5 comments/ 71654 views/ 13 favorites Claribel, A Melody By: GreyGoose This story was inspired (loosely) by a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, included at the end of the piece. I employ certain of his phrases throughout, but all credit for those words belongs to the great romantic himself. = = = = = = = = = = = = Claribel always seemed to have a way of putting people at ease. It wasn't an effect that she tried to have on people; it just came naturally to her. Looking into those deep, emerald eyes, you knew you could trust her. Sometimes, of course, this led to mischief. Even as a child, she had an easy time convincing her playmates to trek off on adventures with her, and by the time she was in high school, there was scarcely a party or a prank that didn't have Claribel's stamp on it. It was always harmless, if outlandish, fun—Claribel never abused anyone's trust—and even her parents found it difficult to stay angry with her. She was grace personified. She was in her mid-twenties now, a graduate student living in Oregon's serene wine country. As with everyone she encountered, Claribel had a great rapport with her professors and fellow grad students in the history department, but she was perhaps most beloved of all as a teaching assistant. Claribel loved teaching. Her students were enamored with her, too—especially the male ones, who had eagerly rushed after the first day of classes to sign up for recitations with "the hot TA." Indeed, Claribel was stunning. Her soft, rosy features were set off by the dark, unfathomable green of her eyes and the midnight shine of her long, black hair. She wasn't very tall, but her body was slender and rife with sensuality. Even though she dressed more conservatively when teaching, one could glimpse the sumptuous curves of her figure as she paced gracefully in front of the classroom. It flattered Claribel to see that so many young men had difficulty standing up at the end of her classes, but her days of fooling around with college boys were over. Not that she wasn't tempted: once her admirers discovered how approachable she was, Claribel had to force herself to sternly deflect their advances. Far from feeling embarrassed or humiliated, the rejected suitors found themselves strangely at ease. As much as she looked forward to becoming a professor, Claribel was enjoying being a student herself. Grad school was demanding, but on a university campus, Claribel was like a fish in water. She worked hard, studied hard, but she still knew how to have fun. The other grad students depended upon Claribel to drag them away from their books every weekend to unwind at the local bar. The weekend was almost here, and Claribel was itching to cut loose. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = At eve on Thursday, Claribel waited at her window for her friend, Russell, to arrive. For a year after college, the two of them had traveled around Europe together, backpacking from country to country, living on whatever they could make at odd jobs. Russell always had a crush on her in college, but Claribel had convinced him that it was best that they remain friends. In truth, he was too immature for her. Callow, adolescent—he was not what Claribel desired in a romantic partner. Still, she and Russell had a great friendship. His light, carefree attitude was a perfect playmate for Claribel's mischievous streak, which made him an ideal companion for an aimless jaunt around Europe. The only problem was that mischief made Claribel horny. They were not even a week into their journey before Claribel finally gave into temptation and fucked Russell's brains out on the way to Prague! He was a fantastic fuck, but Claribel worried that he would become too attached. Lying in bed the next morning, she explained that her attraction was purely sexual and gave him an ultimatum: if Russell wanted the fun to continue, he would have to accept that the two of them would never be more than friends, albeit erotic friends. Showing remarkable character, Russell didn't agree straight away. Claribel was pleased to see that he took a few days to think it all over. But she was even more pleased when he finally came to a decision and accepted her terms! From then on, the two of them merrily traipsed about the continent, ravaging each other along the way! They fucked in empty train-cars, hostels, bathrooms, and rental cars. They made a game of pleasuring each other while trying not to get caught. Claribel got a thrill out of giving Russell a late-night blow job in the empty streets of Venice. Another week: a mid-day hand job beneath the table of a Parisian café. Russell fingered Claribel as she drove the Autobahn, bringing her to orgasm at 140 km/h. The two of them smoked hash and fucked in Amsterdam. They stripped nude on beaches of Barcelona and fucked discreetly in the turquoise sea. Europe became their erotic playground. As great as it was, she was glad that the romp was over. Russell was a good friend, but Claribel longed for romance in her sex life. She and Russell had parted on good terms after the trip and kept in touch during Claribel's first year of classes in Oregon. She was glad when she heard that Russell was passing through on his road trip down the western seaboard, and she hoped that the two of them would reconnect as friends. A car drew to a halt on the street in front of Claribel's apartment. The clumsy attempt at parallel parking was distinctively Russell's. Claribel was surprised to feel butterflies in her stomach. She took a deep breath and opened her apartment door. Russell had already rushed up her front stairs, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her slim waist, lifting her effortlessly off of her feet. Momentarily overwhelmed, Claribel simply giggled as he spun her around the foyer of her apartment. Setting her back on the ground, Russell boomed, "Ha! It is so great to see you again!" Claribel beamed and threw her arms around his neck. Surprised at his own emotion, Russell swooned as he felt the press of her supple, little body. "It feels like it's been forever!" Claribel replied. Both of them were flustered and somewhat awkward, the usual kind of unease that happens between friends long separated. It was only a matter of minutes, however, until the two of them were joking around and bantering like old times. Once Russell brought his bags into the apartment, they sat down over pizza and beer and reminisced about college. It seemed to both of them that their friendship was just as they had left it. As they sat on the couch together, Claribel noticed Russell's eyes perusing her body during conversation. She was wearing a tight, white tank-top, and a kelly-green, pleated skirt down to her knees, with her bare legs tucked beneath. She wondered why she hadn't thought to put on something a little less sexy, given that she was trying to keep things platonic with Russell! Still, she tried to dismiss his meandering eyes as idle curiosity. After all, he hadn't seen her in a whole year. After a couple more beers, Claribel had stopped fretting about the way Russell was looking at her. His eyes hadn't stopped prying at her clothes, but they began to feel familiar, as if this was the way Russell had always looked at her. At least, this is what she had convinced herself. For once, Claribel had put herself at ease, and she snuggled closer to her friend. Russell smiled and put his arm around her while they