6 comments/ 116320 views/ 102 favorites Quick Study By: Onyx_Winter Caitlyn Morris held her boyfriend's hand for moral support as they made the long trek up the aisle to his teacher's desk. If this talk didn't go well, Bobby would be benched Friday night—the one night the college scout would be watching the game. Bobby didn't have a lot of options, if he didn't get recruited, he could kiss college goodbye. And with it any hope of getting out of their all-but-dead hometown. Bobby and Caitlyn had big plans for their lives after graduation. On her eighteenth birthday, Bobby had proposed. He was Caitlin's world. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Nothing at all. Sometimes it was hard to believe a guy like Bobby ever noticed her. He was so good looking—blond, tousled hair, chiseled cheekbones, dreamy blue eyes. Best of all, his athletic body was toned in all the right places. Everywhere they went, women, and sometimes men, did a double take when he walked by. Bobby ran with the popular crowd and Caitlyn had been too shy to ever talk to him, but last year, out of the blue, he'd asked her on a date. They were inseparable after that. Bobby helped her overcome some of her shyness and she felt like she could do anything with him by her side. She'd given him her virginity, though he hadn't ever pushed her. And she liked the things they did to each other. She was still more inhibited than she liked, but Bobby said that was fine with him. He said it turned him on each time she let go a little more of the things that held her back. "What can I do for you, Mr. Patterson?" his teacher asked, looking up from that stack of papers in front of him when they reached his desk. He clearly didn't think much of Bobby. Mr. Cross was well known for running a tight ship. He didn't suffer fools and he didn't accept excuses. Caitlyn wished Bobby had tried harder to get transferred out of his class at the beginning of the semester, there was no way he was going to pass this class. Plus, Mr. Cross was intimidating. She wasn't sure what it was about him that made her think so. She'd never even spoken to him. He moved down the halls of her school like a predator, sleek and powerful. And so sure of himself. Mr. Cross was a take command kind of man. If he'd been better looking, he would have had to deal with more schoolgirl crushes. He wasn't ugly or anything, he just wasn't hot like the basketball coach. But he sure was intense. She shivered when Mr. Cross pierced her with a hunter's stare. "Sir, I'd like to talk to you about my grades." Bobby gulped, but Caitlyn squeezed his hand for encouragement. "I'd like to see if there's a way to improve them by Friday." Mr. Cross raised one eyebrow. "It's Wednesday, Mr. Patterson. What do you think you can accomplish by Friday? I assume this has more to do with your baseball game than your love of literature." Bobby blushed. "I really need to play this Friday, sir. I'll do anything. My girlfriend is real smart and she said she'd help me study if you'll give me a chance. Please, sir. I'm begging you." Something about the way Mr. Cross looked at her made Caitlin's cheeks burn. She wasn't sure what it was, he hadn't even spoken to her, but she suddenly felt like she wasn't wearing enough clothes. Mr. Cross hadn't responded, so Bobby nudged Caitlyn. "Tell him, Caitlyn. Tell him about your good grades." She felt shy, but Bobby needed her. "I'll do whatever it takes to get his grades up, Mr. Cross." Mr. Cross leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands in front of him. "Really, Ms. Morris? Anything at all?" She was surprised he knew her name. She'd never been in one of his classes before. But what happened next surprised her even more. Mr. Cross nodded to Bobby. "Go lock the door." Lock the door? Why did he want the door locked? She wanted to ask him, but Mr. Cross was openly staring at her in a way that chilled her to the bone. And then he smiled wickedly. Cait had a very bad feeling about this and was relieved when Bobby returned to her side. "You were right about her, Mr. Patterson. Your girlfriend is a hot little treat. And so desperate to save you. You're a lucky young man." Cait was confused. "Bobby?" She looked at him, but he wouldn't make eye contact with her. "Bobby what is he saying? You talked about me with him?" "Oh yes, Ms. Morris, we talked about you. We talked about your long blonde hair and your big baby blue eyes. We talked about your tight little ass and your perfect, round breasts." Her mouth hung open but she couldn't summon words. Self -consciously, she pulled at the ends of her ponytail. Bobby raked a hand through his blond hair, disheveling it just the way she liked. Well, usually liked. "I'm sorry. This is wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I'll take the 'F', Mr. Cross. I can't...what we talked about...I can't." Caitlin was still confused. "Bobby?" "Your boyfriend offered you up in return for a good grade, Ms. Morris." "It wasn't my idea," Bobby protested. "And yet you went along with it. It hardly matters whose idea it was, only that you are prepared to let me have your girlfriend." Mr. Cross got up and sat on the corner of the desk in front of Caitlin. "How does that make you feel, Ms. Morris?" Cait didn't know how that made her feel. Part of her was mad, another embarrassed, and another, inexplicably, aroused by the idea. "Have me? What does that mean?" "Never mind," said Bobby. "You're supposed to be really smart, Ms. Morris. Isn't that what Bobby said? I'm sure you can figure it out." She looked between the two men, one she loved with all her young heart and the other who held the key to their dreams in his hand. Mr. Cross wasn't repulsive, but he was almost as old as her parents. He stayed in shape and had a full head of hair, but there was something off about him. Something unsafe. "You're saying if I have sex with you, you'll pass Bobby in your class." "No!" Bobby yelled. She rounded on him. "This was the deal you made with him?" Her anger rushed to the front of all the confusing emotions she'd been experiencing. "You made up the whole story to get me here today, when you already had a deal." "I'm sorry. I'm