1 comments/ 4637 views/ 3 favorites Study Break Ch. 01 By: DCarmine Author's Note: To save you time, I'll say right away that this is a short(ish) story for straight males with a thing for alt girls, narrated in first person perspective. There's a long preamble, so if you just want to get to the sex right away, skip this part and go to Part 2. Enjoy. P.S. Bonus points if you can figure out which Suicide Girl I had in my head while writing this. XD # "This won't do," Milton said to me. "This won't do at all." "What are you talking about?" I asked, taking the stack of papers he placed on the desk in front of me. "I worked my ass off on this!" It was true—I had spent the last two years reading, re-reading, and dissecting everything that H.P. Lovecraft had ever written, and had spent the last twelve months working on that thesis. I had already revised it twice. "It just needs a few more revisions, Jonas. I've noted where." Milton gestured for me to look through the papers. Just a "few"? Was he fucking kidding me? He butchered nearly every page—out of 90, mind you—with red ink. He was asking me to practically rewrite the whole damn thing. I took the time to read over a few notes, then looked up at him. "Too subjective? I thought we agreed on the phenomenological approach last time." "Yes, Jonas, I know, but that's not what I meant," Milton said, walking to his chair. "You're not criticizing Lovecraft enough. There are three whole sections where you mostly just praise the guy's genius and originality." "He was a genius!" I said. "A master of Gothic horror who wrote stories that still resonate to this very day. The same can't be said about Poe, Walpole, and Byron." "I can't agree with you in regards to Poe, and that's precisely the problem, Jonas—those sections also have very little rebuttal. If I were to let you turn this in, the committee would rip you a new asshole when it comes time to defend it. You need to anticipate their arguments and preemptively nip them in bud right in the paper. It gives you a leg to stand on when they inevitably bring it up in the meeting." I growled in frustration. The old man was right. I was such a fan of Lovecraft that I couldn't criticize him for too long before I started spouting off his merits. My analysis would sometimes digress into idol worship. If I wanted to get my Master's Degree in English Literature on the first try, my paper had to be the strongest it could possibly be. It would set the foundation for my entire career as a literary critic because it would be published by at least two peer-review journals—the university's and the intercollegiate one run by Milton himself. I was his protégé, so my success—or failure—would reflect on him as well. "How long do I have?" I finally asked him. "You only have a month before you have to hand it in, so make the changes and give it back to me in two weeks. You'll have my notes a few days after that so you can utilize the rest of the time for last minute polishes and grade your students' finals." I stood up and held out my hand. "Thanks. I appreciate your feedback. Dr. Milton." Milton stood and shook my hand, but he had a bitter smirk on his face. "You say that now, but you're going to hate my guts by the beginning of next week." # A week later I was ready to pull my hair out and scream, but I had to maintain my composure in front of my students. "Alright, guys, that'll do it for today. Homework is pages 624 through 699 from the Norton Anthology, and for those of you who haven't already, don't forget to write up those annotations. Clock's ticking." I smacked the book closed, and my students started packing up their things. A few of them handed in some papers as they left, a few didn't. I wasn't an overbearing instructor. I assigned a short one-page essay every other week, and while I liked having them turned in the week after they were assigned, they weren't technically due until the end of the semester. I always took pride in being lenient because it was never much of a problem before, but I was regretting it now. My late deadline meant that the procrastinators in my class would start turning in their papers in bulk by the next class session, literally dropping a metric ton onto my already backbreaking workload. Some had already started doing so. To make matters worse, a few students stopped by the podium to chat with me about the reading assignment. While I normally loved it when they engaged with the reading, today I didn't have time for it—but I was obligated to listen to them and answer any questions. In the midst of the conversation, a heavily tattooed girl with dyed-purple hair cleared her throat and said, "Hey, why don't we wrap up this conversation for now. We don't want to delay the next class by hogging the room." There was a murmur of agreement among the students, but the purple-haired girl's British accent set her voice apart. The students said their farewells and started exiting the classroom. I breathed a sigh of relief and packed up my things. As I exited the classroom, I heard someone say, "Could I have a word with you in private, Professor Berner?" I knew who it was before I turned around. The British accent was distinctive. The purple-haired girl was leaning against the wall waiting for me. "Um, sure..." I said as I reopened the classroom and ushered her inside. "And I've told you all I don't like being called that. I'm not a professor—yet. I'm just an instructor for now." "Oh, but Professor suits you." "Does