. To shut her up, I made her a bet that she couldn't go until the end of the weekend without masturbating. I laughed when she accepted the bet. I knew she couldn't go four whole days. Hell, she couldn't go twenty-four hours."

"How did you find out?" I asked, enthralled with the story.

Taryn answered, "I passed by her room last night and I heard some moaning. At first I thought she was hurt, but then I figured it out."

Part embarrassed and part proud, Roxy interjected, "I was horny. I couldn't get you guys out of my head. I tried all my usual fuck buddies but they were all out, probably with their skank girlfriends." She sneered and rolled her eyes at that thought.

"So seeing Taryn and I fuck turned you on?" I asked Roxy.

She bit her lip, playing with the ring, for a moment. Then she replied, "Yes."

"How long were you watching?"

"Long enough to see you cum inside my sister," Roxy replied.

"And now we are going to fuck?" 

"Hopefully, presuming you stop being an ass and show me your bedroom." Roxy punctuated the statement by taking off her hoodie. Her arms were left bare, as she was now only wearing the leather corset. Two tattoos, one either shoulder, came into view. The first was a Chinese dragon that snaked up her arm and down her back. The second was a cartoon image of Strawberry Shortcake bending over at the waist and showing the world her cheeky undergarments. Very sexy!

My blood was pumping. I could feel it rushing to my crotch, causing my cock to bulge. Roxy saw it and moistened her cherry lips, playing with the lip ring. "Are you ready, then?" she asked, grabbing the waist line of my pants and pulling me against her. Her hand slid up my chest and draped over my neck. "I want to go for a ride."

"A ride on what?" I asked. I needed to coerce Roxy into dirty talk.

"A pony," Roxy said with deadly seriousness, raising an eyebrow. She moved in close, rubbing her crotch up against mine. My cock grew inside my shorts. She groaned lightly, "on your pony" as my dick brushed up against her pussy.

"Maybe I'll let you," I said in a half-whisper. I bit her lip and nibbled lightly before I continued, "but only if your sister watches."

"What?" both women exclaimed at the same time.

"My house, my cock, my rules. You guys wake me up in the middle of the night and expect to use me in some wild sex romp. I'm fine with that. I'm cool with being some kind of object, but I get to set some of the terms too. And I say Taryn gets to watch."

Roxy and Taryn looked at me in stunned silence. The question was a doozy. Had I gone too far? Had I asked too much? They were sisters; despite my suspicions, there were lines that one did not cross easily.

Roxy recovered first. She crossed her arms and asked, "What if we say no?"

I bluffed, "No big deal. You guys can go home, bet unfulfilled, and I can fall back asleep. I got some pretty good pussy yesterday," I grinned at Taryn, winking. She blushed back, "And I am supposed to meet Jessica tomorrow night. I probably shouldn't be with you guys anyway. I don't want to be worn out. It sounds like a pretty wild sorority function that Jessica has asked me to. Knowing her, things might get pretty hot. Boy, that slut knows how to overwork a cock. I think I might need all the rest I can get." 

Neither girl seemed to know what to say. They stared at each other for a long time, communicating via some sort of sisterly telepathy. Taryn cocked her head to one side and then Roxy nodded. Agreement had been reached.

"I guess that is fine," Roxy said, her voice in a slight huff, "although I am not really sure what it gets you."

"He's just being dirty, that's all." Taryn said. I couldn't tell if she was amused or exasperated. "The Professor just likes the idea of me watching my sister getting fucked. Isn't that right?"

I winked at Taryn. "Guilty as charged. I am just a perv trying to get my nut off," I said making a sweeping hand gesture towards my bedroom. "After you ladies…."

I stood next to my bed with my arms at my sides. The last remnants of sleep were gone. I was wide awake and ready to go. Taryn was sitting in a chair with her feet up on my desk. She was getting comfortable. Taryn flexed her long, athletic legs, kicked off her Con's, and shouted energetically, "Woohoo, let's see some skin. Time to get nasty!"




Oral Exam Ch. 18



Roxy, who was standing in front of me, grinned. She seemed to be having fun. "I couldn't agree more, Sis," she said as she gave me a rough shove to the chest. I tumbled back on my bed, falling amidst a jumble of blankets. "Let's get you naked," Roxy hooted. Wasting no time, she tugged on my boxer shorts, jerking them smoothly off my body. "Ooh, you look like just how I imagined." 

My cock sprung proudly into view. "Very nice." Roxy said. "I didn't get a look at your dick last time. He was still buried in that whore of a sister of mine." 

"Hey," Taryn said, throwing a crumpled ball of paper at Roxy's back. "Watch who you are calling whore - whore."

Roxy didn't care; her attention was absorbed by the shaft of meat between my legs. My tool was awake, alert, and ready for action. Roxy was ready to do whatever was required to help him out. She kneeled on the floor in front of my bed and ran her hands up my body. I shivered as her nails scratched my calves, thighs and eventually stomach. She pinched my nipples, one at a time. I felt a slight bite and sting. Her hands then changed direction descending to my crotch. They slithered around my shaft and down to my balls. 

"Spit on that cock," Taryn, the spectator, yelled. I looked at her; she was grinning broadly, clearing enjoying this rather bizarre show. "I'll give you a dollar if you it gets you all nice and wet before you take off your panties."

"You owe me a dollar. I'm already wet," Roxy replied. She then did as she as her sister commanded. Roxy gathered saliva in her mouth and spit on my cock and balls. Using her supple fingers, she worked the moisture into my skin. Roxy rubbed and probed at my crotch, teasing me until I was rock hard. She looked up at me, batting her eyelashes, and said with steely determination, "Watch me fill my fucking throat." 

Roxy had skills – serious oral skills. How had I gotten to know so many talented cock-artists in the last couple of months? I guess that is one of the advantages of screwing sluts, plenty of knowledge and experience around a dick.

Taryn was good, but Roxy blew her sister away. I will never forget that first moment where she gulped down my cock. I felt a delicious heat, a warm, wet cavernous furnace engulfing my groin. The sensation roared and expanded like it was never going to stop. Where most women bottomed out, Roxy kept going. And going. Her nose was pressed against my skin, rubbing against my flesh. Her eye and lip piercings seared my flesh. I could feel her raspy breath on my pelvis. My entire length was lodged in the back of her throat, tickling her tonsils. Roxy's feat is the stuff of which great porn in made. This amazing slut sucked down every inch with no gag reflex.

"Oh my God, that fucking rocks!" Taryn screamed in awe as she watched her sister snarf down my entire cock. "I didn't think that was possible. Roxy you are a total fucking whore."

Roxy held herself against me for a long moment. I think I might have been able to feel her tonsils. Then she withdrew. She sputtered for a moment, catching her breath, before saying, "Top that, bitch!"

Taryn shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes were bugged out in surprise and amazement. "I can't. You know I can't. Where did you learn how to do that?"

Roxy went back to my cock. This time she slurped up and down my long, hard shaft. In between licks she said, "You remember John Davis from high school?"

"That guy who worked in the library after school? With the glasses that always seemed to be held together by a paper clip?"

Roxy nodded.

Taryn exclaimed, "You fucked him? He was so quiet and such a dweeb."

"Yeah, you know the dude," Roxy swirling her tongue around the head of my penis. She kept touching down, over and over again, causing me to moan. Roxy spoke between licks. "He was actually kind of cool, just a little bit of a loner. One day I was in the library talking to him after school and I saw a huge bulge in his pants – I guess he thought I was hot. John tried to hide it and was all shy – kinda cute. I started mocking him and telling him he was stuffing. He was really embarrassed, but claimed that it wasn't a sock. There was no way I was gonna believe him, so I reached down and felt him up."

Roxy took my cock deep into her mouth and bobbed up and down several times. Her throat made lewd gulping sounds with every bob. I think the pause was her way of building the suspense in the story, further torturing her sister. I didn't care; I could wait forever as long my dick was in her mouth. "Who would have thought that John would have been packing some major dick? I had to see it. So I unzipped his pants, and boy did he have some meat. I couldn't help myself. I had to touch it. And once I had it in my hands, what difference would a few licks make? So I sucked him off right there in the library, in that cove by the periodicals."

"You total whore. I can't believe you gave him a BJ at school. Did you guys do it again?" Taryn exclaimed. The admiration in her voice was clear.

"With a dick like that? Hell yeah," Roxy said, her mouth full of my cock. She popped it against her cheek and then began to nuzzle my balls. Her tongue bounced one of my balls, licking it to and fro. "I sucked him off every chance I got. I ached for it. That fucker got so much head last year. Each time I went down on him, I tried to take him a little further down my throat. After some practice, a lot of practice, I was able to take all of it. The Professor is pretty big, but that guy was gi-normous. He sucked at eating pussy and despite his size was a pretty lame fuck."

Taryn broke in, "You should have been patient with him. He probably just needed some coaching and instruction. He could have been your little sex boy. Or maybe big sex boy," she said giggling.

"I know, I know," Roxy said in between slurps. "I just didn't have the patience to deal with it. I'm not sure, but I'm betting he was a virgin when I found him," Roxy grinned at that thought. "He never told me. Oh well. I got my rocks off elsewhere, but boy did I love giving that boy head. After all those times with his mouth splitter, I think I can take anybody."

To prove her point, Roxy took me all the way to the back of her throat. The feeling was pure heaven (Or maybe hell? Were blowjobs allowed in heaven?) I gasped as I felt her lips around the base of my shaft. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and tickled my balls. I couldn't believe it. Roxy had my cock as far as it would go, and she was still able to tongue my nut sack. Fucking unbelievable!

Roxy came back up for air. She took a long, deep breath and went back to bobbing up and down on the end of my dick. Her technique was astounding; she was a pro. Over the last couple of months, I had become a connoisseur of blowjobs. Roxy's technique was among the best.

"It's such a good dick you have Professor," Roxy said, low and sultry. The story was done and now she was completely focused on me. "I couldn't wait to get it away from my slutty sister. You like that? Your cock feels so good in my mouth." I could see Roxy reaching under her skirt to play with herself. "You want me to play with my pussy? Rubbing it? I do it all the time. It's why I lost the bet." Her arm moved up and down to a masturbatory rhythm. Her tongue was a whirlwind, a swirling dervish that hit every pleasure spot. Buckets of spit and drool flowed over my cock. Although messy, lots of saliva generally equals a better BJ.

A devilish thought crossed my mind. "Taryn, would you like to suck some cock too?" I asked.

A sly smile crossed Taryn's face. She could read my mind. "You dirty perv! So that is your game. I should have guessed. You can't just be satisfied with one woman sucking your dick?"

"Nope."

"That's gross. It would be sharing with my sister. We haven't done that since we were 7." 

"Mom used to yell at us because we would fight over the same crayons," Roxy interjected.

"C'mon you wouldn't want to disappoint your mom? Prove how grown up and mature you ladies are now. One lick?" Shaking her head in amused disbelief, Taryn got out of her chair and kneeled on the floor next to her sister. Roxy pulled her mouth slowly off my cock, handing it ceremoniously to Taryn. Taryn grasped my balls and stuck out her tongue. The soft, appendage began its ascent from the very back of my nut sack. Using the tip, she brought it up and over until she was at the base of my shaft. Taryn continued up the rod until she got to the spongy head of my dick. Her lips encircled the head as she took it in her mouth for a kiss.

I saw my opportunity and seized it. I didn't want her to get up; not yet. I pushed down on her head, not roughly, but with enough force to let Taryn know what I wanted. I felt her mouth descend on my shaft.

I looked down at Roxy and gave her a come hither gesture. I told her, "Lose the panties and skirt. You don't need them. I think it is time you sat on my face."

Roxy smiled and nodded wordlessly. She stood up and unbuttoned the snaps of her skirt. It fell from her waist, revealing a sheer, green thong that matched her thigh-high stockings. She turned away from me, hooked her fingers in her panty-line, and bent at the waist. I got a full-on view of her tight ass, which perfectly framed her puffy pussy. The smooth fabric was a darker green where moisture had leaked from her cunt and soaked the thong. Roxy slid her panties down her legs. The damp fabric stuck to her cunt for a moment before revealing all. Roxy's cooter was completely bare, with succulently beautiful lips. Her puckered, little asshole was as taut as a drum.

Roxy looked so sexy without her bottoms. Her corset, stockings, and combat boots shoes were still in place. Somehow, with that clothing in tact she looked sluttier. The smudged, heavily caked on make-up helped the look. She took her panties and draped them over my nose. "Smell that Professor," Roxy said, her voice almost a whisper. I took a long, deep whiff. The fresh smell of Roxy's cunt clouded my brain. "That's how much I want you. I am glad I lost the bet. I didn't really try very hard. Masturbation was so easy. Ever since I saw you in the store I wanted you. I wanted your cock in my pussy, not my sister's." Those words tore me apart. Fuck, Roxy!

Taryn continued to blow me as Roxy swung a leg over my face. I poked out my tongue as she sat down. I felt the tip slide between her pussy lips, parting her ever so slightly. Roxy's twat was leaking with dewy excitement. Her juices trickled from her cunt down to my mouth. She was sweet and tangy, with a sharper taste than her sister - excellent.

After a few licks, Roxy started to chatter. While she loved the dirty talk, I think she also got off by narrating for her sister, who was still engrossed with my cock. Roxy moaned, "Oh come on Professor, spit on it. Make it wet. Oh fuck, yeah lick that pussy… It's a pretty pussy, don't you think? Stick your fingers inside her. Don't you fucking stop…. Oh yeah, just like that…. I'm gonna cum on your fingers. Right there. Fuck yeah. How's that taste?"

"Wonderful," I replied. "That cum tastes so sweet; your cunt is so fucking warm. You are such a nasty, naughty bad girl with a fucking filthy mouth."

Roxy moaned "A very bad girl. And you're a dirty Professor. You like my mouth? You like me saying filthy fucking things, describing how I am riding your face, while my sister sucks your cock? I bet you do you male-whore…. I want some more…. Give me more…. Lick my clit, like that. Umm… oh yeah…. You like that pink pussy in your face. You like that nasty cum, don't you? Feel it on your face. Lick, lick, lick…."

I clasped my hands to Roxy's ass cheeks, feeling those fleshy globes in my hands. I pulled her closer to me. I craved the feeling of her weight on my face. Right now, Roxy was a tease; I could barely touch her with my tongue. I needed more. I had to revel in the delight of her cunt, to feel it grinding against my face. I wanted to bury my nose in her snatch and to feel her squirm above me. I wanted my entire world to be her cunt. To breathe cunt, to eat cunt, to drink cunt – that was my desire.

Taryn said, while licking my cock, "Oooh you like that? You like it all sloppy? You like your balls licked, nice and wet?"

I moaned into Roxy's cunt in response. I was lost in a world of sensation. My tongue was whirling around Roxy's clit, while Taryn was doing the same to my cock. Everything was wet; everything was pleasure. My dick was so hard, but I wasn't yet in danger of cumming. I wanted to save that for a cunt. I had shot my nut inside of Taryn before. Roxy would be next. I felt those muscular legs, encased in sexy, striped stockings, wrapped around my head. My tongue rubbed back and forth inside of her, swabbing down her slit and clit. I felt Roxy's body twitch above me. I knew she was close to cumming; the itch would be unstoppable. The time was right to fuck.

I pushed Roxy off of my face. She pouted, and scowled until I said, "Ok you little freak, time to settle your debt. You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me. I want you to hop on. I need to nail that tasty cunt. Sit on my cock and bounce up and down. I am going to lie back and enjoy the view." 

I watched Taryn pop my cock out her mouth, fish hooking herself. She seemed to be having fun polishing my knob, and now she looked a little disappointed to be done. I certainly didn't want that. She needed to be a part of this unusual equation. "Taryn, that feels fantastic, but why don't you come up here and kiss me while your sister fucks me."

The sisters switched spots. Taryn took off her shirt (without me asking her to). She then peeled off her jean and panties and crawled across my bed. She laid down next me and kissed me on the lips. I felt the warm lick of her tongue and the moist oblivion that surely follows. There is nothing like making out with a beautiful naked woman in your bed….

….Especially if her equally attractive sister is slowly lowering her pussy onto your cock.

Un-holy Fuck! That felt good. I shivered as Roxy's tight, pink hole swallowed my aching rod. Her snug sheath took me in about halfway, before she raised herself up again. Roxy was facing away from me, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Her hands were on the bed and her feet were on the floor. She was tall enough that she could push off the floor while fucking me.

Breaking the kiss we were sharing, Taryn looked up at her sister. "You feel that? That's a lot of cock, isn't it Roxy?" I couldn't believe it. Taryn reached down and smacked Roxy on her bare butt. The sharp slap was deafening. "Isn't it you fucking, little bitch?" she said.

Roxy groaned, nodding her head in the affirmative. "Oh yessssss, Sis…. But I could sit… on this cock all day. It feels so good. I feel so full. It is just like in my dreams, where I couldn't keep from touching myself." She squatted down on my cock again, this time taking me deeper. I raised my head so I could watch her slide back up again. My dick was coated with a thin sheen of moisture, where Roxy's cunt had been.

"Riding the Professor's pony sure feels good. It's really more of a stallion," Roxy continued. The neon cyber-dreads bounced as she slid down my pole. Wet, sloppy sounds of sex filled the room. "Do you hear that? I can hear all my juices down there. Hear it?"

"Yeah," I grunted, as I felt her cunt slide up and down on my cock.

"I love that sound. It's a sexy sound," Roxy gasped, rotating her hips, just oh so slightly.

"That pussy is so tight. You like fucking my cock?"

"I do. It feels good. Right there, like that. Unhh… unh…. That's right. Fuck me. Squeeze my ass cheeks. Your cock feels so good. Look at my ass as you fuck my pussy. Just like that…. I wish I could always feel like this. Oh that hits it…. Fuck my brains out. Oooooh yes, yes, yes… unh… unh…"

My eyes trailed down to watch Taryn. She was fully engrossed, scrutinizing every detail of the unfolding fuck between her sister and me. Her eyes were locked on the place where Roxy's cunt met my cock; her mouth was open in amazement. It seemed like her breath was timed to the rhythm of the congress. One of Taryn's hands had left my chest. It had strayed down between her legs and was slowly sliding in and out of her cunt. Despite Roxy's moans, I could barely make out the luscious, crinkly sound of Taryn's finger dipping inside her inflamed hole. 

I pried Taryn's finger from her cunt. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed each of her fingers, tasting the pungent flavor of her juices. As I licked each finger, clean she gasped. Through it all, Taryn's eyes never left her sister. 

I pulled Taryn close to me, back to my lips. I thirsted for her kiss. I wanted to feel my tongue against hers, dueling, in a timeless lover's dance. I wanted to share this moment of intimacy as I was fucking her sister. Her lips, slightly parted, were wet and warm, a perfect seduction. I put my hand on her breast and rubbed the soft flesh. Her tit was so remarkably firm under my touch. I felt her nipple, erect with excitement, between my thumb and index finger. I pinched it. I felt Taryn's lips tremble as the marriage of pain and pleasure flowed from her breast to the rest of her body.

"Look at her," I whispered in Taryn's ear, so soft she could barely hear. "She is riding my cock. Your sister. Think about it. She is fucking me like you fucked me before. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes," Taryn moaned as I fondled her tits. I could see that she was enraptured. Her hand was once again gliding up and down her cunt, rubbing her fiery clit. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips. Taryn's eyes were a glassy with a lust filled haze. "She must feel so good…."

"She tastes really good too. Why don't you suck my cock again?" I said soft and low, timing out every beat. I was thrusting my hips upwards to meet Roxy's hungry cunt. The flesh of her ass would shake every time our skin met.

"Yeah?" Taryn asked. I could see her mind working, but then she pulled back. "Oh Professor, what are you trying to do?" Taryn slapped me lightly on the arm. "She's my sister! I shouldn't even be here."

"And why not?" I asked. I groaned as I felt Roxy consume my rod again. The friction felt so good. I tried my best to keep my voice soft and seductive. "You've seen each other before. What's the harm? Admit it; watching her slam her sweet cunt onto my cock is hot. You want her. Just give in. Think of it."

There was a long pause as I kept sliding, steady and slow, in and out of Roxy. I could see Taryn fighting within herself. She was on the brink. Her urges battled her morals. I knew where she wanted to go. But could she go there?

Taryn's voice was a nervous squeak, "You two are hot. She is hot." Then another long pause. "I want you both."

I grinned. My fantasy was about to come true. "Why don't you suck my cock Taryn? I'd love to feel your lips on my pole."

"Ok."

Taryn got up and tapped her sister on the shoulder. Roxy looked confused, but she got off my cock. I am not sure if she had been paying attention to the conversation I was having with Taryn. She was in too much a lust-filled haze to care.

Taryn wasted no time. She fell to the floor and slurped down my shaft. It didn't matter that my cock was coated with her sister's pussy juices. Quite the contrary, the girl-cum probably made the situation that much hotter for Taryn. "That's a good girl," I said. Taryn smiled up at me, eyes glistening with need. "Suck your sister off of me."

Taryn enthusiastically gulped down my shaft for the next minute or two. Meanwhile Roxy looked on in a daze, twiddling with her clit. She didn't know how to react. 

With a final slurp, Taryn smacked her lips and stood up. She threw her arms around Roxy pulling her close. Taryn gazed into her eyes, communicating. A heat, a roaring flame, passed between them. Taryn leaned planting a kiss on Roxy's lips. Surprised at first, Roxy didn't know how to react. The flavor of her own cunt lingered on Taryn's lips. She stood there rigid, and uncertain. Soon, however, Roxy melted under her sister's spell. 




Oral Exam Ch. 18



The French kiss was unlike any I had ever seen. A lifetime of context fired their passion. Tender, yet lusty; bold, yet loving. Taryn and Roxy held each other in a furious and burning caress, hands roaming up and down each other for the first time. No words were spoken, but so much was said through that simple connection between the two sisters. 

The brunettes parted, gasping raggedly for air. A sly smile crept onto Roxy's lips. She nodded and Taryn smiled back. They dropped their arms and kissed tenderly another time. The walls separating desire from family had been torn to the ground. I could see uncontrollable lust in their eyes. The twins would be re-visiting this moment.

Taryn grinned from ear to ear. She playfully slapped her sister on the ass and said, "Get back on the pony. Ride him, Roxy. Fuck him hard. Be the good, little, fucking whore! Show him you are my sister! Make him cum." As she spoke, Taryn cupped her firm, teenage breasts, testing their buoyancy. Playing with her nipples, Taryn said, "I want him to cum inside you, like he came inside me a day ago. I want you to feel what I felt, his cum spurting deep inside of you. But when he does, I am going to crawl between your legs. I want to taste you. I want to suck him out of your cunt."

Obediently, Roxy once again straddled my dick. "Get that dick back in me," she wailed. I felt the rush, the pounding of my heart, as I was enveloped in her cunt. The liquid furnace between her legs scalded me, oh so deliciously. I knew that this time I would not last long. How could any normal man hold back given these circumstances?

Taryn stood in front of Roxy, massaging her shoulders and caressing her smooth skin. She held Roxy tightly, peppering her body with fervent kisses. Taryn's lips fell desperately on her sister's neck, chest, and mouth. Feverishly, she trailed up and down Roxy's body, tonguing her skin, tasting her salty-sweet sweat, and bathing in her aroma. All those years as sisters had made them close. Sharing the same man, though, did for them what those years could not – empower Taryn and Roxy to unflinchingly explore each other.

I was thrusting upwards like a madman, unable to control my hips. Roxy and I crashed together, cunt to cock, over and over again. The sheer fabric of her striped stockings rubbed against my bare legs. My hands were on her ass, squeezing her cheeks, trying desperately to pull that heavenly flesh even closer to me. That was impossible, however; we were joined at the crotch. I was fully embedded in her tight, pink hole.

"I need to cum. I need to fucking cum. You want me to cum?" I shouted.

"Ohhhh yeah, cum while I ride you," Roxy replied. "Shoot Professor. Oh that's it, fill me. I want my sister to eat…. Mmmmmm yeah…. Oh God that feels good. I can feel it. Ohhhh another, yes…." Roxy's voice trailed off becoming a wail and then a giggle.

My hips jerked and bucked as I unleashed load after load of cum into Roxy's clenching pussy. I could feel her inner muscles gripping and releasing my shaft. Her cunt walls massaged my penis, drawing out every last squirt of spunk I could spare.

Roxy fell off my cock, toppling to the bed. She lay on her back, legs akimbo, breathing heavily. I strained and lifted my head. I could see her cunt dripping. A stream of viscous fluid flowed freely from the gash between her legs. 