just desperate. But I don't want you to do it. I swear." Bobby glared at Mr. Cross. "He didn't want me to tell you about it ahead of time. He said he wanted to savor your reaction." She twisted her ring, her engagement ring, as her heart plummeted in her ribcage. She was raised to value herself. She'd never contemplated using her body for her own grades, much less someone else's. She turned back to Mr. Cross, her eyes wandered down his chest to the sizable swell of his khaki pants. She thought of Bobby's dream to play baseball in college, how they were planning on a future together that wouldn't happen if he didn't get that scholarship. "What do I have to do?" "Bobby," Mr. Cross began. "Unbutton your girlfriend's shirt. I want to see her tits." Caitlin blushed at the language but kept her eyes locked with Mr. Cross. "Cait..." Bobby said hopelessly. "Do it," she answered. Bobby reluctantly worked the buttons of her shirt open. Mr. Cross pointed to the bra clasp in front, so Bobby undid it and her breast sprung free. Bobby pulled the shirt and the bra ends away from her boobs and she stood there and let him do it. She let him expose her to this grown man. "Very nice," the teacher commented as he gazed upon the feast of young flesh exposed to his view. "Pinch her nipples." She couldn't close her eyes. It was like she was in some kind of thrall as she stared into the eyes of Mr. Cross while her boyfriend squeezed her breasts in front him. "Finish taking off her shirt and bra, and then hold her wrists behind her back." Caitlyn felt so exposed as the new position thrust her breasts out, and Mr. Cross stared at them hungrily. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and she was embarrassed by the flood of heat pooling in her panties. She shouldn't feel this way. It was wrong. She leaned back into Bobby for a little comfort and was astounded by the strong poke of his erection beneath his jeans. Was he enjoying this? Shouldn't he be angry? Jealous? Did he want Mr. Cross to take her in front of him? She felt helpless. Bobby pinned her arms so this perverted old man could do whatever he wanted to her. "Tell me, Ms. Morris, what kind of girl are you?" Mr. Cross leaned forward, close enough to touch her exposed breasts with his mouth, but he did not. His hot breath caressed her instead, and she curled her toes to stop herself from arching into him. What was wrong with her? "Are you a good girl or a bad girl?" "G...good girl, sir," she answered, but just barely. "Is that so? Does that mean you're a virgin?" She squeezed her eyes closed to hide her shame and shook her head. "No, sir." "Well, how can you be a good girl if you're not a virgin?" "Bobby and I love each other. We're going to get married." "I see." Mr. Cross sat back a little. "I'd like to know more about just what kind of girl you are, since you insist you're good despite the fact that you're standing in front of me like a whore." Bobby gasped behind her. "Mr. Cross—" Her shame flushed across her skin like a forest fire raging out of control, burning her. She wanted to shout at him that she wasn't a whore. That he was the pervert, not her, because he was forcing them to do this. But she couldn't. She couldn't contradict him at all because he had all the power. She had given him control over her when she allowed this to happen. "Does Bobby touch your tits like this?" Mr. Morris squeezed both globes firmly, kneading the flesh. An arrow of desire shot through her, soaking her panties even more. She nodded. "We use complete sentences in my class, Ms. Morris. When you answer a question, please reframe the question in your answer. Does Bobby touch your tits like this?" he repeated. "Yes, Bobby touches my...breasts like that." Mr. Morris tsked and slapped her right boob sharply. "Tits. Say it." The sting of his slap startled her and aroused her even more. "Yes, Bobby touches my tits like that." Bobby's hands tightened around her wrists and a small groan escaped him. "Good girl," Mr. Cross murmured and he went back to kneading and squeezing. "Does he lick your tits this?" His tongue darted out quickly, a subtle gentle swipe that made her knees weak. "No, sir. Bobby doesn't lick my tits like that." Bobby preferred to try and get the whole thing in his mouth. "He doesn't? What about this, does he suck on your tits?" His hot mouth clamped over her nipple and he suckled strongly. The sensation of the moist heat on her tit and the hard strength of her teenage boyfriend at her back made her head swoon and she moaned. She started to nod, but caught herself. "Yes...oh God...yes, Bobby sucks on my tits just like that." She clamped her thighs together, remembering last Sunday night. Bobby had sucked her tits until she came on her living room couch while her parents cooked dinner in the next room. Bobby pressed against her harder and he rested his chin on her shoulder to watch Mr. Cross suck her other nipple. Then the teacher brought them together and sucked both nipples into his mouth. A trickle of wetness slid down her thigh. The teacher moaned a little as he pulled away. "Thank you for being honest, Ms. Morris. You don't need to tell me if you enjoy it. I can tell by your slutty little face that you do." He sat back and put his hand on his zipper. "So, tell me, good girl. Do you like to look at Bobby's cock?" Her eyes widened. There would be no backing out now. Things had gone too far there would be no return. Boobs were one thing, but now he was talking about his penis. "I've never seen it." Mr. Cross raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Seen what, Ms. Morris?" "I've never seen Bobby's cock, sir. We've...it was always dark when we did it." "I see. You're so hot for dick you can't even wait to see it properly then? It figures. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. We'll make sure you learn to appreciate cock today." He slid the zipper down. "Have you seen anyone else's?" She shook her head vehemently, and then remembered she needed to speak. "No, sir. I've never seen a real cock before." "Not even in a porn movie?" "I don't watch porn." Mr. Cross smiled. "What about you, Bobby? You watch porn don't you?" "Yes, sir. I watch porn." The sound of his voice, lower and more gravelly than usual, made her breasts tingle and ache for more attention. They were so sensitive, but never more than right now. Bobby always told her that he fell in love with her by looking into her beautiful blue eyes, but she always suspected it had more to do with her tits. Which was fine with her. She wished someone would touch them. And then she felt shame that she was so turned on by what was happening to her. As if he knew where her thoughts were taking her, Mr. Cross slapped her nipples and her legs would have given out if Bobby hadn't been holding her up. "I'll bet you do, son. I'll bet you watch dirty movies and wish your little girlfriend knew how to do some of the twisted, perverted acts you see while you ferociously beat off." Bobby ground against her harder. "Yes, sir." She hadn't known he watched those kinds of movies. She guessed it was only natural. Thinking about Bobby touching himself while watching other people have sex, and maybe even thinking about her, made her clench and ache. Something was happening to her in this classroom. She wasn't normally like this. She'd enjoyed sex with Bobby. She didn't always come, but it was nice to be close. What she was feeling now wasn't the same. She'd never wanted it as much as she did right now. What did that say about her? Was Mr. Cross right? Was she a whore? Mr. Cross pulled out his cock. It was already huge and pulsing like a monster. "Look at my cock, Ms. Morris. Can you see it? I want you to get a good, hard look. Bobby, keep her wrists together, but push her down some at the waist, so she can see my big, hard dick really, really good." Her skirt rose up with the action, and the position put Bobby's hard dick right up against her ass. One of his hands held her wrists, and one held her shoulder to keep her balance. In front of her was Mr. Cross's dick, at eye level. It strained towards her, glistening at the tip. Mr. Cross stroked his hand up and down the turgid length while he spoke. "If you've never seen a cock, you've probably never tasted one have you? Bobby, have you ever shoved your meat down her little throat?" Bobby groaned, pushing his erection against her hard and pulling her shoulder back for leverage while he rubbed. "No, Mr. Cross, Caitlyn has never sucked my cock." "Bobby, how does it feel to know another man is going to get her first blow job while you watch? You're going to see my dick in your girlfriend's mouth. She's going to choke on my meat. You'll hear her slurping on my cum. All so you can play a baseball game." "Yes, sir. It feels...it feels good, sir. It feels hot." "Hot," Mr. Cross repeated. "Sharing your girlfriend with another man is hot to you? I'll bet you're a bigger pervert than I am, Bobby. You just haven't realized it yet." To Caitlyn, he said, "Lick it like an ice cream cone, sweetheart. Start at the base lick slowly all the way up. If you want to impress me, swirl your tongue on the tip and go back down slowly." Caitlyn knew some girls did this. She sometimes wondered about what it would feel like, what it would taste like, but she never thought she would taste another man. A man that wasn't Bobby. And Bobby thought it was hot. She put the tip of her tongue on Mr. Cross's cock. It was smoother than she thought it would be, like satin. Just as instructed, she moved up slowly, giving it more of the flat part of her tongue as she went up. His cock twitched on her tongue. She lingered on the ridge near the top for a second and then swirled the tip, tasting the clear liquid that seeped out. Before she could go back down, the taste of him stopped her with surprise. It was delicious. She swirled again to gather any more moisture she could find and then, as if by instinct, she closed her mouth over the head to suckle more out. "Oh, fuck," Bobby murmured. "Good girl," Mr. Cross said, and she was pleased that she impressed him. She wanted to keep sucking, but Mr. Cross stopped her, directing Bobby to raise her back up to standing. The teacher yanked her to him, so Bobby let go of her wrists and Mr. Cross latched on to her tit. "So good," he said in between sucking. "You're such a hot, dirty little girl." His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, his hard cock standing up like a pole between them. "Get on your knees, Ms. Morris." She obeyed without a second thought. The floor was cold and hard. Mr. Cross stood up and shucked off his pants and underwear in one movement. "Bobby, I require your assistance." "Yes, sir?" he asked uneasily. "I want you to feed my cock to your girlfriend." "Sir?" "Take my cock in your hand, son, and feed it to your girlfriend. I don't just want to take what's yours today, Bobby. I want you to know you are giving it to me." He told Caitlyn to open wide and told Bobby to guide his dick into her waiting mouth. "Slowly," he added. "You don't want to gag the poor girl....yet." It was obvious that Bobby hadn't anticipated that he was going to have to touch another man's dick. She was glad. She was doing this for him and he should have to be part of it. Together, they were securing their future by pleasing Mr. Cross. When Bobby hesitated too long, Cait got frustrated. She wanted that cock in her mouth. "Hurry, Bobby." Emboldened by her plea, Bobby grasped Mr. Cross's cock and guided it into her mouth. She sucked it, not really knowing how. "Pull it out, son." Bobby did as asked and waited for further instruction. They were both anticipating what would come next. "I feel a little bad about this, kids." He patted Caitlyn's head. "Bobby, why don't you pull your piece out and let Caitlyn get a look at what she's been missing, though judging by this afternoon, you won't have that particular problem anymore. Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're turning into a cock-hungry little whore right before our eyes." Bobby didn't have to be asked twice. His pants came down, though he had to ease them over his straining cock. "Look at my dick, Caitlyn." He'd never been demanding before, but she liked it. She liked it a lot. "Look at my fucking cock." She couldn't help but stare. It was a little shorter than Mr. Cross's dick, but it was thicker and the tip had a lovely sheen spread over it. She licked her lips. "Does your cock taste differently than Mr. Cross's cock?" As if it heard her, his dick bounced a little. Bobby couldn't keep his hand off it a second longer. He stroked it slowly, and he bent his head back trying to control the wracking shudders of the rest of his body. She'd never seen him this horny before. "Why don't you give it a taste," Mr. Cross suggested. "And you tell us." She opened her mouth and Bobby shoved it in, not nearly as gentle as he'd been with Mr. Cross's shaft. He pulled it out and shoved it back in again. She put a hand over his and pulled her head back a bit to let him know she'd prefer to set the pace. He nodded and removed his hand, though it clearly cost him. She ran her tongue over the head, over and over. God he tasted good. She couldn't have described the difference between the two men's taste, but they were both like ambrosia to her. Without thinking, she grasped the other cock still in front of her with her other hand and plunged it into her mouth. When she pulled it out, she pulled Bobby's cock back in and she alternated between the two dicks until both men were moaning with pleasure. Quick Study Ch. 02 Bobby's girlfriend was hottest girl on the planet. Caitlyn had long blonde hair, pretty, big blue eyes, a tight ass, and an amazing rack. She was sweet, smart, and made amazing brownies. She was also a cock hungry slut. She hadn't always been so into sex, but since the fateful day last spring when his teacher, Mr. Cross, traded a passing grade for Bobby in return for sex with Caitlyn in his classroom, she couldn't get enough cock. Mr. Cross opened a door on their relationship and God willing it would stay open. Bobby had never thought he could stand watching another guy touch his girl, but after that day with Mr. Cross, he couldn't stop thinking about how hot it was watching her get stuffed full of another guy's cock. She was amazing. Remembering her mouth wrapped around two dicks nearly made him reach into his pants right then and there...but he had to get going. They had a date and he didn't want to be late. They were in college now, thanks to his girlfriend and the way she had worked his teacher's knob. Now, between their schedules and their roommates, it was hard to find privacy. They'd resorted to a lot of quick fucks in his car, which got the job done but wasn't the best. He wanted to spend hours between her creamy thighs. He needed it. School was hard, at least for him. Caitlyn did well, since she was smart, but he was barely getting by in his classes, plus all the pre-season training he was doing for baseball. They both had to work part-time too. All the stress would be worth it someday. He knew how lucky he was to have a girl like Caitlyn and a good pitching arm. He was going to make sure he took good care of both...they were his future. Caitlyn had already agreed to marry him when he'd proposed on her eighteenth birthday, but they were going to wait until he made pro to get married. Cait's roommate was supposed to going home for the weekend, so after dinner they were going back to the dorm and fuck until Sunday night. That was the plan. He wanted to give his girl all the attention she deserved. He couldn't wait. They decided to go a little out of town to get away from the college crowd. He pulled into a small dive off the highway that said they had the best BBQ. Bobby wanted to watch Cait gnaw on some ribs. Fuck, he wanted to make this night last, but he also wanted to change his mind and go straight back to her dorm room and her bed. She deserved a nice dinner, though. And they both needed a break from campus. "What are you thinking about," Caitlyn asked him. "You have the biggest grin on your face right now." "I'm thinking about how everyone in your dorm is going to hear you scream my name later." She blushed. He loved that about her...that she was such a slut in bed, but so shy everywhere else. They sat down at a table facing a wall. "You look really hot tonight." And she did. She wore a tiny denim skirt and a red halter top cut really low. "The waiter thinks so too." She smiled. "Thanks, honey." Thinking about the waiter trying to sneak a peek down her shirt while she sat down made Bobby hard. He wondered if he could ever get her to fuck someone else in front of him again. They hadn't talked about it, not really. They just went from having okay sex to molten hot sex after that day with Mr. Cross. God, was it wrong to be so turned on about sharing his girlfriend? Most guys were too jealous to even think about it. Something about her fucking other guys in front of him made his cock turn to fucking stone. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful and he wanted everyone to know what a lucky son of a bitch he was that she loved him. Maybe he was just a pervert. He looked across the table and something inside him clicked at the sight of her. Something primal and almost dangerous. "Caitlyn, I want you to do something for me." He used his low voice, that commanding tone she liked when they were in bed. "Okay." "Push your shirt out of the way and show me one of your tits." She blinked. "Now," he demanded. Her shaky hand came up and slid the fabric over for a brief second. "Leave it out." "Bobby," she protested. "Take your fucking tit out. Do it now." He couldn't believe how turned on he was when she did what he asked. Her eyes glazed over a little, the way they did when she was horny. "Put your hands in your lap. I want the waiter to see that perfect titty. It's so round and lush. Your nipple looks like a ripe berry. I want to suck it into my mouth right now." Caitlyn swallowed hard. "But...what if he tells his boss or something?" "He's not going to ruin his chance at looking at your tit, silly girl." The waiter came back to pour more water and did a double take. Bobby pretended nothing was wrong while his girl sat across from him, exposed to anyone who might look over and blushing at the stranger staring at her chest. "What's your name, man?" Bobby asked the waiter. "Tim," he answered, not looking away from the best perk he'd ever had on