0 comments/ 58968 views/ 3 favorites Study Session By: mayeliza Carly sat down in the corner of the large auditorium; it was already full. Glancing quickly to the stage she saw she had a couple of minutes before the guest speaker would be introduced. The anthropology professor was still droning on about the speaker’s education and achievements. Carly took the opportunity to look around the large room. She wouldn’t consciously admit it to herself but she was looking for someone. When her eyes landed on her, she smiled, her heartbeat raced, and her breathing quickened. Two rows down and five seats over sat Rebecca. Rebecca wasn’t beautiful, she was pretty sure, but no one could say she was beautiful. In Carly’s eyes she was perfection. Rebecca was a couple of inches short of six feet, had curly brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a thin frame, breasts that would barely fill a B cup, and curves so slight they were almost nonexistent. Her face was animated; her clear green eyes always seemed to be filled with laughter over some personal joke. Carly had first me her a week earlier when they both showed up to a review session for an exam. She’d been wondering ever since how she could have missed her. They had talked briefly that day and had even managed a few quick hellos since then. Rebecca had been on Carly’s mind ever since; Carly had been so preoccupied with her even her boyfriend had started to notice. Carly quickly turned her gaze to George sitting besides her wondering how he would feel if she confessed to having sexual urges toward another female. Carly mentally shrugged and looked once more toward Rebecca willing her to turn around, so she could glimpse at the face that had been haunting her dreams. Rebecca felt the eyes at the back of her head. She turned around slowly; her gaze moving up toward Carly and she smiled. Her green eyes bright. It was good to know she wasn’t alone in her infatuation. When she had first met Carly, at the review session, she had been blown away. Carly was raw energy wrapped up in a very sexy package. Carly was about her own height, but that’s where the similarities ended. While Rebecca was thin and almost flat, Carly was everything female. Her blonde hair fell straight down to her waist, her bad was curved, her breasts were big without being obscene, and she had the muscle tone of an athlete. Nothing about her could be called bony. As Rebecca looked up at Carly, she wondered if her grey eyes had gone dark as they often did when they managed upon each other for a quick hello. Their eyes met and locked for several moments until the guest speaker finally took the podium and Rebecca turned around to take notes. The auditorium emptied out quickly after the speaker’s closing remarks. Rebecca was still in her row looking up at Carly, smiling. Carly made excuses to George, kissed him good-bye, and watched as he left the auditorium. She then turned and began walking down towards Rebecca. Rebecca met her halfway. Carly stood when step above her, looking down at her animated face. “Hi,” Carly said smiling, feeling butterflies flutter around her stomach. “Hello,” Rebecca replied looking around. They were completely alone in the large auditorium. “What did you think of the speaker?” “He sounded interesting, but I only understood about a third of what he said.” “That sounds about right. Everything else was bullshit,” Rebecca replied moving her hand to touch Carly’s where it gripped her books. Carly looked down to where Rebecca’s pale hand covered her own tanned one. She loosened her grip on the anthropology books and intertwined her fingers with Rebecca’s. Biting down on her lower lip, she looked up to Rebecca’s eyes and smiled. Rebecca smiled back. Neither felt the urge to untangle their fingers. “Are you ready for the exam on Friday?” Carly asked mostly to end the silence that had stretched between them. “No, not at all. Maybe we could get together to study.” “Yeah, that would be great.” “How about right now?” Rebecca asked. Carly smiled. “I mean this was my last class for today, and it’s my day off work, but if you have something to do we can study some other day.” “Actually, I’m free for the rest of the afternoon as well, Carly lied. She still had a PoliSci class, but it bored her to tears and one missed class wasn’t going to kill her. “Great. Do you want to go to the library? We could get one of those private study rooms.” “That sounds good,” replied Carly. They walked out of the auditorium hand in hand, and started toward the five story building that housed the library. Inside the private study room, the two girls sat side by side rather than across from each other. They were both wearing shorts in appreciation of the hot April weather, and their naked legs continuously rubbed against each other. Their head were close together Rebecca’s curly brown hair mingling with Carly’s straight blonde hair. Their voices were lowered as they