it?" I asked with an incredulous chuckle. "I don't know, seems weird... I'm barely five years older than you guys." "Five years makes a huge difference in academia. In other things too." She had a point but I didn't have time for small talk. "What did you want to talk to me about, Victoria?" She idled for a moment, her golden brown eyes shifting towards the door as it slowly slid closed. The second it did, Victoria dropped her bag and sauntered towards me. It was amazing how this neon-haired girl could make jeans and chucks sexier than a dress and heels just by adjusting the rhythm of her gait—but being honest, the tight v-neck that exposed her tattooed chest also helped. When she reached me, she grabbed my tie and pulled my face closer to hers. She wasn't wearing any perfume, but the smell of her green apple shampoo was intoxicating. "'Victoria'?" she whispered. "No no... I told you ages ago to call me 'Vicky'." I dragged my eyes from her coy smile to look at the doors to the classroom. "Sorry, but I don't want to take any chances. People are in earshot—and anybody could walk in..." "I'm sure it's safe now," Vicky said and pulled me into a kiss. The kiss was just lips for only a second—Vicky wasted no time in coaxing my mouth open with her tongue and the kiss turned passionate very quickly. She massaged her pierced lips and tongue firmly against mine, using my tie as leverage. My jaw practically liquefied and a shiver ran down my spine. This girl had always known how to kiss. And before I knew it, she had slithered her hand between our bodies and started rubbing the quickly swelling bulge in my pants. "I miss your cock so much..." Vicky said between breathless kisses. "You haven't fucked me in over a week...." "I'm sorry... I've been super busy..." I said through clenched teeth—her rubbing my cock was driving me insane. I tried desperately to keep my wits. "I told you why." "You seriously don't have ten minutes to fuck my brains out?" Vicky asked. "I'm so horny, you have no idea. I bet I'll cum the very second you slide your cock inside me..." In the past I would have called bullshit when a girl said that to me, but I knew Vicky wasn't lying. I'll tell you why later... But even still, while ten minutes was plenty of time for both of us to get our kicks, finding those ten minutes was a problem. Although she was always within arm's reach, we couldn't be public with our relationship. All things considered, it was like we were having a long-distance affair. "Just ten minutes, baby, that's all I need," Vicky said, nibbling at my neck while grinding against my crotch. "But where? The next class will be coming in any minute," I said, mentally fighting my own boner. As much as I wanted to oblige her, I knew it was impossible under the circumstances. "I don't know. Finger fuck me in the bathroom..." She took my hand and slid it into the waistline of her jeans. "Or right here, just real quick..." It actually felt steamy inside of her panties. Her pussy was warm and drooling. But I pulled my hand out of her pants and gently pushed her away. "That's too risky," I said. "What we're doing now is already pushing it too far." "But..." Vicky pouted. My fucking god... it was such a turn-on knowing this nubile girl was that desperate for my (admittedly average) cock—but I still couldn't risk it. Not to mention I had a ton of work to do. "I'll try to see you this weekend, but for right now I gotta hit the books." I adjusted my aching boner, pulling it away from the leg of my pants and up towards my waistband. I pulled out my shirttails in order to hide it better. Hopefully the walk to my office would kill my erection, but it wasn't very likely with the scent of Vicky's pussy still on my fingers. I looked over at Vicky, who had her head down. The fringes of her purple hair obscured her face. She was obviously disappointed—and extremely frustrated, both sexually and emotionally. "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it. I placed a finger on her chin and lifted her face towards mine. "I love you." I kissed her chastely, hoping she understood... Thankfully, she kissed me back and said, "I love you, too." # The first time I met Vicky was at a Coffee Bean close to campus in the middle of December. The fall semester was already over, but being a grad student in the middle of my final year (and a bookworm besides), I still spent a lot of time on campus. On my way out of the English Department's office (the grad students had their own cubicles there), I saw a flyer for a poetry slam on the bulletin board by the exit. I was going to stop at the corner store on my way home for some coffee, but I guessed I could splurge on a good mocha latte and briefly scope out the local talent while I was there. The latte I ordered came with an unwanted shot of espresso, but I didn't complain and just took it as is—besides, it was delicious. However, the poets participating in the slam were new age millennials with more influence from spoken word, stand-up comedy, and hip hop than traditional poetry—which was objectively fine, I guess, but just not suited to my tastes. I endured as long as my latte lasted, then decided to head down the block towards the Frog, one of the many pubs in the area that served the university. On my way out, I clumsily ran into a pierced-lip purple-haired girl. Vicky, of course, although I didn't know her at the time. After an awkward little dance, I held open the door for her and we both walked out