this job. "Caitlyn, say hello to Tim." Her lower lip trembled. "Hello, Tim." Poor Tim couldn't even respond he was so out of it. Another table called him over and Caitlyn started to cover herself. "I didn't give you permission to do that." "Bobby—" "Leave your fucking tit out. You know you want everyone to see it. You want their eyes on you. You want all those guys to be thinking about you tonight when they go home and fuck their girlfriends." "Why are you doing this?" He didn't know. He fucking didn't know. "You shouldn't have questioned me. Now you have to take the other one out, too." Her eyes widened, but she slid the red fabric swatch over her other breast and let both her perfect tits out. "I'm going to fuck your tits tonight," he said. "I'm going to rub my cock in those mounds, back and forth, while you lick the tip of my dick." Cait let out a little mew, and he smiled. "You want to taste my cock right now, don't you?" She nodded. She looked so beautiful sitting there blushing with her milky white tits exposed. "You try so hard to be innocent, but you're such a little whore. Are you my little whore, sweetheart?" "Yes, Bobby. I'm your little whore. I love you so much." "I love you too. More than anything in this world." She smiled until the waiter came by with their food. "Caitlyn," Bobby began. "Tell Tim what you were just telling me." Her eyes pleaded with him, but he shook his head, so she closed her eyes and said, "Tim, I'm Bobby's little whore." Tim looked at Bobby to see if this was real. "Oh, she's a good little whore, Tim. You wouldn't believe what a horny cockslut she is." Tim swallowed. "Will that be everything?" "Tim, you can touch my girlfriend's tits, if you want to, and I know you want to." "Excuse me?" Tim set the pitcher on the table. "You heard me." Tim looked at Caitlyn. "Is he serious?" "Bobby? Do you really want me to let this stranger touch me?" "God, yes." She nodded and looked at her boobs and back to Tim. Tim wiped his sweaty hands off on his apron and reached over to grope her tits while Caitlyn stared into Bobby's eyes. "Holy fuck," Tim said. He squeezed and plucked the nipples. "Holy fuck." "She's got a good rack, eh, Tim? Tell me how much you like fondling my girlfriend. Tell me how much you like her tits." The apron around Tim's waist wasn't doing a great job at hiding his hard-on. "She's got super tits, man. Thank you so much for letting me touch her." "Are you going to jack off thinking about my girlfriend tonight? Wishing you could have pulled your dick out and jizzed all over the perfect pair in your hands right now?" Caitlyn shuddered and Tim pinched her nips even harder. "Fuck. She's hot. I've never handled a hotter set of hooters." Someone else called for service, so Tim reluctantly let go of her tits and moved to a different table. Caitlyn blushed an adorable shade of pink. "Eat quickly, honey. I want to get back to my dorm room." They ate their meal, Caitlyn's tits proudly poking out of her shirt. There was no check. Apparently, her creamy white globes were worth a meal for two on the house. Bobby didn't let her put them away before they left their table, either. She walked across the restaurant as if she had no idea her boobs were out, not reacting to anyone's incredulous gasps as they made their way to the door. Once outside, she started laughing. "Oh my God. I can't believe we just did that," she said, smiling so sweetly at Bobby he felt like the luckiest guy in the world while he unlocked her car door. He leaned over for a quick suck on one nipple before she slipped into the car. "You are amazing." Once he started up, he reached over and pinched the nipple he'd sucked. "I want you to play with your breasts the whole way back." She didn't even hesitate, going straight to work pinching and squeezing her tits. She even brought one up and started to suck her own nipple. He was sure he was going to cum in his pants. They pulled into the parking lot of her dorm, and he reluctantly let her cover herself. "I bet your panties are so wet right now." "I can't wait for your cock, Bobby. I'm dying for it." They barely made it to her dorm room before his hand was up her skirt as she opened the door. She was drenched, and he was going to fuck her so hard they were both going to explode. She wound her arms around him as he closed the door behind them. They didn't bother with the overhead light, just started taking off clothes. He sat on the edge of her bed when he was naked, and she straddled him, taking his cock inside in one swift motion. God, she was made for him. For his cock. Her pussy squeezed him tightly, drawing him deeper and deeper inside of her. He remembered Tim's hands squeezing her tits. He thought of Mr. Cross poking his dick deep inside her mouth. Bobby had to fight hard not to cum right then and there, but instead, reached his finger to her clit and gave it some pressure. His eyes adjusted to the dim nightlight and that is when he noticed the lump in the bed across the room. Caitlyn's roommate, Natalie, was supposed to be gone, but there she was, lying in the bed just a few feet away while Caitlyn rode his dick. And that's when he saw Natalie blink. She quickly pretended sleep again, but Bobby realized the mousy girl was awake and listening and watching them fuck. He held Caitlyn's hips firmly to slow her down. Natalie was the shy, bookworm type. She didn't wear tight clothes or do her hair like all the other girls. In fact, this was the first time he'd seen her without her glasses on. She was always quiet when he was around, though Caitlyn assured him she was really a sweet girl. Bobby suspected she had a little crush on him because every time he so much as said hi to her, she blushed. And now, she was watching him stuff her roommate full of hard cock. He had an idea. If Natalie wanted a show, she was going to get one. Bobby wondered if she had ever had a boyfriend. Maybe she'd never been fucked. Maybe it was up to him and Caitlyn to show her about sex, about how good it was, the way Mr. Cross had opened their lives to it. "Baby," he said, not in a hushed tone. "I want you to suck my cock for a little bit, okay?" Caitlyn bounced off his dick