continued to talk. Claribel had always found his dimples to be one of his best features, along with his wavy, sandy brown hair. Curling up on the couch next to him reminded her of college, and the memories welled up inside her as she watched Russell take another swig from his beer. A ice-cold drop of condensation from Russell's bottle dripped onto her knee, furling her back into the moment. "Oo!" she howled, feeling the droplet trickle up the inside of her leg. Her knees were tucked up against Russell. As he looked down to see what she was howling about, two more drops of water fell against her skin. "Oo! Ooo!" she repeated, recoiling at the chill traveling along her leg. She started to giggle. "What's the matter?" Russell teased, and then rattled his beer so that more droplets rained down on Claribel's knees. "Ah!" she gasped, slapping him playfully. The two of them laughed, and Claribel fell back onto the couch in a fit of giggles. Keen to keep her laughing, Russell pressed his cold beer bottle against her knees. Claribel squealed. Trying to avoid the icy glass, she rocked her body from side to side, thrashing her jet black hair against the couch cushions. Russell toyed with her, trying to keep the cold bottle against her skin until, all of a sudden, he seemed distracted. Claribel finally calmed down, wondering why Russell had stopped struggling. Then it struck her: having curled up in defense, she had given Russell a view right up her skirt! At once, Claribel blushed, feeling completely exposed. Neither of them moved or spoke, but just sat there, looking at each other. Feeling that the mood had changed, Russell again touched the cold bottle to her bare leg. Instead of putting up a struggle, this time Claribel gasped sensuously in response. She knew she should put a stop to this, but catching Russell staring into her crotch had made her incredibly horny! As he rubbed the icy bottle further up her thigh, Claribel acquiesced. Russell marveled at her shapely legs, which were now entirely exposed with the exception of her white, cotton underwear. God, she was sexy! Unable to restrain himself any longer, Russell slid the base of the bottle further up her thigh and rested it against the thin strip of cloth that covered Claribel's pussy! "Ohh!" Claribel gasped, feeling the chill rush through her loins. She closed her eyes and moaned as he continued to lightly rub the bottle against her. Russell watched and waited for Claribel to stop him. When she didn’t, he set the bottle aside and used his fingers to pull the strip of cloth to one side! His erection twitched inside his pants at the sight of Claribel’s beautiful pussy. Her clit was bright pink and swollen, and Russell began to gently massage it with his finger. Claribel was exceedingly turned on, and she was in no mood to think about the implications of what she was allowing Russell to do. When he began to tug off her underwear, she gladly lifted her hips to oblige. Russell was glad to see how aroused Claribel had become, and he leaned in to taste the juices of her pussy. Claribel's eyes snapped open in surprise as she felt his lips touch against her clit, but then closed them again to savor the warm tickles of his tongue. Russell gave amazing head, something Claribel had missed dearly since their European trip. She squeezed her nipples through her tank-top and let him pleasure her pussy with his mouth. Parting her tender thicket with his fingers, Russell flicked his tongue athwart her clit. The more she moaned, the more he wanted to eat her out! Then he had an idea. Keeping her spread with one hand, he lifted his beer bottle with the other and pressed the ice-cold base against her clit. Claribel squealed! The chill was so pleasurable that she felt like she had an ice cream headache. She ran her fingers through her long, black hair, trying to rub the headache away. Then Russell removed the bottle and melted her clit again with the warmth of his mouth. "Oh god!" Claribel moaned, feeling the headache immediately dissipate, only to be replaced with a warm, woozy head-rush. Russell sucked gently but vigorously on her swollen bud and then touched it again with the icy beer. Claribel grunted ferociously, assailed by a spike of pleasure. Russell knew that she was loving this, so he continued to bring her back and forth between the blasts of cold and the warm suckling of his lips and tongue. "Oh fuck yeah!" Claribel moaned, feeling Russell switch back to using his mouth for the umpteenth time. Her pleasure was rapidly getting the best of her. "Oh fuck…" she groaned, feeling her pussy begin to tighten against the fingers that held it apart. Russell could sense it, too. He dug in, slurping at the moist folds of her opening. Claribel arched her back, gripping tightly to her tits as she felt her body surge with warmth. Then, the orgasm ripped through her body! She roared as her head emptied of blood, and her pussy began to spasm with the rhythm of Russell's tongue. Russell clenched onto her buttocks and held her firmly against his face until he had brought her orgasm to completion. The taste of her juices brought back a thousand memories. Claribel squirmed until her climax finally subsided. Trying to calm her frantic breathing, she opened her eyes toward the ceiling of her living room. She hadn't had an orgasm like that since—well, since their last night in Europe. Claribel lunged forward, forcing Russell up onto his knees. She rummaged about his waist, un-tucking his shirt, un-buckling his belt, un-buttoning his fly. Claribel gazed fiercely up into his eyes and yanked down his jeans and boxer shorts with one swift motion. Hard as timber and just as she remembered it, Russell's cock sprung into the open! She grabbed hold of it and looked up into her friend's eyes. "God, I want to you fuck me right now," she confessed breathlessly. Russell began to lower himself onto her, craving the warm, familiar embrace of her pussy. Claribel wanted it, too, but as she laid back on the couch, she faltered. "N…No," she said, hesitantly, placing a hand against Russell's chest. "No?" he replied, confused. Claribel was confused, too. She did want Russell to fuck her. It was so tempting. And yet she was worried. She didn't know what feelings Russell was reading into all of this. Right now, she didn't even know her own feelings. As badly as she wanted it, she knew she couldn't go forward with it—not right now. "I…I mean, I do want you to fuck me. Believe me, I want it so badly!" she tried to explain. "It's just… I'm not ready for that right now. Do you understand?" Russell didn't really understand. But he knew that things between he and Claribel were complicated, and that was enough. "I guess," Russell replied, disappointed but sympathetic. He sat up on his knees. Claribel laid low on couch, wrapping her legs around him. Her gentle smile, as always, put him at ease. The stirrings of anxiety inside him seemed to pause and die. And yet, his cock remained thick, hard, tipped with the ambrosial nectar that had beckoned to mix with Claribel's juices. Claribel examined the plaintive erection in front of her. It stood over her body like a solemn oak, sighing a lustful melody of an inward agony. She grinned. "But I still want your cock…" Russell raised his eyebrows and watched Claribel's hand reach out to grab hold of his hard on! She slipped her fingers around it, loosely stroking its length and making Russell groan. Whatever