into the cold December night air. The only words that passed between us were "sorry" and "it's alright." But I ran into her again not five minutes later at the entrance to the Frog. "Oh, it's you again," she said. I held the door open for her again. "I swear I'm not following you," I said with a sincere smile. "Just trying to escape the bad poetry and repress it with a drink." Instead of being put off like I expected her to, Vicky actually smiled, drawing attention to the snake bites on her bottom lip—and dazzling me in the process. "You too, huh? Glad to know I'm not the only one." The ice was pretty much broken after that, but like an introverted idiot I didn't pursue it even though I couldn't deny I was already attracted to her. Her hair and piercings had immediately caught my attention, but her sexy British accent ensured that she would linger in my lewd thoughts for a good long while. We settled in on opposite ends of the bar. I ordered a Jim Beam on the rocks to offset the caffeine I just had, while she ordered some dark stout. In attempt to stop ogling her, I checked the news aggregator on my phone. It actually worked, because my attention was caught by a Stephen King interview in The Huffington Post. When I finished my whiskey, the bartender placed a pint of Guinness in front of me. "I didn't order this," I said. The bartender slid a napkin to me across the bar-top. There was writing on it and it said, "Cheers, Mr. Doorman!" There was a cute little doodle next to it, a chibi manga character I instantly recognized as Vicky. I looked up and the bartender pointed over his shoulder at her. She was still sitting at the other end of the bar. She raised her mug and toasted me, so I was polite and did the same. Before I had finished my first sip, Vicky had already moved to the barstool at my side. "So what's your real name, Mr. Doorman?" she asked me. "Jonas," I replied. "Yours?" "Vicky. How's your beer?" It was a little awkward that she asked me that, but I said, "Great, actually. Thanks. Guinness is my favorite." Vicky's playful little smirk broke into a full smile. "I knew it." "Really? How'd you know?" "I went out on a limb and figured that if we both disliked the same poetry, we'd love the same beer." "You actually like Guinness? Not many girls do, let alone beer." Vicky bit one of the snake bites on her lip to prevent her smile from getting any bigger. "I'm not like most girls," she said, twirling a purple lock of hair with a tattooed finger. # And it snowballed pretty quickly from there. We talked about our favorite beers, which digressed into our favorite liquor, which in turn branched off into other... "recreational" substances, but settled on marijuana. Vicky was pleasantly surprised to learn that I was a pot smoker—albeit not as avid as her—and we talked back and forth about our favorite strains. I eventually mentioned offhandedly that I had a bit of Black Heart #6 and Vicky practically went bug-eyed. She claimed it was a hard strain to get a hold of and she had been dying to try it since moving to the States. I didn't realize BH6 was rare because I got most of my weed secondhand from a friend, but it was understandable considering that marijuana wasn't exactly legal in our state yet. Finding out I had enough to share, Vicky insisted that I take her back to my place so she could try it out. I should have known it was a thinly veiled plot to get me into bed, but I naively believed her intentions were innocent at the time. Although I'm over six feet tall, I'm still a plain looking Jew, with unexciting brown hair and bespectacled blue eyes. I'm skinny, but not at all fit. Totally not in Vicky's league, or so I thought. I'd been rejected and friend-zoned by girls like her numerous times in the past and had a developed a defense mechanism—I never initiated. I no longer assumed girls were into me until they gave me overtly clear signals. But that's exactly what I got—and then some. Vicky pounced on me before I had even finished opening my front door and we fucked on my couch—or rather, she fucked me. I would love to get into details, but unfortunately there weren't that many because our first time together was actually quite a blur... and it wasn't my fault. Remember how I said before that Vicky wasn't lying when she said she could have an orgasm in under ten minutes? Well, it's true. She can really could cum that quickly, and while I wish I could say it was because of me, the truth of the matter is that Vicky had a very sensitive G-spot and could cum on any cock, finger, or toy that could reach it. A few minutes of cowgirl or doggy style, and Vicky would be wailing. From experience, I knew most normal women weren't so lucky—and their sexual partners by extension. In most cases, vaginal orgasms were very hard, and in some cases impossible, to elicit. However, I was too busy having the best sex of my life to dwell on others' misfortune. After that first fuck, during which she climaxed but I didn't—because I had expected her to last longer, such a fucking tease—we actually did get to smoke a bowl of BH6 like she wanted. However, she pounced on me again before the high had a chance to set in. I learned a lesson that night—and it was constantly reaffirmed afterwards—that Vicky's apparent "superpower" to easily orgasm vaginally meant she was an almost insatiable nympho with a hyperactive libido rivaling that of a teenage boy. After a long night exploring and pleasuring each other's bared naked bodies (more details I can't give, this time because I was too baked to recall clearly, although I do remember I broke my record of three orgasms in one night), Vicky and I discovered that we had more in common with each other than she initially thought—or at least we used to. I was a reformed alt guy. I used to have plugs, but I had the lobes of my stretched out ears removed and stitched up... I had gone overboard when I was younger, enough that I had been able replace my plugs with for Gatorade bottle-caps. I also had a blacked out tattoo on my calf that was originally a portrait of Che Guevara. My only other tattoo was a partial sleeve on my upper arm and shoulder, of Cthulhu hovering over a pack of ghouls. It was just a shaded outline that any button-up shirt could hide, even with rolled up sleeves. I had never gotten around to coloring it... and I probably never will, even though I liked it enough to not to black it out or laser it off. Vicky's artwork was eclectic to say the least. She didn't have any full sleeves, on her arms or her legs, but she had so many individual tattoos, it was hard to keep track and it would take me too long to describe them all. Of note where the twin sparrows on her collar bone, the crows on her neck, the black cat on the back of her hand, the sugar skull on her thigh, and the compass on her shoulder. Also worth mentioning was the word "VOLATILE" tattooed on her knuckles. Most people (including me) thought it meant she had a quick temper. I was pleasantly surprised to learn it was actually because Vicky knew her orgasms were on a hair trigger and she embraced it. The morning after our first night together, I fully expected Vicky to disappear before I woke up, having gotten the sex and pot she wanted, and she later told me that she had actually considered it, but... she stuck around—something compelled her to stay. Maybe it was the great sex, maybe it was the good weed, or maybe it was discovering my past via my stitched-up ears and blacked out tattoo. Probably the whole sum. Either way I made her breakfast that morning and we got to know each other. I learned that Vicky was 21 years old and had been in the States for about a year and half. After secondary school, she had spent a gap year in Amsterdam, then moved to the US to be an art major. Surprisingly, she enjoyed reading H.P. Lovecraft, Stephen King, and comic books just as much as I did. Our taste in music wasn't quite the same—her hardcore punk to my thrash metal—but there was enough overlap that we knew what bands and songs the other was talking about. We had a lot in common so we immediately clicked, but we also had a lot of differences which kept things interesting: our ages, our countries of origin, our upbringings, our fields of study. I had never met a girl before who was in such perfect balance with me, so complementary... in addition to the amazing sex. Needless to say, we spent that entire December together, blowing off our friends, seeing each other nearly every day, having sex just as often. It was winter break at the university, so there really wasn't much else to do. We were so caught up in each other that we even forgot to celebrate Christmas. I was buying condoms so often that I was soon on a first name basis with the clerk at the pharmacy. Study Break Ch. 01 A few days into the New Year, we received some news that put a halt to our whirlwind romance. Under-staffed, the university assigned me to teach a 200-level American Literature survey... and because it was necessary for the general education requirements for her art degree, Vicky had to enroll in my class. I had no choice because teaching undergrads was not only my day job but also required for my Master's degree. Vicky had no choice either because nobody but me was teaching that class. Her student visa and scholarships also meant she couldn't wait to take the class another semester. Against our wills, we officially became teacher and student, and our relationship was unsanctioned. Good thing we had kept it a secret till then, even from our friends. I'll admit the notion to break up and let the system win occurred to me, but before I could pull the cord Vicky said she wanted to hold out, to endure. Vicky cared about me that much, she believed our relationship was worth it. Although I didn't say it out loud until nearly a month later on Valentine's Day, I knew at that exact moment that I loved her. Even still, it was very risky, with a lot at stake. While our relationship wasn't technically against the law, it might as well had been because of the consequences. I could be fired from my job, both of us could expelled from our majors, and possibly blacklisted from enrolling in another school, and to top it all off: Vicky could have her student visa revoked and she'd be deported back to the UK, and worse, possibly barred from re-entering the States for a long time. We had to be chaste, innocent, and professional on campus to avoid attracting suspicion. We couldn't hang out much outside of campus either—the university was located in the center of the city and it was too easy to run into someone who attended or taught there. In addition, Vicky lived in the dorms so our only refuge was my apartment located in the suburban outskirts of the city. The commute was brutal for each of us and the separation was just as bad. It was like we were having a long-distance affair. Looking back, I sometimes called it a blessing and curse... If we had kept going at that