read over notes and discussed different lectures. They study room itself was small. It had a table, four chairs, a dry erase board, no window, and a door without any windows. They only illumination in the closed in room was the harsh florescent light above. They had been studying for a little over an hour when Carly threw her pen down in disgust. Leaning back in her chair, stretching she said, “That’s it. I’m done. There is no way more of that shit will fit inside my mind.” Rebecca placed her own pen flat on the table before turning to look at Carly. A slight blush was working its way up Carly’s cheeks, and her eyes looked liked she had just been awaken from a deep slumber. Rebecca found her irresistible. Her hand moved up to Carly’s face and lightly traced the curve of her cheek. Carly felt the feather light touch and stopped breathing. Her face tingled in the wake of Rebecca’s touch. She looked at Rebecca and finally remembered to breathe. The harsh breath escaped out of her slightly parted lips. Rebecca traced her index finger along Carly’s top lip and then along Carly’s plump bottom lip, before tracing the seam between them. Carly opened her mouth slightly, licking Rebecca’s finger with the tip of her tongue before closing her mouth around Rebecca’s fingertip. Her tongue moving over and around it as she applied gentle suction. Rebecca’s own breath caught as she saw and felt Carly’s mouth wrapped around her finger. She could feel her own excitement at the sight. She slowly took her fingertip out of Carly’s mouth and traced Carly’s neck leaving a trail of wetness down the side of it before moving along to trace Carly’s arm. Carly swallowed as lust threatened to overcome her. Thinking that two could play the game, Carly shook off the paralysis that had engulfed her when Rebecca began touching her and started exploring Rebecca’s leg as Rebecca touched her arm. Carly drew lazy circles on Rebecca’s thigh, moving slowly up to where her denim shorts ended, slipping underneath them then back down to Rebecca’s knees. Moving her hand behind Rebecca’s knee, Carly caressed her there just as Rebecca was caressing the inside of Carly’s elbow. The girls’ sighs echoed through the silent room, sounding as loud as a shot. Carly and Rebecca stared into each other’s eyes and then leaned into each other. Soft lips brushed soft lips, breaths mingled, tongues darted out and touched. Neither knew who had deepened the kiss but soon their mouths were open, tongues explored inside, and the girls stood so that their bodies pressed together. The kiss seemed endless. The girls touched at their breasts, their mounds pushed against each other, and their legs were intertwined. Together they pulled their lips apart. Their eyes on each other; they both smiled. Rebecca’s tongue darted out wetting her lips quickly, “Hmmm,” she murmured, “that was interesting.” Her hands were around Carly’s waist, her fingers inside the band of Carly’s shorts. “A bit more than interesting, I think,” Carly replied, her breathing still too loud to her own ears. Carly’s hands were moving up and down at Rebecca’s sides on top of her shirt. Rebecca laughed softly, “Yeah, a bit more.” They leaned into each other again, their eyes open, their lips touched, tested, tasted. They pulled apart once more, neither spoke. Carly moved her hand under Rebecca’s t-shirt touching bare skin. Her fingertips moving over Rebecca’s flat stomach; she felt Rebecca take a deep breath before moving once more to the sides of Rebecca’s stomach pulling the shirt up high and higher until finally over Rebecca’s head. Her small breasts pushed up tantalizingly in her black bra. Carly dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth to Rebecca’s stomach. She moved her open mouth down Rebecca’s stomach until she reached the waistband of the shorts. Carly darted her tongue quickly in and out of Rebecca’s bellybutton. Rebecca’s soft moan reverberated through the room. Carly slowly moved her mouth back up until she was standing; she placed a kiss on top of each breast that swelled over the bra. Rebecca’s legs could barely support her weight as she felt Carly’s wet mouth move over her hot, naked flesh. The girls undressed each other, stopping often to taste, to touch, to explore. A lick at the back of the knees, a caress at the breast, fingers moved over skin touching here and there randomly. The inside of a wrist felt a rasping of teeth and a quick flicker of a tongue. A small of the back much the same plus warm breath blown over it before a mouth gently suckled. A hand moved across a shoulder blade, another one over a hip, a tongue tasted the hollow of a neck, and mouths feasted on each other. When both girls were finally naked the two girls pulled apart, their eyes drowning in desire. They cleared the table. Their fingers intertwined. Carly sat at the edge of the table; Rebecca stood between her legs. Carly moved her hands over Rebecca’s pink nipples watching