"Oh fuck that was good," Roxy said. She sounded so breathless. "I feel loose, so incredibly fucked. Whew! I needed that dicking."

Before I could reply, I heard Taryn reply, "Oh, you aren't done, my darling sister…."

Taryn knelt down before her sister, sliding her hands up Roxy's toned thighs. She held those beautiful legs apart, pulling them up in the air, and kissed the backs of her knees. Taryn then pulled back and licked her lips. "I have never eaten a pussy before. Roxy," Her voice was intimate and tender. "I am glad you are my first. I am hoping you enjoy. You look so delicious." With those words, Taryn bent down and extended her tongue.

I never thought I would be treated to the sight of two sisters together in a Sapphic embrace. Even though I had just cum, my cock sprung back to life. It had a mind of its own. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking it lightly. My skin was still wet and slippery from Roxy's lingering fluids. With the touch of my hand, I grew back to my full length. My cock was ready; I wanted to shoot my load in another sister. 

I got up from the bed and stepped behind Taryn. I reached underneath her stomach and pulled her up so that she was on all fours. Taryn broke contact with her sister's pussy. Her face was glazed with the cum mixture from Roxy's cunt. Taryn was a sloppy eater; a glob of something was dripping from her chin."

"You know how I like it Professor?" Taryn asked.

"Hard."

Taryn wiggled her ass at me. "Exactly. Oh yeah, shove it in Professor," Taryn said, giving the cunt splayed open in front of her face a long lick. "Stick it in and fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard while I eat my sister's fucking slut-cunt. Do me as hard as you can. Fuck the shit out of my pussy."

I slid my cock into Taryn's fuck hole. She was juicy enough that I was balls deep in a single thrust. I could hear Taryn groan into her sister's cunt. She wiggled her ass, trying to find the most comfortable position for my length. I rested for a moment, feeling her grip me with her tight, pink walls. A sensation of warmth cradled my body. 

I placed my hands on Taryn's hips. My breathing was shallow. I needed to fuck. I had to slam this fucking cunt. I pulled out and rammed my self back in. We groaned in unison, feeling the force of the blow rippling throughout our bodies. "Oh fuck, that's tight," I moaned. I slid out and impaled her another time.

Roxy screamed, "Ohhhhhh, that tongue…. Taryn, shit yeah… eat….. MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" And in that moment she burst into a stream of hysterical giggles. The sound of her laughter, as she was cumming, was surreal. Roxy's whole body shook from side to side, trembling uncontrollably. Her hips bucked and rocked against Taryn's face. A stream of clear liquid shot from her cunt, spraying wildly all over her sister. Taryn held on, trying to gulp down as much of Roxy's cum as she possibly could. At first the torrent seemed never-ending, but then it slowed to a few shallow spurts and finally a trickle. My bed was soaked. Roxy's cum seeped into the thin sheets. The giggles trailed off, Roxy gasped, and then she turned onto her side. She drew her legs up close to her body, against her stomach, in the fetal position. Roxy was done.

But I wasn't finished with Taryn. Throughout Roxy's orgasm, I unrelentingly slammed into Taryn doggie style. "I am going to fuck you, and fuck you, and keep on fucking you," I bellowed. Roxy had ridden me; it felt good to lie back and just take her pussy. This was different. I was banging Taryn furiously, pounding her cunt into submission.

A wet gurgle escaped from Taryn's throat. She howled in orgasm, whipping her head from side to side. I caught her twin pigtail braids and yanked them roughly towards me. It was like holding onto handle bars; I could twist and turn her any direction. I flexed my arms and she was immediately brought backward to a near standing position.

Taryn groaned, "Yesssssss, pull my hair, you perverted son of a bitch. Own that pussy, fucking own it. Harder!! Balls deep! That feels so good. Slam it!!! Work that shit, rock it back and forth…. I love every inch of it. Make me cum all over your cock. OH YEAH!!! Keep fucking me while I cum…."

Nothing could have stopped me from fucking Taryn. Her pussy was so wet and tight. I could feel it grasping me, that slippery sheath massaging my fleshy rod. Over and over I drove my meat into her. Taryn's hips met my every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping reverberated off the walls. Sweat poured from us in rivulets, soaking into the sheets.

I tugged Taryn against me and kissed her wetly on the lips. Her tongue met mine in a pirouette. A desperate look filled her eyes; I am sure that same look was also in mine. I groped her tit, pinching the nipple roughly between my fingers. I screamed in surprise. I felt her cunt tremble, squeezing me tight. I couldn't take it. I came.

My hips locked with Taryn's. We pressed together, hearts beating in the shared moment. I held this tight, teen beauty to me, shuddering as I came. My arm was wrapped around Taryn's chest, hugging her so gloriously close. My head was lodged in the crook of her neck. The scent of her sweat and perfume clouded my brain. I jerked and spasmed as I shot several ropes of cum deep inside of Taryn. My last load of baby batter had been so massive; I am not sure where the seed came from. I could feel the sweet release wash over me. With orgasm, my mind suddenly became cleared, everything but sensation was gone, nothing but soothing bliss.

Taryn turned around to kiss me, and in doing so she uncorked her cunt. I could see our fluids dripping out of her pussy and running down her leg. She giggled. "Oops. I am sure there will be enough of that cream pie for my sister, if she wants it. If she's awake, that is."

Roxy replied, her voice still thin and weak, "I'm awake. How could I sleep with that racket you fuckers were making?" She smiled wanly, rolling over onto her back. "Fair is fair. I can't really move, but if you want to sit on my face I would love to taste you, sis."

Taryn moved onto the bed and placed herself over her sister. Soon they were will locked in a sixty-nine. I smiled. How did my life get here? What did I do to deserve this? This was pretty crazy (two sisters – twins - fucking!), but as insane as it was I am sure that the next night would be even more of an extreme. Would I expect anything less from Jessica and her party? Nope.



Oral Exam Ch. 19



Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (Yes my ego is huge but I am trying to bring it under control)You took a lot of time to give me some really great advice. Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life is a continual inspiration. Keep living the dream. Ally – thank you. I cannot say it enough. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first eighteen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Be warned, this story gets a little weird. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy. 

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I stepped under the warm spray of my shower. 

My body ached. I had not slept well. I think my hand had been bent underneath me. My neck had a kink in it for falling asleep in an odd position. Honestly, I stank. I was covered in sweat, grime, and various other bodily fluids. I smiled inwardly, thinking about it. While I was worse for the wear, last night had been a lot of fun.

The water was soothing. It felt like a thousand little fingers massaging my neck. The constant pressure worked out my knotted muscles. The heat soothed the tension that clenched me. 

I picked up a bar of soap and worked it into a washcloth. I could see the lather as I held the fabric to my nose. Ahhhhh, I would smell like a pine tree today. I rubbed down my stomach, enjoying the rough scratching sensation of the fabric.

The door creaked opened. I heard a feminine voice inquire, "We are a little dirty too, Professor. Do you mind if my sister and I join you?" Taryn, I chuckled. Her words sounded like they came directly from a porno flick or perhaps some erotic fiction.

"Sure," I replied, "but the shower isn't that big. You can wait, or you will have to make do."

"That shouldn't be a problem, Professor," Roxy said, entering the conversation. "I don't think we will have a problem squeezing together. It's not like we haven't bumped into each other before."

"Fair enough," I said. "Hop in."

The two women pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside. Last night I hadn't really had an opportunity to compare and contrast the two ladies. I was pretty worked up by the time Taryn stripped down. Roxy had never gotten completely naked, preferring instead to leave on her stockings and corset while we were fucking. I think she even fell asleep with her boots still on. 

But now I could look. Both sisters were tall, thin and athletic. Roxy was paler, although still very muscular. She had three tattoos and four piercings (I hadn't seen her nipple piercing last night). Taryn's hair was a lighter brown (with blonde highlights), her hips were a little wider, and her boobs were probably one cup size larger. Taryn had a small, brown landing strip above her crotch, whereas Roxy was completely shaved.

As I turned around to peek, I also stepped back to make room for the ladies. They stepped under the shower's spray and moaned their approval. Roxy gushed, "Oh God, that feels so fucking good. You'd think that I would be relaxed after last night, but I ache all over. That water hits the spot."

"Sleeping in a strange bed is always uncomfortable," I offered.

"Oh, I don't think I am sore from sleeping," Roxy quickly retorted. "I don't think I will walk normally for days. Taryn, you have a wicked ass tongue." 

Taryn and I giggled, before murmuring our agreement about the water. The three of us then spent the next few minutes doing a shower minuet. One of us would lather up while another would step under the water to rinse off. The third person made themselves busy by scrubbing (sometimes themselves, sometimes someone else). We went through this process, "accidentally" bumping into each other several times. I wasn't yet hard despite the close proximity of the two sisters. I could feel, however, my cock brush against slippery female flesh. The slick rub of skin on skin was having an effect. Arousal was beginning to take hold. The blood began to rush to my loins. 

Roxy noticed my growing cock. In response, she kneeled on the base of the base of bathtub. "I need a healthy breakfast. Can you feed me some sausage?" Roxy said while looking up at me, her voice tinged with laughter. Roxy's hair was slicked back and her face was wet. The thick caking of make-up around her eyes was now a gloppy mess. Dark rings formed, making Roxy look a little like a raccoon. 

Roxy cradled my cock in her hands and slurped it into her mouth. I hadn't expected, or even really desired, a blowjob. But Roxy was so talented, I was fully erect in a matter of seconds. She deep throated me, taking my length as far as I could go. Her nose was against my groin, rubbing my wet skin.

I braced myself on the shower wall, the warm water pelting my back. "My sister is a slut," Taryn said, "She can't get enough cock. I'm betting you are the third or fourth guy she has blown this week." Taryn then leaned over her sister and ran her fingernails up my chest. The soft scratching felt spectacular. She leaned forward and took my nipple in her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue and then bit down. I felt pain shoot through my chest, but it mixed with the pleasure in my crotch. I don't think I could ever get enough of these twins.

"This is how I suck your balls," Roxy said. I felt her breath while she was stroked my rod with one hand. First there was single flick. And then another. Roxy's tempo increased sending her tongue into overdrive on my balls. Tiny licks overwhelmed me.

I was leaning down to kiss Taryn when I heard several loud knocks at the front door. My first inclination was to ignore whoever was making the racket, but then I remembered that my costume for the party was going to be dropped off this morning. I didn't want to miss that opportunity. So I said, "Excuse me ladies," as I pulled Roxy off my balls. I leapt from the shower, threw a towel around my waist, tossed, and went to the front door.

What a vision! I opened the door to see a beautiful woman who looked Korean or Japanese on my door step. She was wearing form-fitting, black leggings and a light blue sweater that came down just below her butt. She also had on an unzipped white, winter coat that puffed up around the arms. The woman's long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders with a lustrous gleam. This beauty was short and of slender build, probably not weighing much more than 100 pounds. 

A massive grin, from ear to ear, lit up her face when I answered. Her lively eyes looked me up and down, eventually refocusing on the towel around my waist. "Good morning. I am supposed to leave a package here," she said. "Are you Jessica's friend?" 

"Yes," I said, nodding.

Her grin grew even larger. "Good. I'm glad I found the place. I drove around forever. This apartment complex is pretty hard to find. Jessica didn't give me great directions. So then you are the person coming to the induction ceremony and end of the semester party?"

Now I was confused. "This is the induction ceremony tonight? Jessica didn't say that," I asked.

"Well, she is not supposed to," the woman giggled as she lowered her voice down to a whisper. "She wasn't supposed to say any more than that it was a costume party. It is pretty secret stuff. Truthfully, as a pledge, Jessica doesn't know too much more. Anyway here is the package with your costume. Be dressed and at the address listed inside at 9:30 p.m. Don't be late. By the way, my name is Katherine, or you can call me Katie. Either way."

I reached out to grab the package. My towel, took that opportunity to slip from around my waist. It tumbled to the floor, falling around my ankles, leaving me completely exposed. My dick, still in a semi-hard state (Katie, a very attractive woman, did nothing to deflate it) swayed gently in the chill, morning breeze. 

Katie's eyes immediately lowered and locked on my exposed member. For a long moment she was stunned and silent. Then Katie looked up at my face. A devilish sentiment played in her eyes. She licked her lips and said, "Very nice. I think you and I will have to get better acquainted. But I wouldn't want you to catch cold before the big night. That would be a shame." She leaned toward me, put a hand on my bare chest, and gave me peck on my cheek. I could feel her wet lips graze my skin. A thousand little songbirds went off in my head. I couldn't help but smile. "Later," she said, "Make sure you look for me."

With those words, she bounded from my door step. I picked up the towel, closed the door, and went back inside. Taryn poked her head around the bathroom door. Her eyes grew wide when see saw me naked in my living room holding a towel and a package. 

"Do you often answer your door naked Professor?" she asked, batting her eyelashes sweetly.

"Very funny," I replied. "It fell off when I was accepting this package."

"That must have been one stunned deliveryman," yelled Roxy from the bathroom. 

I chuckled and yelled back. "It was actually a woman."

"Really?" Roxy replied. She walked out of the bathroom naked, toweling off her hair. I couldn't help but marvel. "That is even more interesting."

Taryn came out of the bathroom with a towel around her mid-section. One simple yank would make her nude. "So what did you get? What's in the package?"

"I am not really sure," I said, scratching my head. "It is the costume for Jessica's party." I pulled it open. Inside was three items:

1. A slip of paper with some directions. It looked like I was going somewhere off of campus, probably five to ten miles away. A password was also given: 'Kitty.' 

2. A flowing, black cape that came down to my ankles and tied around my neck. I could wrap it around me and my entire body would be cloaked. 

3. A stiff, white mask that covered half of my face. Jessica promised that my identity could be kept secret. I guess this was the method. 

The ladies and I looked over the items. We joked around for a few minutes, trying to guess what was going happen to me later that night. I really had no idea. Jessica had just said that it would be a party and that it could get pretty intense. She indicated that sex was very likely, probably in some sort of orgy situation. Beyond that I really knew nothing.

Taryn and Roxy left about an hour later. They supposed to visit their grandparents that afternoon. Since their classes were done for the semester Roxy and Taryn had to move back home. Dorm life, and all the freedom it represented, would be done until next semester. Neither of the twins seemed thrilled by the prospect. Curfews were being enforced (the ladies told their parents they were staying with a joint friend last night) and there would always be a watchful eye. I am sure that the newly discovered incestual aspect of their relationship would provide some trying complications.

Before they left, the sisters had suggested that we pick up where we left off in the shower. While I wanted to (very badly), I had to beg off. I wanted to be in peak shape for the party later that night. I figured that I would need to horde my cum until then.

Instead, I offered the solution, "Ladies, why don't you show me one more time what being sisters is all about?"

"Oh?" Taryn asked, raising one eyebrow. "You'd like to watch the two of us?"

"Yes," I said, "right here on my floor. I'd like to see a sisterly sixty-nine."

"Fuck this is all about your ego jollies, isn't this? Some macho male fantasy a bout freaky lesbo shit between two sisters?" Roxy jibed. 

"Yes," I replied truthfully. 

"Then sit back and watch while I fuck my sister," Roxy said, approaching Taryn. She threw her arms around her sister and moved in for a breath taking French kiss. They swapped spit and rubbed tongues as they sucked face. 

Slowly, sensually they descended to the floor. Roxy lay on her back, legs spread open. Taryn settled in on top of her, facing the opposite direction. They looked like they were built for this activity. Their bodies were perfectly contoured to make this shape, to fit in this position. 

Stomach to stomach, pussy to mouth the women began to feast. Their heads swayed back and forth as they each drilled their tongue into the open cunt before them. Soft fingers set to work. Feminine moans filled my living room. 

I settled into my couch, naked and throbbing. However much I wanted to I wouldn't touch myself; I wouldn't jerk off. Instead this would be a test of will. This show was just for the voyeur in me, a preview of the delights that I thought would come later tonight. Today was going to be a good day.

I stood in front of a large, red set of double doors on the porch of a house I never knew existed. I was way off campus at some mansion smack in the middle of a corn field. There probably wasn't another building for a mile or two in any direction.

I held up the door knocker and banged it twice. I was wearing a pair of dress slacks and a button down blue shirt. The cloak was wrapped around me, but it did little to ward off the chill night air. My breath formed a hazy mist every time I exhaled. I felt a little silly with the mask over my face, but those were the rules. Besides, given the little bit I knew about the party it was probably best that my identity didn't leak out. 

A moment after I knocked, the doors swung open. On the other side were two women also in capes and masks, only theirs were light pink. The voluminous capes hid their clothes and obscured their figures. Hair tumbled out from behind both of their masks. One woman was brunette and curly, the other was a straight-haired blonde. Before I could step inside, the brunette asked, "Password?"

"Kitty," I muttered. I felt very goofy saying it. I am sure that these ladies could have picked a less ridiculous password.

The women, I am guessing, thought nothing of the uber-silly password. Instead, they responded by nodding and ushering me inside. One of them pointed to a room off the foyer and said, "Wait in there and have a seat. Feel free to pour yourself a drink. Just make sure you stay silent. You are the last to arrive, so we will be starting the festivities shortly."

I nodded and went into the room. This whole process seemed strange and was beginning to weird me out. I could understand the security, but the capes and masks made the experience very surreal. It was like somebody decided copycatting the movie Eyes Wide Shut would be just a super idea.

The waiting room was a large, wood paneled study with a beautiful stone fireplace. The walls seemed to glow with the shimmering light cast from the licking flames. Several plush, red velvet chairs lined the walls. Antique paintings and a large centerpiece rug gave the room a stately charm. The entire room was money. To one side was a bar with several colorful decanters. I made a bee-line in that direction. A drink would help settle my racing nerves.

I counted nine other people in the room, each wearing a black cloak and a mask similar to the ones I was issued. They were sitting quietly or nervously pacing about the floor. There was no conversation. My guess was that they didn't know any more than I did about their current situation than I knew about mine. 

I poured myself a scotch, neat, and sat down. I couldn't tell much about the other figures by looking at them. Two had gray hair, one was bald, and two looked like they might be women. How strange? I had thought I would be the oldest person at this event, but in fact was probably the youngest.

I sipped on my drink and waited 

Time passed. Five minutes? Ten? Maybe fifteen? Another set of doors opened and a masked woman in a pink cape stood in the entranceway. She spoke loud and clear, "Good evening everyone. I trust that you are looking forward to the events tonight. I imagine they will be very... umm, stimulating. Everything that is about to happen is very sensitive and secret. Please keep that in mind. Do not ever speak of this evening again. This is as much for your protection as it is ours. If you have a problem with remaining silent it would be best if you leave. If you choose not to keep the secret, I promise you there will be repercussions. Does anyone wish to leave now?"

The woman in pink leveled her gaze across the room. She looked at each of us carefully in turn, scrutinizing us for the slightest movement. Nobody twitched. 

"Very good," she said. "If you could please leave your drinks and then follow me."

I swirled my scotch in the tumbler, gauging the wonders of a single malt. The liquid courage would help. I held the glass to my lips and downed it in a quick gulp. The fiery liquid burned all the way down my throat. Time to move on.

The ten of us formed into a line behind the woman in pink. She led us down a long hallway filled with several nude portraits done in oil. It was the sort of art work that looked semi-pretentious and probably cost a lot of money. The images certainly weren't erotic. Dim lighting cast the corridor in a glow of mystery; in the shadows, my uncertainty was magnified. The hard soles our shoes clicked solemnly on the hard wood floor. We were a line of shrouds, complete strangers with a shared destiny. When she got to the end of the hall, the woman in pink knocked three times in rapid succession on the door. A moment later the door opened and we were beckoned inside.

We were led into a semi-circle formation along one wall of a massive ballroom. In the center of the room was a rug. Lights, set on dim, framed the perimeter. A gargantuan chandelier dangled from the ceiling. Otherwise, the room was void of decoration.

Almost everyone in the room was wearing a mask and a cloak. Those garments, however, came in different colors. The ten of us, the guests, were wearing black. There were approximately thirty women wearing pink, standing along the other walls. In the center, along the opposite wall I could see three women wearing red. There was enough space between them and anyone else that I could immediately tell there was something special about those three individuals.

The centermost woman in red stepped forward, bare feet padding across the floor. For a long moment she stood there, staring out at her audience. She was the lone woman not wearing a mask. That fact, alone, made her unique. Her presence commanded attention. We waited expectantly, twittering with nervous anticipation. The woman was tall and statuesque, with long wavy, red hair. Her pale skin was like porcelain. She was a beauty beyond compare. Her voice was deep, resonant, and smoky. She sounded like a femme fatale from a 1940's film noir. 

"Good evening members of the sisterhood and honored faculty guests. As president of the Kappa Beta Xi I would like to welcome all of you to our annual induction ceremony. All of you will play an invaluable in the ceremony.

"This is your last opportunity to leave. If anyone does not wish to participate in our festivities please step forward now. If not, plan to stay for the duration."

Silence. I could hear the beat, the gentle tup-tup, of my heart. No one moved. 

"Excellent. Then when I tell you to, the guests in the black cloaks will need to take two steps forward. Then turn and face the wall. Undress. Take off all of your clothes: your shirts, slacks, skirts, undergarments, and shoes. No need to worry about nudity here. I am sure that you will find an evening without clothes much more productive. You will need to place your garments in the box that a sister will be holding in front of you. Your clothes will be safe; you will not need them for the rest of the evening. Make sure you leave your cape and mask on. They exist to protect you. 

"Do so now."

In unison, the line of black cloaked figures did as we were told. We stepped forward and turned around. Ten women in pink capes, holding large cardboard boxes, stood in front of us. I unbuttoned my shirt, keeping my eyes locked forward on the woman in front of me. The pink cape completely encircled her, so I couldn't tell what she was wearing. She had olive skin and a very voluptuous figure. I felt no hesitation; I wanted to do this. Whatever was going to happen this evening would be the crowning moment of my semester. I smiled at her as I unzipped my fly. She grinned back and winked playfully. I slid my pants down and put them into the box along with the rest of my clothes. I was naked behind a mask and a black cloak, in a room full of strangers. 




Oral Exam Ch. 19



"Turn around."

I did as I was told. A new vision greeted my eyes. Kneeling in a semi-circle around the woman in red were ten new figures in white capes. They were facing away from me, but as far as I could tell they were not wearing masks.

"Welcome," the woman in red said, "to the incoming class of Kappa Beta Xi. All of us, everyone here in this room, is here because we share common traits. We are propelled by our courage. We form bonds of unbreakable loyalty. We thirst for satisfaction. We hold ourselves to a unique moral standard. 

"Sisters, for I can now call you that, you have taken several challenges upon yourselves. The most significant was to ask a guest to join us in our evening's festivities. This guest could not have been just anyone. They had to be an instructor, a member of the faculty, or a member of the school administration. They were required to have been someone you seduced, with hopes that they would ease your way in this school.

The President's voice became deep and proud, "We are a sisterhood of sluts. We have fucked and sucked our way to the top of our classes and we will continue to do so in the future. Tonight we seal the deal. We will share a bond with the faculty that consists of our cunts, our mouths, our tits, and our asses. 

"I will stand in front of each my new sisters in turn. When I do, be ready for the kiss of sisterhood. It will be the first, but certainly not the last, that we will share. When our lips, part take off the cape and let it fall to the ground. Turn around and let the audience take in your treasures. That will just be the beginning. They will be sampling them tonight.

I was in shock, flabbergasted at the evening's events. Sure, sorority induction ceremonies had been a part of my fantasy life ever since I my freshman year of college. What guy wouldn't dream about the secrets of a sorority house? Fresh, teen, nubile flesh, lingerie parties, pillow fights gone wild – the possibilities drove me wild. Somehow, I assumed, probably like every other guy, that these thoughts were just fantasies. Sorority women were not horny sluts with a craving for "going Greek." Hazing and sexual rituals didn't really exist. Coed, naked, greased Twister was not an everyday occurrence.

Or so I thought. I guess there was at least one sorority that was still very sexually driven. What kind of campus group would require an inductee to seduce a member of the faculty? Exactly who were the people wearing the black cloaks standing next to me. Were they members of my department? Friends? Professors I had classes with? Supposedly, they had all fucked a student too – otherwise they wouldn't be here. 

A new question of a much more personal nature came to my mind: Did Jessica originally offer me the blowjob / grade exchange for class or for sorority reasons? How did Jessica feel about me now? Had we moved into something different? I wondered. Would this new knowledge change how I felt about Jessica? Was I merely being played or was everything a happy circumstance?