disappointment he had felt melted in Claribel’s hand! He found the look of mischief on her face to be particularly bewitching: her eyes fixated on his erection as if it were an adversary to be vanquished! Claribel strengthened her grip on Russell’s cock and began to really beat it off! Knowing how much he loved her hand jobs, she smirked at the look of ecstasy on his face. His cock swelled within her fingers, begging for release, and a pool of nectar was amassing at his tip with each further jerk of her hand. She was getting excited about giving her friend the same pleasure he had just visited on her! Watching sweet, beautiful Claribel lying there in front of him, Russell was certain that her hand job was going to make short work of him. Her taut body shook alluringly to the rhythm of her handiwork, and Russell wanted so badly to ravage her. It was Claribel, however, who was doing the ravaging, and before Russell knew it, his come began to boil. "Oh shit, Claribel," he lisped. Claribel grinned. She was eager for his come! She reached with her other hand to gently grasp his balls. She wanted to feel them swell when she jerked out his load… "Oh, oh shit…" he repeated. "That's right," Claribel encouraged. "I know how you like it. Come for me, baby." Claribel did know how he liked it, and she had Russell ready to explode. She beat him off rapidly, quickening his breath to the pace of her hand. Feeling the moment approach, Claribel had a sudden impulse. She lifted her hips in front of him. "Let me feel your come, baby. Let my pussy feel it!" She pulled up her skirt so that Russell had a perfect view of her pussy, and then she returned her hand to his balls. Seeing Claribel beat him off toward her wet, pink folds was too much. Russell's head began to sizzle and he felt the come began to rise through his shaft. "Oh shit!" he yelled, feeling his load burst forth! It launched into the dark thicket surrounding Claribel's pussy. Claribel was aroused by the warm splash of fluid against her flesh. She continued jacking him off, letting the second shot blast against her clit. Russell's orgasm intensified as he saw Claribel's pussy becoming drenched in his semen, and he roared with pleasure. It was so intense that the bursts of come seemed never-ending, and Claribel did not cease rubbing him off until the last drop had spilled. "Holy shit," Russell gasped. Every time Russell climaxed, his speech reverted to a lisp that hadn't plagued him since childhood. Claribel found this quirk endearing. Resting her hips back on the couch, Claribel grinned at her friend. They had so much fun together! But she couldn't help but wonder what was going through Russell's mind. The truth was, Russell wasn't sure what kind of feelings he had for Claribel. He only wished that the two of them could keep fucking the way they had in Europe. Aside from that wish, he was content to have Claribel as a friend. It may not have been the "romance" Claribel was after, but it was all he could ever desire. Russell smirked at Claribel. They really knew how to get each other off! Claribel pet his spent erection and took a deep breath. "I'm going to take a shower," she said, smiling at the mess of semen in her crotch. Russell nodded and helped her up off the couch. He contemplated following Claribel into the bathroom. He longed to see her gorgeous, naked figure again. But he didn't want to push it. Claribel needed space to think, space to figure out what she wanted from him. That night, Russell offered to sleep on the couch rather than share Claribel's bed. Though she was tempted, she knew it was for the best. Appreciatively, Claribel simply answered, "Thank you," and kissed him good-night. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = At noon, Claribel was on campus for her class the next day. That morning, she had left Russell with a map of the wineries and told him that he could borrow her bicycle to tour the scenic groves. It was Friday. That night, she would meet him at the bar to introduce him to her friends from the program. She met one of her friends, Finch, in the office that they shared. Finch was about her age, an attractive man with dark brown hair and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow. He would be holding office hours while Claribel was off at class. She gathered her books and rushed for the office door, already running late. "See ya!" she called out as she sprinted down the hall. "See you later!" Finch shouted after her. The usual suspects showed up as the first visitors to Finch's office hours. There was Rhea, who was already pulling an A for the course but always had a million questions out of sheer interest. Then there was Jon, who somehow managed to retain nothing from the professor's lectures and came to Finch every week for the recap. After Jon left, Finch was busying himself with erasing the chalkboard on the office wall when he heard the next student arrive. Claribel, A Melody "What can I do for you?" he asked without looking. "Mmm, now there's an intriguing question," answered a female voice. Finch heard the office door shut. He smirked, recognizing the voice, and turned around to find his girlfriend, Mavis. She strutted up to Finch and seductively unbuttoned the top of her blouse! Finch peeked down at her alluringly plump cleavage. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but it was already getting him hard! In the fall semester, Mavis had been one of his students. She was a very attractive senior with shoulder-length chestnut hair and a killer body. As her TA, he struggled not to fall for her, but it became obvious that the feeling was mutual. As soon as the course was over and the grade books were closed, Mavis jumped his bones! The two of them had been fooling around all spring. They both knew that the relationship would probably end once Mavis graduated, but they were content to have fun while it lasted. Today, Mavis clearly had some fun on her agenda. "I… I have office hours…" Finch warned, feebly. Mavis smirked. She pulled open a few more buttons, bringing her black, lacy bra into view. Finch was mesmerized. Mavis cupped her hands over her round tits and tugged down the lacy cups. Her breasts unfurled, pressing their hard, pink nipples toward Finch! "There… there could be students waiting," Finch stuttered, practically salivating over her gorgeous, tanned breasts. Mavis stepped forward so that her exposed chest pressed against Finch's body, forcing him back against the blackboard. "Well, then," she answered, briskly unzipping his fly. "I hope it won’t take you too long to come…" Mavis reached in and yanked out his throbbing cock through his fly! Finch was in no mood to argue. Smirking, Mavis sank to her knees and promptly wrapped her soft mouth around his tip! "Oh man," Finch whispered, trying not to let any sounds carry into the hallway. Mavis looked up at him and smiled as she proceeded to suck him off. She wasn't holding anything back. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she guided his thick meat in along her tongue at a fearsome pace. Plunge after plunge, she worked a warm coat of saliva onto Finch's shaft. Finch loved watching Mavis suck his dick. She was a natural beauty, and it turned him on to see how much she loved pleasuring him! With her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, Finch had a gorgeous view of her mouth sliding around his shaft. She slurped him hungrily, giving just the kind of sloppy head that she knew would get Finch off quickly… In fact, Finch was so hot that he didn't hear the key turning in the door. It swung open, and there was Claribel! She wasn't supposed to be back for an hour, but her class had been cancelled. Her happy expression turned to utter shock as she realized what her officemate was up to behind closed doors! Panicking, Claribel promptly shut the door behind her, trying to keep the students in the hallway at bay. Without thinking, she had shut herself inside the room with Finch and Mavis! Caught entirely off guard, they all stared guiltily at one another, and with embarrassment, Mavis removed Finch’s dripping erection from her mouth. At a loss for words, but young and brazen enough to break the silence, Mavis whispered, “Um… hi, Claribel.” With her back pressed against the office door, Claribel stood in shock. She was almost relieved to recognize the woman on her knees, having met Mavis on numerous prior occasions. Nothing, course, could have prepared her to meet Mavis half-naked in the midst of giving head! “Um… hi…” Claribel responded automatically, not quite sure how else to respond. Finch was staring at her, his face white as a sheet. She met his eyes uncomfortably. She felt trapped, knowing that she should run away, but unable to open the door. Clutching her books to her chest, she gawked at her equally stunned officemate. When, however, she found her eyes irresistibly drawn downward, her reaction went from shock to awe. Finch was huge! "Wow," Claribel gasped to herself, gaping at Finch's crotch. "I…I'm sorry…I…" Finch stuttered. "No, no," Claribel responded dreamily, still flustered by what her eyes were beholding. "I…I'm impressed!" She smiled, wondering if her honesty would relieve some of the tension in the room. It did. Mavis grinned in response. She was still in the mood for games… "Nice huh?" Mavis asked with a coy smirk. Claribel raised her eyebrows in response. Finch became increasingly uncomfortable as he realized that his exposed member was becoming the focus of this awkward exchange. He motioned to tuck it back into his pants, but Mavis held firm. She enjoyed the way that Claribel was looking at the two of them. Noticing that Claribel could not tear her eyes away, Mavis decided to test her reaction as she began to stroke her boyfriend's cock in front of her! Finch's eyes bugged out, in utter disbelief that Mavis was continuing to touch him despite Claribel's presence. But Claribel smirked! “I… I’m sorry I interrupted…” Claribel mumbled, mesmerized by the sight. She found herself unexpectedly turned on by watching a woman rub such a big cock. “You didn’t interrupt,” Mavis answered, in a tone that sounded more like an invitation than a platitude. Finch fidgeted uncomfortably. He was still panicked, worried about how awkward they were making Claribel feel. But as he studied Claribel’s pretty face, he noticed that she didn’t seem to feel awkward at all! Rather, she smirked coyly at him and set her books down on the desk. What devilish suggestion had Claribel read in Mavis’ eyes?! The answer came with a sudden rush as he felt his girlfriend’s mouth revisit his erection! “Oh fuck,” he gasped, looking down at her with horrified delight. Her eyes taunted him as she slipped his large cock in along her tongue. The look of amusement upon her face seemed to him almost depraved until he noticed that Claribel was wearing the same expression! At once, his panic turned into a feeling of tantalizing bliss as he realized that Claribel wanted to watch him get a blow job! He stared at Claribel, aroused yet terrified by her fascination. He had always found her so sexy, and her body looked delicious in her dark jeans and tight-fitting, black V-neck. Seeing Finch's anxiety, she simply smiled and gently crossed her arms over her chest. Her quiet curiosity seemed to sing a lullaby that put Finch at ease. His erection swelled to her tune. The idea that his gorgeous officemate wanted to watch his cock being sucked made him tingle with delight! It made Mavis horny, too, to let Claribel watch, but she knew that they didn't have much time before the students in the hallway came knocking. Energized by Claribel’s presence, she popped Finch out of her mouth and shoved him back against the blackboard. From the look in Mavis' eyes, he knew he was a dead man, and his erection stood out like a headstone. Claribel’s heart raced. She had never watched other people have sex before, but it was really getting her hot! Adding to her titillation, she realized that Mavis was looking directly at her as she took Finch back into her mouth! Like a wild bee, Mavis began humming softly as she slipped her wet mouth around his shaft. Finch rolled his eyes back into his head, swooning at the sensations of Mavis' vibrating mouth. Her hums sounded like gentle moans, and it was really getting him off! "Oh, oh g…" Finch choked on his words, trying not to speak too loudly. But Mavis' soft, persistent plunges were making it very difficult to hold back. Claribel raised her eyebrows, realizing that Finch was teetering on the brink. Her heart fluttered at the idea that he might actually have an orgasm right before her eyes! "Oh, ohh…" Finch trembled breathily. He could feel the climax approaching, and could hardly believe that Mavis was taking this all the way! She hummed and hummed, begging his cork to pop. And then, it popped. "Unnggg!" Finch groaned, furrowing his brow at Claribel. Her jaw dropped as she realized that his orgasm was erupting into Mavis' mouth! Mavis held her lips fast, forcing Finch's hot come into the back of her throat. She gulped spurt after spurt, sucking him off until he had nothing left to give. Finch felt as if he would faint. So did Claribel. But neither of them had that option. There were students outside the office. Mavis cleaned him off with her tongue, looking at Claribel as she licked him. Claribel smiled in amazement. She was absolutely enamored with the two of them for letting her watch! Finch and Mavis were equally grateful. Mavis tucked Finch's cock back inside his pants and zipped him up. Facing Claribel, she got up from her knees with a sense of pride. Claribel watched Mavis tuck her tits back into her bra and button up her blouse. The two women exchanged smirks. They were quite pleased with—and by—each other. "Sorry to intrude on your office," Mavis said with a grin. Claribel smiled at the two of them. "No, no," she answered. "Stop by any time… I know Finch wouldn't mind." Truth be told, Finch might not have agreed. Despite being the best orgasm of his life, the whole experience had been so awkward and embarrassing at first that he almost would have wished it away. But something about Claribel put him at ease. She really enjoyed watching him get off! "So I'll see you tonight?" Claribel asked casually as Mavis gathered her belongings. "Oh, right… the bar. Yep, we'll be there! Right, Finch?" Finch was still dobbing the sweat from his brow. He was staggered that Mavis and Claribel could be having a normal conversation right now. The return to normalcy, however, was a relief. He smiled at his girlfriend and nodded. "Good then," Mavis smirked. "We'll see you tonight!" "Wait, wait!" Finch shouted in a whisper. "Don't leave here alone. I have students out there. They'll be way too suspicious." He glanced around for a solution. "Claribel, would you mind leaving with her?" "My pleasure," Claribel grinned. Finch rolled his eyes and playfully shooed the two of them out the door. They walked past the waiting students without a word. A befuddled student walked into the office to see if Finch was available. From down the hall, Claribel heard Finch begin to explain, "I'm sorry about that. We had a… we had a TA meeting that couldn't wait…" Adding to the perplexity of his students, Finch's back was covered in chalk dust. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = At midnight, the moon came out and watched over the plush groves of Oregon. Claribel was just returning to her apartment with a few friends after leaving the bar. Most everyone had gone home to bed, but a few had taken Claribel's offer to continue the party back at her place. With her were Russell, Finch and Mavis. Mavis was still wearing her royal-blue blouse from earlier with a knee-length, denim skirt. Claribel wore her dark-wash jeans and the tight, black V-neck. Everyone had really taken a liking to Russell. Mavis, especially, had been at his ear all night, fascinated by the stories of his and Claribel's travels in Europe. "Well, enough about us," Russell said as they settled into the living room. "Tell me about how the two of you met." Mavis grinned. Russell had stumbled onto a steamy secret. Fortunately, Mavis loved sharing steamy secrets, and Finch was just drunk enough to let her. Claribel overheard the question from the kitchen, and when she returned with everyone's drinks, she cut into the conversation. "Ah ha… you ask a good question, my friend," she teased. "Last semester, Mavis was Finch's student!" "Scandalous!" Russell joked. "Not so scandalous," Finch interjected, with characteristic seriousness. "We didn't start seeing each other until the semester was over." "Oh, it's more scandalous than that!" Mavis corrected him. "Oh, really?" Claribel solicited, her curiosity piqued. Mavis glanced devilishly at Claribel, knowing by now that she could be trusted with a steamy secret or two. She sipped her drink and then leaned in to give them the juice. Finch rolled his eyes. "I didn't make it easy for Finch to resist me," she remarked, with a hint of mischief. "Oh, he was very good about trying. I was attracted to him since the first day of classes, and I flirted with him every week in his office hours. Each time, I would wear sexier clothes, make more attempts to touch him casually, and so on. It was shameless! I could tell that Finch wanted me, but being Mr. Responsible, he dutifully rebuffed me each time. But one day…" Everyone's eyebrows rose. "One day, we were sitting in his office together. I was wearing a very low-cut shirt, and I was amusing myself at how often I could get Finch to look down at my cleavage. He was trying futilely to remain professional when I noticed him shifting in his chair. Sure enough, I looked down to see a sizable erection bulging in his pants!" Finch was mortified that his girlfriend was telling this story. He was calmed, however, by the sense that Claribel and Russell were the types who were perfectly comfortable around the topic of sex. This impression was not entirely correct. Claribel and Russell were quite adventurous when it came to sex, but they are not particularly accustomed to talking about it. The reason that they listened so eagerly to Mavis' confession is that it was making them quite uncomfortable… in a very good way. Mavis continued. "This enormous bulge stood between us like the elephant in the room!" Claribel and Russell laughed hysterically at Mavis’ choice of metaphor. "From that moment on, I knew I had to have him. So I made it my senior project to bag my TA!" Mavis joined the laughter, and even Finch couldn't help but chuckle. "So you made her wait?" Russell asked Finch, eager for the rest of the story. "Well, she knew well enough that I couldn't get involved with a student—not that it has stopped other teachers in the past. As much as I wanted it, she knew I wouldn't have it. But I swear that the very night that grades were submitted, I found Mavis waiting in our department lounge!" Finch thought that this last admission would put the story to rest. But he was wrong. "I had asked Finch for an appointment late that night, knowing that he would be the only one around," Mavis confessed. "I had waited long enough, and when he found me in the lounge, I wasted no time seducing him. 'Have the grades been submitted?' I asked him, unbuttoning the top button of my blouse." To everyone's surprise, Mavis opened a button on her blouse for dramatic effect! Russell glanced furtively at Claribel, wondering if this was usual behavior for Mavis. Claribel simply smiled. "When he answered, 'yes,' I approached him and unclasped another button. Grabbing the waistband of his pants, I asked him if that meant that I was officially no longer his student." Now airing even more cleavage in front of Russell and Claribel, Mavis was now practically crawling on top of her boyfriend as they sat together on the couch. This was all a joke to her, burlesquing her seduction to get a few laughs at Finch's expense. Yet she couldn't help but feel the same exhibitionist tingle that she had discovered when Claribel walked into the office earlier that day. "Finch had only to nod," Mavis continued, "to set me loose. I reached into his pants and finally got my hands on what I had been craving all semester!" Russell blinked, hardly believing that he was seeing Mavis actually reach down into Finch's trousers! He figured that this was just an overzealous blunder of a free spirit who had merely gotten a little too drunk and a little too horny. He laughed and expected Mavis to retreat as soon as she realized how far she had gone. But Russell's laughter only goaded Mavis onward, letting her assume that he liked what he saw. He did like it, but he could not believe that she was now actually rubbing her hand inside Finch’s pants! Claribel was not as shocked, but she was just as aroused. Blouse open, Mavis' body was pressed against Finch as she massaged his erection in front of everyone. She intended this outlandish stunt only as a little joke on Finch, one which she expected him to promptly end out of embarrassment. Had Finch stopped her, she would have buttoned up her blouse and had a good laugh. But Finch had neither the will nor the desire to stop her. "Here we go again," was all he mumbled under his breath. "Again?" Russell asked, confused. Claribel grinned at him. It was the kind of grin that simply said, "Trust me." And Russell always trusted Claribel. Claribel knew that if she and Russell merely sat there awkwardly, Mavis would get the hint and put an end to her own charade. She wondered what must have been going through Russell's mind. Surely her horny friends were making her guest uncomfortable with their antics. But far from being disquieted, Russell was gawking lecherously at the two of them! Russell's fascination made Claribel even more aroused. Perhaps she didn't want Mavis to end the charade after all! She could feel the mischief swelling inside her. On sheer impulse, Claribel sauntered across the room and took a seat on the arm of the couch, right next to Finch and Mavis. They looked up at her, unsure of her intentions, but intrigued that she seemed to condoning their lascivious joke. "Now, it's not fair to tease us with all this talk about the elephant in Finch's pants!" Claribel remarked, looking down at the movement of Mavis' hand. Smirking