and went right to her knees, bless her. He stroked her hair and made eye contact with Natalie who had given up pretending to be asleep. "That's it, Caitlyn. God, you're such a good cock sucker. Look at you, sucking all your pussy juice off my rod." He thought he saw Natalie's arm move under the blanket. Was she masturbating? He bet she was. "Caitlyn, I have to tell you something." His dick plopped out of her mouth, but she kept the stroking slow and even with her hand. "Your roommate is a naughty, naughty girl. She's frigging her pussy in the bed behind you and didn't even tell us she was here." "What?" Caitlyn cried, turning around. "Oh my God! Natalie, you were supposed to be gone. I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize to her. She's got her fingers buried in her pussy. She's getting off. I think we did her a favor. Isn't that right, Natalie?" Natalie froze. Her eyes were wide, but she said nothing. Bobby got up and snatched away her covers. Sure enough, her hand was in her snatch, the other groping her small tit. The nightgown she had worn was pushed up exposing her flowered panties. Natalie scrambled out of position and reached for her blanket, but Bobby threw it on the floor. "It's not very nice to spy on people, Natalie. I'm really surprised at your bad behavior." "Bobby, she didn't mean to." Natalie blinked back tears. "She's right. I'm so sorry. I just didn't know what to do. You were already naked by the time I'd woken up. I thought it was better to pretend I was asleep so nobody would be embarrassed." She pulled her knees to her chest. "You must hate me." His naked girlfriend quickly crossed the divide and sat next to Natalie. "No, nobody hates you." She put her arm around her roommate. "It's totally okay. I just hope we didn't offend you." Seeing the girls on the bed together, one of them naked, made his cock twitch. "I don't think 'sorry' is going to cut it this time." Bobby was aware of Natalie's eyes transfixed on his jutting erection. "I need to bust a nut and she is trying to ruin our night." "No," Natalie protested. "I didn't mean to ruin your night." "So you're okay with me finishing?" Caitlyn shook her head but Natalie couldn't even form words. "Because it's the least you could do after what you've done." Bobby pushed Natalie's shoulders back and she fell onto her pillow in surprise. "Caitlyn, get on your hands and knees. On Natalie's bed." "Bobby, no." "Don't fucking tell me no, Caitlyn. You want this cock stuffed up your pussy as much as I want to give it to you." Despite her protests, she got on her hands and knees and he adjusted her so she was straddling over her petrified friend. "Since your naughty roommate wanted to watch us so bad, we're going to make sure she gets front row seating." He slid his cock into Caitlyn's dripping pussy. "You're so wet, baby. Do you like getting fucked in your roommate's bed? Do you like looking down at her while my dick slams into your pussy? It's so naughty, what we're doing, isn't it? She's so innocent and we're so bad." Natalie stared up at him with glassy eyes. It was like he was fucking her, too, with every stroke. He pushed Caitlyn down so her tits were touching her roommate's chest. Without warning, she started coming hard around his cock. She liked rubbing up on the girl did she? Bobby let her ride out her orgasm, but then pulled out. He got up, telling the girls to stay where they were, and moved to the head of the bed with his monster erection in his fist. Natalie followed his cock with her eyes. Like she was scared and excited. God, he wanted to cum. Cum all over her shy little face. But not yet. "So, little pervy Natalie, have you ever given head before?" She shook her head and whimpered. "I've never...I've never seen a penis before." Bobby looked at Caitlyn, who looked surprised. "Really? God, sweetie, you're missing out on so much." He smiled when he saw the permission in his girlfriend's eyes. "Sit up ladies. Caity, show Natalie how good girls suck cock." Caitlyn picked up her roommate's small hand and formed a fist around the base of his dick. "Hold it firmly here, sweetie. And then lick the tip like this." She swirled her talented tongue around the head of his cock. Then waited for Natalie to try. "I can't do that. He's your boyfriend." He almost felt bad for her. Almost. But Bobby knew she was scared, and the quickest way to get over being scared was to just do it. If she kept putting off sex, she was never going to do it. "Stick out your tongue, Natalie," he said in a low, commanding voice. And then he tapped his knob on it while Caitlyn stroked her hair is soothing swipes. "That's it, sweetie. Lick it. Lick his cock. It tastes so good." With little kitten laps, Natalie started working on his cock. Encouraged by Caitlyn, she opened wider and took more and more into her mouth. Shit. He was going to blow. She still wore that flannel nightgown and a pensive expression on her face and he started ramming it in. She tried to pull back, but his girlfriend pushed her head forward until she was gagging and he started spurting. "Fuck, yeah," Bobby roared. "Drink my cum, little girl." It was dripping out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto that damned nightgown, but he could see she was trying to swallow. He pulled out and wondered what she would do next, but Caitlyn took over then, pulling the girl's head to her naked chest. "You did so good, sweetie. Your first blow job and you swallowed some." She rocked her back and forth a few times, comforting her friend. "Your nightgown got some cum on it, let's get this off you, okay?" Natalie nodded and let Caitlyn pull it up over her head, leaving her bare titted and wearing flower panties. He was getting hard again, watching his girlfriend pet and kiss her roommate so sweetly. When their tits touched, Natalie moved back like she was shocked with electricity. "Shhh. There there," Caitlyn cooed at her, pulling her back into her embrace. "No need to be so shy." Natalie had small tits compared to his girlfriend, but they were sweet and he reached out to cup one of hers in one hand and one of Caitlyn's in the other. Natalie shivered and keened