as they hardened underneath her fingers. She bent her head and took a nipple into her mouth gently sucking on it; her tongue laving it and her teeth gently nipping. Somewhere in the back of her head she heard Rebecca’s ragged moan. Carly moved from one nipple to the other repeating the process; she could feel Rebecca’s hands holding her head. Lifting her head the girls kissed once more. Rebecca pushed Carly down until she was laying on the table her feet dangling over the edge. Rebecca leaned down, moved her mouth over Carly’s hard nipples, licking them, suckling them, and running her teeth over them. She felt Carly shudder beneath her. Rebecca looked up at Carly noticing that her eyes had turned into a dark gray. She smiled; her fingers moved over Carly’s stomach until she touched her wet pussy lips. Rebecca let her fingers slide over Carly’s lips pushing inside slightly before withdrawing. She brought her wet fingers up, looking at them. Rebecca ran her wet fingers over Carly’s mouth then leaned down and took Carly’s lips in a ravenous kiss. She nibbled at Carly’s lower lip before her tongue pushed inside Carly’s mouth. Carly tasted herself as she and Rebecca kissed; she was pushing up toward Rebecca. Her body was aching; she needed something, but was unsure what. She suckled at Rebecca’s tongue as it moved inside her mouth. Her hands framing Rebecca’s face. Her breasts pressed against Rebecca’s. “I’m going to taste you now,” Rebecca whispered against Carly’s mouth. “Oh, God, yes,” was Carly’s ragged reply. Rebecca dropped to her knees between Carly’s open legs. She placed small, chaste kisses on Carly’s abdomen only a breath away from her wet pussy. Rebecca moved her mouth to Carly’s left knee and slowly moved it up her inner thigh leaving a wet trail in her wake. She stopped just short of the juncture between Carly’s legs. Rebecca moved to the other leg moving slowly up that one. She could hear Carly curse quietly above her. Smiling, Rebecca slowly lowered her open mouth to Carly’s pussy. Carly moaned in pleasure at the contact. Rebecca traced Carly’s pussy lips with her tongue barely slipping inside the fold before retreating. Rebecca took her time exploring Carly’s wet, smooth pussy. Her tongue moved inside and around. Moving against Carly’s inner walls before licking up and out. Carly shuddered in reaction. For what seemed endless minutes Rebecca explored Carly’s pussy with her mouth. Carly’s scent caressed her nostrils as she breathed deep, and the quiet moans raced across her spine. Rebecca finally slipped two fingers inside Carly’s pussy moving them in and out slowly at first then faster. Pushing harder and harder as Carly whimpered. Rebecca kept her mouth on Carly’s clit as her fingers moved in and out; her tongue circling Carly’s clit, flicking over her, before she sucked on it slowly. With a loud moan Rebecca felt Carly’s pussy walls contract around her fingers, as she slurped at Carly’s juices. Carly’s muscles seemed to go lax, her limbs boneless, and her breathing was the only sound in the quiet room. Carly finally came back to herself after what seemed to be a mind shattering orgasm. She couldn’t feel her fingers or her toes for several minutes when feeling started moving away from her pussy to the rest of her body she pushed herself up to her elbows and looked at Rebecca. She was sitting on the floor back on her haunches looking extremely pleased with herself. “I knew you were going to be loud,” Rebecca said, her tongue darting out to capture Carly’s taste from her own lips. Carly smiled shyly, “And you?” she asked, “Are you loud?” Rebecca shook her head, “Nope, quiet as a mouse,” she said. “Why don’t we test that out?” Carly moved up until she was standing reaching down to help Rebecca stand as well. Turning around until Rebecca’s thighs hit the edge of the table, Carly pressed down on her shoulders until she sat. Carly leaned down until her lips brushed Rebecca’s. They kissed; Carly moved her head away and over Rebecca’s cheek, down her neck, tasting Rebecca’s sweat as she opened her mouth at her shoulder. Slowly moving toward Rebecca’s breasts, she licked Rebecca’s nipples before closing her mouth around one, biting down until she whimpered; blowing on the nipple she moved her attention to the other. Carly’s hand had been moving down Rebecca’s stomach, toward her neatly trimmed bush. As Carly took one of Rebecca’s nipples into her mouth, she plunged two fingers into her wet, hot pussy. Rebecca moaned softly, incoherent words were coming out of her open lips. Carly kept plunging her fingers in and out of Rebecca’s pussy even as she moved her mouth down toward it. Her fingers deep inside Rebecca’s pussy; Carly opened her mouth over her clit. Rebecca exploded instantly; Carly quickly moved up and trapped Rebecca’s scream of ecstasy with her mouth. Study Session It will always be that first touch that I remember most. His fingers grazing mine as we both