rate we were back in December, we probably would have burnt out on sex, gotten bored of each other, and the relationship would have sizzled. I'd made that mistake before. Ever hear the phrase, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder and familiarity breeds disinterest"? But by the time my thesis deadline was nearing, we had already been living that way for four months—only seeing each other on the weekends, which some couples would consider good enough, but for Vicky and I, it was a sexual and emotional drought. The final revision on my thesis was putting a wedge between us. In the midst of the stress and tension, I could feel Vicky's resentment for the situation. Going into this, she knew it would be hard to see each other, but the project was taking up every spare minute of my time, and she didn't sign on for that. I felt like I was losing her to my work. Vicky had a libido I struggled to keep up with even when nothing was keeping us apart. She may have been an alt girl, but she was beautiful and charismatic regardless. If she couldn't get satisfaction from me, she could easily get it from someone else. Vicky wasn't just the best sex I'd ever had in my life... she was the first and only woman I had ever truly loved. So was three years of work—my Master's degree, my career, my reputation—worth losing her? Study Break Ch. 02 taking up where we left off... My hands squeezed her ass tightly and pulled her body down onto my mouth. I kept licking up and down her dripping pussy. Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head, but her moans were loud enough for me to hear. I could feel her whole body shiver and weaken when my lips wrapped around her clit. I hummed lightly, flicked my tongue, and blew a little air over her wetness; each step bringing another gasp from her lips. After many licks and lots of shivers, I finally realized Marie was trying to stop me. Her fingers tightened in my hair and finally managed to pry my face away. “Oh wow,” she gasped, sinking down into my arms. “I thought I was going to pass out.” I could feel her heart pounding as she cuddled up next to me. She nuzzled her face into my neck and her breath rasped against my ear. She kept shaking and purring and the feeling of her hot soft body had me more than ready to go. When she shifted in my lap, my cock came to rest between her supple asscheeks. Marie gave a little giggle at the feeling and bounced against me again, trying to tease me. “MMMmmm, that feels nice.” She said softly, turning slowly, sitting on my lap and turning her back to my chest. My arms instantly slid around her and my hands ran from her thighs to her breasts. I licked up her neck as she arched back against me. Damn, I was so hard. Marie slid her hands down between her thighs, lifted her ass up and lined my throbbing cock directly at her spread pussy. The warm wet folds of her pussy closed around my shaft as Marie quickly sank down onto my hard dick. She put her feet on the floor and scooted down on me until I was completely buried inside her. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as she started to bounce up and down. Each time she rose up, I could see her spread pussy leave a trail of wetness on my erect cock. Then she would slam back down, flattening her gorgeous ass against my hips. By now we were both pretty sweaty and Marie’s ass slapped against me with a wet pop. My fingers rubbed her smooth flesh along her hips and up her back. I could look up and see her curly hair wave from side to side. A drop of sweat rolled between her shoulder blades and down the small of her back. I was mesmerized by its progress across her ass and its eventual fall onto my body. Her riding pace quickened and she began to buck wildly on me. The feeling of her hot wet pussy gripping my cock felt so amazing. Marie dropped a hand down between her thighs and started rubbing her clit as she rammed her hips down on me. Her muscles tightened around my cock and I arched my hips up to meet her. I thrust my cock deeper inside her as she bounced down on me. Her hand went from her wet clit to rub my balls while we fucked each other towards paradise. Just when I thought we were both going to explode, Marie jumped a little too high on her upswing and lost her balance; falling back against me. I caught her slippery warm body in my arms and my stiff cock slapped between her flailing thighs, but I couldn’t duck when her elbow flew back and clocked me on the temple. I heard the smack and felt the pain. “Ouch, I never said I liked rough sex,” I groaned. “Oh crap, I’m sorry,” she said, turning to look at me. I chuckled and shook my head a little. Marie lifted a hand and rubbed my face lightly. “I’m fine. It’s no big deal, sweets. I’m a tough guy,” I joked. “Good,” she giggled and kissed the tender spot, “Then we can get back to it.” “Oh I don’t know. I think I lost my concentration,” I laughed, pushing her down against my still-hard cock. “Well, why don’t you concentrate on this?” she giggled and slid her body off mine. She crawled away from me slowly, wiggling her sweet ass. Peeking over her shoulder, she leaned over the coffee table and spread her thighs wide. My mouth hung open as she spread her knees, crossed her ankles, and pushed her ass up in the air. Her curly locks spread across the table as she lowered her face and moved her hands down her body. I gave my slick cock a few stroked as I moved behind her. Watching her slowly sway and jiggle made me throb even