quietly. "Nat, sweetie. Don't be scared. You trust me, don't you?" Caitlyn asked. Nat nodded even as he pinched her nipple. "I know you think he's hot. Let him make you feel good, baby. He can make you feel so good." "No, baby," he said to Caitlyn. "You're the only girl I wanna fuck. I think it's better if you make Natalie feel good tonight." As enticing as virgin pussy sounds, his girlfriend was the only one girl for him. He loved seeing her stuffed with dick, but he might as well tattoo her name onto his. He pushed Natalie onto the bed and Caitlyn down on top of her. She immediately latched onto one of those small tits with her mouth and Natalie's hips arched off the bed. Together, they brought down the panties, despite Natalie stiffening her legs in a not very earnest protest. "Eat your first pussy, baby," he told Caity and she didn't hesitate, just nuzzled right into that virgin and start licking. "Oh yeah, that's so hot." He knew she'd love it since she loves licking her own pussy juice off his rod. "Fuck, Caitlyn, you're a pro." Natalie moaned and threaded her fingers through Caitlyn's blond hair, pulling her in and humping her face. He brought his dick to her mouth and told her practice makes perfect, and the little virgin started slurping on his pole while his girlfriend's face got glazed in pussy juice. "Natalie is so wet, Bobby." "I can see that." He pulled his dick out of her mouth with a pop and leaned down into the girl's ear. "After tonight, you're going to fuck anyone you can, aren't you? I can tell already you're a slut. Boys, girls, you won't care. You'll get naked with anyone now, won't you?" His words put her over the edge and she bowed her back and strained into his girlfriend's face. Fuck, he needed pussy. He pulled Caitlyn onto the other bed with him, straddling her over his cock with her back to him. She didn't hesitate, just slammed his dick into her tight, wet heat and started pumping up and down. He held onto her bouncing tits and called Natalie over. "Lick my balls, do it now." Natalie got onto her knees and dove in. The feeling was incredible. His girlfriend's pussy and her roommate's tongue. He didn't want to lose it yet, so he told her, "Lick her pussy now." He and Caity both held her roommate's head to her clit. They might have been smothering her, but Natalie's didn't seem to mind. Her hand went to her own pussy while tongued his girlfriend. Quick Study Ch. 02 "You're really not going to fuck her?" Caitlyn asked. "No baby. Just you." "It doesn't seem fair." Her inner muscles started contracting around his cock and he knew she was going to come. "She deserves a thick cock, too." "You want to watch her get fucked? You want to see her riding a pole, fast and hard, Caitlyn?" "Yes!" She arched her back and started coming as she screamed his name. Her orgasm his drove him into his own and little innocent Natalie tried valiantly to lick up all the cum as it seeped out of Caitlyn's well-used pussy. "I love you, baby," he told her as their breath started coming back. Later that night, he encouraged the girls to play some more. They talked about how they wanted to be there when Natalie rode her first cock. Maybe he'd even set it up. There's a guy on his team they call Horse. Bobby would like to watch him stuff Natalie. And then Caitlyn, just like that day with Mr. Cross. He couldn't wait. Quick Study She loved being able to do that to them, make them moan for her mouth. Her tongue. "I want to see her with both of them in there," Bobby groaned. "She's such a good little cock sucker." The men turned towards each other just a little bit more, and she eased their cock together until they were touching. Bobby stroked the back of her head and she wrapped her mouth around as much meat as she could. "Oh, God, Mr. Cross," Bobby heaved out on a sigh. "Thank you so much. This feels so fucking fantastic." She worked them both for a few minutes, savoring their flesh. Both men were breathing hard and she knew they were going to cum. She had no idea what she was going to do when they did, but she wanted every last drop of it. "Bobby, your girlfriend is going to swallow a large load of cum." "Yes, sir." "You aren't going to feel differently about your little slut after this are you?" She looked up at him, her mouth full of cocks, and wondered if he would stop loving her after today. "Look at those pretty eyes, Bobby," Mr. Cross said. "Once so innocent. Now she's tarnished, isn't she?" "I love her even more, sir," Bobby said, and let his stream of hot cum go down her throat. That was all it took for Mr. Cross. She couldn't keep up with all the cum, but she tried really hard. By the time they were done, her face and chest were covered in a gooey, hot mess. Mr. Cross sat back on the corner of the desk. "Clean my cock off, Ms. Morris." Bobby helped her off her knees and she leaned over Mr. Cross's crotch. His cock was smaller now, and a little softer, so she took the opportunity to get it further in her mouth than she could before as she licked and sucked his cum, and probably some of Bobby's, off his dick. She heard Bobby slapping his meat behind her and she smiled knowing both cocks were getting ready for her again. "That's good for now, sweetheart. Bobby, take off your girlfriend's skirt for me and turn her around. I want to see that sweet ass." Bobby didn't take special care, he practically ripped the denim off her and spun her around. "Show the teacher your ass, Caitlyn." She felt the heat of Mr. Cross's gaze burning her cheeks. She'd worn a thong today, in order to not get panty lines, so he had a great view. "Smack her." "What?" she and Bobby both asked in unison. "She just sucked off another man, Bobby. She deserves a little punishment, don't you think? Smack her ass." Bobby looked into her eyes. She'd trusted him completely and this is where he brought her to. She was a depraved mess and now he was going to have to raise his hand to her. He was clearly conflicted, but they'd come this far. "Do it," she said, surprising them both. "I don't think I can," he said. "I liked his cock, Bobby. In my mouth. He tasted so good. I hope he makes me suck him again." She licked her lips, traces of them