at the two of them, she reached down and began to unzip Finch's fly! She watched carefully to see if they would object, but by now she knew well enough that they would not. Claribel, after all, had already become acquainted with Finch's elephant. The only person who didn't understand how Claribel could be so bold was Russell! His shock was matched only by his extreme arousal, seeing Claribel smile seductively at him while slowly unzipped Finch's pants. Russell could hardly believe his own eyes, but he trusted Claribel's. Her emerald eyes sparkled with the glint of mischief that had always propelled the two of them into their wildest adventures. Russell sensed that another adventure was underway as he bemusedly watched Claribel pull open Finch's pants. Mavis grinned at Claribel's daring move, and her own exhibitionism was ignited. Reaching into Finch's boxers, she quickly pulled the surging hard-on out through his fly! A flash of heat spread through her face as she saw her boyfriend's penis towering in the open. Claribel smirked, pleased to have another look at Finch's beautiful specimen, and Russell was stunned. "Whoa," he said, eager to play along in this intriguing game. "You weren't kidding!" Mavis smiled, happy to see that everyone was playing along. "Now you can see why I had to have more than his history lessons!" she chuckled, stroking her fingers adoringly down his shaft. Finch was daunted to have his swollen cock be the center of everyone's attention, but the kudos were flattering. He sat quietly, proudly, willing to submit to whatever the two beautiful women who flanked him had in mind. Neither Claribel nor Mavis had thought that far ahead. They were flying by the seats of their pants… so to speak. But the seat of Claribel's pants had, as usual, an itch for Russell. With a wave of her finger, she beckoned him nearer. "Russell is no slouch in that department, either," Claribel chided as he approached her. The bulge in his pants was already evident. Knowing that Russell was keen to join the fun, Claribel smiled up at him and cheerfully rummaged for his fly. He took a deep breath and anxiously watched Claribel liberate his throbbing cock! "Oh my!" Mavis exclaimed, impressed by his amply proportioned tool. Claribel, A Melody The moment was surreal. None of them had ever done anything like this before today. And yet there they were, openly admiring each other's genitals like an innocent round of show-and-tell. A new, exhilarating threshold had been crossed—a threshold beyond which no rules had been established, but rather had to be made up as they went along. Flourishing in this element, Mavis took the next leap. Still holding her boyfriend's cock in one hand, she reached out and touched Russell's with the other! "Hard, too," she reported tremulously. Finch might have been jealous, but he found himself weirdly excited. Seeing that Finch did not object, Mavis proceeded to stroke Russell's erection right before his eyes. This was the first time she had been with two men, and it electrified her to have a big, hard cock in each hand! Claribel sat by in awe of the scene. Signaling her own approval, she rose to her feet and approached Russell from behind, accommodatingly removing his pants and boxers while Mavis continued to stroke his bone. Russell stared into Claribel's eyes, tantalized by what was happening to him, as she next removed his shirt. Stripped bare in the middle of the room, he was now entirely vulnerable to Mavis' charms. She grinned at his sturdy physique, tacitly thanking Claribel—and Finch—for letting her play with this new toy. Claribel smiled devilishly at her naked friend, leaving him to Mavis' designs. She returned to the couch, squeezing in next to Finch and kneeling up against the other side of his body. Sandwiched between his girlfriend and the alluring Claribel, Finch beamed with anticipation. He wrapped his arm around Claribel and placed his hand on the back of her jeans. Her remarkable, round ass had always caught his attention, since the first time he saw her walking down the halls of the history department. He relished his first chance to grope her firm, shapely buttocks. Remaining casually pinned against Finch, Claribel welcomed him to take liberties with her. Finch was delighted by the invitation, and he ran his other hand up her front, grazing her flat belly and settling on her covered breasts. They were not as generous as his girlfriend's, but they were firm, perky, and ample to fill the cups of his large hands. Long before Mavis had come along, Finch had fantasized about having the chance to fondle Claribel's beautiful curves. His mind was swimming with the realization that his chance had finally come! Claribel moaned softly, warmed by the lust of Finch's hands. She had always secretly pined for him. She tossed her long, raven hair back behind her shoulders and let him have his way with her. Surrendering to his curiosity, Finch proceeded to lift Claribel's shirt. Her flat belly appeared so soft and smooth that, acting on an inexplicable urge, Finch leaned in and licked her navel. Claribel squealed and giggled at his rapaciousness, and she accommodated him by grabbing her shirt cross-handed and removing it completely. Casting it off, she revealed a black, silk bra that gripped her svelte upper body. Finch could have wept at the sight of her resplendent figure. Mavis was pleased to see her boyfriend swooning over Claribel. Ensuring that he was amply gratified, Mavis rubbed her hand along his shaft, pleasuring both men simultaneously as the three of them watched Claribel undress. Encouraged by the swelling of their erections, Claribel reached back and unclasped her silken bra. Slipping it off, she displayed her pert, round breasts to every eager eye. Mavis grinned as she watched her boyfriend seize upon Claribel’s lovely chest. He cupped her breasts with both hands, and Claribel beamed as he squeezed them. After letting him have a good feel, Claribel stood up from the couch and took a seat on Finch's knees. He found even her bare back to be beautiful, her shiny, black hair cascading down its wiry contours. Having interrupted Mavis’ fun, Claribel helped the horny young co-ed to her feet. Mavis tingled as Claribel unbuttoned the rest of her blouse for her. She could see that Russell was smitten with her voluptuous chest, so she hastily unsnapped her own bra and freed her gorgeous breasts for him to see. Russell gulped. Topless, Mavis stepped up to him and bid him to have a feel. He happily took up her offer, knowing that Finch was in no position to object. Her full, heavy breasts overflowed in his hands, and Mavis squirmed pleasurably as he fondled them. Though glad to see Russell enjoying himself, Claribel was surprised find herself feeling envious. Finding a way to steal his attention, she leaned forward and took Russell’s outstretched member into her mouth! Russell choked on his breath, assaulted by the pleasure of her lips. The soft, wet plunges of her mouth were so familiar to him, yet so sorely missed. Claribel, too, took a certain pleasure in tasting him once again. Mavis watched over Claribel, fascinated by the way she sucked Russell's cock. She instantly apprehended what Claribel had found so erotic about watching another woman give a blow job. Mavis pulled back Claribel's long, black hair and marveled at the sight of Russell's throbbing shaft sinking into her mouth. Before long, however, Mavis