reached for the study guide between us. The heat, the electricity. I crossed my bare legs under his dining room table, conscious of how close his leg was to my foot. I let my sandals slip from my feet as I tried to focus my mind on my lecture notes, once again dragging my mind from the shape of his lips and back to the task at hand: studying for our lecture exam. Adam was the quiet student in class who always said the correct answer to the professor's questions, but never loud enough for the professor to hear. Satisfied that he knew the answer, he never sought the recognition of his intelligence, but I always heard him. I would glance over toward the seat beside me, his seat, and smile, nodding my own insignificant recognition. The sun coming in through the window at his side always lit his shaggy brown hair in a way that distracted me from the lecture. His hair shined while falling around his face as he dutifully scribbled notes and hastily copied sketches from the chalkboard. The way he crinkled his brow in concentration made me want to reach over and smooth it with my thumb, tracing the lines away then drawing my hand down his face until my hand reached his jawline, my thumb on his full bottom lip. I would rub my thumb across his lip slowly, then pull his face to mine as I replaced the tip of my tongue with my thumb and traced a wet line across his lip... No, stop. Concentrate. I was surprised when he approached me last week after class while I was packing my things to head to my next class. "Victoria? Could you study with me for this exam? I was planning on working on this Friday at my place, if that works for you." I paused, surprised, and he looked at me apprehensively, as if regretting asking me. He must have been interpreting the shocked expression on my face as reluctance, because he started to back-peddle. "If you're busy or whatever, that's cool. No big deal." He grabbed his own bag, slinging it over his shoulder. I smiled, forming my words and concentrating on not sounding too eager. "Yeah, Adam, that would be great. What time?" We exchanged phone numbers and details, and I smiled and walked away, grabbing my phone to call my best friend and talk to her about Friday. It was only two days away. When Friday finally arrived and I had made it through my classes, I made my way home to get ready for my study session. Showering the warm April day off of me, I made sure to shave my legs. Now came the hard part-- picking out which clothes I would wear. The bra and underwear set I had chosen was dark blue satin trimmed in matching lace, the thin lace barely hiding what its counterpart did not. Finally settling on a simple denim mini skirt and black shirt that clung enough to my curves to show off my trim waist and the curve of my breasts, I slipped on some sandals and headed for the door. I drove to Adam's apartment and was right on time. The sun was just setting over the skyline, but the air still warmed my skin as I waited at his front door, anticipating the door opening at any moment. Time ticked by in slow motion as I heard his footsteps behind the door, then saw it swing open. His smile greeted me and I stepped inside. We found our way to the dining room table, sprawling our notes and handouts, comparing notes and working on the study guide given to us. As we both reached for it, our hands met and lingered just a few moments longer than necessary, but it was enough to redden my cheeks as I deferred to him. His eyes roamed over my body, lingering at and tracing the curve of my breast. My toes brushed his shin under the table as I slowly guided them in a dance over his naked skin. After a while of comparing notes and discussing the intricate details of mammalian fertilization, Adam reached his arms above his head as he arched his back and stretched out his legs, letting out a quiet groan of mental exhaustion. The naked flesh of his calf brushed firmly against mine, and didn't move. My heart started to race. He looked at me silently for a moment, then turned up the corners of his mouth in a half-smile. "Want to take a break? There's a hot tub out back." I flushed at the thought of soaking with him in just my lacey underwear, then lost my nerve. "I don't really have anything to wear, but I would love to..." I looked at him, seeking his reaction. He just kept on with that smile. "That's only a problem if you're overly modest. I'll go in my boxer briefs if that'll make you feel better." The thought of seeing him in just his tight underwear won me over, and after a moment of weighing my options, I nodded. "Okay, sure. Who cares, right?" He grinned as he stood from the table, scooting his chair back. I followed suit, standing to follow him. But he didn't go anywhere; he just stood, looking at me with that half grin on his face, his dark green eyes looking over my body in a way that almost felt physical. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head as he kicked out of his sandals, then reached for the button of his shorts. Unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor, he took a step out of them and toward me. He ran his hands slowly up my arms, rising goose bumps on my skin everywhere he touched. When his hands got to my shoulder, he ran one hand through my hair as the other reached to my face. He traced the path with his finger that I've daydreamed about tracing on his face, then slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled my face gently to his, our lips barely touching in a gentle, warm caress. Then he stepped away from me, walking toward a back door that I assumed led to outside. I pulled off my clothes in a hurry, grateful for the privacy he granted me in stripping, then smoothed my underwear and followed him through the door. He was already in the hot tub when I reached him just outside of the back door, and beckoned me with that warm smile. As my toes brushed fabric on the cement ground, I glanced down, noticing his discarded underwear. I grinned and stepped up onto the stairs as he waded toward me. Through the water I could see his hardening cock as he reached toward me, sliding the straps of my bra over my bare shoulders as he kissed my lips softly. Impatient with his gentle teasing, I kissed him firmly but slowly, tickling my tongue along his bottom lip then nibbling it gently with my mouth. I stepped out of my underwear and noticed a wet spot in them that stood out--a spot darkened satin. Reaching around behind me, he deftly unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground on top of our strewn underwear, then took my hands and pulled me gently, guiding my steps into the water. The swirling, warm water felt wonderful on my thighs, lapping up to tickle the round fullness of my bottom as his hands reached to join it. I looped my arms around his neck as he used my bottom as leverage to pull me up into him, his stiff member sliding between the tops of my thighs and brushing the lips of my wet pussy. He whispered seductively in a husky voice into my ear, breathing a bit harder now. "I feel how wet you are, you dirty girl." I let out a small groan, standing on my tip toes to nuzzle and lick at his earlobe. Reaching down with one hand, I softly stroked his cock under the rushing water. He took my face in both of his large hands and kissed me deeply, showing his passion in the way he dipped his tongue into my mouth and pulled me into him. Taking a step backward and sitting down in the water, he pulled me to him but left me standing, looking down at him and reaching to stroke the head of his engorged flesh. He guided my hips forward, pulling me gently into a kneeling position, my knees on either side of his hips, leaving my bottom still out of the water. My breasts level with his face, he took one hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He took his fingers and stroked my pubic hair, running them lower and sliding them along my pussy lips, back and forth. Back and forth. I moaned softly, trying to contain my lust for him. He pushed my lips apart with his fingers and left them at the opening of my waiting pussy. I ached for him. "Tell me what you want, Victoria." "You... Please, I just want you." I whispered, blushing but not daring to look away from his piercing green eyes. That was all the affirmation that he needed as he drove his fingers into me in one quick thrust, the look in his eyes a barely restrained passion that I wanted him to show me. Repeatedly penetrating me to a point of dizzied need with one finger then two, I pulled his fingers from me and sat down on his fattened cock, feeling it stretch the walls of my pussy as it filled me to the hilt. He stood, supporting my body with his hands planted firmly on my bottom, and carried me out of the hot tub and to his bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he kissed me hard as he spread my legs with his and positioned himself above me, ready to drive home. "Say it again. What do you want?" "You, Adam. I want you, please. Oh, please." There was no embarrassment this time. He drove into me in one thrust as he had done with his fingers, pausing briefly to watch the expression on my face. He then began to work in me, sliding his cock slowly out until the head barely breached then shoved it hard back into me. He pulled one of my legs up and over his shoulder as he thrust harder and harder into me, his thumb rubbing over my clitoris in a circular pattern that drove me to the edge of a shattering orgasm. My moans and my breathing intensified as the waves built inside me, threatening to break that threshold at any thrust. "Don't come until I tell you." he said forcefully, his voice thick with authority and husky with desire. I moaned louder, starting to beg. I needed to orgasm more than I had ever needed anything in my life. "Please, Adam... oh, God, please... I need... to... please..." My breathing broke my sentences