I wasn't sure how to feel about this new revelation. I felt an anger simmering inside of me. I knew I could control it, and keep it from boiling over, but it was there. I felt used, raw. And ashamed, because I had done just as much using back. 

The woman in red stepped in front of the first inductee. She pulled the shimmering white, cloak back off of the inductee's shoulders. My breath came as a gasp when I saw that the woman was nude under the cape, except for a lacy, white garter around her left leg. The naked woman was tall and thin. Her skin was a deep golden brown except for white tan-lines over her fleshy ass. Her honey blonde hair spilled long and straight most of the way down her back.

The woman in red drew the naked beauty close, enveloping her in the red cape. Their women's lips met in a kiss. Bold, lingering, sensual - time stopped for the two women. They were the focus, the centerpiece attraction. The audience murmured in appreciation of the moment. This was perfect intimacy in front of a room full of onlookers. 

Then the woman in red broke the kiss and tugged on the string holding the cape around the woman's neck. The white fabric tumbled to the floor, leaving the naked teenager to be soaked up by the audience's gaze. The nude woman stood rigid and unwavering as the President continued down the line to repeat the process with the next inductee. 

I could feel my excitement growing as each new woman was revealed. I think I could also sense the same excitement in the two people standing next me. The person on my left was a tall guy with salt and pepper hair and a goatee. To my right was a woman with olive skin and dark hair down to her shoulders. When I looked her direction she smiled and blushed. There was embarrassment in knowing that we were guilty of committing the same crime.

Each woman stood facing away from me. Since I could only get a rear view, their faces (and identities) were still hidden. I wasn't objecting; that line of taut, teenage asses was incredible. 

Shannon was the fourth woman revealed and Jessica was number eight. I recognized both of them immediately. I knew them by the way they held themselves, their curves, their tone of skin, and their hair styles. Those two women were a permanent part of me, a segment of my psyche that I could never forget. 

The woman in red reached the end of the line. Ten beautiful women were naked before me. The President walked back to the front of the room and spoke, "I now hail each of you as my sisters. One more task, however awaits you. Turn around to receive the charge that all of your other sisters before you, including me, have taken."

In unison the ten women turned around. My heart nearly stopped; sweat beaded on my forehead. I felt my chest beginning to contract in upon itself. I wanted to weep, but tears would not be enough to express. Incredible. I don't think there was any other word to describe the moment. I had never seen such a fine assembly of naked, female flesh. 

"Inductees, kneel on the floor," the President ordered. Together the line of women knelt down on the rug in the center of the ballroom. I could see a look of anticipation on each of the women's faces.

"Faculty guests, please stand in front of the inductee who invited you to this function. Approach one by one."

I filed behind the person next me, crossing the large ballroom. I made a beeline for the sexy coed who invited me to this very odd event. I was awestruck. I don't think Jessica ever looked as beautiful as she did at that very instant. There was peace and tranquility in her visage. She was radiant, her blonde hair dimly shining in the half light. She could not hold back the warm, twinkling smile across her face. Her eyes were alive with laughter and charm. For a better part of this semester, Jessica had been living for this moment. She had wanted so desperately to become a member of this sorority. Everything she had asked for had come true. All she could do was revel in the moment. 

But I also felt something dark inside of me. A new sort of emptiness lay at the pit of my stomach. There was a rage, deep and chill, that threatening to bellow forth. For the moment, my emotions were in check but that could change. I didn't like the game that had been played. When this was all over Jessica and I would need to talk. I had to have answers. 

Jessica gave me a slight nod as I stood in front of her. We found ourselves together again. This time she was naked in front of me, kneeling on the floor, and in full view of her future sorority. .

"My new sisters," the President said, "you are now to perform the role that hundreds of Kappa's have performed before you. You are to pleasure every member of the faculty before you, starting with the person directly in front of you. This is symbolic of our sorority's devoted relationship with the university. Use your mouth and hands. All of your skills are required. Make them want you, like any good Kappa should. In one minute's time I will tell you to shift. Pleasure the next instructor too. And so on, until you arrive back to where you started.

"A sister should be in control of the person they are pleasuring. Do not let your partner find relief too early. That must be saved until you find yourself back in front of the person you invited. We, the members of Kappa Beta Xi, may be sluts, but we are the best sluts around."

"And now..." the woman in red paused for a long, dramatic moment. "The oral sex."

Jessica threw back the fabric of my cape and took my cock into her hands. I was already hard from staring at the long line of naked beauties spread out before me. Jessica, while batting her eyelashes, implored me, "I've wanted to give head so much, Professor. I have wanted so desperately to have a cock in my mouth. The last few days, without dick, have driven me wild. Unfortunately, I am going to have to share with nine other women. Can you deal with that? Is that ok? Please save it for me, Professor. I want to drink your creamy cum at the end."

I nodded, forcing myself to grin. This wasn't the time or place to express my frustration and confusion. For the moment, I locked away my emotions. Maybe I would get a chance to re-express them later that night.

I think Jessica could sense that something was wrong. She knew me too darn well. Instead of inquiring, she just swallowed my cock. Soothing warmth enveloped my body. I was melting; all hostility was floating away. I felt like I was submerged in a gentle pool. Everything was calm and wet. Her lips formed an unbreakable seal around my tool. The suction was indescribably sublime. She took my cock about half-way down and then pulled back. Jessica fluttered her tongue teasing the base of the head.

I knew that the President was asking the impossible. How would any of these ten individuals survive such delightful and experienced cock-suckers and cunt-lickers? I tried to relax, to control my breathing. Jessica's mouth felt so damn good. Every lick hit a new spot, egging me towards the edge. Jessica, that little wench, was not taking it easy. She had something to prove by blowing me. It seemed like she was turned on by the audience, the situation, or perhaps she just wanted to slurp down some bone. Whatever the case, she had pulled out all of the stops. My poor cock. How would it last?

"Switch."

Jessica scooted one person down. She was replaced by a short woman with dark hair and a jovial face. While not fat, she was a larger woman with mammoth boobs. Her face was wet with what was probably cunt juice. She had been licking the pussy of the woman standing next to me. 

We looked at each other, neither of us really knowing how to proceed. Situations can become very awkward at strange times.

"I'm Brenda," she said, breaking the ice.

"Nice to meet you."

"May I?" she asked, seemingly a little embarrassed by the situation. Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She licked her lips and batted her eye lashes.

How could I say no? "Go ahead," I said with a nod. While this girl was obviously into other women (she invited a female professor), she also knew her way around a cock. Brenda proceeded to lick up and down my dick. Saliva drooled out of her mouth, making everything very nicely wet. The flat of her tongue caressed me, massaging my length. She never really took me very deep, but that wasn't necessary. With Brenda, it was all about the slide, the gentle movement of the lips and the tongue.

I threw my head back and moaned. Wet, lapping sounds were all around me. The crowd murmured in delighted appreciation. I looked over at what was occurring next to me. Jessica was busy deep-throating the older gentleman to my left. I think she had him at the back of her throat. He seemed smaller than average size, which posed no real threat to the skills of my blonde cutie. Jessica seemed to be enjoying herself. She was diving in with relish and cocksucking for the thrill of it.

Although it was erotic to watch Jessica work, I quickly emerged from the danger zone. Brenda's long licks felt amazing, but she wasn't pushing very hard. Instead, she was content with easing along, relaxing, and savoring the blowjob.

"Switch."

A tiny Asian girl with cherry-red lips and long eye-lashes scooted in front of me. She meant business. Without saying a word she took my cock in her hand. She gave the length a long lick and then sucked in the head. It popped in and out of her mouth, making obscene noises. Her hand twirled in a spiral motion, sliding up and down my shaft. This girl was stroking in addition to sucking.

The Asian beauty smiled up at me. I was overwhelmed by her raw beauty. She seemed so delicate and small, a perfect doll, holding my cock. This girl's mouth was tiny; she could hardly suck me down. But she tried, and that was adorable. 

This girl was a pro. The skilled twist of her wrist told me that much. Her ease – her movements – was a marker for experience; before tonight, she had certainly clocked hour after hour giving fantastic head. 

I was awestruck. All of these women were amazing. Did the sorority host BJ seminars? Their skills could probably not be rivaled by any other group on campus. Every single one of them was a slut, a grade-whore that used their sexual proclivities to get to the "head" of the class. They were cock-sucking champions, women hand picked for their ability to slurp down a dick. 

"Switch"

The honey blonde that was at the front of the line gave my dick a kiss as she knelt down in front of me. Addressing my dick directly, she said, "Hello big fella. How would you like to go into my mouth? You look very tasty." She then looked up at me and said as she settled herself, "I love cock. Pussy is great too, but cock is what it is all about. Meat is what I want. Without the meat a person just doesn't do it for me." With those words the kooky blonde showed me her true adoration of dick. She was good – very good. The blonde's technique was wet and sloppy, spitting and kissing my cock with a passionate fervor. She kept rubbing my cock against her face, letting it pop in and out of her mouth as it slid by. 

"Suck it, you nutty bitch," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. The feeling began in my dick and radiated outward. I was losing myself again. I could feel the weight of four different blowjobs; six more were left. I ran my fingers through the sorority slut's hair. It was so silky and smooth. I absentmindedly twirled it around my fingers and tugged.

The woman looked up, and smiled. "Naughty boy. Keep doing that and we will become good friends." What the fuck?! Trying not to roll my eyes, I looked down and nodded. My fingers were wrapped in her hair, and I started to pull. The blonde's hands slid around my waist and grabbed my buttocks. She pulled herself onto my tool as I dragged her by her hair. She was yanked back and forth, never letting my dick fall from her mouth. I pulled her tongue up and down my shaft. She gagged as she looked up at me. I groaned in approval.

"Switch"

The blonde moved down the line. In the break, I tried to control my breathing. In-out; in-out. I questioned whether I would be able to make it until Jessica made it back around.

The next woman was an African-American with light mocha skin. Her long hair fell in dark waves over her shoulders. Large, ski-jump breasts, with tight, round nipples, hung high and firm upon her thin frame. 

She lightly nibbled on the end of my dick as she looked up at me. A smudge of red lipstick trailed off of her lower lips; her make-up was smeared and a little drippy. I reached down and pushed away a few stray strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes. This gentle moment seemed out of place for the events swirling around us. I am not sure how to put my finger on it. Tender perhaps? My hand strayed as I gently brushed her cheek. I felt the warmth of her skin. The whites of her teeth glistened as she smiled back.

"Poor boy, you look like you are ready to burst." Her voice was thick and lustrous. Listening to her was like falling into a deep winter's dream. "Those women took no pity on you, did they?"  

"Nope." I stared into her eyes. They were boundless, brown pools. While my breathing had fallen back to normal, I felt my knees go weak. It felt like everything was spinning around me. My mind went blank; there was only her. I tried to form sentences, words, but I was lost. 

"Well, I will take it easy on you and let you recover. How's this?" I felt her hand pull up on my cock, moving it out of the way. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, curled into a tight tip. The end of that small, pink snake touched me – faintly – on my nut sack. She looked up at me seeking acknowledgement. I nodded, holding my breath, waiting for the next touch. 

"And this?" she asked. It came again, and again. She washed down my balls with her tongue, slathering them lightly with a thin coating of saliva. There was no pressure. Instead, the feeling was pure relaxation. I just threw my head back and floated.

"Switch"

I wasn't ready for this dream to end; I felt sorry to see the woman licking my nuts move down the line. I felt something unusual in that moment. I guess it is natural for me to feel something about the beautiful coed who is busy tea-bagging my balls. Strange, and I didn't even know her name.

A tanned woman with blonde hair and black roots was the next to take my cock into her mouth. With legs that went on forever, she was an Amazonian dream. She stood proudly at about 6'0." Every inch of her was lean, and muscled, despite having ridiculous curves.

She looked up at me and snarled, "I bet you want to stick your fucking cock in my face. Go ahead. Feed me your fucking cock."

I looked at the female Professor standing next to me. She had experienced the Amazon and heard her less than deferential greeting. Seeing my exasperation, the Prof. just shrugged. 

I held my cock by the roots and began to swing it around. The Amazon brought her face in close, and I slapped her with it. My dick thudded wetly against her cheek and she groaned, "That's right you son of a bitch slap me with your fucking cock." I whacked her again, this from the other side. Her cheeks became rosy where I bludgeoned them. 

This was getting weird (or weirder). The Amazon stuck out her tongue and wiggled it at me. I knew that the President would soon be calling for us to switch again. I didn't want to waste a moment. Sensing that she liked things rough, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked. Her mouth fell open in surprise. I seized that opportunity to shove my cock down her bitchy throat. 

The darkness came roaring back. I could feel my anger being unleashed. My dick slid past her teeth into the back of her mouth. I was standing almost directly over her, thrusting downward. Her eyes were wide with excitement; her lips quivered. I felt my cock hit the blonde's throat. I pulled out and drilled her again.

"I am going to fuck your face, you bitch, until we are told to switch. Take your fingers and hold open your lips, so I have plenty of room," I bellowed. I could see that the two of use were attracting some attention. A fresh wave of mutters and murmurs echoed out from the rows of women in pink lining the wall. I could also tell that I had the President's interest; she just watched and didn't say a word. 

The Amazon did as she was told. She pried her mouth open wide enough that I could give her a hammering skull-fucking. I drove my cock down and in. Saliva burbled up from the back of her throat. I could feel the gag reflex taking over. She made several sloppy sounds that made her sound like she was swallowing. Spit drooled down her chin as my balls slapped her face.

I yelled, "YOU LIKE THE SOUND OF YOUR THROAT GAGGING, DON'T YOU?" without letting up. Each word punctuated a thrust. My hips were a blur. I drove in and out of her face fast and hard. Unbelievably, she was taking most of my rod (probably close to two thirds). I could see her eyes beginning to tear, but she never gave me any signal to stop. 




Oral Exam Ch. 19



"Switch."

I pulled my cock out of the Amazon's mouth. She looked up at me and wiped the moisture away from her eyes. She gave me a strange smile, her lips oddly twisted. "Holy fuck!" she said. "That was a first. I fucking loved it."

"Stop gawking Alyssa, you are taking up my time," Shannon said from one position over. She was the next in line for my cock. As Alyssa stood up, Shannon reached over and gave her a solid spanking on the ass. Alyssa shook her head and moved down the line.

"That bitch is so nasty," Shannon spat.

"It's not a problem for me," I chuckled.

"I saw. You are such a slut. Are you enjoying yourself?" Shannon said from her vantage between my legs. 

I nodded and smiled. I genuinely felt better. For now, my aggression was gone.

"Jessica and I thought you might," Shannon said, as she took my cock in her hand. She put the tip between her lips and began to go down on me. I felt the familiar warmth of her mouth and I groaned. By no means was this Shannon's best effort, I had sampled her wares enough times to know, but it was still very good head. There just were no frills in her performance. 

A thought hit me. "Jessica is the one who invited me here. Shannon, that means you slept with another professor, right?"

Shannon grinned around my cock, before pulling herself off of me. "Yup. I had already done the deed when I met you. Actually, I really needed help with my grade in your class too. What's the difference between putting out for one class versus two? Nothing really. And according to Jessica there were certain perks to not doing well in public speaking." Grinning broadly, Shannon threw herself back onto my rod. 

As Shannon sucked my cock, quite a few questions came tumbling forward. Was her mouth sucking them out of me? A conversation was necessary to get them answered. Perhaps the biggest question of all was whether I really wanted answers to my questions. Time would tell.

"Switch"

"Goodbye Professor," Shannon said, blowing me a kiss. It was the next woman's turn.

The next three ladies were a blur. Wet mouths and sure hands consumed me. My mind was foggy with lust. Quaking and shaking sensations roared across my body. Jolts of pleasure crackled under my skin. Closing my eyes, I tried to maintain focus. I bit down on my lip, wanting desperately to hold everything in. A professor two positions down succumbed early. I could hear him grunt and groan in orgasmic ecstasy. Steely resolve clutched me; I would not be that person. The task had been given. I didn't want to let go until it was time; I wouldn't be premature. This load was for Jessica. 

My only thought was control. The first cocksucker was a brunette with a curly perm and a wicked flick of the wrist. The next was an olive skinned Italian that was all about giving me a sloppy titty fuck. A delicious Latina with over overflowing curves was the final pole smoker in line. Each woman, in their own way, was deadly. They were all skilled cocksuckers with advanced techniques that could have only been acquired with serious practice. One-by-one the sorority wannabes took my cock in mouth; one-by-one they moved down the line.

"Switch."

And then there was Jessica – finally, sweet relief! I felt her pull my cock into her mouth as her hands clutched my ass cheeks. No words had to be said. She swallowed me completely, taking my length as deep as she could down her throat. For several heartbeats, she held that position. We were locked cock to mouth, a dance we had perfected many meetings ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen, members of the faculty, I implore you - Cum," I heard the President yell. 

Jessica pulled back and I felt her begin to stroke me around the base of my cock. I relaxed my shoulders and I felt the muscles in my back un-clench. I held Jessica's head in my hands. She was sucking on the tip while working the shaft. Warm, tingling sensations took over my body. I just let it flow. I could feel the seed spilling out of me, shooting from my cock to her mouth. My knees buckled and I pulled her head deep onto my shaft. Fuck this was good.

Jessica took everything I threw down her throat. She gulped down every drop of the white, creamy cum that exploded from my dick. And she did it with a smile, licking her lips, taking in even the stray trickle at the corner of her mouth. 

She swallowed for the final time, sending the last of my nut down her gullet. I panted for a moment before I leaned down and to kiss Jessica. Uncertainty was still there, but stronger, warmer feelings were asserting themselves. I felt emotions welling up in me, a need to be close to this woman. I gave her a peck on the lips, but it grew into a full throttle kiss. I tasted the salty remnants of my cum. No matter, sharing made things sexier. I needed Jessica now more than ever. 

I was distracted by wails and moans all around me. It seemed that there were orgasms everywhere. The woman next to me had hiked back her cape and was riding a sorority slut's face. The guy on my other side had just shot a massive load all over his cocksucker's tits. That woman then lifted one of her boob's to her face and was delightedly licking the spunky nipple. I couldn't believe it. The scene was surreal. Ten anonymous people (college professors and administrators) were either in an orgasm or coming down from an orgasm while an audience lecherously watched, murmuring in lascivious glee.

I could feel my breath straightening out. Jessica and I broke our kiss and I stood up straight. She took my cock back into her mouth and lightly licked it. "We must get you clean," she muttered softly. I chuckled softly, enjoying the soft ministrations of her tongue.

When the moans died down, the woman in red spoke, "Excellent job. Sisters, for you are now truly part of the sisterhood, please rise." 

Jessica removed my cock from her mouth and stood up. She was facing me, naked, tall, and straight. Her heavy breasts stood proudly upon her chest, her ass curving in a sexy bubble. Jessica's make-up was smudged from all of the oral sex. Spittle dribbled down across her chest. Her smile, though, was not tarnished. She grinned with unabashed and beatific contentment. Despite the stains of sex, she wore a look of proud accomplishment.

The president continued, "It is now time for us all to join together as sisters. Ladies on the count of three, please remove your capes and masks."

"One."

There were around forty women in the room. They were going to remove the cloaks which hid them from view. What would they be wearing underneath those cloaks? I had been wondering all evening, but I hadn't been able to tell. 

"Two." 

The President had said that they would all "join together as sisters." The inductees weren't wearing anything except for a garter. Logically, then, they would be wearing nothing, right? Despite having just cum, I was thrilled at the new world of possibilities opening up before me.

"Three."

As one, the women in pink tugged on a thin, black string around their necks. In unison the cloaks slid off of their shoulders and cascaded to the floor in a satiny pool. Each woman then took off their mask and set it down. Their identity was no a longer a secret. I could make out the individual faces of each sorority sister. 

They were breathtakingly naked. Each woman was more gorgeous than the next. Before me was a cornucopia of tits, asses, and cunts. While I didn't know most of the women, a few looked familiar. There was a blonde that I noticed every Tuesday as I headed off to class. I spotted a tight and toned brunette that I knew who worked in the copy center. That Asian chick on the end looked familiar. Was she the sister that dropped by my apartment earlier today?

Then the President took two steps forward. She undid her cloak. I gasped; my heart stopped. She was among the most beautiful women in the room. Actually, I would go further. She was among the most beautiful women I had ever seen - and she was naked!

Her long, amber hair fell in elegant waves down past her shoulders. Her slender body was a work of carefully honed perfection. With sleek, powerful legs, rounded, feminine hips, and a taut, flat stomach she was every man's fantasy. Her tits, while more than a pleasant handful, were not overstated. Each breast was capped with a puffy, pink nipple that stood proud like a gumdrop. She had freckles all over her body that peppered her pale skin. Her lips were a siren's song – clear, resonant, true. Her eyes were deep pools of blue crystal. She had a small, thin nose and long, curly eyelashes that could have out shone any 1930s Hollywood starlet.

And her cunt – that delightful cunt – was completely shaved! 

"Now that the initiation is complete, the real party can begin," she said with a smile. The edge was gone. She had relaxed and fallen into the role of the hostess. I could hear the tension unravel from the edge of her voice. "Feel free to wander the rooms of this house. Use them as you will. Make good use of them. They are ours for this night. As always, everything that happens here is confidential."

She stood tall and straight, her voice dignified and clear; nakedness was her mantle. "Sisters, remember we pride ourselves in our service to the community. Anything a member of the faculty requests will be granted. Nothing will be ignored. No want will go unsatiated. Faculty, anonymity is yours. But remember who we are. One of us was your past. Many more of us could be your future. After tonight, we will meet again: on the green college mall, in bookstores and bars, and most importantly in your classes. All we ask is that you remember. After tonight we rely on you to do what is right. Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and faculty, follow me." 

She turned and walked towards the door to the left. Her stride was cool and relaxed, like a gazelle. The sea of naked women parted as she strode by. They followed her leaving the room. 

Jessica took my hand and pulled me close to kiss my neck. "Thank you, Professor," she said softly. "Tonight has meant so much to me. You have meant so much to me. I know you must have like a million questions. You and I will need to talk, later."

I stared at Jessica, unsure of the proper words for this moment. I could feel a gulf opening between us. The silence, heavy and real, was oppressive. I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say. 

Jessica slumped inside. A few moments ago she had seemed so confident. Now she was withdrawing inward, to a place of flogging uncertainty. But before we broke, Jessica gave me one more sentence. She said, her voice cracking, "For now, know that I have feelings for you."

I twitched and pulled Jessica even closer. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't expected those words. 

Jessica looked up at me and brushed away a drop of moisture from my eye. She planted a kiss on my lips and then parted. "I don't know that this is totally the right time to speak my mind. I hadn't really planned to say it. But there it is. I just have known, like, for some time and needed, before anything else happened this evening, to express my thoughts. I don't want you to go away."

I gazed at Jessica, arms around her shoulders, feeling her naked body press against me. I could feel the gentle pounding of her heart, beating in time with mine. I looked around. We were the last ones in the ballroom. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Jessica, I do too." 

I could feel her smile. Her body relaxed as she sighed. She pulled me close, our heat blending together. I could feel Jessica's tears as we touched, cheek to cheek. 

"I have known for so long, too," I said. "I just never have known where you stood. You have done so much for me. You have given me life, and energy." 

We kissed for a long moment, tongues intertwining, hands roaming over our naked flesh. She smelled and tasted like relief, hope, and a possible future. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples between my thumb and fore-finger. She smiled when she felt my penis begin to rise. It pressed hard and firm into the cleft between her legs. She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. I could feel my cock slide smoothly into place, against the length of her slit.

"That totally raises another question," Jessica said, grinding against me. "We need to change the subject."

"Ok." 

"I expect there is a lot of pussy in the other room that you would like to try?" I could see a strange glint in her eye. "You would like to get your dick wet Professor, wouldn't you?"

I smirked and gave her a sincere response. "I think, I could be persuaded?"

"Good. I want to see you fuck all of my slutty friends. I want to see it light up their eyes when you bang them with that scrumptious, Professorial cock of yours." Jessica then paused for a moment, as if uncomfortable with what she was going to say next. "But you also know that it is my role to put out for anyone who asks, right?"

I thought and swallowed. "Yes."

"I am a grade-whore. Literally. My sisters and my friends are all whores too. But this is a secret. No one in the university can know." Jessica contemplated for a moment, lost in thought. She crinkled her forehead and then continued, "It is funny, most of the sister's boyfriends have no idea. They know we are sluts, but they have no idea that all their darling girlfriends are willing to give up their snatches for anyone who asks tonight. It is probably the university's biggest secret. It feels, though, so totally great sharing it with you. I don't have to lie. With you I can be the slut that I am."