was itching to satisfy an oral fixation of her own. Mavis returned to her boyfriend on the couch. They both exchanged grins of approval at what was transpiring in front of them. Finch found it particularly erotic that Claribel was sitting on his lap while giving Russell head! His own thick cock rested against the back of her jeans, taunting him with prospect the position suggested. Mavis smirked at his apparent lust for Claribel and decided to play into his fantasies. Finch gasped as his girlfriend leaned toward his crotch and let her sweet lips slide around him! She bobbed her mouth hungrily around his shaft, wanting him to feel the same pleasure that Claribel was visiting on Russell. Each man kept an eye on the blow job the other was receiving, and they almost felt as if they were experiencing both simultaneously! Claribel could feel the motion of Mavis' face rubbing against her backside. The persistent, rhythmic movement was even starting to get her off. Mavis intrigued her. Licking her own saliva off of Russell's shaft, Claribel beckoned him to follow her lead. Standing up from Finch's lap, she approached Mavis from behind. She grinned devilishly at Russell and began to run her fingertips up the backs of Mavis' thighs. She hitched Mavis' denim skirt up over her hips to reveal her completely bare bottom! Given Mavis' proclivities for impromptu romps with Finch, it figured that she often went without any underwear. In fact, the knowledge that she was naked under her skirt made Finch even hornier. It was making Russell—and even Claribel—horny, too, as they gazed at Mavis' plush, bare buttocks and excited pussy. Feeling herself exposed, Mavis moaned, causing the vibrations the Finch's cock enjoyed so much. This gave Claribel an idea. Out of sheer curiosity, she touched a finger to Mavis' pussy and began to tickle her! Mavis moaned again, giving Finch a true hummer at Claribel's prompting. Claribel had never pleasured a woman before, but it fascinated her. She began to press her finger into Mavis, feeling the squish of her warm juices. Russell was astounded! Her finger undulated, making an earnest attempt to bring Mavis off, and the sound of another woman moaning at her touch was as thrilling to her as it was to the guys! Having had her fun, Claribel smiled at Russell to signal that it was his turn. Suggestively, she pushed out her tongue and made a licking motion, indicating what she would like him to do! The mere sight of Claribel's tongue thrashing close to Mavis' pussy was getting Russell hot. He sank to his knees, and after Claribel had removed Mavis' skirt, Russell began to eat her out. Claribel chuckled at what she had wrought, knowing how fantastic Russell was with his tongue. She listened to Mavis moan and moan as he sucked on her clit. Claribel stood back and watched her friends pleasure each other. It was a beautiful sight. Mavis and Russell were now entirely nude, and their beautiful, sweat-drenched bodies were a thing to behold. Claribel was comfortably topless, and she loved the way that Finch ogled her even while his girlfriend sucked his dick. She decided that his body was too well covered. Walking behind the sofa, Claribel pulled Finch's shirt over his head, revealing a nicely chiseled torso. She ran her fingers over his chest and rounded the sofa again so that she faced him. Dropping to her knees, Claribel gingerly removed Finch's pants and boxers as Mavis continued to suck him off. She admired his strapping, nude figure and suddenly had a mischievous urge. Claribel leaned in and began to wash her tongue over Finch's balls! Mavis grinned approvingly and invited Claribel to take over as she moved away to enjoy the ministrations of Russell's tongue. Claribel accepted the invitation and gradually worked her tongue all the way up Finch's sizable shaft. He was stupefied. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the lovely Claribel would one day pleasure him with her mouth! But Claribel was quite taken with him. Ever since she had seen Mavis sucking him off, she had a hankering to feel that big cock within her own lips! Claribel smiled at Finch as she slathered her tongue along his cock. That look alone was enough to make Finch blow his load. It was to his advantage to restrain himself, however, because Claribel had much more to give. She grinned and put her lips around him, soaking his tip with her warm spit. Taking him further, she filled her mouth with his thick, engorged cock. Finch grunted with extreme pleasure and felt Claribel begin to slide him in and out of her felicitous embrace. She found his formidable cock delicious and set about making this a blow job that he would not soon forget! As Claribel pleasured him, Finch affectionately stroked his fingers along his girlfriend's naked body. She was taut with pleasure, and it wasn't long until he noticed that she was on a brink of climax! Russell was hungrily devouring her pussy, and Mavis' soft, little body could hardly take anymore. She stared into her boyfriend's eyes with a look of utter desperation, huffing and puffing each uneven breath. "Oh man," she moaned with a tremor in her voice. Her eyes closed, and she could feel her pussy begin to constrict around Russell's tongue. Watching the tension on her face, Finch marveled the strange beauty of seeing her reach an orgasm at the service of another man! Mavis' arms buckled, hardly able to hold her up off the couch. "Oh man, ohhh man…" she cried out. "Ohhh… ahhhh!!" She called out her pleasure like a songbird as she was assailed by the spasms radiating from her loins. Her juices rushed over Russell's tongue, thanking him profusely. He continued to lap them up until Mavis was completely spent. "Oh my god," she voiced breathily into Finch's ear. He smiled warmly at her, pleased that she had been so richly gratified. Somehow he wasn't surprised by the words she whispered next: "Do you want to see him fuck me?" Claribel overheard the question, and she smirked at Finch as she held his cock against her face. The three of them found Mavis' suggestion appealing in all its implications. Finch smiled and nodded his assent to her. As Russell got up from his knees behind Mavis, she turned to him with a simple demand: "Fuck me." Russell looked down on her luscious, naked body with great desire, and seeing that Finch approved, he took Mavis firmly by the hips. Enthusiastically, he squared the tip of his swollen cock up against her vagina. Her heart beat heavily as he began to press slowly into her! His cock was luxuriously hard, and Mavis whimpered as she felt it press against her inner walls. She affectionately rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder as Russell began to fuck her from behind. From Finch's shoulder, Mavis watched Claribel give him head. She understood the thrill that Finch was getting from watching Claribel's beautiful face plunge around his cock. Meanwhile, Claribel was contemplated trying to make Finch come with her mouth, but watching Mavis' voluptuous body shake with increasing force of Russell's thrusts, another idea consumed her. Pulling her mouth away and rubbing off the saliva with her hand, Claribel rose to her feet. Topless, she could feel the adoration of Finch's eyes tickling her breasts, and she knew he would be even more tantalized as she unbuttoned her jeans. She sensuously gyrated her hips as she peeled them down to the floor, and proceeded to do the same with