more. “Now fuck me!!!” she begged as she reached behind her and spread her ass for me. Her pink pussy glistened and winked. Guiding my cock with my hand, I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my hard shaft deep into Marie’s wet pussy. She tightened around me and sighed while driving her ass back against me. My hands locked on her shoulders, pulling her back and grinding my hard shaft into her until my balls bounced against her clit. One of her hands moved under her to rub her clit while I started to pound into her. Faster and harder, I drove into her pussy, pushing her body against the table and her soft ass back against me. Marie was moaning constantly now. Who knows what the hell I was saying as I fucked her hot body. The pleasure built as she rubbed my swinging balls and ran her thumb around her clit. We were only seconds away from orgasm. Moaning and panting and willing each moment to last forever. Marie hooked her feet behind my thighs and molded our bodies together as her explosion began. My mind took a snapshot then: I saw her curls waving in the air, her smooth, tan body stretching out before me, my fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her ass, and the sight of my cock sliding deep into her wet pussy. With a moan, I pushed into her and felt the cum fly out of my pistoning cock. Her spasming pussy gripped my throbbing shaft as my hot load of cream pumped into her. Splashing inside her and mixing with her love juices, it poured out of me like a geyser. Marie reached behind her and grabbed my forearm, digging her nails into my arm as she felt wave after wave of ecstasy. It was wonderful and wild. She shivered a few more times and then fell flat against the table. I slipped out of her and sat back against the couch. Watching her, I lifted my hand and rubbed the growing bruise on my face. It was worth it, I thought to myself. Marie slowly got up and turned around. Smiling, she leaned down and softly kissed my lips. “Stay there,” she said. “I’ll bring you a beer and an icepack. Wanna order a pizza?” “Yeah, baby, yeah,” I chuckled. Definitely worth it. Study Break Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Note: If you have not already read it, Study Break is the prequel to this story. Radhi usually didn't stick around too long after we'd fucked when we had class the next morning but it appeared as though I had planted quite an idea with her about inviting Mamta to join us for one of our future trysts. I surmised that Radhi was into women as well as men as she talked about the two of us doing Mamta rather than the two of them doing me. I had a feeling that we might be going at it again that night as we continued to talk about the prospect of seducing Mamta and formulated a plan that would give both of us access to her hot body. I asked Radhi if they'd ever talked about me when they'd been studying together and, since they hadn't, I suggested she bring up my name to gauge Mamta's interest, then try to engage her in conversation about what they'd each do to me given the chance, without letting on that she'd probably done all of those things with me already. I figured if Mamta seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of getting involved with me sexually, then we shouldn't have too much trouble making our plan work. The idea was to have Mamta believe that she and Radhi were seducing me when it was actually Radhi and me seducing her. I was playing with Radhi's luscious tits as we talked and she had reached down to stroke my cock, which was already nearly back to full rigidity. Once we'd decided on our course of action, we started to make out again as we had both become totally aroused with talk and thoughts of Mamta. I slipped my hand down to find her pussy completely engorged and overflowing with juices and, after stroking her clit got her moaning loudly, she asked me to put on another condom and fuck her like I was going to fuck Mamta. I quickly retrieved another condom, rolled it on and climbed on top of her, slipping into her hot, slippery pussy. I started fucking her hard and fast, knowing from experience that she was already pretty close to another orgasm. I had my eyes closed and was picturing Mamta naked, her full, brown tits jutting out with dark nipples just waiting to be sucked and a trim, dark bush barely concealing her pussy. I imagined it was that pussy below me that I was pumping my cock in and out of and my cock throbbed even more. Radhi was moaning and whimpering as she raised her hips to meet my incoming thrusts, her knees bent and her legs spread wide apart. I wondered what was going through her mind, whether she was imagining that she was Mamta or that Mamta was somehow fucking her. Both ideas only brought me closer to my own orgasm and, based on Radhi's noises and movements, she seemed to be on the verge herself. It had been a while since I'd felt her pussy so hot and wet and I was absolutely enjoying it. My cock was beginning to swell even more as I continued to fuck her hard and her pussy became even more engorged until she finally let out a cry and I could feel her trembling below me as she came. I don't think she'd even finished cumming before I was shooting my load into the reservoir tip of my condom. We lay there panting, a thin layer of sweat between us, until I worried about the condom leaking and extracted my shrinking tool from her. It was still a few minutes before we'd recovered enough for Radhi to start gathering the