both still there. "Mmmm." Bobby's eyes narrowed and he pushed her over the top of one of the student's desks and smacked each of her cheeks three times. The sting was instant and felt so good she started humping the air. "She's practically dripping on the floor. What a slut," Mr. Cross said, so Bobby slapped her again. "Enough. Sit her on top of my desk and get those ridiculous panties off her." Bobby pulled her up and led her to the desk, plopping her ass on top of the student papers Mr. Cross had been grading. Bobby grabbed the swatch of silk and tore her thong right off of her. "She's soaked, Mr. Cross." Both cocks were hard and pointed right at her again, and she shivered with delight. She spread her legs and leaned back on her hands for support. "Bobby, I want you to rub my cock all over her pussy. I want you to coat my cock in her pussy juice." "Yes, sir." Bobby didn't hesitate this time, but reached for Mr. Cross and rubbed the tip of his dick across the seam of her pussy slowly. He was teasing them both with the slow speed and the light rubbing. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like my teacher's cock?" She almost came right then. "I love your teacher's cock, Bobby. I want it so bad." He pushed it in the folds a little more this time. "I know you do, naughty girl." She arched her back when the tip of Mr. Cross's cock grazed her clit. Slowly still, Bobby rubbed it around. Mr. Cross put his hand on Bobby's shoulder to brace himself. She thought she would die when Bobby dipped his fingers into her sopping pussy and stroked the juice up and down Mr. Cross's cock, drenching the teacher's rod with her moisture. "You're making such a mess, dirty girl," Bobby cooed at her. "Sit up and clean yourself off his dick." The angle was awkward, but Cait did her best to slurp her own pussy juices off Mr. Cross. It tasted so good that Bobby had to push her off it. "Fucking whore," he said roughly as he pulled her ponytail, snapping her head back. His mouth came down on hers and he thrust his tongue in, savagely sharing the taste of pussy, fresh off a cock. Mr. Cross rounded the desk and sat in his chair. "Bring her to me, Bobby. I still want you to fuck her with my cock, but I'd rather be more comfortable." Facing Bobby, she straddled the teacher's lap, bracing her hands on the armrests, while Bobby reached out for Mr. Cross's pole. With one hand, he pushed her pussy lips apart. With the other he guided Mr. Cross's dick to her hole, but didn't put it in. Mr. Cross whispered in her ear. "I hope you're on the pill, sweetheart, because I am going to shoot so much cum in your young cunt, you'll be dripping it out for weeks." She was on the pill, but the idea of getting pregnant with this man's baby, this man who wasn't her boyfriend, made her so excited she started keening, "Put it in me, Bobby. Fuck me with your teacher cock. I want him to fill me up with his hot cum." Bobby didn't look away from her eyes as he filled her with another man's meat. She'd never felt closer to him or trusted him more. He pushed her down until she was fully seated on Mr. Cross's hot stick. "Don't move yet," Mr. Cross commanded. "I want to savor the feel of your sweet, tight hole. Such a good little slut." She wanted to move so badly. "You're so hot, baby," Bobby said, cupping her cheek. "I love you so much right now. I love seeing you stuffed full of another guy's cock while you're looking at me." She whimpered. "She's so goddamned wet and tight, Bobby." "I know, sir." Mr. Cross began pumping his hips slowly and Caitlyn groaned with the pleasure of it. "Bobby, show her how much you love her right now. Get your face down there and eat her pussy. Eat her pussy full of dick." Bobby leaned over and tongued her clit, nearly sending her off the chair. She started coming then, while Bobby sucked her clit and licked her pussy. She couldn't stop coming, especially when Mr. Cross grasped her hips and started really fucking her. There was no way Bobby wasn't getting some dick on his tongue while he was down there, but he kept at it, slurping and sucking. She'd just come down from her pleasure for a second when another climax would hit. She was flooding the chair and Bobby's face. Mr. Cross let out a strangled groan and let loose a torrent of hot cum in her pussy. He held Bobby into her crotch by the back of the head while his hips jutted spasmodically, unloading buckets of cum into Caitlyn and into Bobby's face. Bobby went crazy licking her. There was no way he could keep up, but he tried. God he was trying. He was moaning into her cock filled pussy, his hands digging hard into her skin. As Mr. Cross came down from his high, he pushed Bobby's head away. "I want to cum slut to clean my cock again." She was so tired and her legs so wobbly she could barely stand, so she slid to the floor in front of the chair and went to work on his dick once again. God, she really was a cum slut. "Get behind her, Bobby. Fuck her from behind while she's got my dick in her mouth." Yes! Two cocks. Mr. Cross got hard again, growing in her mouth, while Bobby's furious erection slid right in to her sopping wet heat. He was so worked up, it only took three or four powerful strokes until he came, yelling as he did. She hoped they didn't bring anyone to the classroom with all the noise, but at this point, she didn't care who saw her. Bobby rested on her back while she worked Mr. Cross into another erection. "It's probably going to take a little longer this time, Ms. Morris. Pace yourself." She didn't care. She loved the feel of him in her mouth. Without being told, Bobby eased out of her and slid down. His mouth found her messy cunt and he began sucking and cleaning all the cum from her again. By the time Mr. Cross climaxed in her mouth, she'd cum three more times. As if nothing had happened, they all got dressed, though Mr. Cross put her torn panties into his desk drawer. "Good luck at the game, Friday, Bobby," Mr. Cross said as he went back to grading the stack of papers on his desk. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for everything," Bobby said, leading Caitlyn up the aisle to the door. The future looked very bright indeed.