her black, silk underwear. Finch was awestruck, beholding Claribel's taut, slender body in all its glory. Coquettishly, Claribel cast back her long, black hair and approached Finch's lap. His cock twinged as he felt her naked skin brush against his knee. Sensing not the least objection from Mavis, she crawled on top of Finch. Mavis could hear the blood surging through her boyfriend's arteries as he watched Claribel settle onto his lap and parade her naked body inches from his face. Staring seductively into his eyes, Claribel reached down, grabbed his shaft firmly at the base, and aligned it with her pussy! Finch grunted when he felt his tip kiss her warm juices. Claribel smiled at him and braced herself for his hefty member. Gingerly, she began to lower her hips, taking in the first sumptuous inches. Finch was excited to feel how wet she was, especially since he could feel that he was pushing the limits of her tight channel. His girth stretched her pussy, and it tantalized him to listen to her groan with spikes of delectable pain as she strained to take more and more. Claribel moaned softly when she felt that her pussy had become entirely full of cock. Opening her eyes, she slowly began to rock her hips. Finch grumbled with pleasure as he felt her tight pussy rub along his deeply anchored shaft. Mavis had become accustomed to his size, but this was the first time Claribel had been fucked by something this big! She was exultant. As Finch's cock became saturated in her juices, she began to pick up her pace, letting his swollen tool slide soothingly in and out of her cunt. Mavis watched with devilish glee as her boyfriend's cock penetrated Claribel. Mounted atop him, Claribel's naked body glistened with a sheen of perspiration, and its rhythmic undulations were fascinatingly erotic. Mavis sensed that watching Claribel had given Russell, too, even greater verve because he soon began pounding more forcefully into her own pussy. Mavis loved to be fucked from behind, and the violent thrusts of Russell's hips against her buttocks were make her insanely wet. Still resting against her boyfriend's shoulder, she knew that Finch could feel the heavy rhythm of Russell's thrusts reverberating through her body, and she moaned uncontrollably in his ear. Claribel's ears were tickled by the sound of Russell slapping against Mavis' rear. She tried to match his rhythm. Submitting completely to Claribel, Finch grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed them gently as she fucked him. With her tense body bouncing at a faster pace, Finch was quickly overwhelmed. Claribel could tell that he was on the verge of blowing his load. She didn't mind letting him come inside her, but she had a feeling she knew what Finch really wanted. Grinning at him, she let his cock slide out, and then she crawled back onto the floor. Claribel had never minded the taste of herself—a naughty proclivity that had always pleased her past lovers. She once again began sucking on Finch's cock! Mavis was impressed, and she grinned sardonically, knowing that Finch would be utterly destroyed by the pleasure. Mavis felt that Russell, too, was building toward a climax. As much as she enjoyed being fucked by him, she had noticed that the whole night, his eyes had been on Claribel. Deciding that Russell had pleasured her plentifully for one evening, Mavis looked back at him and gestured her eyes toward Claribel. Russell thought for a moment. He was thoroughly enjoying Mavis, but she was right—his true desire lay elsewhere. He smiled gratefully at her and savored a last few plunges into her magnificent pussy before withdrawing. Mavis crawled onto the couch with her boyfriend. Claribel hadn't noticed that Mavis and Russell had stopped fucking until she felt Russell's hands rest upon her hips. She looked back to see his eyes pleading hopefully. She knew what he wanted, and tonight she had no reservations. Claribel smiled at him and slowly raised her hips. Russell's heart leapt with joy! He grinned widely at her as she returned her mouth to Finch. Russell settled his tip within Claribel's soft, pink folds and delightedly sank his erection into her. Claribel moaned as felt her long-time friend begin to fuck her. But a single vibration of her lips was enough to set Finch off: he immediately began to climax! His cock swelled inside Claribel's mouth, and he could feel his come begin to boil up toward her spit. Seeing her eyes begging for him to ejaculate, he felt his entire body spasm, and his semen began to erupt into her mouth. Joyfully, Claribel let each powerful burst of come spill over her tongue as she continued to plunge around his surging cock. Rather than swallow right away, she let his come fill her mouth and drip down his shaft while she sucked it. The rest of Finch's body went numb as he felt Claribel's sweet mouth carry his climax to breathtaking completion. Watching Claribel smother Finch's orgasm with her mouth, Russell was energized. She was so erotic! He plunged his rigid cock deep inside her, squeezing her soft buttocks against his hips. Claribel could feel how strongly he desired her. What she didn't expect was how quickly she herself would become overwhelmed! Russell began pounding steadily into her, rubbing his stiff member right into her sweet spot. Thrust after thrust, Claribel's whole body became racked with pleasure. Overcome, she was forced to finally detach her mouth from Finch. Her green eyes rolled back into her head as she supported herself upon his knees, and Finch watched his come drip sensuously down her chin. Claribel roared with pleasure, submitting to Russell as he fucked her mercilessly. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!!" Mavis grinned, knowing just how Claribel was feeling. Taking up where Claribel left off, Mavis leaned down and continued to clean off Finch's shaft with her tongue. Finch shuddered. Never in his life had his cock been so heaped with adoration! The soft, familiar embrace of his girlfriend's mouth soothed the feeling back into his nerves. Meanwhile, he and Mavis watched intently as Claribel's nerves were rattled! "Ohhh, ohh fuck me!" she crowed, digging her fingernails into Finch's knees. Russell was not letting up, slamming doggedly against her ass. By this point, he could feel his own blood begin to boil, but he was determined to make Claribel come first. And she did. "Ohhhh, ohhhh! Raaaaaahhhhh!" The orgasm ripped through Claribel's flesh. Unrelentingly, Russell drilled into her, causing the spasms to ripple out through her hips. The sudden gush of fluid pouring around Russell's cock made him broil. Frenziedly fucking Claribel's dripping cunt, Russell himself began to climax. Though he was weak in the knees, he struggled to keep thrusting until his load rocketed erupted deep inside her pussy. Claribel felt Russell's semen flow into her hot juices, enhancing her own pleasure. When they both were utterly spent, Russell finally slowed to a halt and petted Claribel's naked skin until she had the strength to move. Resting her head on Finch's knee, Claribel slowly regained control of her senses, and wiping his semen from her lips, she found herself beginning to laugh! Who would have imagined that her penchant for mischief would have led to this?! Finch, Mavis and Russell shared her giddiness and joined her laughter. Russell reluctantly withdrew his waning erection and invited Claribel to collapse with him on the sofa.