rest of her clothes and pulling them back on. She slipped into her panties and straightened the short skirt that was still gathered around her waist as I wrapped the condom in a tissue with the first one and tossed them in the trash can. I took a long look at her succulent breasts before she squashed them into her sports bra and pulled her shirt on over it. I had pulled my lounge pants back on by the time she was ready to open the door but she gave me a quick, passionate kiss before leaving and said she'd let me know when she had some news regarding Mamta. It didn't take long before I noticed Mamta looking at me while trying to be surreptitious during class and I surmised that Radhi had found the opportunity to plant the seed. Sure enough, she called me one evening to let me know that Mamta was definitely interested so I shouldn't be surprised by an invitation to come and study with them. The plan that they'd concocted was to get me over to the study lounge in Mamta's dorm, then come up with an excuse to get me into her dorm room. I was completely prepared to play along when Mamta approached after class and asked if I wanted to meet her and Radhi at the study lounge in her dorm. I did my best to appear pleasantly surprised and said that I would be interested. She told me when to be there and I knew I was in for some fun that night. Radhi and I did talk before the meeting time and agreed not to walk over together. She also informed me that she and Mamta had agreed dress as they typically would when studying so as not to arouse my suspicion and that they had already picked up a box of condoms. We had spoken previously about how difficult it would end up being for any of us to concentrate if we actually did try to study, so the subject we were planning to study that night was not anything that would be due the next morning. I knew their plan was to pretend to start studying, Mamta would say she forgot something in her room and Radhi would suggest that she show me her room, which was in an older dorm and much different from the ones we had. At the appropriate time, I went along with their plan while trying to appear as oblivious as possible. I admired Mamta's room and the view from her window then turned and asked if she had found what she'd forgotten. She stammered for a moment before Radhi stepped in and said that they hadn't located it, but suspected that it might be in my pants. While I tried to appear confused, she reached for my jeans and began to unfasten them, which helped to embolden Mamta. She started to kneel to help Radhi get my jeans and briefs down, her focus on my rigid cock as it sprung out. Radhi encouraged her to go first while Radhi helped me out of my jeans and underwear. Mamta's hand was cool and soft as it gripped my tool and pumped it briefly while she brought her lips closer to it. I noticed that she closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around my tool and slid them down. I moaned and dropped a hand onto her head as she slowly slid her mouth up and down my cock while I stepped out of my jeans and briefs. Radhi was quickly up next to Mamta, encouraging her before taking her turn sliding my cock in and out of her own mouth. I relished the two of them alternating sucking my cock until Radhi suggested to Mamta that they have me lie on the bed so that one of them could ride my face. I don't think they had choreographed this far but Mamta seemed into it and Radhi suggested that, since it was her dorm room, Mamta should go first. Mamta didn't argue as they stopped blowing me and suggested that I lie down on Mamta's bed. Knowing that, obviously, Mamta would have to undress if she was going to ride my face, my attention was focused on her as I was laying there. It looked as though Radhi's was, too. Mamta raised her shirt over her head, revealing a pretty sexy bra holding in her luscious tits, then dropped her track pants to reveal matching panties. I didn't think my cock could get any harder but it felt like it was, especially as she reached back and unfastened her bra. It went slack and she let it drop down her arms, exposing an amazing pair of light brown tits topped with dark nipples. I was entranced by the way her tits swung as she leaned down to slide her panties down but was distracted by her trim, black bush as she straightened and stepped out of her panties. I couldn't even imagine how wet Radhi must have been at that moment, knowing that she would have gladly taken my place and had Mamta straddling her face. I took in every square inch of Mamta's brown skin as she approached and climbed onto the bed to straddle my head then gripped an ass cheek in each of my hands while running my tongue up her dripping slit. I didn't know what Radhi was doing as I slurped up Mamta's flowing juices before licking and sucking her clit, which caused her to moan loudly, but I learned later that she was giving me a chance to get Mamta all worked up so that her advances would be more likely to be well received. She was admiring Mamta's body as I ate her pussy and, when she was sure that Mamta was incredibly worked up, she started to undress herself, rolled a condom onto my shaft and straddled me. I did notice the condom being rolled on and Radhi starting to slowly fuck me, so I was looking up as I ate Mamta's pussy and was pleased when I saw Radhi's hands cupping Mamta's large breasts. Mamta never skipped a beat and just continued humping her pussy toward my face and moaning. I slipped