into incomprehensible fragments, my body screaming to release this tension that he built with each strong thrust, yet he still drove harder. He grinned wickedly, enjoying his control over my most primal of urges. He started pounding into me harder and faster, pulling my other leg up over his shoulder and driving into my core in deep, controlled thrusts. I could see the sweat building on his face as he began to furrow his brow, approaching his own downfall. "Come for me, baby. Do it now." It was all the encouragement I needed as my body eagerly complied, my inner muscles contracting hard around his still-pumping cock as my whole body spasmed in an incredible burst of pent-up tension. As my body flexed around him and squeezed him hard, I felt his own release spurt into me with each subsequent thrust more erratic than the last, his timing taken over by his body as his mind hit the crest of his orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, his expression blank and blissful, his hands combing absently through my hair. He put his face in the curve of my neck, kissing me lightly in a trail leading to my face, then kissed my lips softly and sweetly. As his softened cock slipped out of me, he rolled off of me and pulled me into a warm embrace. He whispered a hesitant question, "Stay with me tonight?" as if I had a choice, as if I wanted anything else. As if I would ever want anything else. Studying could wait until tomorrow. Study Session? Jenn had invited James over to study for an exam in their psychology class on Monday. James liked Jenn but felt pretty innocent about the situation: a nice night studying with a cute girl. Jenn had other intentions though... It was eight o'clock on Sunday night when James knocked on Jenn's dorm room door and she eagerly answered it. He apologized to her for being a half hour late and said the line in the cafeteria was huge. Jenn just looked at him, smiled that reassuring smile that made him feel good all over, and said it was okay. Brushing her shoulder length black hair back with her hand, she continued to say that the test wasn't going to be so difficult that studying couldn't be delayed a little bit. James laughed a little in agreement and went to reach for his books when he was surprised by Jenn suddenly leaning against him. He looked in her blue eyes quizzically for a second and saw she was smiling at him. She reached down to his pants and grabbed his crotch. James looked at her shock and she leaned in close and whispered in his ear to relax and that she hoped the line at the cafeteria wasn't the only thing that got long that night. Jenn deftly pulled off her shirt and bra, kneeled down, and pulled James' jeans open. James' cock flopped around in front of him as Jenn yanked his jeans down. He was half hard and pointed right at Jenn's face. She smiled up at him, parted her willing lips, and wrapped them around his throbbing boner. Still kneeling, she leaned forward, holding herself up on James by gripping his ass with both hands. As she took him into her face she looked up at him and arched her eyebrows for a moment and he knew that, if not for his member in her mouth, she would be grinning devilishly. She hummed her approval of the situation on his unit and started to bob her head up and down slightly. She wanted to drag it out until he could no longer stand it. Jenn ran her tongue up and down James' shaft every time he entered her oral domain completely, his balls touching her chin. When he'd almost left her mouth she sucked ever so slightly on the head of his prick, hitting his hotspot with the tip of her tongue. Several minutes of this passed blissfully by and Jenn started to quicken her pace. Now each time that she went all the way down though she held James in for an extra second or two with his cockhead down her throat so she could dart her tongue out under his cock and lick his balls. He didn't think it possible but he started to feel himself get even harder at the sensation of her tongue running the length of his shaft and licking his balls. Jenn now started raking his ass cheeks with her nails and the sensation of pleasure and pain sent chills up his spine, the base of his skull tingling like never before. James let out a moan of approval and Jenn moaned happily in response; she was now aware of the power she had over him, aware that he was hers for the taking. James' cockhead let precum flow in response to the pleasure Jenn was lavishing upon him and she lapped it off every time she tongued his tip. Jenn finally began to assault his cock with her mouth, bobbing her head quickly, sucking harder, and running her tongue all down his pulsing length. James now constantly moaned and encouraged Jenn to release his passion on her, his breath becoming ragged. James had never felt such oral pleasure before. Jenn continued to stare up at James, her eyes devouring the look of lust on his face like her mouth devouring his tool. She knew