"Jessica, you know you can be whoever you want to be with me. I feel..."

Jessica cut me off, "I know. And that is what I adore about you. You let me be me. Right now I am a slut. Will I change? Probably not anytime soon, but maybe. Until then, though, you will stand by me and ride this out," she giggled and muttered, "or ride me out."

"Har, har," I said in mock laughter. Then I changed subjects. "I just can't know how big this is. In the world of the university, the implications of this sorority is huge."

"I know. They impressed that upon us over and over again. It is a pretty sweet deal, though. In return for sex, we get grades. For one night, we grease the wheel for the next four years. All we have to do is reveal that we are in Kappa Beta Xi, and any professor that has been to one of these events will give us a sterling record. What choice do they have? It is a double bind for both faculty and students."

I scratched my head. "But doesn't it make you feel nervous and scared."

"Yeah, it is like living on the edge of a knife," Jessica replied. "If this would ever break, we would all be done. But so would the professors and everything would come tumbling down." Jessica grinned. "I am totally not worried, though. I have heard a few rumors of the story exploding, but believe me the sisters can be pretty persuasive." 

Jessica punctuated her last thought with two pelvic thrusts. She said, "Here is what I would like to propose, Professor. Tonight, fuck whoever you want. Bang them silly. My sisters can be pretty good lays. I know, I have done many of them. I will do whatever is required of me. At the end of the evening we will find each other. Our last fuck will be our own. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I replied.

"Cool," Jessica said, her voice suddenly high and girly. "C'mon let's join the party. There is someone I really want you to meet."

Jessica led me by the hand and pulled me into the other room. The walls were wood paneled and classically elegant. In the center was a massive dining table, heaping with finger food and drinks. Beyond that basic information, my brain didn't process the appearance of the room. Decorations didn't matter. There were too many naked women. 

They were everywhere. I didn't know where to look first. I am sure that I was scary and bug eyed behind my mask. Try as I might, I couldn't take in all of those luscious, naked, sorority women at the same time. 

Jessica led me to the other end of the room. I counted black, cloaked figures. There were four (five including me) present. It hadn't taken the rest long to head off for the seclusion of other rooms. I felt a few hands, soft and feminine, caressing my body as I passed from one side to the other. 

Jessica said, "Professor, this is Christina, our sorority's president." 

I didn't see Christina until I was almost on top of her; my eyes had been going in too many different directions. The red headed president was even more delectable close-up than I had thought. She was image of poise and confidence, though the drink in her hand looked like it had loosened her up a little. She smiled, showing me her pearly whites. Quite simply, her smile lit up the room. 

I stuck out my hand and said "It seems a little odd saying this to you, considering we are both naked, but it is a pleasure to meet you Christina."

"Thank you," she said shaking my hand, "But it isn't the first time we have met. I believe that there was another instance."

"Really?" I was surprised. I hadn't recalled ever having seen her before tonight.

"Maybe I can jog your memory," she said, lightly touching my bicep with her fingers. I looked up, studying her face. Christina grinned and boldly pulled me into a kiss. I was surprised at first, but then I gave myself over. Our lips touched and then parted. She bit my bottom lip, nibbling oh so deliciously. My head was in her hands as she controlled the tempo of the kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth caressing me in a deep Frenching. I could get used to the audacity of these women. I was sucking face with a gorgeous woman who I had just met. And then I felt.... 

Something hard poking through the center of her tongue....

Christina felt me tense up and she chose that moment to back away. Lines of laughter circled around her eyes. Christina smiled broadly and stuck out her tongue at me. A single, round, metal stud poked through the fleshy pink appendage. "They say it really helps with blowjobs," Christina said matter of factly, "The warm metal is supposed to feel really, really good on a guy's cock."

For a moment I stood blankly, confused. Then everything came crashing down like a wall of bricks. Information came roaring at me. My eyes squinted and drew the woman standing before me into focus. I drank Christina in via this new altered light. A tongue stud? Did that mean? Yes, I think it did! Despite my mask, she could see the recognition in my eyes....

My God! Christina was the woman I had fucked by the fountain a couple of months ago. Jessica had orchestrated it beautifully; she had kept her dirty, little secret. I never knew who the woman was; a winter cap had been pulled over my eyes. But I was haunted by that fuck. The chill night air, her scent, the clutch of her muscles, her touch, the slap of skin-on-skin, her weight, the beating heart against my chest, the culminating thrusts, the pounding together of two bodies in need, the anonymity of two strangers, the heat, the quaking passion, the lust boiling over into orgasm, the final shudders of ecstatic delight. Everywhere I had gone, I had looked for this mystery woman. I had seen her potential in every female face. She was a phantom, a ghost, a fantasy; I never knew who the woman was that I fucked on that cold winter night. Could she be around the corner? Was she the girl in the too-tight sweater? Was she serving me my bagel at the campus coffee shop? I never knew and consequentially I was in a constant state of arousal anytime I prowled the university. The mystery fuck was an obsession that I couldn't forget. She was always there at the edge of my mind, lingering in wait for that next encounter. 

I did my best to put on a suave sense of cool; I think I failed pretty miserably. "How can I forget that tongue? I believe, my lady, we met by a fountain. Am I correct?" I asked.




Oral Exam Ch. 19



Jessica punched me playfully in the arm. "Oh Professor, don't be such a dork," she said, lightly. "She's exactly who you think she is. You fucked her by the fountain that night and then came inside of her. Later that night, back at the house, I ate your cum out of her pussy. Christina totally gave me the orders to gobble up your cum, although a lot of it had already run down her leg. And I know you think you have been totally sly and stuff but you have been totally obsessed by her ever since."

Jessica and Christina were both grinning in victory. "You both seem pretty proud of yourselves," I quipped. Then I had to ask the obvious question, "Ladies, why did you set all of that up? I am sure it took a lot of effort and it seems like an odd thing to do."

Christina answered, "Every Kappa pledge has to go through a few challenges. It was Jessica's turn so she did all the leg work to make it happen. Her task was to fuck someone in public on campus. So she picked the night, location, and sex partner. Most of the time a pledge chooses a boyfriend or some other student she is banging, but Jessica was unusual. She chose the professor she seduced – you. I was definitely intrigued. Jessica had talked so much about you that I had gotten greedy at the last minute and I took things over. I asserted my presidential privileges, if you will. I just had to sample that meat she kept going on and on about. Lust seized control from there, and I am glad it did. That entire situation was very hot." Christina crossed her arms which pushed up her tits. She smirked at me, rubbing that tongue stud against her teeth. 

She leaned in and whispered, low and breathy so only Jessica and I could hear, "And boy Professor, it was quite a fuck."

Christina was too goddamn hot. I remembered what it felt like to bust a nut inside of her tight, coed pussy. I wanted to revisit that moment. I couldn't let her go by. Besides, I could tell that she was flirting like mad. Did she want to go for another ride? An incredible thought hit me; maybe I could take advantage of this situation. "Christina, I have been wondering something. I'd like to ask you a question."

Her eyes fell to a squint as she sized me up. "Ok. Shoot."

"You said something interesting to tonight about obeying all of the faculty member's whims. You said that it doesn't matter what those whims were or whose whims they might be. They apply to every member of the sorority, right?

"Uh huh," Christina said nodding.

"Those rules apply to you, as well?"

Christina's eyes grew wide as she grinned. She knew exactly where I was going. "Yes they do, Professor." Her voice was like smoky, smooth satin. 

"Very nice. I like the title," I said. I chuckled as I realized that Jessica must have conferred with Christina. "Respect is very nice. And I can have anything I want?"

"Yes." Christina's arms were still crossed, but she was tweaking her nipples as we talked.

"So if I wanted to taste your pussy I could?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied.

"Right here?"

"Right here."

I knelt down on the floor and pulled Christina to me. I stuck out my tongue and touched the bottom of her slit. Christina shivered. I raised my tongue slowly, dipping my tongue inside of her cunt. She groaned. I kept moving. I rotated my tongue in a circular pattern, a swirl. I probed her pink, velvety walls tasting every bit of her delicious hole. Her juices wet my tongue. The tangy flavor of her nectar was intoxicating.

Then I moved to Christina's clit. The little nubbin was already showing itself. Her clit was a beautiful rosebud waiting to be licked. I slashed at it, back and forth, with my tongue. I did a devilish dance, and she rode my face. Christina cried out another time.

I backed away and stood up. "How was that?" I asked.

"Very nice," Christina murmured. She was beginning to pant.

"Good," I said, licking my lips. "But I was thinking how you were talking earlier about sisterhood. I think the ladies need a demo. I want you to be the best Presidential role model you can be for all these young and upcoming sluts. They need to learn from the best. Show Jessica and these other tasty, sorority whores, just what to do."

Christina was beaming. I could tell that she loved where this was going. Exhibitionism definitely seemed to be her thing. And why not? She was absolutely stacked. 

I felt that darker side of me taking control again. This was the woman who was responsible for everything. I continued, my voice taking on a cold and calculated edge, "Princess, get on your fucking knees. I want you to do the deed in front of everybody here. They are all going to watch as you open wide and swallow my cock."

"As you wish," Christina said, slowly moving to the floor. She pushed back her hair and gave me a jaunty half-smile. Christina wasn't hurried or rushed; nor was she reluctant or disdainful. She was fluid sexuality, pure and true. Those spectacular blue eyes pierced me to the quick, as she stared up at me. Taking her time, she moistened her lips and made sure I got a good, long look at the metal stud. Christina threw her head back, opening her mouth into a delicious "O." 

I stepped forward, brandishing my semi-erect rod. I placed my dick in her open mouth and wiggled it around. Christina closed her lips around the mushroom head of my cock. I felt her probe the spongy tip, gently plying it with her tongue. 

The ball of the stud brushed against the sensitive glands on the underside of my dick. The warm metal was unyielding where her tongue was pliant. I felt the stainless-steel ball caressing me, circling round and round, hitting my most erogenous zones. I groaned, as I was overcome by the sensation of the blowjob. Christina opened her lips wide enough to let a mouthful of saliva roll down my shaft. The viscous fluid trickled onto my skin, making everything juicy and wet. Several long stringers dribbled from my balls. She used her fingers to scoop them up and massage the moisture into my tender skin.

"I love a wet cock," I heard Christina say. "I've thought about your cock. I have wanted to suck it again, ever since that night." Those were the last clear words she was able to get out of her mouth. I grabbed two thick handfuls of her red hair and yanked on them roughly. Christina's eyes widened as I seized control. I thrust my shaft into her mouth, and slammed the back of her throat. Christina's mouth flew open; her jaw widening to capacity. While spit burbled up, flowing down my balls onto her chest, she didn't gag. This sorority princess was too experienced of a sword swallower for that to be an issue. 

I looked up and saw that I had the rest of the room's attention. Several young ladies had moved up close to get a better view of the action. They were giggling and whispering to themselves. Doubtless, it was exciting for these ladies to watch their sorority president on her knees getting face-fucked. It probably wasn't a sight they saw everyday (who knows, though, given this sorority – they were all raving sluts). A few other professors were also nearby, sipping on cocktails. One was quietly getting a standing hand job from a naked cutie, while the others just leaned up against the wall and watched quietly. I bet the other professors wished they had thought of my idea first.

I continued to drive my cock down Christina's throat. Her lips formed a delicious suction every time I drilled into her. Spit was everywhere. I grabbed her head and held her down. I counted the seconds: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5... before letting her back up again. I could feel the calm within her breaking down. Her aura of control was shattering. I did it again, my cock pushing until it was sitting at the back of her throat. And there it remained. Seconds ticked away. Ten beats passed before I released her. Christina backed away, gasping. Her eyes were moist; her make-up was smudged. 

I pulled my dick out of Christina's grasp and smacked her across the face with it. Just for fun. "Stand up and bend at the waist," I said. "I am going to fuck your princess pussy now." 

Christina did as she was told. Her pale, rounded ass stuck up, high and proud, into the air. The bare, moist folds of her pussy were so tempting. "Shove your cock straight in there," I heard her plead. I stepped behind her and without much additional fanfare I slid my cock into her cunt. 

Christina was wet and juicy like any young lady of questionable morals should be. She felt amazing wrapped around my cock, but I decided to only give her that single thrust before withdrawing. She had messed with my mind for the last couple of months. Now it was my turn. I wanted her to be teased, to be tormented. 

Her pussy looked tantalizingly sweet, like a summer peach. Christina glistened and gleamed, juice dribbling from her cunt lips. I couldn't let this opportunity go by. I leaned down and kissed each cheek of her ass. And then, before I set to truly fucking her, I decided to take the liberty of giving her one more lick. Her honey rolled onto my tongue. The piquant taste of her juices was like fireworks for my taste buds. Few pussies tasted better. 

After that first thrust, Christina was expecting my cock, not my tongue. "What?!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck, that feels good. Eat me." I curled my tongue and jabbed it inside of her beautiful slit. I made sure to work it in a circular motion, swirling up her cunt juices. Then I stood back and appraised my work. 

Christina's pussy lips were parted and ready for the fucking that was to come. Fluid was leaking down her slender legs. I moved close and placed my cock at the entrance of her dripping, honey pot. I gave her a spanking and she squealed. Then I rammed my cock home. 

As I drove my dick inside of her, Christina's pussy made a squelching, farting sound. I could hear Jessica (who was standing next to me and watching with rapt attention) and a few other ladies giggle at the lewd sound of air being driven from Christina's snatch. She gasped each time, in part because of the invader plundering her depth, but also partially because of embarrassment of the unsexy noises. Hazards of being a slut, I guess. 

After those first few hiccups, I settled into a pace. I found my rhythm and began to fuck. At first, my thrusts were slow and moderate. Christina had a lovely, snug pussy and it needed to savored. Her velvety walls melted past me like hot butter. I could feel her cunt quiver and twitch with every thrust. Her pussy was alive, grasping me with its own need and desire. Wow! The slut president had done Kegel exercises. She probably found time in class when she should have been paying attention to the professor. Her walls gripped me and pulled me tight, caressing me with the ultimate in sensual massages. If Christina kept up this way, I wouldn't last too long. 

That is where I took control. I placed my hands on Christina's hips, digging the balls of my fingertips into her lightly freckled skin. I clutched her tightly, sliding her body back and forth on my rod. There would probably be bruises the next day around her waist where I gripped her porcelain flesh. Christina's pussy was wet and getting wetter with every thrust. I could hear her soft moans as she gave into the sex. Our first coupling was good, but the second time would be even better.

Jessica was rubbing my back and stroking my hair as I fucked her sorority president. It felt so good knowing that Jessica was with me as I slammed into this woman. Jessica nibbled on my ear and whispered with brazen and undeniable intensity, "Fuck her! Pound her slutty cunt! She totally deserves it. She is the president of a nation of sluts. She has turned us into whores, by making us fuck all semester. I cannot count how many times or in how many places she has made me and the other pledges eat her pussy. The insatiable cunt! She would lift up her skirt and we would have to hop to, like it was candy. The sorority house, my dorm room, the library, Cold Stone Creamery, the gym, by the fountain where you fucked her, in the bleachers at the stadium, even the bathroom of the bookstore. All over the campus! Now it is her turn. Own her Professor. I know you can. Show her what it means to be fucked!" 

Jessica's words propelled me forward. They gave me the strength to kick the fuck into full gear. She wanted me to fuck so I fucked. I was doing this for Jessica, my student strumpet. I would teach Christina the meaning of the word "fuck." I drilled her as hard and as fast I could. Nothing was held back. I was raw fury, an insatiably mad dick. Christina's cunt was the destination, over and over and over again. I would pummel it to a drooling pulp. 

Without anything to lean against, Christina was having trouble standing upright. My pounding cock wasn't helping her balance, I just kept pushing her forward. I wouldn't let up; Jessica wouldn't want me to. Sensing their President's need, two industrious, young women came forward. They grabbed her shoulders to help support Christina as I fucked her. They held her up, and as she continued to get slammed. What good friends she has!

The crowd had gone from whispers and giggles to hoots and hollers. I could hear people clapping in rhythm as I drilled the precious sorority president from behind. They were having time of their lives watching this nasty, live sex show. I was the target of several catcalls of "Fuck her hard," "Screw the bitch," and "Do her raw!" 

I could feel the energy from the audience. The power play amused them. The crowd loved seeing their president stripped down, void of stature, writhing uncontrollably on the end of a dick. I had been in the center of an orgy before, but that had been several people having sex at the same time. This was different. I felt like I was in one of those dance movies, where the floor clears and suddenly there is the lead couple in the center of an audience circle. Everyone else is on the outer edge clapping and watching the two dancers on the floor. 

Christina tried to rally, by screaming demeaning obscenities, "Oh my God, put some ass into it! Shove that shit in my pussy. Make it fucking disappear. Harder!! I'm gonna cum on that cock, I'm gonna cum on that cock. More... more... MORE!!!" Christina yelled. "This isn't a walk in the park. Fuck it. C'mon man, fuck it like you mean it."

"Be careful with the shit you talk, Princess," I bellowed as I rammed into her. Christina's words fell to moans as I banged that sweet cunt.

The energy of the room fed my libido. I felt like I was a God, a fucking God, as I drilled Christina in front of all her sisters. It seemed like I could stretch on forever, like I could fuck for all time. I swatted her ass and pulled her hair. I was riding her fucking cunt, like it was some attraction at Disneyland. Maybe this is what happened to Cinderella's evil step-sisters. Maybe they were just misunderstood sluts! Fuck it felt good. Driving, pummeling, ramming, slamming – fucking the shit out of this red-haired slut in front of everyone that knew and respected her.

Jessica, still standing next to me, whispered in my ear. Her voice was like sugar laced with deadly arsenic, "End it, Professor. Stop the fuck and leave her hanging. Let her throb in need. Don't let her cum. Just make her want it." 

I could almost feel Jessica's devilish grin. Her game was too perfect.

I stepped back and my cock slipped from Christina's pussy with a dirty "sploop." She nearly fell forward as her balance shifted. Stricken, Christina wailed, "Noooooooo. I was so close. Fuck me. I need your cock. Pleeeeeease!"

I grabbed Christina by the hair and spun her around. I pushed down roughly on her shoulders and ordered her to, "Shut up and suck on it. You cum only when I LET YOU CUM. Lick your fucking, pussy juice off my cock. Slurp it clean. I know you like it, Princess. Just give me that nasty, slut tongue."

Although she still wanted to fuck, Christina enthusiastically did as she was told. Perhaps head was close enough? There was want in her eyes. I could tell that the fuck had gotten to her. She hadn't actually cum yet (or if she had, she was well on the way to the next one), but she probably hadn't been too far off. My guess was that she was riding the crescendo and was about to climax. As a result, she had given herself over to the dark side of need. Currently, her pussy was empty. So now she was doing the next best thing. Christina was rubbing my spit-coated cock all over her face, planting my rod with a thousand little kisses. 

It felt good to have Christina cleaning my cock. I threw my head back and savored the moment. I was the envy of the entire room. Everyone, male or female, wanted to do what I just did. They wanted to know what it was like to suck and fuck this glorious slut. 

That is why I wanted to give them this opportunity. I was sure that Jessica would approve....

"Christina, stopping sucking and stand up please," I said. I could tell that she wanted to disobey; she wasn't thinking about anything but dick. Was that so wrong? It would be the best kind of insubordination. 

But that would spoil the perfect ending. I snapped my fingers and barked, "Christina NOW!"

Christina looked crestfallen. She gave my cock a final stroke and a kiss on the head. It seemed like she was saying goodbye to a cherished friend. Then she stood up. At first her legs were a little wobbly. Much of the poise that had come so naturally to her was gone. 

"Ok, I want you to select three women in this room," I said, my voice rising above the chatter. I wanted everyone to hear. "I want them to be some of the nastiest sluts in the entire sorority. No wallflowers. Who are they going to be?"

Christina bit her lip and thought for a moment. Her head scrunched as she concentrated. She then pointed as she gave me the names, "Liz... Katie... and Renee."

"Thank you, Princess," I said with mock sweetness. The entire crowd was watching this conversation. "I will be leaving you, Christina. Instead, I will be taking the three ladies you selected to a private room somewhere in this mansion. We are going to then suck and fuck each other silly. I want you to join us – later."

As I kept talking, I raised my voice. I could tell that I had the attention of the entire room. "Before you join me Christina, you have a job to do. I want you first to service anyone in this room who needs servicing. Man / woman, professor / student, it doesn't matter. You need to please anyone who feels the need. I want you to take care of whatever desires they may have. I think that is the role of a good leader, to be the example isn't it? Your ladies have all shown that they can take cock for the cause, now it is your turn. When you are done, and everyone is pleased, find me. To begin with, I want you to start with Jessica here. I think she needs to have her pussy licked." Jessica giggled next to me. Fucking adorable! "She needs some girl-loving. Badly."

I saw Christina's jaw drop; then the crowd broke into applause. I don't think she, or anyone else (other than maybe Jessica), would have ever anticipated the task I gave her. But there it was. I expected that she would be busy for a very long time. That pretty, little mouth of hers would probably be very sore by the end of the night.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jessica hopping up on the centerpiece dining room table. She was spreading her legs and holding open her pussy lips. On her face was a look of pure glee. The pledge and the President were about to switch roles. Christina was about to do the deed; Jessica would be the master for a change.

I chuckled and realized that it was time to move on. I was sure that it would be an interesting show down here, but I had three willing sluts all ready to suck and fuck me dry. I snapped my fingers and said, "Ladies, let's go."

I headed out of the room and up a flight of stairs. The three women, all naked, were following directly behind me. At the top of the stairs was a long corridor with several bedrooms. The first few doors were closed. I could easily hear moans through the wood. What a beautiful thing! 




Oral Exam Ch. 19



A room a couple of doors down was wide open. Three women were on the bed, wrapped in a Sapphic love-fest. One had on a black mask, signifying that she was one of the guests of the evening – a college professor. She was on her back with her legs spread wide. A platinum blonde coed was straddling her face and writhing in delight. She had the professor's tits between her fingers and was squeezing them with relish. Meanwhile, my old pal Shannon was between the professor's legs and was humping away at a large double-sided dildo that she had worked into both their cunts. 

Shannon looked up and saw me in the doorway. Gasping, mouth parted with lust, she waved. I couldn't tell if she recognized me, behind the mask, or if she was just being polite. I was tempted for a moment to join them. The open doorway seemed like a clear invitation for anyone who wanted to play. It would be a delight to nail a member of the faculty other than my dissertation advisor. But then, maybe that goal would be accomplished later that evening. I decided, with some remorse, to move on.

The next room was open and clear. No one was in sight. Perfect. I beckoned the ladies inside and surveyed the situation.

The room seemed to be a study. A massive cherry wood desk was in front of heavy curtains against the far back side wall. Bookshelves, overflowing with dusty tomes, lined the perimeter. Soft, thick burgundy carpeting covered the floor. A brown, leather couch and a couple of matching leather chairs formed a small meeting area in the corner. In the center of the room was a massive globe, in the middle of a brass three-legged stand. I could easily imagine the women behind me leaning on the sphere while sticking out their delightful, coed asses. I would be fucking over the world.

I moved to the leather couch and sat down in the middle. The stiff material creaked from disuse. I would see if we could break it in tonight. Would cum damage the expensive leather?

The three women stood just inside the doorway. This was my first opportunity to take a real, hard look at them. Of course, all three women were naked cuties somewhere between the ages of 18-22. 

The first, Liz, was taut and athletic with light brown hair done up in a French twist. She had a pretty face and a cute, easy smile; her small, champagne-cup tits and tight, tight, fucking tight ass were absolute perfection. Despite being naked, she didn't appear nervous. Quite the opposite, she seemed warmed up and ready to go. 

Katie was the second sorority slut. I recognized Katie the instant I saw her, and smiled; she was the tiny and tempting, Asian hard body who had dropped off the cloak, mask, and instructions at my apartment earlier that morning. What a happy coincidence! She looked like she wanted my cock before. Now she was going to get it. 

The final woman, Renee, was a delicious coed that could have been Marilyn Monroe in another life. At about 5'4" she had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders in ringlets and was stacked with plenty of curves. Her tits were a gi-normous playground; her ass was made for grabbing and spanking. Sure, Renee was perhaps bearing a few extra pounds, a rarity amongst these sorority women, but who the fuck cared? She was sex, molten and true.

With the wave of my hand, I beckoned the women toward me. I smiled, trying to put them at ease. Was such a thing possible in this situation? I didn't know. They looked comfortable. I guess kinky weird sex with anonymous strangers was not that unusual of an occurrence in the life of a Kappa girl. 