a finger up into her snug, slippery pussy while licking and sucking her clit while slipping the other hand down to gently stroke Radhi's clit as she rode my cock. Radhi went from just cupping Mamta's breasts to toying with her hard nipples and I noticed that Mamta leaned back a bit when Radhi started kissing her neck. Mamta's pussy was becoming wetter and more engorged, though I couldn't be certain whether it was because of me or because of Radhi, though I had a feeling it was probably due to both of us. It wasn't much longer before she let out a moan and I felt her trembling as she came while her pussy was flooded with a fresh flow of her juices. I continued to lap at her pussy until she'd finished cumming and Radhi was telling her that she should ride my cock. I felt my cock slip out of Radhi's pussy as Mamta started moving away from my face and I continued to drink in her hot body. Radhi helped guide my cock into her pussy, trying to be completely casual about the fact that one of her hands was on Mamta's pussy, spreading it open to receive my cock. She watched my cock slide in and out of Mamta's pussy for a few minutes before climbing up to straddle my face, so as not to arouse Mamta's suspicions that Radhi might be more interested in her than she was in me. Mamta's pussy felt absolutely incredible sliding up and down my shaft and I suspected that it was no accident that Radhi had decided to straddle my face in the opposite direction that Mamta had, so that they were facing each other. I wished I could see what was going on between them but, with Radhi's pussy right over my face, my view was restricted so I instead focused on lapping up the copious juices she was producing. I'd eaten Radhi's pussy enough to know how to get her off pretty quickly or to draw out the pleasure almost agonizingly. I saw this as an occasion to get her off quickly so that she would have an excuse to explore Mamta's body a bit more in depth. As worked up as Radhi was, it was clear that it wouldn't take much to get her off, so I put my effort into getting her there. It appeared that Mamta was still very fired up from her first orgasm, because she was riding me hard and was as noisy as Radhi. The idea that they might be making out, feeling up each other's titties or stroking each other's clits had me rock hard, but I could tell that they were much closer to cumming than I was. They both kept just getting wetter and louder until finally Radhi let out a cry and flooded my face with even more of her pungent nectar. By the time she was coming back down again, Mamta let out a wail and I could feel tremors within her pussy on my throbbing tool. Radhi dismounted my head and moved to stand beside the bed as Mamta was still catching her breath. I think both of us were still focused on Mamta's hot, naked body. When she finally seemed to have recovered, I asked if I could fuck her tits. She nodded, smiling, and climbed off of me then took my place as I got up. I stripped off the condom, then straddled her ribs and placed my throbbing cock between her tits, which she then squeezed together. Radhi straddled her behind me, running her hands over my chest, abs and ass as well as over Mamta's hard nipples. I figured she must have some kind of plan as she moved backward away from me and, when Mamta let out a gasp, I glanced back to see her rubbing her pussy against Mamta's. She had turned sideways so that one of her knees was between Mamta's legs and the other was near her waist and she was humping her pussy against Mamta's. My cock was throbbing even more as I fucked Mamta's tits and watched their trim black bushes meshing together. I really thought that watching that was what would put me over the top, in addition, obviously, to the feel of Mamta's soft, smooth flesh sliding against my cock. It turned out, though, that after just a few minutes of that, Radhi moved down between Mamta's legs and started devouring her pussy. As I watched Radhi's pink tongue lapping at Mamta's clit, I felt my orgasm surging forward a lot more quickly and, from the sound of it, Mamta was experiencing something very similar. I was only able to tear my eyes away when I was right on the verge of cumming and my cock had begun to swell even more. I looked down to see if I wanted to just blow onto Mamta's chest but, as her mouth was open to let her moans out, I moved forward just enough for the head of my cock to touch her lips. She immediately inhaled my entire member, so I started to fuck her mouth as she released her tits and gripped my ass. As I'd expected, it didn't take too long sliding in and out of Mamta's mouth before I exploded with a moan and pumped my load down her throat. She swallowed it down and, once I was completely spent, I climbed off of her and watched as Radhi ate her pussy. This clearly wasn't Radhi's first rodeo, which made me think again about the girls on her tennis team and whether there were some locker room activities after practice. Mamta also didn't seem at all put off by having Radhi's tongue working her pussy over, so it seemed as though we had made a good choice in turning our twosome into a threesome. Mamta was writhing on the bed as she got louder and louder until she froze up momentarily before convulsing as she came. Radhi continued to eat her until she went still, then raised her head. Mamta's eyes were still closed so we shared a quick thumbs-up and a smile as our eyes continued to devour her sexy body. Our plan had worked.