he wouldn't be long and, with one hand still gripping his ass, she used her other hand to gently squeeze his balls as if to coax his cum out of them. Her head bobbing, her mouth sucking, and her hands gripping him were almost too much for him to stand and he told Jenn so. She continued to look up at him, her eyes smiling as her hands and mouth worked their magic on his body. James finally gave into the pleasure and stopped holding back his cum. With a loud grunt he shot his first squirt down Jenn's throat, with her mouth wrapped completely around his shaft and his balls wrapped in her hand. Both hands tightened their grips slightly in response and the slight pain in both his ass cheek and his balls turned James on just that much more as his second squirt landed on her tongue on his way out of her mouth. James' third squirt hit Jenn's face and he continued to moan loudly at the exquisite pleasure of the orgasm she provided him. Jenn swallowed what was in her mouth and smiled up at James while still in the throes of his orgasm. Meanwhile, James' last three squirts of cum hit Jenn on the throat and all over her tits and he realized it was the greatest feeling ever to have been orally pleasured by her. Jenn licked up the cum from her body with her fingers, smiling devilishly at him the whole time. When she finally finished cleaning herself up, she licked her fingers, swallowing and savoring the last drops of cum. Totally clean and her thirst for man juice satisfied, she stood and kissed James deeply. Jenn let go of James' lips and drew his ear close to her mouth. With a smile on her face she whispered, "If you thought that was good, let's get you back up and show you what my pussy can do..." But that's a story for another time... Study Session "All right class, you may go." said Mr. Gorton as he dismissed us for the weekend. Not just any weekend either. Finally, after another year of waiting, it was Super bowl weekend and this year my parents are out of town for the weekend with some friends so I would have the whole house to myself to do whatever I pleased. Being eighteen and a senior about to graduate, this would probably be my last super bowl Sunday in my spent living at home with my parents so I decided that I needed to think of how to make this year the best one yet as kind of a high school finale sendoff for myself. Just as I was packed up and ready to leave school, I heard a voice behind me calling my name. When I turned around and saw who it was, my heart sank. Ms. Bayer, my math teacher was beckoning me towards her classroom. I sighed and reluctantly began towards her room. She was sitting behind her desk looking at her computer screen when I entered her room. I stood there for what seemed like hours before she finally looked up at me. "Well." she began "The reason I called you in here is to tell you that despite your repeated success in all your other classes, you are failing mine and unless you make an extreme change in your grades, you will fail the year and I will have to have you in summer school before you can get your diploma." I sighed and asked "Is there anything extra I can do? I have been trying to do well in this class but I really don't..." "Stop." Ms. Bayer commanded. "Either you're lazy, stupid, or both. I'm going to make this simple. I don't want you in summer school. I want to ever have you in another class again so I will pass you so I never have to deal with you again." At this, my attitude changed. This bitch had the nerve to call me stupid and lazy? Who did she think she was? I silently pulled out my iPhone and opened the video app which could also capture audio and hit record. "So what exactly are you saying?" I asked. "I'm saying that I don't want to fucking deal with you so I'm going to pass you no matter what." She replied, annoyed. Now that I had this recorded, I showed her my phone. "What is that?" she asked at the sight of my phone. "This is my bargaining chip." I stated. "I just got that whole thing on record there in my phone. Do you realize that if I show this to the dean he could get you fired instantly and your credibility would be thrown right in the trash? You'll never be able to get another teaching job in this country." Upon hearing this, her eyes went wide. "Please." she pleaded. "I can't lose this job. Please I'll do anything. Do you want money? I could give you a 98 average. I could buy you alcohol." I looked her up and down. She was about 28 and one of the younger teachers at my school. Her tits were like a 34C or something and her ass was nice and round. Her face was flawless with big, bright green eyes and full perfect lips and her dirty blonde hair came to just past her shoulders. She was small, only like 110 and 5ft 4. As I looked up and down her, an idea formed in my mind. "Right so here's how this is going to go, bitch." I began. "I'm thinking that since you say I'm so bad at math, I could use a tutor. I expect you to be