"Ladies," I said, "I am hoping we are going to have some fun. Are there any problems with that? I mean it seriously, if any of you have any issues say so and we are cool. I won't take it any further, and don't worry about the rules and whatever Christina might have said. It is no big deal."

I looked at the women. I didn't want to force or coerce anyone into a fuck. Only sex based in free-will is erotic. Liz, Katie, and Renee smiled back and shook their heads. Katie said, grinning, "No worries. We are Kappas. This is what we do. This is who we are."

Well stated.

"Well then who wants to blow me? Who's the biggest whore here?"

The three women looked at each other. Liz was the first to grin and say, "Me baby."

As I beckoned her toward me, I asked, "Are you gonna be good to me today?"

She smirked and said, as she cupped her tits, "I am going to be very good." 

"Then hop up on the couch," I said, "and yummy down on my cock." I was still in a semi-hard state. With a little licking, I was pretty sure I would reach diamond cutter status in no time. "Just lick and suck Liz. There is no need to worry about deep throating or any of the hardcore stuff. Just have a good time. Oh, and I love it when a woman licks my balls."

Liz bounded up onto the couch, like a bunny that wanted to play. She got on her knees and stuck her succulent ass up in the air. Liz put her face in my lap and began to lick. Her tongue began its soft and smooth caress. My head, my shaft, and my balls: she bathed everything in a warm coating of spit. 

Her ass was too tempting, so I swatted at it. She jumped a little, but wiggled that beautiful posterior again. So I spanked her again. And again. In between spankings, I couldn't help but ask, "Suck my cock you bad, little, fucking girl. You know that you are licking Christina's juice off of my cock? Do like the taste of her cunt?"

Liz looked up at me, her eyes flashing in amusement, "Yes, I do love the taste of Christina's pussy. I try to lick it whenever I can. Her flavor, though, is pretty light right now. I'm guessing that she did a good job of licking her juices off of your cock." Liz was amused that I had forgotten that Christina went down on me after I had fucked her. She smiled and then went back to blowing me.

I then realized that the two other women were waiting for my commands attentively. Surprisingly Katie and Renee hadn't moved, although I think they were beginning to diddle with their privates. I needed to remedy that situation. "Katie lay on the floor with your head against the couch. Renee, crouch on her face."

As the Asian girl and the busty blonde got into position, I slid my hand down Liz's back. She was doing a pretty good job (it wasn't the best blowjob ever, but who was I to complain) and she seemed to enjoy giving me head. I cupped the magnificent cheeks of her tight ass, groping each in turn. They were firm and round, with a lot of bounce. I put my finger to her pussy lips. They were moist and unfettered. My finger dipped inside, feeling the velvety smooth inner walls. Liz groaned around my dick. I pulled my finger out and sampled Liz's nectar. Delicious! I just had to do it again – and again.

Renee was now sitting on Katie's face. I looked up from Liz's blowjob and I was completely captivated. As she waited for the first touch of Katie's tongue, Renee's eyes were pools of need. This woman was horny. I could see the burning itch that was about to consume her. All the surrounding sex had crept into her soul. She craved relief, an end to this lingering and tantalizing want. A touch would make the desire worse, but it would also be the first step to satiation.

I think I could hear the wet sound of the first lick, as Katie's tongue touched down on Renee's cunt. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see Renee's cunt being eaten. I could hear and smell it, though, as the haunting scent of cunt filled my nose. Most importantly, I could see the sensations at play in Renee's facial expressions. Her eyes became slits, her mouth parted, and her forehead scrunched in concentration. Renee looked into my eyes and said, plaintively, "Ohhhhhh fuuuuck!!!!." The passion was undeniable. My bet was that Katie was an excellent cunt-lapper. Her skills were written large across Renee's face.

The events continued to unfold over the next few minutes. Katie steered Renee through several minor orgasms. The blonde, cursed and moaned as she ground her dripping cunt on that wickedly beautiful face. I finger-fucked Liz as she continued to blow me. She moaned, gasped, and even squirted a little fluid. I was rock-hard, but not in danger of cumming. Wickedly, I even slid a finger up Liz's tightly, puckered asshole. Liz looked at me in surprise, but she took my digit without complaint. I think, after a few moments of getting used to the invader, she even grew to like it.

Keeping my middle finger in Liz's asshole, I said, "Liz, ummm yeah... I love what you are doing but why don't you lick Renee's titties? Get those gazongas all soppy wet and ready for me to fuck them." 

Without any hesitation Liz pulled Renee up close and pounced. "Boobies!" she squealed with utter delight. Liz pressed her face between those monster tits and began to lick, suck, and spit. Liz smothered herself in those amazingly, bouncy globes of sweater meat. It wasn't long until they were glistening with Liz's saliva. "I love your fucking boobs, Renee. I can never get enough of them. It has been was too long since you and I last got together." There was plenty of natural lube to do the deed.

I slid down on the couch and repositioned myself. My butt was now at the edge. My cock was tapping Liz on the head. I jammed my finger into her ass couple more times, just to get her attention. Liz's face was flush from the body heat of Renee's tits. She caught my signal and scooted away off the couch. Liz gave me a mock-disgusted look and stuck out her tongue at me. I think she was sad to lose those delicious fun bags. But Liz didn't despair. In a true act of loving sisterhood, she knelt on the floor at the juncture of Katie's slender legs. With her head in place, Liz began to eat Katie's cunt. 

I pulled Renee close to me, kissing her once on the mouth. Her lips were warm and wet. I could feel the slightest hint of tongue. I then turned her ear toward me and said, "I am going to fuck those glorious tits of yours. They are so big and beautiful, and I want to feel them wrapped around my cock." I took a long, silent pause as I licked her ear. I could hear her gasp and moan; I wasn't sure if it was my words or Katie's determined tongue that was the cause. 

Then I spoke again, "And if you are good, I might fuck your ass."

Renee moaned again. This time I was sure that it was my words that did the trick.

Renee pulled a boob up to her mouth and gave it a long sensuous lick. Her spit merged deliciously with Liz's. She then put my meat between her tits and then began to move her torso up and down. I could feel the soft cushion of her flesh as her body glided along my cock. She spit, hitting the tip as it poked out from between her boobs. 

"Stick your tongue out. Lick it," I moaned, as I jabbed my hips upward. 

Renee took the cue, and used her tongue on every upward thrust. She slashed at the pee-hole and the sensitive glands along the underside. Each thrust took me higher. Renee implored me, "Love my fucking titties. All the guys want to fuck them. That is all they want to do, screw my fucking titties. Well here you are, screwing them. Aren't you a lucky guy! Fucking them, banging the shit out of them. You are the envy of every dude on campus. I don't even let my boyfriend do it very often. He has to be really nice to me to get fuck my titties."

I couldn't take it. "Massage my cock with those boobs. A fucking titty massage," I groaned. "They feel really nice." This titty fuck felt so amazingly good. God, I was getting close, but I didn't want to splooge all over Renee's tits. Instead, I wanted to fuck her ass. It was so big and bouncy; I fucking loved it. That butt was made for poking with a dick; with that cushion it looked like Renee's posterior could take quite a demonic pounding. I hadn't been inside a woman's ass for a while. This would be a nostalgic experience. Really a nasty, naughty experience – what kind of slut would give up her ass to a total stranger? She couldn't even see my face (I was still wearing this ridiculous mask). Renee would never know anything about me other than that I was some professor that tapped her beautiful, bubble, butt. 

"Stand up, Renee," I said with a lusty snarl. "I need to screw the shit out of your asshole. Lean on that globe and bend over." 

Without fanfare Renee withdrew her cunt from Katie's face. "Naughty boy," she murmured, as much to herself as to anyone else. Renee walked over to the giant globe, and braced herself against it. The tits I had been fucking, squashed down flat against the Asian continent. Renee arched her back, making her ass stick up like a ski slope. The folds of her cunt lips were lovely. At another time I would have wanted to eat out or fuck her pussy. I was focused elsewhere; at the moment, I had other booty to plunder. 

"Guide me in ladies," I said. Neither woman was hesitant. Liz and Katie got up from the floor and stood on either side of Renee. Katie grabbed my hard cock and spit on it a couple of times. She also dipped her fingers into her cunt, getting them all sopping wet. Katie stroked the shaft and worked the lubrication of her spit into my skin. 

Liz pulled Renee's butt cheeks apart, revealing that beautiful starfish. Her asshole was in perfect view now, a target ready to be fucked. But Liz had other ideas. Before I could insert my cock, she leaned down and licked Renee's ass. I could see Liz's pink tongue probe into that dark channel, loosening Renee up and lubricating her inner walls. When Christina said these girls were nasty, she was very right. 

I didn't want to delay any longer. I said, "Steer me in Katie. Help me inside Renee's beautiful asshole." Katie smiled up at me, pushing her dark, silky hair behind her ears, and batting her eye lashes. I made a mental note to devour this Asian beauty after I was done reaming out Renee. Katie lined me up perfectly. I could that small hole against the tip of my dick. Katie twirled her wrist, slightly, against Renee's puckering sphincter. I could see Renee, beneath me, tensing in anticipation. Her breath was controlled. She knew I would enter her ass very soon; she just wasn't sure exactly when.

I didn't know how much anal experience Renee possessed, so I took my time. I eased forward, one hand on her hips the other on her shoulder. She was extremely tight. I pushed in ever so slightly, feeling her sphincter resist the intrusion. I withdrew and then tried again. This was going to be slow. I didn't want to hurt her. Gentle persistence was the answer to anal sex. 

"Oh yup, that's right. That is my ass and that is your dick. Whew! Ohhhhh," Renee moaned as I pushed and pulled. Liz was standing beside me holding Renee's ass cheeks apart, trying to ease my entrance. There was a look of intense curiosity plastered on her face; she was enthralled. Katie moved up to kiss Renee. Their mouths met. Renee muttered something, but it was lost in the Sapphic lip lock. I wondered if Renee could taste herself on Katie. Then I thrust forward again.

The head of my cock popped inside of Renee's asshole. She gave a long keening wail as she braced herself on the massive globe. I paused for a moment, letting her adjust. I didn't want to cause any more pain than was necessary. Liz, sensing a need, moved her hands to the small of Renee's back. She began a gentle massage, trying to work the muscles and ease my passage. 

"Renee," I said softly. "Are you ready?"

She broke her kiss with Katie and looked at me. She bit her lip and nodded. "Oh God, that feels so strange in my ass. I feel so full and I know you are barely in me. Fuck. Do it. Take it slow, but fuck me."

I slid in, deeper than I had been yet. Now that the head was inside, it was much easier to go for depth. "Have you been fucked in the ass before, Renee?"

"Mmmm hmmmm," Renee replied. Her voice was soft and breathless. I could hear the fuck in her words. "I let uhhh... my boyfriend do it once before. He got in, but it hurt... and so I made him... umm stop. I've, uhh, never let him in again."

"So this is the second cock in your ass?"

"Yeah...." Her voice trailed off before picking up again. "I've had a couple of, ummm... toys, yeah ohhhh, up there before but they weren't like your cock."

My momentum was building with every thrust. I could feel the tight, dry heat of her nether walls. I wasn't quite against her cheeks, yet, but I was close. I reached down and groped her ass, feeling the squishy flesh between my fingers. I drove in further, pushing deeper. I was still moving slowly, but that would soon change. I wanted to own this ass. It was going to be mine.

"Do you like my cock in your ass? Do you like being impaled like you never have been before?" 

"Yessssssss," Renee hissed.

"Look at me when I fuck you. I wanna see you pretty face as I bang your ass. Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

I could feel her tense up beneath me. She wasn't sure how to respond to the question. There were two warring answers. 

I spanked Renee. She jumped and I could feel the muscles in her anal cavity contract. I wasn't completely sure if I should push or not, but one thing I had learned was that this was a sorority of sluts. One could usually bet that they would eventually want the fuck to be harder, faster, and deeper.

"I don't know.... Maybe," I heard Renee say in a little girl voice.

Not good enough, I wanted her to make a decision. "Tell me," I ordered.

"Ohhhh that feels good," Renee panted.

She still wasn't getting it. "DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARDER?" I bellowed, driving for an answer.

"Ohhhh yes..." I heard her say meekly.

"Good," I retorted. "I am going to give you what you asked for, what you deserve."

I slid my cock into her, this time pushing until my pelvic bone touched against her ass cheeks. I was deeper inside of Renee's ass than probably anyone or anything had ever been before. I got a strong grip on her waist and made myself ready for the onslaught.

Before I did, however, I had another idea. I still had two sluts just standing around. Why not put them to use?

I spoke as clearly and matter-of-factly as I could. I didn't want my requests to seem like anything out of the ordinary. "I am gonna fuck this slut, but before I do, Katie get on the floor and lick her clit. Bathe my balls too. Liz, be a dirty girl and get on your knees behind me and eat my ass."

I wasn't sure if they would do it. Was I going too far? 

Liz responded first, "That is so nasty. I've never done that before. But fuck yeah, I'm a whore. I'll do as you command. Just tell me how my tongue feels."

Katie didn't say a word and instead just slid to the floor and crawled underneath Renee and me. I couldn't see her, but I am sure that she had a heck of a view as I pounded Renee's butt hole. 

I felt Liz's hand on the cheeks of my ass. She pulled them apart and moved up close. I felt her tongue, so wet and soft, swirling around my bunghole. The sensation began as a tingle. Then a jolt of electricity raced through my body. It felt incredible, like pure energy. Nothing could be nastier. I couldn't envision an act that was higher up on the slut-o-meter. I just couldn't believe that a pretty, little, sorority chick had given in so easily to eating my ass.

Renee moaned as Katie's tongue connected with her clit. I then felt her tongue wash over my nut sack. Wow! 

I couldn't pick a better moment to renew the fuck. I pulled back, until I felt the head of my cock against the ring of Renee's sphincter. Then I slammed forward. I wasn't quite as hard as I could be, but there was sufficient power behind that thrust. Renee grunted as my cock opened up her bowels. I then repeated the process, relishing the force behind my thrust. 

"Fuck my asshole. That feels soooooo full, oh yeahhhh..." Renee groaned, "Oh fuck yeah, I love that dirty cock in my ass, get it all the way deep inside of me. It feels so fucking good deep inside of me, so much better than my boyfriend. Oooh yeah baby, balls deep. C'mon baby... oh shit, you fucker! Oh God, just like that. FUCK!!! Oh yeah, oh yeah. Ohhhhh..."




Oral Exam Ch. 19



I was full-on slamming Renee in her backdoor. Liz was still gripping my hips, trying desperately to hang on. Her tongue didn't always hit her mark, but that was ok. How could I complain about a coed eating my ass? Katie was primarily focusing on Renee's clit. I knew her tongue was circling wildfire on that little nub. One of Katie's hands was banging and jabbing into Renee's pussy. I wasn't sure how many fingers were in there, but it was more than just one. My balls bashed against Katie's hand with every thrust. 

Power on. I could feel that slap of skin-on-skin. Renee was limp and clutching that massive globe with everything she had. I pounded into her, splitting apart that near-virgin asshole. She was a rag doll; she was so fucked.

"I am gonna cum," I wailed. "Renee, I am gonna cum in your ass."

"Do it," Renee responded breathlessly. "I want it up there. Cum! Make me an ass-whore. Shoot your spunk in my dirty asshole."

"Oh shit!!!" I groaned. I clutched Renee's hips and thrust in as deep as I could. I gripped her tight, digging my fingers into her flesh. My knees went weak and I nearly fell. I felt myself unloading. Shot after shot of jizz raced up my dick and into her bowels. 

I held that position for a long moment. I couldn't move. I was dizzy and seeing stars. Instead, I just gasped as my heartbeat tried to find a semblance of normal. 

I pulled my cock from Renee's ass. A pool of nasty liquid poured from her empty sphincter. To my surprise, was Liz on it - immediately. She lapped at Renee's ass and then swallowed down my dick. She could care less where it had come from. My mind blown, I took my dick back and stumbled to the couch. Exhausted as well, Renee joined me. Liz and Katie simply fell into a sixty nine.

I heard a voice at the door. "Mind if we join you?"

I looked up. There was a tall, thin man in a black cloak and mask standing with a college coed, the Amazon from the line-up. He had gray hair and was probably in his fifties. She looked a little worse for wear. Her make-up was smudged and her pussy looked red and swollen. A string of dried, white, cum flakes encrusted her stomach. This woman had been fucked hard and furious. She smirked at me, nodding her head in acknowledgement. Clearly, she remembered the rough and tumble show I put on during the line-up.

"Sure," I said waving them inside. I gestured at one of the leather chairs. "Have a seat." 

"Thanks, that place is insane out there," the guy said as he sat down. He opened up his cloak with a flourish and pointed at his cock. It was soft and dangling freely between his legs. His tool was probably average size, both in length and width. The man then pointed at the Amazon. "Do you mind? My dick may be done for the evening, but that doesn't mean I am ready to give up – at least not when there is a nineteen year old cocksucker around," he asked.

I grinned. "Sure. Go ahead. That's what tonight is all about, eh?"

He grinned back. "Fucking young, tasty coeds? It sure is." Obediently the Amazon kneeled in front of him and slurped his cock into her mouth. He groaned lightly, "Oh, that always feels so fucking good. Suck on it sweetie. Oh, Alyssa, you are such a good cocksucker."

We sat in silence for a few moments, as I surveyed the scene. Renee was passed out on the couch next to me, cum draining from her blown out asshole. I watched Katie and Liz sixty-nining on the floor while a stranger got a blowjob from a fantastic blonde. I couldn't tell if Alyssa the Amazon was enjoying herself. She was simply a head bobbing up and down in this stranger's lap. 

I was struck by the weirdness of the situation. "This whole evening is all a little surreal," I said. "How did you get here?"

The stranger pulled back his attention to answer my question. "Are you asking how I got invited to this party?"

"Yeah, I guess."

The man chuckled to himself as he ran his fingers through Alyssa's blonde hair. I could see the dark roots underneath, creating a layered light / dark effect. "I am here for the same reason that you are, one of my students had a bad grade and she decided the only way to fix it was to offer up her cunt. She told me that she had a track scholarship and that she would lose it unless she got an 'A' in my class. I told her that she would have to just study for the final and she might be able to earn a 'B' at best. That didn't satisfy her." 

The stranger paused and I could hear the building lust in his voice. He was giving himself over to the blowjob as he was telling me the story. "So one night I am in my office grading papers and I heard a knock at my door. Alyssa is standing there in the hall wearing this micro-mini and a tube top, looking like she is straight out of a porno. Fuck wow! My jaw dropped open. But the real shocker was when she asked me, point blank, if I would give her a higher grade if she fucked me. No "hi" or "hello," just "can I fuck you for an 'A.'" I stuttered and stammered, but in the end I agreed. How could I not? I mean look at her." 

"I totally understand. A similar thing happened to me. "

"She was so good," he continued. "That whole night is a blur. She sucked my cock and I pounded her over my desk. I even broke my favorite coffee mug, when I flipped her over. I get hard every time I think about that night. And now here I am telling you this story, totally fucked three ways to Saturday, while Alyssa is sucking my cock."

"So Alyssa invited you?" I asked.

I heard, Alyssa pop the guy's dick out of her mouth. She replied, talking for the first time, "Yuppers. He was my guy. After we fucked, I hadn't been to class for awhile. Why bother? But there was the directive from the president: we had to bring someone to the ceremony. So I stopped by his office and I gave him the invitation. He was a little afraid of his wife finding out, but then I gave him some head. He was persuaded." I wasn't sure, but I think I could hear traces of disdain in her voice.

"Yeah, it is strange," the man responded. He was either in his own world or ignoring Alyssa's edge and tone. "This place is a veritable cornucopia of new, fuckable pussy – an opportunity that I will probably never encounter again – but I keep dragging Alyssa around with me. I have so many choices, but I have been sticking with the one I came in with. I just couldn't get her out of my head after that first time. I never thought I would get another chance with her, so I have to make the most of it."

"Ain't this your lucky night," I heard Alyssa mutter around his cock.

I chuckled at her attitude. "So you haven't sampled anyone else?" I asked.

"I never said that," he said, laughing. "That was amazing, by the way, what you did down there with the President. I would have never had the balls. But once the gang bang started, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I think I was guy number three and she was still hot as hell. Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks," Alyssa chimed in from between the stranger's legs. Her voice was muffled (I think she was licking his balls) but she still seemed genuinely grateful. "She has been riding us pledges so hard all semester. And anytime she was horny we had to eat that bitch out. I enjoyed it most of the time, but it sometimes was annoying. It was nice to see her putting out for a change." 

"No problem," I chuckled. I guess Christina was a true tyrant of the twat. "Do you think they are almost done with her?"

"No way," he laughed again as he pushed down on Alyssa's head. "She'll be at it for awhile. The sisters are taking their turns with her. They have her splayed wide open on that giant table and they were busy sticking unusual things inside of her cunt. At first, they went through some fruits and veggies. Last I saw, they had her humping a water bottle. The President just kept muttering that it was cold. The sisters showed no signs of stopping. I'd bet they are still going at it pretty mercilessly. The president won't know what hit her tomorrow." 

"Yeah, she will either be loving or hating me" I laughed, "Probably both."

Our languid blowjobs were interrupted by the sound of ecstatic screaming. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss, fuck my cunt!!!" Our conversation paused for a moment as we watched Liz moan in orgasm. Despite all of the sex I had seen and participated in, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle. Liz, who was on top, shook and trembled as the sweet waves of relief overtook her young body. It looked like Katie had three fingers deep inside Liz's juicy snatch and was finger-banging her mercilessly. Liz whipped her hair, as she twisted and turned her tight body. Then her body went still. 

After a massive groan, Liz tumbled off of Katie. She lay panting on the floor a few feet from where we sat. Her breasts heaved up and down. Her pussy was wide open and running with clear juices. "Oh fuck, that was good," she moaned. 

Katie rolled over on all fours, her tits dangling beautifully beneath her. She looked up at me, her face glistening with Liz's juices. She flipped her hair and licked the stray cum from her lips. I could see in Katie's bedroom eyes that she wasn't yet content.

I remembered when earlier that day, while standing at my door, she had told me that she wanted to get better "acquainted" with me. I guessed that now was the time. I smiled comically, snapped my fingers, and pointed at my cock. Katie smiled back broadly and nodded with understanding. She crawled over on her hands and knees and began to revive my tired cock.

That first touch, as always, was magic. Katie licked up along the shaft and slid my dick sideways through her lips. I could feel the ache rising in my loins. Taking long strokes, she licked me back and forth, up and down. I could hear the rush in my head, the revelation that I was getting my cock sucked. Her tongue swirled, washing my knob with her lust. After a few moments she began bobbing. That is when I committed myself to the blowjob. And I knew that it would shortly be followed by a fuck.

I looked over at my new-found pal. He had a dopey grin plastered on his face as he pushed Alyssa deeper onto his tool. I could hear her beginning to gag as the shaft rammed the back of her throat. "What an evening, eh?" he said.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I had no idea that anything like this existed. Sure I think any guy who went to college has sorority fantasies, but I couldn't have imagined they actually did this stuff. It is like they learned from Penthouse and then went several steps beyond the pale"

"You said it," he replied. "I will be dreaming about this night for sometime to come. I have gotten so much head that I am in overload mode. I am not even sure when the last time was that the missus went down on me." 

""Poor guy," I heard Alyssa mutter around his cock. 

I was hard once again. Katie had done her best to put me in an erect state. While she wasn't as super-skilled as some of her sisters, Katie more than made up for any flaws in her enthusiasm. The best part was the show; it was just damn hot watching this slut at work. I could tell that she loved what she was doing, that she lived for having cock down her throat. I felt the gag on occasion, but Katie mainly stuck to short quick strokes and flicks of the tongue. Katie was my second Asian girl (the first had been in the BJ line tonight), and that simple fact made the head that much hotter. Now though, I was ready for a first.

I looked at Katie and said, "Wanna fuck?"

She pulled her head off my cock and pouted her baby lips. Then her face broke out in a mischievous smile. "Absolutely, I was hoping you would ask."

Katie stood up and diddled her clit for a moment. The other hand toyed absently with a perfect, perky nipple. She looked at me with an insane intensity, as she played with herself. I think it was a preview of the wonders to come. 

She took a step forward and kneeled over the couch. Katie' cunt was suspended over my dick. I looked over at the other couple. Alyssa was doing the same thing, a blonde mirror image of my Asian fuck buddy, to the guy sitting on chair across from me. Katie moved her hand from her clit to her cunt lips. She parted them easily. Then she began to descend.