at my house this Sunday at 7:30. Don't you dare be late." With that, I picked up my bag and walked out of her classroom. When Super bowl Sunday finally came around, I couldn't wait for 7:30. I was all set up for a usual football game with my chips and soda and other snacks all ready next to the couch when Ms. Bayer arrived. She came in quietly, looking uncomfortable and set her bag down. "Why did you choose during the game for tutoring?" she asked. "Trust me." I told her, "What you're going to be doing for me will be perfect for during the game." I then grabbed her by her ponytail and bent her over the couch. I proceeded to tie her hands behind her back with some rope I had gotten ready. "What are you doing?" she shouted. "Shut up slut." I replied confidently. "If you want to keep your job you will shut your fucking mouth and do what I tell you. Understood?" She nodded confirmation and I finished my last minute preparations. When time for kick off came, I took off my clothes and sat on the couch. Ms. Bayer's eyes grew wide when she saw my rock hard eight and a half inch cock stood at attention. I beckoned her over to kneel in front of me and she reluctantly kneeled in front of my dick. "Please don't..." she began but I cut her off with a dark look. I reached forward and grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it down the middle causing her to yelp and her bra encased tits to become visible. I ripped off her bra and her tits bounced free. I admired her breasts for a second before leaning back on the couch. "Now," I started. "You're going to suck my dick while I watch the game and you aren't going to stop until I tell you to." I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her onto my dick. Her wet, warm mouth felt incredible as she slowly bobbed up and down on my cock. Her velvet tongue swirled lightly around the tip as she took almost half of it into her mouth each time before pulling out again. The game was very close and was actually a very good matchup compared to last year's blowout. At half time, I pulled her off my dick and told her she had this time to rest and get a drink. She complied, thankful for the chance to rest her tired mouth. As the second half began, I initiated the second part of my plan. As she got her lips back on my dick, I grabbed her ponytail and began to push my cock into her throat. She gagged as soon as I hit the entrance to her throat and her throat muscles contracted on my dick which sent shivers down my spine. I didn't stop there but kept pushing her head down on my cock as she gagged and choked on my thick girth. With one final push, I completely buried myself in her throat. Her nose was smashed into my crotch and her bright green eyes showed her struggle to expel the foreign object in her throat. After a few seconds, I could feel warm air on my crotch as she finally figured out how to get labored air through her nose. Now that I knew she could breath, I took my belt and wrapped it around my waist as if to put it on, but I also enclosed her head through the loop. I pulled it tight and locked the bar in place and then took my hands off her head. She struggled to back off my cock but the belt kept her head firmly in place. The rest of the third and fourth quarter were pure bliss as her throat constantly was massaging my cock with every gag and every choke that emanated from her throat as she struggled to continue breathing through her nose. As the final minute of the game came to be and I was sure the Seahawks were going to score and win the game when suddenly, the fucking ball got picked off on the goal line, ruining their chances of winning. I could feel my orgasm coming so I undid the belt, stood up, and began to fuck Ms. Bayer's face roughly. I used her ponytail like a handle and forced myself in and out of her throat, taking out all my frustration on her abused throat. Saliva coated her chin and dripped onto her tits as she desperately tried to keep up with my rough face fucking. When I finally felt myself about to cum, I pushed her head back against the couch to keep it in place and forced my cock into her throat as deep as I could get it. Her nose pressed against my crotch and my balls smacked her chin as my orgasm ripped through me. I shot wave after wave of thick cum down my bitchy teacher's tight, hot throat. She had no choice but to swallow as much as she could in an effort to get air. As my softening cock slowly slipped from her mouth, I looked at my teacher, her chin and tits covered in saliva and cum she had failed to swallow. I cut her hands free and she fell, gasping for air on the floor. "Thanks for the session, Ms. Bayer." I said, mockingly. "Now get out of my house." She gathered her ripped up shirt and her bra and left, still coughing and breathing heavy. Remarkably, I got all A's the rest of the year in her class without her help and I never heard another word of trash talking from her about my grades.