I think the stranger and I groaned as one. I felt Katie slide down, taking the length of my rod deep inside of her. I shook my head, letting the sensation hit me full-on. I looked over to see the Amazon sitting balls deep on the other guy's cock. I reached around and gripped Katie on the ass. Her cheeks were rounded and firm. I felt the smooth, supple skin under my hands. I cupped her butt cheeks only to feel them rise under my hands. Katie had begun to fuck me.

Katie was slow at first; the movements were soft, almost gentle. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone, sending tiny jolt along her body. I could feel heat blending where we joined cunt to cock. Her hands were on my shoulders as she used her legs for leverage. 

I felt another set of hands on my nipples. Renee was awake. She brushed hair out of her eyes as she looked over at Katie and I. Her hands played with my chest, tweaking the nipples, roughly. I could feel the soft lick of pain, as Renee rolled it between her fingers. 

I could hear Katie moan in a high-pitched screech, "Oh yes, make me feel good, make me feel good. Oh yess.... Please make me feel good... yes... mmmm... oh, oh, oh, ohhhh...." She took her hands off my shoulders and was rubbing her tits. I watched them bounce as she tweaked and toyed with her nipples. She pushed them together feeling their heft and weight.

"How's this for making you feel good?" I grunted. I thrust my hips upwards, jamming my cock into Katie's tiny body. She responded by backing into me with more fever and force. Katie threw her head back and gasped. She had been in a constant state of arousal for a very long time. Katie had spent most of her time with her face buried in either Renee's or Liz's pussy. In fact, I wasn't sure if she had cum yet this evening. That much pussy without relief would have been torture. Still holding her ass, I pulled her down onto me and then pushed her back up again. I could feel us crashing together, one body breaking against the other.

That is when I felt Katie give way to orgasm. I watched her eyes carefully, as they rolled back in her head. Her body became taut as all of her muscles tightened at the same time. Her lips parted in a moan, but no sound issued forth. 

I picked up the pace of my fucking. I continued to buck my hips throughout her orgasm, raining into her with a constant stream of thrusts. I jack-hammered my dick upward as I continued to tightly grip the cheeks of her amazing ass. 

"Oh shit that feels good," I moaned, unable to contain myself. Katie grinned down at me from her vantage point. I felt her tight pussy clutching me, cradling my dick within her walls. 

I looked over at the couple across from me. I could see the Alyssa sliding up and down on my new friend's cock. She was beautiful, her long blonde hair trailing down to the small of her back. Long, perfect legs curled underneath her. The Amazon's tanned skin shimmered with sex-induced sweat. 

My friend caught my gaze. He asked me slyly, "Wanna trade?"

Why the fuck not?

I nodded and smacked Katie on the ass. She got the message and uncorked her pussy. Alyssa did the same. And as simple as that we traded women.

I got up from the couch. I enjoyed being ridden, but I now ready for a different kind of fuck. "Alyssa why don't you lay down on the couch and spread your legs," I said. "I'd really like to fuck your pussy like I fucked your mouth earlier."

"That sounds romantic," she shot back, grinning. "You really know how to woo a girl. You're a fucking charmer."

"That's right. Have you been busy screwing instead of studying? Well I hope so. Let's see if you are a better fuck than you are a student." I retorted.

"Oh really? I am an amazing fuck, you lame ass wannabe. Fuck you, it's not like I'm that impressed with your Wee Willy Winkie," she responded.

But she would be! Those words, got me going. If she was going to give me attitude, I was going to give it right back. Fuck her! I pulled apart her shaved pussy and admired a piece of jewelry dangling from her clit. I didn't have time to waste on trinkets, though. This cunt needed to be fucked. I threw her legs over my shoulders, and with no special preparations I rammed my dick home. Her pussy was wet and ready for my cock. This girl had been fucked sloppy raw all night. I could feel where her muscles had just given way for the evening. It didn't matter. I drove my dick home, plowing her for all she was worth.

I looked down as I slammed into her. At first, I could see amusement in her face. Then something changed. Perhaps, at that moment she realized that I meant business, that I was going to fuck her and fuck her hard. I wasn't some over-aged, past my prime professor screwing around on my wife. At that point, she snapped. Her face formed into a grimace. She pursed her lips and spit into my face. I just kept banging and spit right back at her. 

Alyssa's mouth formed into a snarl as she howled obscenities at me. "Oh fuck that pussy, you goddamned pussy. You whore! You nail a student and you think you deserve my cunt, fucking fuck? My pussy is too good for you. It isn't worth your pity grades. Ohhhh... mmmm.... You have to earn it. Slam that shit in there. Yeah, now you are getting it.... Fuck yeah. Do it! Ram it home, none of that pansy-ass shit I had earlier. Fuck me like a man not a pussy!"

Each word, each syllable, each breath drove me forward. I increased the pace pounding her harder. Her tits bounced with every banging thrust. Our hips collided with unspeakable force. I felt the dangling metal bit piercing her clit biting hotly where my flesh met hers. We would both be bruised the next day from what we were doing. 

I felt Alyssa wrap her long legs around my back pulling me deeper into her cunt. I was humping full-on, feeling that cunt so smooth around my dick. I leaned down and bit her on the nipple. Nothing light, this slut needed to be put in her place. Instead, I bit sharp and hard. Then I tugged pulling her nipple up from her chest. Alyssa howled in pain, but then screamed, "That's right you fucker, bite my fucking titties."

I am not sure what came over me. The sex was a hurricane, a force of nature that was consuming me completely. I put my hand on her throat and I felt her pulse underneath me. Alyssa's eyes went wide; shock lit up her face. And then she spit at me again. "Fucking choke me. I dare you," she snarled. 

I squeezed, just ever so slightly. Alyssa could still breathe, but she could also feel the strength of my hand gripping her neck. Her lips parted and her eyes rolled back in her head. I heard a grinding sound as she gnashed her teeth together. Alyssa came right there.

I was close to coming myself. I could see that Katie was riding my friend, bouncing up and down on his dick. A glassy look had settled over his face. I was betting that he was close to shooting as well. Both of us were ready to go. The only question was where we would cum.

My answer was decided for me. As I was looking around the room I saw Christina and Jessica hand in hand in the doorway. Christina, the once untarnished leader of the sorority, was a cum-caked mess. It looked like she had been the center of an orgy (probably because she had been the center of an orgy) that had not treated her too kindly. Jessica, looked as beautiful as ever, and not too much worse for the wear. 

In my lust addled haze, one thought rose up clear and true, "Christina, you arrived just in time. Lie the fuck down on the floor, Princess. I am going cum on your pretty face."

Christina raised an eyebrow and nodded. It looked like she had already been heavily abused this evening. A fresh load of jizz wouldn't do too much more damage. Without a peep she did as she was told. Christina lay on the floor; her naked form glimmered with thin sheen of sweat. She spread her legs, showing us a well-fucked cunt, drooling with juices. Her auburn hair was matted and disheveled. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide as she did so. Her pink tongue made a perfect target. The regality was gone, but damn Christina was fucking beautiful. 




Oral Exam Ch. 19



I blasted a rope of cum, splattering Christina's face. This was a dream coming to completion. I had wanted to have my mystery woman for so long; the relief of cumming felt that much sweeter. Part of the baby batter landed in her mouth, the rest across her cheek and chin. The second shot sprayed across her forehead. The third and the fourth nuts gooed her neck. The fifth, a mere dribble, fell into her mouth before sliding down her throat.

At that moment I realized I wasn't alone. The other professor also decided to use Christina's face as a cum rag. I watched with an odd interest as he sprayed her down. Face, mouth, tits – everything took a hit. Christina was a fucking mess.

But that was ok. Liz crawled over and started to lick and kiss her face. I thought I had seen it all that evening, but that moment was the true capper. One woman licking two guy's cum off of her sorority president's face. That image was the true meaning of sisterhood. 

It was still dark when Jessica and I left the mansion together. My evening didn't end when I jizzed all over Christina's face. Rather, I fucked a few more women after that. One round with Christina was not enough. I had to sample that snatch another time, missionary style. I also took a turn with the African-American pledge who gobbled my nuts in the line-up. She was just too tasty to pass up. I watched Jessica bump cunts with the olive-skinned Italian beauty, while I fucked Liz from behind. Liz was as tight, juicy, and nasty of a young cunt as I had been hoping that she would be; I even finished off in her ass. I finally capped the evening by eating out a curly headed-brunette coed while her Latina friend rode me like a bucking bronco. I remember thinking mid-fuck, as I often did, that I needed to bang more spicy Latina women. Maybe I would give that task to Jessica later – bring me more Latinas! In all, I think I came five or six times that night. While there was more pussy to be had (I really wished I could have gotten to the wacky, honey-blonde pledge that did such spectacular things to my knob), I didn't think I had any more jizz to give. I was shooting blanks, and starting to get pretty sore. 

I am not really sure how many partners Jessica had at the mansion, since she was pretty closed mouthed about it. She spent part of her evening paired up with me, playing the voyeur and watching from a distance. It was exciting to see the look on her face as I banged some friend or acquaintance of hers. I think she was as aroused as I was (if that was possible) to see me fucking her sorority sisters. The rest of the time Jessica seemed to be exploring her lesbian tendencies. I think she was a favorite amongst the older sisters, who seemed to enjoy taking their turns with her. Did she have sex with any of the other professors? I wasn't positive, although I think I overheard her talking about a professor who came onto her after the Christina show in the dining room. 

Together, Jessica and I crawled into my car. We were both exhausted, drained physically and mentally. The sun would be coming up in another hour or two. I put my hand on the arm rest as I palmed the wheel. The road stretched out for miles and miles. Everywhere I looked, I saw a cornfield. Snow was coming down, laying a glistening blanket over the dead, decapitated corn stalks. A twinkling heaven of stars was above me. Everything felt right; Jessica was the woman I was going home with.

The moment felt perfect, but I learned it could still be improved upon. 

I felt Jessica slide her arm alongside mine. Jessica was going to hold my hand; I knew at that moment that I had found perfection.

Jessica twisted her wrist and her fingers were rubbing my palm. The tips of her fingers were gentle. Still I could feel her probing me, seeking out the unique contours of my skin. Jessica traced a line that ran across my hand. Was there meaning in that line? Did she have the key to unlock it? Could her touch be that strong? I think perhaps it was.

We locked fingers and I felt connected. I think I could feel her pulse, our hearts beating in synchronicity. The first time Jessica approached me, when she suggested an "oral exam," I didn't know what to think. She was hot, sexy, and gorgeous – but she was a sex object. Somewhere, and I am not sure exactly when, her role changed. Jessica had become more important to me than anything else I could think of. My thoughts always drifted to her. 

We spent the rest of the drive in tender silence, holding hands. There was no need for words. Our touch spoke for us. I parked my car and led her up to my apartment door. While standing there I kissed her lips. They were soft and warm and full of promises. We lingered there for a long moment and then I opened the door.

A few minutes later, Jessica and I stood in the dark, embracing in my bedroom. My lips kissed her neck as she unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled off her halter and tugged down her jeans. Together we undressed, sharing the moment, revealing our nakedness.

We fell to the bed together, locked in the same enduring embrace. Our heads hit the pillows, and we were still holding each other. My hands lightly caressed her back, examining every curve, every detail of her skin. I felt Jessica's breath on my neck, a whisper of her essence.

"Thank you for coming home with me," I murmured softly into her ear.

"I love you," Jessica responded. More than anything else, those were the words I longed to hear. 

For much of the evening we had been apart. We had spent our time carousing with others in the most intimate ways. I had gotten to know several women carnally, in instances that would normally have been reserved for total privacy. But those expressions were not intimate themselves... certainly not like this embrace. This was more than sex. I felt safe with Jessica in my arms. I felt like everything was right, like there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I could only hope she felt the same. 

And so we held each other....

My eyes fluttered open.

The first thing I saw was her. Jessica. Her head was on the pillow next to mine, facing me. A few stray strands of blonde hair fell over her face. The rest of her mane fanned out across the pillow. Her hand was on my back, holding me close and pressing her chest into mine. 

She was awake. I saw her light up as I began to adjust to the waking world. Her smile curled, deep and thoughtful. I could tell that she had been up for some time, pondering.

"Are you my boyfriend?" Jessica asked. Her voice was light, but with a serious edge. Her eyes held mine. I could see a story in their depths. As of yet, there was no ending. But she wanted one. And so did I.

My words poured out without thought. "Yes, please oh yes. I have been wondering that question for so long."

"Then why didn't you ask?"

"Considering how we met? I wasn't sure what you wanted." I paused. "Jessica, you mean everything to me. You said it to me tonight. I have to say it back. I love you; I have known for a long time. I have wanted to say it so badly, so many times. But the last thing I wanted to do was stifle you. I never wanted to be the guy that held you back. I never knew what you wanted of me and where we were. You were, are! a mystery that seduces me more and more everyday. I am not sure what that means, but I can hope that we work it out together."

I was surprised to see a tear trickle from Jessica's eye and roll down her cheek. She didn't do anything. It just fell in a stream down her face. 

Then she smiled and pulled me close. I felt her lips touch mine, gently without undue pressure. Her touch was feather light and more about the connection than anything else. This kiss was a first, a new kiss in an eternity of kisses. 

Our lips parted.

"I have been so scared of saying anything," Jessica said, her voice clogged with emotion. "I have been so afraid that you just think I am some stupid whore or silly, little slut. I have totally wanted to ask the question, but I have been terrified that I was nothing more than the thrill of sex. How does one go from being the sex bunny to the girlfriend?"

I kissed her a second time. That kiss was even better than the first.

"Can't you be both?" I asked, gazing into her eyes. "I want you both, Jessica. You are both, right? How would you divide yourself?"

"Really?"

"I want you, Jessica. All of you. It sounds hokey, but I want to learn everything there is to know. Besides, I am as guilty as you are. I have been complicit in every scheme. I have been a willing partner every step of the way. There are some things that I have done, that I shouldn't be proud of – but there they are. Can you accept me too?"

"Yes," she said brushing another tear away. For a long moment we stared at each other. Through silence we drank each other in. Then in angel's whisper Jessica said, "Make love to me. Really make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me in a way I have never felt before."

I held her head in my hand and I kissed her for a third time. Our lips touched and they didn't part.

And for the first time we – Jessica and I – made love.

I lay on top of her feeling the heat from her body pressing into me. Despite everything that had come before, I could feel my need on the rise. With a careful adjustment, I found myself at the entranceway to her womanhood. I pushed and we gasped. I slid inside of her aroused pussy. Jessica's garden parted willingly, gracefully, to accept the immanent visitor. All the familiar sensations washed over me, but this time there was more – so much more. Her tongue found mine, as our mouths mimicked what our loins were doing. 

I rocked my hips, slow and steady, pushing forward with the slightest bump. I felt her hips meet mine in this dance. Her eyes flared as she registered my thrust. We stared into each other, desperate not to break eye contact – not even to blink. That was the beginning. Many more thrusts followed. I offered myself up to her and she accepted me willingly. Our need was scorching, our desire unbridled. We came together over and over again, joining and unlocking as we physically expressed what had been latent for so long. 

In the past, our sex had been marked by filthy, dirty language. I was sure that we would return to that place once again – probably very soon. But for now the words were absent. Certainly, we were consumed by the world of cock and cunt, but we felt so much more. This act was an expression. Our breath was a rhythm, a gentle coo of love sounds. It spoke of who we were and who we wanted to be. Jessica and I were individuals, but we were now a couple too. We were joined in raw carnality to be sure, but the bedrock of emotions ran much, much deeper.

Right now we were at the beginning of something new, uncharted territory for both of us. Would we find our way? Could we make this work? For now, Jessica and I would find our way together. Our bodies writhed as my hips rose and fell. I drove into her and she slammed back, our need ever growing. Fingernails dug into my back as I filled her hot, slick sheath over and over again. The give and take was epic. Lust could not be contained; we existed beyond boundaries. We wanted each other: body and soul. Desire was an uncontrollable specter, pushing us to the brink. With every thrust, gasp, buck, and moan that climatic edge became clearer. I am not sure how long our bodies made love; I do know that I wanted it to go on forever. But that was not to be. One can only stay poised at the precipice for so long....

Together we shook; together we trembled. We twitched and howled and bayed and prayed. And then I said one word, and it was done.

"Jessica..."

*

Thanks again to all of the loyal "Oral Exam" fans out there. I am going to take a break from erotica for a couple of months, but I will be back again. This is just too much fun to stop. 

That is the end of the "Oral Exam" series. I am not sure what I am doing next. I will probably write a few individual stories and then find my way into a larger storyline again. I am not sure if I want to revisit "Oral Exam" again and make a second book or not. I would love to hear your thoughts. I would also love to hear any ideas that you might have for new stuff. Please write and tell me what you think. Until then....

- Gradprof 



Oral Exam – Letters of the Alphabet



My flight was just pulling up to the gate at LAX. I am about to start my week long vacation, seeing my longtime, long distance lover, Curt. It's been about three months since we were able to meet up in Las Vegas, and that's just too long! Curt and I were lovers in college, but life, as it so often does, took us in different directions for many years. Thanks to the internet, we were able to get back in touch (in all ways) about 8 years ago. 

I reach into the overhead compartment to remove my carryon, not realizing in time that my long black raincoat has come unbuttoned at the bottom and I just flashed my handsome seatmate my pink lace panties, garter and black stockings. I think he finally realized about halfway though the flight that I wasn't wearing much under it, as I refused his offer to help me take it off when I sat down.

I want to surprise Curt as soon as we get inside the elevator at the hotel; he loves this kind of surprise. And luck is with me since it's actually raining in southern California when I arrive, so I'm not going to be wearing a raincoat in 80-degree sunny weather. 

As I approach the waiting area I scan the crowd anticipating seeing Curt again. I don't see him, so I guess he must have gotten tied up in traffic on the way. I sigh and turn down the hallway toward baggage claim when I catch site of a buff guy with a great butt and a really sexy, military short haircut. I'm a sucker for really short hair on buff guys. I guess what grabbed my attention first was his build, it's so similar to Curt's, but Curt wears his hair about collar length. I decide I'll get a better look at this guy so I adjust my course so I'll walk by and I can try to get a look at him from the front. 

Just as I'm about to walk up beside him, he turns around and grabs me and pulls me to him and kisses me hard on the mouth. My whole body jump-starts, it's Curt kissing me senseless! I drop my bag and run my hands over his closely shorn hair, then let my right hand travel down to his chest. When we finally break apart, and I catch my breath, I ask, "When did you do this?" as I rub my hand back and forth over his head.

"Well, I know you always liked it when I had to have my hair short like this before, so I stopped on my way here and got it cut to surprise you. Do you like it?" he asks.

"You know I do!" I reply in a breathless whisper. I'm so turned on that he would do this for me. Now I'm really glad I decided to surprise him too.

He kisses me again hard and fast and grabs my hand. "Let's get your bags and get out of here."

We finally make it to the hotel and get checked in. Curt is at the desk and I'm overseeing the bellboy who will take our luggage up to the room. I tip him $20 and tell him not to bring the luggage up for at least an hour with a saucy wink as I check the buttons on my coat. He blushes and says "no problem, ma'am." 

I feel Curt behind me and he slips his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear "What did you say to make the poor kid blush that way?"

"Nothing, I just gave him a big tip," I say as I wink at the bellboy again and we start toward the elevator.

As the elevator doors slide closed, I lean back against the wall and unbutton my raincoat slowly. Curt starts grinning as I start to reveal my surprise... "Is that what I think it is?" he asks with a groan.

"Yes. So you do remember..." 

The first time I met Curt was the day I moved into the dorm at college. He came up and introduced himself and then offered to help me unpack. Long story short, he ended up with the box that had all my bras and panties in it, and pulled out my matching pink bra, panties and garter. He later told me that he had fantasies about me wearing them. After Curt left college and we lost touch, I packed them away and kept them, just in case. Now I'm glad I did because the look on his face held such awe and lust, just like the first night I wore them for him.

"You were helping me study for my Oral Exams," he said as he gazed at me leaning against the wall of the elevator. "You told me that I had to finish studying and then you had a surprise for me. I had told you I fantasized about you wearing this since the first day I met you and ended up unpacking all your unmentionables."

I let out a breathy laugh, "Yes, and once you were done studying, I gave you a different kind of oral exam."

Just as Curt let out a groan and started to pull me to him, the elevator arrived at our floor. "Quick, to the room!" he pulled me out of the elevator and rushed me down the hall, pressing my back up against the door and kissing me as he tried to get the key in the lock. We stumbled into the room and he kicked the door closed and ripped my coat open, filling his hands with my pink lace encased breasts, running his thumbs over my hard nipples. Our lips never parted as he removed my coat, sliding his hands up and down my body. I started on the buttons of his shirt as he backed me into the room. I got his shirt off just as my knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down with me as I fell backward onto the soft mattress. 

Curt broke away from my lips and kissed his way down my neck to the tops of my breast just above the top of my bra, then let his mouth travel over the lace to suck my nipples through the lacy material. My first orgasm ripped through me hard and fast and I cried out. Then, as he used his teeth to lightly bite my nipples, I came again... and again.

As the aftershocks were making me shudder with pleasure, he lifted me up and placed me fully on the bed, carefully tucking a pillow under my head. His grin was contagious and I laughed softly. "Damn, you can still make me cum just that easy."

"Just wait," he said, "I've only just gotten started." And with that, he slid his hands up and down my stocking covered legs. Curt loves the feel of nylon stockings. He finally works his way up to my panties, grabbing them and pulling them down over my legs as he gazes into my eyes. "Now, let's see if I remember what you taught me..."

He lowers himself between my thighs, still running his hands up and down my stocking covered legs, "A is for always" and he uses his tongue to draw the letter "A" on the inside of my thigh and I moan. "B is for bulging" and he draws the letter "B" inside my other thigh. "C is for cock" and his tongue slowly draws the letter "C" across my shaved pussy lips... and I run my hands over his newly cut hair and try to pull him closer. "Not so fast, young lady," he teases me. I am so hot and again on the edge of another orgasm as he uses his thumbs to part my swollen lips and say "D is for Donna's sweet pussy" and wraps his tongue around my clit, making me cry out as I cum again with just the slightest touch of his tongue as he draws the letter "D" slowly.

"Uh-oh, now I've lost my place" he says. "let's see... A is for always" and I thrust my hips up trying to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit.

"Please, Curt, skip the definitions!" I cry out as he grins up at me with that twinkle in his eye.

"OK, baby, just this once... a b c d e f g" he sings. "If I remember correctly, you like the letter i the best... a long slow stroke from top to bottom, then I have to make sure to dot that i thoroughly." And he proceeds to lick from just under my clit all the way down my slick, wet, pussy, so very slowly, then he come back up and dots the i with great care and, most definitely does a thorough job. I cum three times while he's "dotting" that i. "Oops, I skipped the h." he says with that sexy grin, "looks like I have to start over."

"Oh, yes, you need to start over... NOW" I cry out as the aftershocks from the last orgasm, I think that was number seven, start making me quiver.

"Why don't you call out the letters for me so I don't lose my place again" Curt suggests as he again lowers his mouth to my waiting clit.

"A" I sigh out, and feel the tip of his tongue slowly draw an "a" across my throbbing clit. "B... c..." I'm cumming again and gasp out "d... e... f..."

"I... i... i... i..." I scream as I grip the sheets under me as another orgasm rips through me, lifting my hips and ass off the bed.

"Looks like we've got to start over again, we missed a couple of letters in there." His face, shining with my juice, peeks up as Curt laughs and says "A."

This time we make it all the way to the letter s, and Curt raises up and says "S if for soaking, which is what this bed is now." I've cum so many times I've lost count, and I just look up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes. "And now, where was I..." Curt starts, but is interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Wait right there" he says, as if I could move if I wanted to, my whole body is a quivering boneless mass of orgasmic bliss.

"It was the bellboy" Curt says when he returns. "I tried to tip him, but he blushed and said you'd already taken care of it." I couldn't believe it had already been an hour, so I turned my head to see the clock. It hadn't been an hour, but almost two! 

"Mmmmm" I tried to speak, but just couldn't get any words to form... "mmmmm, come... back... here" I finally manage. "You... haven't... completed... the... whole... alphabet... yet." I smile up at Curt.

He laughs and heads into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry off his face and chest. "Yes, my love."

"A b c d e f g, h i i i i i..." he sings from the bathroom.

Laughing, I watch him walk back into the room; "Get naked and get back over here, you haven't finished your exams yet!" I manage to get out.

Curt stops at the end of the bed and slowly unbuckles his belt while he's slipping his shoes off. "Is this what you want?" he asks as he slowly lowers his zipper.

"Mmmm, you know it is" I moan. "It's what I have always, and always will, want."

His hard cock starts to come into view as he lowers his pants. I love it that he doesn't wear underwear when I'm around. Then I notice that he's had more than just the hair on his head shorn. His cock is jutting forward and his balls are smooth and hairless... just watching him is pushing me closer to another orgasm.

I raise one eyebrow and ask "what, the girl at supercuts didn't want to stop at just the hair on your head?" Curt is a major flirt, and he can talk women into doing things... sexy outrageous things... just by giving them his sexy grin and a wink.

"She offered!" He said deadpan.

"I'll bet she did. Blonde or brunette?" I ask with mock annoyance. He knows it turns me on when he tells me about the women he meets when we are apart.

"Redhead, with freckles." 

"Oh crap, not another redhead." I groan. "I thought you'd had enough with redheads after what happened with Patsy."

He laughs at my reference to his ex-wife. "Don't ruin this, she was a cute little thing, about 22 I guess. She asked me why I wanted to cut off all my 'glorious thick hair' and get a GI. So, I told her that my incredibly sexy lover was coming in this afternoon for a visit and how much super short hair turns you on. She giggled and said you must be one very luck woman." Curt finished as he sat on the edge of the bed beside me, his hand mindlessly running up and down my stocking covered leg.

"Then she leaned against my back, pressing her tits into my shoulders as she started cutting my hair."

"And you were instantly hard" I laughed.

"No, I was hard when I walked in the door. I have been all week waiting for you to show up, you tease." He says as he grabs my ankle and pulls me toward him on the bed. "And now it's time for you to pay for keeping me in this state for so long."

"Oh, no, please..." I beg with a laugh as he pulls me onto his lap for a long hard kiss.

We finally break apart. "So, finish telling me how you ended up..." I say as I lightly run my fingertips across his smoothly shaven balls.

"Well, she was looking over my shoulder, eyeing the bulge you cause, and asks if you just like short hair up top." He says as he shudders as my teasing fingers continue to fondle his full balls. "And I said 'no, she likes other areas shaved too, but I didn't have time to take care of it this week.' Then she whispers in my ear 'I can take care of that for you before she gets here.'"

"And..."

"And then she got up and locked the door and lead me back to the shampoo area, where she shampooed my nearly bald head, and then, while I was still laying there, she grabbed a couple of towels and a strait razor and some lotion and knelt between my legs and proceeded to pull my pants down. Her eyes twinkled when she didn't find anything but me under my zipper." He groaned again as I circled my fingers around his throbbing cock and continued; "She lathered me up and said how much easier it was to shave me since I was hard and had such full balls. Then as she wiped me up, she offered to take care of that fullness for me."

"I can tell you didn't let her take care of it for you... thank you." 

"No, I told her I'd been saving up for you all week, and you'd be disappointed if I let her take care of me too well" he said as he continued to stroke up and down my legs. "But I did give her my cell number in case she was interested in joining us later in the week."

I squeezed gently and kissed him, then said, "Well, since you've been waiting all week, why don't you lay back and let me show you what I remember from our Oral Exams."

He stretches back across the pillows and pulls me with him for another hot kiss. "Show me what you've got."

As I start to slide slowly down his body I draw and "a" across his right nipple "A is for always" and I move to his left nipple "b is for bulging" and I lick my way further down. "C is for Curt's Cock" I whisper and slowly make little "c's" across the head of his cock.

"D is for Donna's talented tongue" Curt moans as his hands wrap in my shoulder length blonde hair. "And e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l...." he continues slowly as I lick the letters along his smooth balls and the length of his throbbing cock.

"M is for mmmmmmmmmmmm" I moan as I take his hard length into my mouth and slide my lips all the way down his shaft and back up. "N is for Now... cum for me now, baby" I say as I take him deep into my mouth again and again. His hips jerk and his hold on my hair increases as he starts to shoot his hot cum into my mouth. Finally, he relaxes back against the bed and I continue... "O is for oh yes" I circle the sensitive head of his still hard cock with my tongue.

"P, q, r, s..." I continue, then start working my way back up his body until I get to his lips and drag my tongue across them in a letter z and kiss him.

"Very good, you get a B on your oral exams" Curt whispers in my ear.

"Only a B??" I ask with a twinkle.

"Yes, only a B, since I'm still hard a steel" he says as he slaps my ass and then flips us over so I'm pinned under his muscular body with the tip of his cock teasing my pussy lips. "You'll need to do some extra credit to improve your grade." He tells me as I feel his cock slide balls deep inside me.

"Ok, I'll do whatever it takes..." I sigh as finally, my lover is buried deep inside me and he starts stroking slowly in and out of my tight wet pussy... "Harder... I'll work harder if you will," I beg as I wrap my legs around his and clench my pussy around his cock over and over, driving us both.

To be continued.



Oral Examination



Ms. Phoenix sat upon the edge of her desk. Her long curls piled lightly on her head, gray hair marbled at the sides. Louise Phoenix had a way of using only a few combs to work her hair into a style all her own. She indeed had an air of distinction. The dusty blue long sleeved buttoned down blouse was neatly tucked into a long a-line skirt, the skirts multi-colored blend complimented the blouse. The upper two buttons of the blouse were opened, exposing a delicate silver chain with a lapis pendant.

Ms. Phoenix caught my gaze. Bending slightly downward, she lined up her eyes with mine insuring she had my true attention. Her china blue eyes were alive with life and knowledge, knowledge I hungered to experience first hand. 

Other students in the class looked at this Social Science Instructor with boredom, but I knew there was something "alive" and powerfully "sensual" about her. It may have been the casual air about her attire, the earthen tones, the tousled strawberry blonde hair with the scattering of gray, announcing her experience.

Her birth certificate might have shown her to be 54, but I felt she was timeless in age.

Other young men my age, (which is 21), have labeled me a romantic, looking for something magical amid a world of flesh and triple-X stimulation. Louise stimulated my mind as I watched her gesture while trying to pay attention to that which she was lecturing on at the moment. The low tones of her voice gave me the impression she was talking strictly to me, as though I was the only person in the room.

Her body was almost well hidden in the cottons that she wore...but as I stole glances at her breasts, torso and legs, I suspected that even with the extra pounds she carried, all was in balance.

The next words she spoke riveted me..."I hope you have been reading the material assigned and taking thorough notes, because we will be having an oral examination tomorrow. Each of you will stand and give, at the very least, a five minute summary on what you have gotten out of this class thus far." The moans ringing through the room were hardly those of enjoyment as the students began closing their books, and gathering up their belongings for their escape at the end of the class period.

If there was ever an opportunity to speak with her it would have to be now...I waited for the room to be emptied, and ventured forth, a bit of a tightness in my throat as I spoke..."Ms. Phoenix...I feel totally unprepared for tomorrow. As you know I am not too adept at public speaking. I lack the confidence needed to captivate an audience, especially of my peers."

Ms. Phoenix looked up and replied..."My dear young man, I could see you looking at me with those analytical eyes of yours. I believe you are ready for this oral examination, and actually you may be overdue for it." 

A slight blush of delight came upon me, warming my face, causing me to look down briefly at the floor, and just as quickly upwards and meeting her gaze. "I believe it is your instruction that holds my interest, and makes the material assigned come alive. The fact that you are attractive and pleasing to my eyes only makes the class work more enjoyable."

"My dear young man, are you looking for an "A" without working for it?"

"Ohhh my no, Ms. Phoenix...I only speak the truth. And I feel that you might know so much more than you are able to share with a group in a classroom... a type of life experience." I had now opened the door to an area I hoped would bring a dialogue to a destination I so earnestly sought. "Ms. Phoenix, since this is the last class of the day for us both, I was hoping we might share some time over a cup of coffee. The coffee can be stimulating to the body as we stimulate each other with conversation."

Almost a girlish laugh came from her before she spoke..."Well, I will be pleased to join you...in...that cup of coffee."

I bounded ahead of her as she moved to the door, opening it wide, as she stepped lightly through.

A small cafe across from the University, offered a quiet setting for private conversations. The booths were in the high old style. They were likely actual antiques from years past. As we slid into the booth, and ordered the hard core espresso, we became settled, and it seemed a more relaxing, informal way of conversing.

Politely, I asked if I might call her Louise, and she replied, "Anyone who requests my company after class, can be given the ability to call me by my birth name...Feel free to do so, as long you tell me what you prefer to be called." I said that my birth name is Kyle.

For the next hour we talked of family, friends, and I shared my future plans. The content of the conversation was important and yet, the feeling of relaxation and simply talking to each other was what I remember most fondly.

Lamp light outside let us know it was getting late. Because I had kept Louise longer than she normally would stay after her final class of the day, I offered to walk her home. The early fall air was a bit brisk, so we walked a bit faster than I had hoped. I wanted as much time with this woman as possible, and her house was only three blocks from the University. Upon reaching the steps to the house, I paused, while Louise got out her key and opened the front door. My look of sadness at the inevitable parting must have stirred Louise, for she then asked me if I would care to come inside for a few minutes. My hands, which had been resting in my slacks pockets were now available to hold the front door open for Louise, as we entered her house.

As Louise turned on some lamps, I noticed the light scent of lavender in the air. Such a scent was so appropriate for this woman. As she went into the kitchen to put on a tea kettle, she said I could sit down and relax a bit. I sunk into the overstuffed couch, graced with the name of "love seat."...sinking deeply into its cushions. As I briefly rested my eyes, I soon heard the tea kettle's shrill sound of completion, within a few minutes, Louise was back in the room with two cups of herbal tea which she sat on the coffee table in front of us, and she then sat down to my right.

As we continued our conversation, we both reached out for our cup of tea at the same time and our hands touched one another. How can I explain the current of energy which surged through me at that moment! It was not static electricity, but the touch made the hair on my right hand and arm stand up, and goose bumps appeared as well. I must have looked a bit stunned, because Louise stated quickly..."Oh, you needn't worry about that...it is something common enough...but it hasn't happened to a man in quite a few years." She then began to sip on her tea, as though the occurrence and her words hadn't even happened.

I was now curious...I extended my right hand again and touched her left arm purposefully...feeling that flow once again!

"Now, Kyle, you really shouldn't touch me again, because you will start an energy surge you will not be able to stop."

Determined, I reached out once again to touch her sleeved arm, and was not disappointed to feel what she had warned me about. The passion I felt was more than I could have created on my own...it was emanating from her! I was feeling her passion! Her eyes connected with mine, and she was no longer Ms. Phoenix, but "Louise" filled with desire!

She turned towards me slightly, and I to her. The movement towards one another was natural, it flowed as we gently embraced. I felt her breasts mold into my chest. Such warmth. Such softness. Her full lips, slightly parted, beckoned me. I gently connected her lips with mine. As we shared each others flavors, we lingered there, exploring each others mouths. Her tongue was busy inside my mouth, more curious than demanding, and her kisses were soft and sweet. As we moved apart from this lengthly kiss, we were almost breathless, but within moments, Louise began kissing my neck, and licking lightly on my skin to the base of my neck and in the hollow which my shirt opening did not cover.

The love seat, a wonderful prelude to our lovemaking, didn't give us enough room to be creative. Louise stood up, as though hearing my thoughts, and extending her hand, she then assisted me up and we moved towards her sanctuary, her bedroom. My eyes scanned the room quickly. It housed a collection of oddities, from crystals to statuettes depicting various cultures. The oversized cotton quilt, was covered with flowers, overlapping one another. 

We sat down at the edge of her bed and as I began to unbutton my shirt, she stopped me. She asked if I would keep my clothes on for a while longer, to feel the barrier they give, and the excitement of feeling the heat from each other and the formations beneath the cloth, those of hard and soft flesh and muscle.

We embraced, softly, knowing we had as much time as we needed for this journey. The horizontal line we had created on top of the bed, moved with our inner emotions. Words were of no consequence. As our lips pulled apart, she looked down at her blouse buttons, and I opened them slowly, kissing her soft flesh as it became exposed to me. The front clasp on her bra could not keep me from the contents within. As I opened the clasp, her breasts were freed, allowing them to come towards me. I began to kiss, lick and suckle them lightly. Enjoying their flavors and scent, while occasionally resting my cheek on and between them. She then began to work on my buttoned shirt, and I assisted her. With my chest exposed, it was now her turn to move down and sample my nipples. I was so sensitive there, but I laid still, for fear it would disturb her artistic expression. Her fingertips danced lightly across the flesh of my chest. I could feel her touch and yet it was so feather light, I simply laid still, ...feeling. As with the artist, using the stroke of the brush, instead she used her tongue and lips, on my chest, which was now her canvas. 

As she pulled herself away from me, she lifted her skirt, and without my being able to see the source, she brought back a moistened finger traced it on my lips, like lip cover, then kissed me softly. The taste and scent was unlike any of the women I had been with. Hers was such a light sweet nectar. Hungering for more, I began to search under her skirt, lifting the material up, resting it upon her hips, as I automatically slid downward in the proper position to enjoy this welcomed feast. Her white underpants slid away, and I noted the crotch was slightly moist.

Her body shifted, laying on her back now, with pillows under her head, to watch me at my work. Even in this position she was unable to see all angles of this union. Reaching over to her night stand she picked up a round hand mirror, handed it to me, telling me to position it so she could watch everything possible. I positioned it lightly under her thigh, and when adjusted to her liking, I returned to her scented offering. Short light brown hair was on her mound, just long enough for a wild curl near her hips. Her lower lips, soft to my fingertips, made me believe she shaved them daily. I laid there on my stomach in awe, and played with those pouting lips, causing them to open slightly, revealing a tiny clitoris, and a lovely hole, pinkish red. The nectar produced for me alone. 

I felt like a honey bear, lightly pawing at these juices running from the hollow, but instead of a paw, I used my middle finger to dip inside. I found a wet cavern-like wall, and a small pool of nectar at the base. I played inside, lightly fingering, in slow deliberate motions. Soon, this nectar was coming out of her, and as it did so, I hungrily lapped it up with my tongue, collecting the nectar then smearing it upwards to her clitoris, which still remained slightly hidden, guarded underneath its pink hood of flesh.

I greeted her clit with my soft tongue, extended, and licked lightly at her sensitive flesh. Her responses were like notes from the wind...moaning,...singing to me,...letting me know I was truly satisfying her. She didn't need to speak "words," for these sounds were enough, along with her body, which flowed even as she laid in one spot.

I was hardly interested in how long I was there, but for those who need a time frame I will guess I was there for over a half hour or greater. This was not something that one could use an egg timer on. I felt privileged to be there, and I wanted to take all this in, memorize her, fill myself with her scents, tastes, textures, colors, photograph her with my eyes, so I could play it back in my memory time and time again.

With every soft long lick from that loving hole to her clit, more nectar appeared for me to lap up. I began alternating that licking motion with an application of suck-tion on her now alert clit. Gently sucking, licking, coaxing, probing, until one time when I was probing with my finger, I touched a small spot, her body moved in a jerk. I began working this "button," steadily in light motions, watching her response. Her body began to rock...and as her body continued thes graceful, steady movements,...I worked her clit with my tongue...delighting in the thought of satisfying her. Her movements were stronger...gasps came from her...and I realized she was no longer watching, but was lying back in her pillow, focusing on the feelings ripening inside her...! I maintained my station, and as I continued to slowly finger fuck Louise, my passion was nearly out of control... I wanted my hungry cock in her soon! I contained myself...focused on her...and felt the waves of climax as she came...spilling the nectar, and now the thickened honey on my hand...I licked it up, greedily!

After she had relaxed for a few moments, she looked up at me, and seen I now needed to finish. My cock was engorged, making thought nearly impossible.

Louise told me to lie on my back on the bed, and let her work a bit on me. After I propped the pillows under my head, I could then watch her work. Her skirt was still on, but she removed it swiftly, also removing her blouse and bra which were still clinging onto her arms. She helped me with my shirt, removed my slacks and undershorts. I had often experienced hardness, but this time, with delaying my satisfaction, my cock stood straight up...as though looking and waiting.

Louise asked if she could "perch on my branch." Such simple words only caused more pressure to build in me! "But first I must taste you," she said. I felt sure I would explode from the thought of her mouth on me, but this experience needed to be felt in total, so I forced myself to think of other things, anything that could stay in my mind for a few seconds or longer! Greeting my cocks head with her lips, she kissed the head, lightly and playfully, brushing her full lips over the head. Her mouth opened, and circled around the head, while her tongue greeted it, licking the head, and with the tip of her tongue she poked lightly at the hole of my cock. Licking and lightly sucking she worked my swollen mass into her mouth, till the head of my cock felt the back of her throat. I withered in delight! Slowly she worked my cock in and out of her mouth...almost removing it...then plunging it back into her mouth with a quick, but firm motion. After many minutes of this torturous and delightful "play," she stopped...and crawling on her hands and knees I seen the wild phoenix in Louise move towards me, and began straddling my hips, preparing to "perch" on me! More cum was dripping from her thickened lower lips...and without any assistance from her hands or mine, my cock found its mark, guided in by the silk-like coating of wetness.

Her inner muscles tightened around my shaft, and in spite its wetness, it managed to hold onto my cock. Louise bent forward kissing me, as I played with her breasts, using my thumb and forefinger firmly...then she said..."Tell me how much you like fucking me Kyle...Tell me about your cock in me...Tell me...NOW...! The sterness of her voice along with the language I had never heard from her, made me wild with excitement! "Let me be your bitch, Kyle, ...I want you to take me tonight...make me yours!" 

I raised up in a sitting position, and at the same time, working my legs over the side of the bed, lifting her off of me, I laid her on her stomach, spread her legs, widened her thighs, and worked my cock into her! "Take me fast and hard! Pound me hard and fast! Make me yours!" With these words in my ears and resonating in my head, I began pounding her sweet opened pussy, and watched as my balls slapped her almost to the front of her mound. As she began moaning again...more wildly this time, my cock began to jerk, preparing to unload its cum! As her moaning turned into almost a whining...I felt a surge inside me and released with a force, ...as she too came again!

Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, curling up beside one another. "You have passed your oral examination tonight." Louise said with a smile. "However, you will be tested again tonight, and of course there is the classroom exam as well."



Oral Exchange At School



I can't believe the day I just had! I love reading the stories on this site, but never in a million years did I think I'd have a story to tell!

So I'm a maintenance/custodial worker at a local high school here in Arizona, OK? I started a few weeks ago. Soon after I started, I met the Music teacher there when I got a call for a repair of her desk. Her name is Jennifer. I was immediately attracted to her. She is very kind and sweet. She's about 35 and is a "tad" overweight; probably around 180 lbs and about 5'9" tall. But she has a great hourglass shape, with a big, round butt that's to die for (I'm definitely a "butt man")! Her breast size is average, I'm guessing she's a C-cup. She's got shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes, and a smile that lights up the room.

Anyway, I fixed her desk for her and she was way more expressive of her appreciation than other teachers I had done the same job for. She just thanked me over and over again. I was like, "Hey, no big deal. It's my job." But get this--the next day, in my inbox, there was a little card with a gift card inside. It was from her, telling me how much she appreciated my work. So it was stuff like that that made me really start to dig this chick. I made a point to stop by her classroom that day to thank her for the nice gesture.

Since then, I've stopped by her room from time to time just to check in (and maybe to flirt a little). She told me how her husband was recently diagnosed with high cholesterol. I was able to tell her about my brother, who also had that, and what to expect & what to do, yada yada. We formed a real connection and friendship.

I should point out that I was married until two years ago. My wife of 18 years kept being suspicious that my flirtatious ways with ladies meant I was cheating on her. I wasn't, but I can't deny being attracted to the females. I am hispanic, 42, pretty well-built. I do go to the gym regularly and do lots of cardio and weights. It's also a nice place to check out the ladies, ha ha. But even though I was able to bring a lady home from a bar once in a while, I was not getting the amount of booty call I wanted since getting divorced. My buds at work called me "Ever-Ready," because I was always talking dirty or making sexual jokes.

So anyway, this morning I was doing my rounds at around 6:30. I saw her car parked in the parking lot, which was really early for her! My heart skipped a beat so I decided to go say hello. I went into her room and she was working in her office with some rock music playing on her office stereo. Since she was a Music teacher, she had her main classroom, but then a little enclosed office room to the side, with a door. Her office is decked out with her desk, some shelves with a stereo & CDs on it and some books, and a big, fluffy chair. She was wearing some black stretch pants and a white button-down blouse. The pants showed off her round, shapely butt and I was horny already!

I said Hi and startled her a little bit. I smiled and asked her what she was doing here so early. She said she was trying to catch up on some work before school, but she was glad to see me. I said I was glad to see her, too, and that she always made my day. She blushed a little and said I did, too. Then I decided to be bold. There was almost no one else around that morning. I told her that I thought she was a pretty lady, and that I had been feeling lonely. I said I sensed a connection between us, and she made me feel better when I was around her. Then I said I had time for a little break, and I wondered if she wanted to help me out. She asked what I had in mind, and I said, "Well, I'm feelin a little frisky this morning and was wondering if you wanted to maybe do a little foolin around." I couldn't believe I had just said it, but then again, I figured that if she turned me down that would be the end of it and I'd try to stay out of her way. She said, "I am attracted to you, Roger, but we can't have sex. I'm married and I have kids." 

I was happy to hear she was attracted to me, though I wasn't that surprised. So I moved closer to her and looked into her eyes. I am a few inches taller than she is so she was looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, and she didn't back away. I said, "We can do some other fun things." I put my arm behind her back and moved her closer, and she let me kiss her. The classic rock music was still playing on her CD player and it was making me feel more aggressive.

We continued to make out for a couple minutes, and I began to grab some handfuls of ass and her tits. She still didn't stop me and I was getting hard as a rock. Finally she pulled away and said, "We've got to stop. This is crazy." Now I was going to be frustrated, so I said, "Come on, Jen, I'm rock-hard now. Don't leave me with blue balls!" I was being bold now. 

I began to unzip my fly and I moved in to kiss her some more but she sauntered over to her fluffy chair and sat on it. She said, "Come here. Let's take care of you." I walked over to her and she reached into my fly and pulled out my cock. It felt so good to have her soft hands on it! She began to stroke it while she looked up at me. "How's this?" she asked. I said it felt good, but it'd feel even better in a hot, wet place. She smiled briefly and said, "I'm sure it would. Will you tell me when you're about to cum? I don't want it in my mouth." Slightly disappointed, I got excited again that she was even telling me she was willing to give me a blowjob, right there in her office! So I said, "You got it!"

Next thing I know, this married 35 year-old mom was wrapping her lips and saliva on my dick! She started out slow at first, but after a minute or so she began moving her head back and forth along my hard shaft. Damn, it felt so good! I told her so, too. I was like, "Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good!" Then she started twisting her head as she bobbed on my knob. Pretty soon I was close to blowing my wad, so I said, "Here it comes!" She pulled her mouth off and started stroking me with both hands. Then she pushed me back a little right as I started cumming. I came gobs and gobs all over her office floor! She got some on her hands and said, "Mm, that's some hot stuff you got in there!" She slowed down the stroking until the last drop came out. Then she stood up and said, "How was that?" I said, "Fucking phenomenal! Thank you!" She tucked me back in and I zipped up my pants. She walked over to her desk, got some tissues, and wiped the cum off the floor.

I said, "I can't believe we just did that!" She smiled and said, "No problem. I wouldn't want to leave you with blue balls all day." She handed me the dirty tissues and I carried them out to the hallway and tossed them into the trash can. She stood at her classroom door and said, "Have a great day!" I was speechless, but I finally stammered out, "You too, Jen!"

I obviously thought about her the whole rest of the day. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly! I kept getting more hard-ons throughout the day just thinking about burying my face between her legs and fucking her. I tried to stay away from her building that day so I wasn't bothering or distracting her from her teaching duties. I went home at 3:00, but I kept thinking about her! I went back to the school at 4:30 and was glad to see her car was still there, but most of the teachers had gone home. I walked into her room, and there she was, erasing the white board. 

"Hi!" she exclaimed with a smile when she saw me. "How was your day?" she asked.

"It started out great," I said. "I thought about you all day."

"I thought about you, too," she said. "But we can't go further. I won't," she warned.

I said, "I know, but I need to at least return the favor! Let me eat you out. You'll be in heaven for a few minutes."

"No way," she said. "That's really intimate and I'm not anywhere near ready for that."

"Please," I begged as I walked over to her. "I really want to. I've been told I'm incredible at it, and I love eating pussy."

"No," she said. "That's too close to sex!" 

I laughed and said, "How is that any different from what you did to me this morning?"

She didn't have an answer for that one. She finally looked at me and said, "Are you sure?"

"My lady, your office of pleasure awaits!" I said as I gestured toward her office.

She put the eraser down and said, "You wait for me in there. I've got to go to the bathroom first." Then she left the room.

I was getting real excited again. I sat in her fluffy chair and waited. 

In a few minutes, she came back in, locked her classroom from the outside, turned off her classroom lights, walked into her office, closed the door, and lowered the blinds to her office window. She then turned on a dim desk light and turned off her office fluorescent lights. With her back to me, she pulled her tight black pants and panties down. I finally was getting a look at that beautiful, naked ass! I immediately jumped up from the chair as she was finishing pulling her pants & panties off her ankles and pushed my face into her ass crack; that's one of my fetishes! "Oh my," she said as I helped her put one leg up on her desk. I found her wet, salty slit and went to town! She was already slick and wet as I flicked my tongue into her folds, then out and across her clit, then back in, diving deep into her pussy as I spread her ass cheeks apart with my hands. I heard her sigh and moan a little. 

Then I stopped and led her to sit in her fluffy chair. The chair has two big, puffy armrests, and I helped her put each leg over the armrests so she was spread wide and ready for my oral action. Her pubic hair was trimmed and I could tell she had shaved her crotch not too long ago. Perfect! I then got on my knees and moved my face back in, as I pulled her ass down towards the edge of the chair. 

Her scent and taste was heavenly! One of the best pussies I've had, actually. I began licking her cunt lips and clit as I slid one, then two fingers into her sopping hole. I began moving my fingers in and out slowly, then more quickly while I continued chowing down on her muff. I looked up at her occasionally and saw her closing her eyes. I could start to feel her muscles tense. I kept up my assault. She was so fucking hot! Finally, she stopped breathing for a couple seconds as a wave of orgasm flooded her body. Then she started breathing heavily as I kept it up. She was moaning and saying, "Don't stop yet! Oh yes!" Finally she pushed my head away and pulled her knees together and said, "That's enough!" Then she collapsed in a heap of relaxation in her chair, catching her breath. 

"Was that good?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" she breathed. "You really DO know how to do that well!" she smiled.

"Any time for you, baby!" I said as I stood up. She eventually got up herself and started putting her panties and pants back on. I patted her naked butt as she bent over, saying, "You have a beautiful body, Jennifer." 

She chuckled and said, "Thanks, but I am fat. I've got to lose some weight."

I said, "I like a soft lady. You're soft and jiggly in all the right spots." I let her finish dressing, then I leaned in and kissed her passionately.

"Thank you," she finally said as she pulled back. "Are we good?" I think she meant, "Are we even?"

I said, "We're good. And I mean that in both ways!" I laughed evilly as I walked out of her office and classroom. "Have a good night!" I said as I walked into the hallway.

That happened just about an hour ago. I got home, spanked the monkey, called a couple of my buddies to tell 'em about my day, and now I'm writing it down for this site. Man, I'm telling you, I am going to wind up fucking her. That is my goal! Even if I can convince her to suck my dick again or if she lets me eat her out a few more times, eventually I am going to fuck her and fuck her good!

Maybe that'll be my next story, ha ha! Later.



Oral Expert



Phil was sitting at the beach bar of the resort where he and Christine were staying, sipping rum and Cokes while his wife in the sea. Christine was engaged in conversation with two men and a very attractive young woman. Both women had similar figures but the young woman looked to have slightly larger breasts than his wife. Also, whereas Christine was very reticent about going topless on a general public beach, the young woman obviously had no such qualms because her lovely breasts were on public view. Christine was happy sunbathing topless – and sometimes nude – in their garden at home, but in public she was very shy.

Phil was content to stare at his wife and the young woman until the two men came to the bar and joined a third man seated beside him. Phil had not seen any of them before so he assumed that they must all have been new arrivals. As the men reached the bar, Phil again looked out to the water, where his wife was still in deep conversation with the young woman. Phil started daydreaming about the standard male fantasy of being in bed with two women and he was imagining that his wife was propositioning the young woman.

The three men at the bar started talking in slightly hushed tones and kept glancing towards the women in the water. Through listening in to their conversation Phil discovered that one man was called Tom, another was Ken and the third was Steve. 

Tom and Ken were very excited and spoke animatedly. Their voices grew slightly louder and Phil could hear more of what they were saying. Pointing to the women in the water, Tom and Ken were explaining to Steve that they had run into a girl they had known in school. They claimed she had given the most exquisite blowjobs to a great many of the senior class males. Phil's interest was piqued because he thought Christine was fantastic in that department looked again and the younger woman. His fantasy returned and this time he imagined her lips wrapped around his penis while Christine was below her eating out her shaved pussy.

Phil's attention returned to the men when he heard Tom describing some of the woman's escapades, including the time they witnessed her suck off six men at a friend's bachelor party while her girlfriend fucked the groom. Ken said that although she worshipped cock, and they had often enjoyed her hand-jobs and oral skills, they knew of no one who had fucked her. Now that she had promised to meet them later, they were hopeful they would finally have their way with her. They were looking forward to being able to tell some of their old school friends about it when they got home. They were anxious to go and get set up in their room. 

Steve was invited to join them in apartment G15 after they got things going. They felt sure the girl wouldn't object once the party got started, but Tom cautioned Phil not to come in too early. He advised him to look in first and make sure things were well under way before attempting to join them. The three men disappeared and Phil was left to continue his daydream / fantasy involving Christine and the young woman.

The sun was setting when Christine joined Phil and they moved to a nearby table. They had drinks and sandwiches while watching the beautiful sunset. Phil asked about the young woman and what she and Christine had been talking about but Christine didn't give any specifics, just saying it was general chat about the resort.

When Christine asked what he had been doing, Phil knew better than to mention his fantasy involving Christine and the young woman and just said that he had been watching two beautiful women in the waves. Christine gently punched his arm but seemed pleased by the compliment and didn't take umbrage at his inclusion of the young woman. Phil thought about mentioning the conversation he had overheard but, decided that it was probably better not to. It was, however, prominent in his mind.

After going back to their room, Phil asked Christine if she wanted to go for a long walk on the beach. She replied that she wanted to shower and then try some shops that were open late at night that the young woman had told her about. Phil left her in their room and headed out on his walk.

On his return towards the resort he decided to head towards apartment G15 to see if he could catch a glimpse of the young woman in action. As he approached the apartment he started to get a hard-on at the thought of what he might see.

The apartment was on the ground floor and faced out to see so he was able to approach it's patio without being seen himself. Given that it was fully dark by then anyway, Phil was confident that he would be okay. As he approached the apartment patio he could hear the air conditioners and some music. He concealed himself behind the plants on the patio and could see into the apartment. The glass doors had been closed but the curtains had been left open. 

Phil moved to get a better view and could see Tom and Ken with drinks in their hands. As he watched they moved and he had to move himself to keep them in view. Tom moved in front of the couch and started talking to a woman. Phil was thrilled that she had turned up after all but when Tom moved slightly Phil saw that it was his wife Christine who was sitting on the couch.

Phil was somewhat taken aback and didn't understand what his wife was doing there. As he watched, Ken walked into view and sat on the couch beside Christine. They talked and laughed. Both men wore only bathing suits, and Christine had changed into a pair of shorts and a halter. As they talked, Ken nonchalantly rested his hand on Christine's thigh. She did not protest. 

After a few minutes Christine's facial expression changed; she closed her eyes, licked her lips and parted her thighs. Phil's eyes moved down his wife's body and he could see that Ken had worked his hand into her shorts. Phil knew that his wife never wore panties when she wore the shorts she was wearing and he realised that Ken's hand must be in contact with Christine's panty-less crotch. Phil's eyes drifted upwards to Christine's breasts. Sure enough, he could make out her very prominent nipples through the material of her halter top.

Phil caught a glimpse of material hitting the floor and realised that Tom's bathing suit was by his feet. Ken stepped forwards towards Christine and said something. Christine opened her eyes, looked up into Ken's face then her eyes travelled down his body until they were looking at his groin. Christine opened her mouth, moved forward slightly on the couch and took Tom's semi-erect cock between her lips. 

Phil suddenly realised that the young woman on the beach was not going to be turning up tonight. Christine had been the girl the men had been talking about! She had been sucking cock all those years before he had met her, and loving it! They'd never really discussed their past escapades but, because Christine was shy about exposing her body in public, Phil had assumed that she had been fairly restrained in the past. He would have to re-think that now.

Christine took Ken's cock out of his trunks and stroked it while she sucked on Tom's now fully-erect cock. She stopped momentarily, took Ken's pre-cum, coated Tom's cock with it, and resumed licking and sucking. 

Ken moved around to stand next to Tom, ensuring that Christine's hand remained in contact with his cock all the way. As he did so, he stepped out of his trunks. Christine now alternated between them. She licked the sensitive underside of their balls while she pumped both cocks, trying to make them spurt the cream she loves so much. She would also periodically lick around the tip of one of the cocks then wrap her lips around the head before switching to the other. It didn't take long before both men's hips started jerking towards Christine.

Tom was the first to come and when his first spurt of sperm hit Christine, he immediately received her full attention as she sucked his cock into her mouth, squeezing out every last drop. 

Phil heard some movement approaching the patio so he stepped to one side into the darkness. It was Steve. He walked to the patio and stood by the window, looking into the room from more or less where Phil had been standing. It meant that Phil could no longer see what was happening. Steve stood there rubbing his crotch through his shorts, inspired by the action inside. After a few minutes, he walked out of sight and around to the front of the apartment. Phil moved back to where he could see what was going on inside. 

Tom was now sitting on the couch stroking his prick as he watched Christine on her knees concentrating all her attentions on Ken. Phil new exactly what pleasure Ken was feeling, having been there many times before with his wife. As she would switch between licking and sucking the end of his cock and taking it all in her mouth, she would also be raking his balls ever so teasingly with her nails. After a few more minutes Ken grabbed Christine's head and held it in place. Phil saw her throat move as she swallowed the load that Ken gave her.

Once Ken's orgasm had finished, Tom reached down and took hold oh Christine's hand. He helped her up off her knees and escorted her over to the bed. He back her up to it so she sat down and the proceeded to undo the strap on her halter top. As Christine's breasts came into view with her fully distended nipples sticking out proudly, Phil couldn't help but groan. Fortunately the music inside the apartment meant that no-one heard him

Once her top was discarded Christine moved up the bed and lay down with her legs spread. In a moment Tom was lying at an angle with one of Christine's legs draped over his shoulder. His head, though, was buried between her thighs sucking on her pussy. As Phil watched, Ken stroked his semi-hard cock then climbed onto the bed and knelt by Christine's head. Christine turned her head towards Ken and he moved forward to let his cock once again slide past her lips. 

Phil saw the door at the other end of the room open and Steve walked into the room. He had stripped and stood there watching the group on the bed. Christine was so wrapped up in the what she was doing and was being done to her that she didn't realise a third person had arrived. Steve walked over to Tom and tapped him on the shoulder. Tom moved away from Christine's pussy at which point to opened her eyes to see the new arrival. She said something and smiled. 

Steve climbed onto the bed between her legs and ran his cock up and down her slit. Phil had a perfoect view as Steve's cock entered his wife's pussy for the first time. Steve stopped with just the tip inside Christine's entrance. Phil could see Christine saying something and assumed she was begging Steve to stick his cock in her properly. Steve withdrew and Christine moved down the bed to chase after his pole. Steve said something and the other two took hold of Christine's arms. Phil started to get worried that something untoward was going to happen but then Steve moved forward and again rubbed his cock up and down Christine's slit then paused with it just inside her entrance. This teasing went on for at least ten minutes, at the end of which Christine's head was moving backwards and forwards and her heps were lifting towards Steve as much as they could every time Steve's prick touched her.

At the end of that time Steve took pity on Christine, slid his cock deep into her dripping pussy, and started fucking her hard and fast. The other men released her arms and her nails dug into the duvet. Phil couldn't remember ever seeing Christine so worked up. He was sure that if either Tom or Ken put their cock in her hand now she would probably rip it off she was so worked up. Christine's eyes were closed and Ken bravely (to Phil) approached her put his cock back in her mouth. He stroked her head softly while he watched Steve pump her. 

Tom said something and Steve, without pulling out, rolled over so that Christine was on top of him. With her breasts pressed against his chest, they glued their mouths together and continued fucking. 

Tom was stroking Christine's back and buttocks. He bent down and started kissing and licking her buttocks. She parted her legs further and ground her pelvis into Steve. Tom moved his hand down between her legs and drew some moisture towards her anus. Although they had discussed it, Phil and Christine had never had anal sex and Phil was interested to see what would happen now. He was pleasantly surprised when Christine disconnected her mouth from Steve's, turned to look at Tom and shook her head no.

A brief exchange followed between her and Tom at the end of which Tom seemed to resign himself to not screwing Christines arse. Phil wondered what Christine had said to convince him.

Phil had by now released his own cock from his shorts. He was amazed that he had lasted so long before doing so. He was stroking himself slowly and leaking precum by the gallon.

Steve rolled back over so that he was again on top of Christine. His pace increased briefly and came the final thrusts as he pumped his jism deep inside her. Christine writhed in a series of orgasms as Steve stopped pumping. Steve lifted himself off Christine and Tom immediately took his place. Her head moved from side to side and her eyes were closed tightly. Tom held Christine's hips and started thrusting faster. Tom's body stiffened as he shot his cum into her. Tom then collapsed on top of Christine, drained of energy. He didn't have a chance to lie there long, however, because Ken tapped in on the shoulder. 

As Tom moved out of the way, Ken mounted Christine, sliding his cock into her pussy which was dripping with Steve's and Tom's cum. Phil momentarily wondered how that would feel and started moving his hand up and down his tool faster than previously, sensing that they were approaching a conclusion and he wanted to get there too. Ken was fucking Christine hard and fast. To Phil, this was definitely fucking, not making love. Steve and Tom left the bed and watched them from the couch. Ken didn't last long before he spurted his cum into Christine's pussy. 

Too late, Phil sensed someone behind him. He turned around to see the young woman from earlier in the day right behind him. She was wearing a cropped blouse and a short skirt but her blouse was open and she was kneading her breasts as she looked past Phil into the apartment. She reached down and removed Phil's hand from his prick and then put both of his hands on her breasts. She then reached down between them and took Phil's prick in her hands. 

With a tight grip on him, she led him towards to patio wall. When her back was against it she loosened her skirt to reveal a shaven mound with only a very thin strip of hair. Phil moved one of his hands down her body and between her legs. He assumed that she had been watching him and the action for some time because she was soaking wet and started juddering in orgasm as he touched her clitoris. Phil loosened his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He bent his legs and moved between the young woman's. As they felt his prick at her lips their mouths met in a tongue wrestling kiss.

Phil pushed up and entered her very wet cunt, sliding fully in in one motion. As he bottomed out he felt her internal muscles massaging his prick. He held both of her breasts and started squeezing and kissing her nipples and then erupted inside of her. The strength of his orgasm made his legs go week but he stayed upright and the two of them held on to each other as they came down from their highs.

As phil came to his senses he moved back towards to apartment window but couldn't see Christine. He realised how ridiculous he must look in just his shirt and his shoes so he reached down and picked up his shorts.

The young woman joined him at the window and as they watched, Christine emerged from a room off to one side that Phil assumed was a bathroom because she was wrapped in her towel.

The young woman took Phil's hand and led him around to the front of the apartment block and in through the front door. He was telling her that he had to leave but she refused to let go of his hand. She opened the door to an apartment and it was only as she dragged him through it that he realised it was to apartment G15. As they walked into the apartment Christine looked up. When she saw the young woman she relaxed but when she saw Phil her expression changed and she got a worried look in her eyes.

The young woman turned out to be Tom's sister Marcia. She knew Christine from old and had decided to watch the action after Tom had asked her to disappear for the evening after having invited Christine round, even though Christine had expected her to be there. When it became apparent that Phil had seen everything, Christine looked worried – until Marcia had described her adventure with Phil. Tom didn't look best pleased but there was nothing he could do about it.

Phil and Christine left about fifteen minutes later and walked back to their hotel. When they were back in their room Phil grabbed his wife and they kissed like teenagers with hands and tongues all over the place. It took them about thirty seconds to get out of their clothes and before Christine knew it, Phil was inside her pounding away. She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him right inside. At the same time she rakes her nails down his back. The pain of her nails and the pleasure of being inside his wife again sent Phil over the top in very quick time. As he came, telling her how much he loved her, Christine's orgasm hit her. They both agreed it was a wonderful end to an amazing night



Oral Expressions



I fumbled with my keys, but finally fit the right one inside the lock and opened the door. I hung my jacket on the coat rack and kicked off my shoes. The light in the living room was on, but my parents were gone and my sister Melanie wouldn't be home until much later. 

Suspicious, I entered the living room and saw that it was in fact, my 20-year-old sister Melanie sitting on the sofa. She was surrounded by a pile of rolled up tissues and had obviously been crying. I sat down beside her, but she didn't look at me. 

"What's up, Mel?" I asked, trying your best to sound concerned. 

"Nothing... it's not like you care." 

"Come on, just tell me. It's therapeutic to get it off your chest," I replied. I took this opportunity to sneak a quick glance at her cleavage, very visible in her white spaghetti-string tank top.

"It's Scott. We had an argument." 

"About what?" I inquired.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked, surprised at my curiosity. 

"Yes, I really want to know," I responded. 

She sat up, wiped her eyes and turned to face me. 

"Well, we did some things, Scott and I." 

"What sort of things?" 

"Sexual things... I gave him head." 

"Oh." 

"I know, it's weird that I'm telling you this, isn't it?" 

"No, come on. I'm 18; just go on." 

"All right, well... I sucked him off and then I expected him to return the favor, you know... and he said he had to leave!"

"He wouldn't do it?" 

"No! We ended up fighting about it and he eventually stormed out." 

"That's unbelievable." 

"I know! I mean, if your girlfriend sucked your dick and asked for the same in return, you'd do it, right?" she asked. 

"Of course, especially if my girlfriend was as hot as yo-" 

I stopped suddenly. 

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening. 

"Nothing, never mind." 

"Were you going to say me?" 

"No, come on... no, I wasn't." 

"No, you were about to say 'if my girlfriend was as hot as you'." 

"All right... so what if I was?" 

"Nothing... I guess I'm flattered." 

"I was just being honest... I mean, I know you're my sister, but you're pretty fucking hot." 

She smiled for the first time that night and began to twirl her curly brown hair between her fingers. 

"Shut up... do you mean it?" she asked. 

"Yeah, definitely." 

"Well, what about me is hot? You know, just for the sake of discussion." 

"I don't know... your tits, I guess." 

"My tits? You don't think they're too big?" she asked, glancing down at her chest. 

"Too big? No way. Who told you that?" 

"Fucking Scott... he said that I should get a reduction," she said with a scowl. 

"No, Mel, they're perfect," I assured her. 

She began to squeeze her breasts in her hands, jiggling them around with her fingers. 

"Well, I guess I like them, too," she shrugged. 

"You've got a pretty nice ass, too, Mel." 

"Oh, shut up," she laughed. 

"What?" 

"I have the worst ass ever." 

"Now you shut up. That is not true at all." 

"My ass looks nothing like those models' do." 

"You mean flat? Guys would die to have a girl with a nice, round ass like yours." 

"Show me what you mean," she said, standing up and turning around. 

"What?" 

"I don't see how my ass is that great, just show me." 

I cautiously brought my hand to her butt, placing it on her left cheek. I ran my hand up and down from the small of her back to the bottom of her thigh. 

"See how it curves right here... guys love that. A nice bubble butt, that's what you have." 

I gave her a gentle spank, causing her to jump, giggle, and slap my hand. 

"Sorry, I've just always kind of wanted to do that." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean with those fucking shorts you wear around the house and those tight jeans..." 

"That gets you hot?" 

"Hell, yeah. How could it not?" 

"Because I'm your sister and you shouldn't see me like that?" she countered. 

"But you're also a woman and I'm a man. It's called primal instinct." 

"You've got a point there, I suppose," she resolved. 

Her eyes wandered to the obvious bulge in my pants. 

"Do you ever... never mind." 

"No, tell me." 

"Do you ever... masturbate, thinking about me?" 

"A few times, I have... yeah." 

That was an understatement. Almost every single one of my masturbatory fantasies has somehow wound up back at Melanie. 

"What do you imagine?" 

"Just you, your body, I mean... naked." 

"Am I touching you?" 

"Yeah, sometimes." 

"Like how?" 

"Maybe your hand is on my dick or something..." 

She suddenly grabbed the growing bulge between my legs. 

"Like this?" she asked, biting her lip. She knew that she was taking a risk.

"Yeah, something like that. Maybe you're stroking it a little." 

"Well, your pants would have to come off for that to happen." 

I complied immediately, standing up, pulling down my pants and kicking them off. My throbbing member was now completely exposed and standing erect before both of us. 

"Wow..." she breathed, taking hold of it and gripping it firmly. 

"I might have been grabbing your tits, in my fantasy I mean." 

I took her silence as a sign of compliance and brushed two fingers against the underside of her chest. When she didn't stop me, I grabbed hold of one of her breasts and then the other, squeezing them gently. 

"You were topless, by the way," I added. 

She smiled and pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her naked tits to jiggle free. 

"Damn, they're beautiful..." I murmured, running the tips of my fingers across the smooth skin and softly tweaking her hard nipples. 

She grabbed my cock again and began to slowly stroke it. 

"What else?" she inquired, her eyes locked on my member. 

"You put it inside your mouth... you sucked on it." 

She tucked her hair behind her ear and lowered her mouth to the head of my cock, brushing her soft lips against it. After she had tasted it, she ran her long tongue up and down my shaft and my balls. 

"Oh, that's fucking good..." I moaned. 

"As good as your fantasy?" she said into my cock. 

"Fucking better..." you reply, holding her hair back. 

She began to suck, slowly at first, but forcefully. She could fit almost the entire length of my shaft down her throat without wincing. With one hand I held her hair and with my other I played with her breasts. 

"Scott doesn't know what he's missing," I mumbled after she had been sucking particularly hard. 

She popped me out of her mouth, but continued to lazily stroke it with her hand.

"I know, right? I give the best blowjobs and all I ask in return is that he gives me a little attention once in a while."

I nodded and pushed her head back down into my lap.

"Getting aggressive, are we?" she giggled.

"Just suck my dick and don't ask questions," I commanded in a playful manner.

"Yes, daddy..." she cooed in a mock innocent tone. That really got me hot and I almost lost it right there, but I managed to regain my composure.

When she saw that I was close to the edge she suddenly stopped.

"Do you promise to eat me after this?" she asked sincerely.

"Of course! In fact, I'll make up for what your dickhead boyfriend did to you and do it as long as you like," I promised.

At that point I would have said anything to get my cock back into her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of my dick before swallowing it again.

It was another few minutes of furious sucking that finally did me in. I grunted to warn her of the impending climax and she readied herself, using even more pressure as if to suck it right out of me.

I gripped her shoulders and pumped my rod in and out of her mouth as I shot my hot, sticky seed down her throat. She then aimed my cock at her chest and emptied the remaining drops onto her fat, naked tits. She smiled at me as she slapped my dick gently against her breasts, causing the soft skin to ripple.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before she had ripped off her panties and spread her legs, beckoning me near as she began to stroke her moist pussy.

"My turn!" she said, wiping my cum from her mouth.

I sank to my knees and positioned myself before her, running my hands up and down her smooth, toned legs. I finally had my hands on this body and wasn't going to waste this opportunity without exploring every inch. Before beginning to tongue her clit, I kissed everywhere around it. I slid a finger inside of her and drew her closer to me. She was busy massaging her tits, but obliged. I finally flicked my tongue at her clit and then brushed my lips against it before eventually sucking it as she had sucked me.

I ate my sister out for a good fifteen minutes before she began to show signs of orgasm. She suddenly tensed up and grabbed my head, guiding my mouth to just the right spot. I teased her, starting and stopping. In her heat, she lost her patience with my game and slapped me good in the head. I laughed into her pussy and that's what sent her over the top. She writhed and twisted as I furiously licked and sucked her. When she came back to earth, it took her a minute to catch her breath.

"Thanks, bro... you don't know how much I needed that. I mean, my vibrator can only do so much."

"No problem... anytime you need it..." I replied.

"Oh, and let me tell you... your cock is going to be mine whenever I need it."

"No argument here," I said with a laugh.

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She cuddled against me and we spent the first of many evenings together, exploring all of our wildest fantasies.