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Professor gets his wishes from 3 students The weather was frigidly cold. Wrapped in a heavy afghan quilt, I stared outside my apartment window. Flurries were starting to form. The sky was slate gray and overcast. This was the perfect day to stay indoors. It was a Saturday at the beginning of November in the Midwest. The wind whipped and whistled outside, stripping the trees down to their forlorn looking branches. Locally nothing but corn existed to stop the chill biting winds – and corn isn't the most insulating of barriers. So far, I was enjoying a laid back Saturday morning. I was sitting in my overstuffed, rust-colored recliner, a 1970s-throwback monstrosity that I picked up for practically nothing at a used furniture store. Coltrane was playing crazy cool on my stereo, saying "Good Morning" in his own special way. I held a cup of Earl Gray gingerly to my lips, blowing gently. It was too hot, but I sipped it anyway. The warm, lemony liquid brought life to my sleepy limbs, and sent caffeine rushing to my bloodstream. A half-eaten bagel and cream cheese lay on the end table next to me. I picked it up and chewed. Then I washed down the doughy taste with more tea. I smiled, contentedly. The drowsiness was gone. I was ready to face the new day. I am sure that I would not soon forget the phone call that I had received last night. Jessica, my blonde bombshell student, rang me up at 2:30 a.m. waking me from my slumber. No problem! I had learned that any phone call from Jessica would result in something interesting, and also more than a little naughty. This call was no different. After a few minutes of pleasantries, I learned that Jessica's ultra-cute roomie, Shannon, was about to go down on Jessica – and I would get to listen to every sexy detail. Jessica described that process with excruciating specificity. I couldn't help but jerk off as I listened to two nasty teenage<b> coeds </font></b>pleasure each other on the other end of the line. In the end, Jessica's filthy descriptions pushed me over the edge. I came in a sticky mess of jizz and lotion. Before hanging up, Jessica told me that she and Shannon would be coming by later tonight (around 8:00 p.m.) Maybe I was getting cocky, but I was pretty sure sex with one or both of those delicious strumpets would be on the menu. I spent the first part of my day studying. My head felt clear. Everything was clicking. Concepts were coming easily today. I took advantage of this unusual luck, and I set to work armed with several colors of highlighters and note-taking pens. Time flew and I soon broke for lunch. After some P, B, & J, I decided to switch gears. I broke out several student outlines, and set to work grading them. A few were decent, but most were rushed drivel. That was understandable, since the assignments were lame and contrived exercises in busy-work that lacked a purpose. It was one of those unfortunate tasks that the section head required that I assign. The students hated the assignment, and learned nothing. Grading them was even worse. But there wasn't anything I could do. If I wanted a paycheck, I had to follow orders. I did a little more reading and outlined a paper after that. My mind wasn't into it, though. I was losing focus, by thinking about the night that lay ahead of me. I felt my mind wandering; I even caught my hand absently drifting southward to play with my crotch. Studying had become useless. So I packed up my books and shut down the computer. I was done with schoolwork for the day. Instead, I started cleaning. The place really wasn't a mess, but it also wasn't ready for female company. I did the dishes and vacuumed. The bathroom got a scrubbing, and I started up a couple loads of laundry (I made sure to wash the sheets on my bed – I wouldn't want to impede any bed-based activities by the presence of unclean sheets). After a couple of hours of work, the place looked much better. It was still a crappy grad pad with mismatched furniture, but at least it was clean. Besides, just having my own apartment probably put me in my own class. Privacy, away from the prying eyes of roommates and dorms, was a unique commodity in the world of undergraduate students. It was about 6:00 p.m. when finished cleaning. I stepped into the shower to wash the smell of ammonia cleaning fluid off of my body. I shaved, and put on some Dockers, a button-down shirt, and a cable-knit sweater. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I was ready for a night of romance / serious fucking. I settled down in front of the television; I needed to relax. There was a little time before the ladies were due. I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Blech! Saturday evening programming, nothing was on. I cycled through the options twice and finally landed on the History Channel. They were featuring a special on the life and works of the Marquis De Sade. How appropriate! Maybe I could pick a few devilish tips and suggestions, I thought. But I was too tired. My eyes drooped and I drifted off into a light slumber. The chime of my doorbell woke me up. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30 p.m. How odd! It didn't seem like Jessica or Shannon to be the types to arrive early. They were much more likely to be the fashionably late sort. I would bet money that they typically arrived when the party was going full swing. They would want to be the center of attention. I got up from my chair and went to the door. The bell rang again as I reached for the knob. I opened the door expecting to see Jessica and Shannon. Instead, I was completely surprised. Sarah, a grad student friend of mine, stood in the outside hallway looking disheveled and flustered. She was bundled in a large, brown overcoat, and her hair was blown wild by the outside wind. Her face was a mask of emotions. I couldn't tell what those feelings were were, but they were clearly ready to bubble to the surface. We looked at each other for a long moment, neither of us sure what to say. She spoke first; "Can I come in?" Shit! I wanted to talk to Sarah, but Jessica and Shannon were due in a few minutes. If they arrived while she was here, it would be very awkward. "Umm, Sarah it is good to see you but this isn't the best of times." "Please? I just need a couple of minutes. I'd really like to talk to you." "Are you sure this can't wait?" I asked. "No, I don't think it can. I have to get these thoughts out of my head. They are killing me. Please?" I looked at Sarah, scrutinizing her face. She was dead serious, and more than a little nervous. Our last conversation looked like it had taken a heavy toll on Sarah's psyche. Whatever it was that she had to say, she it was pretty important to her. Shit! This couldn't be good. I knew that all of my fucking around would come back to haunt me. I guess that is what I get for offering up grades for sexual favors. Let's do this. I nodded. Sarah looked instantly relieved. I backed away from the door and made room for her to enter my apartment. "Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked. Sarah replied, "Yeah, something alcoholic would be great. Do you have any wine?" She had taken off her overcoat and draped it over the arm of my love seat. She then sat down. Sarah was wearing a white button down men's dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. The top couple of buttons were left undone, so that I could get a glimpse of her marvelous rack. A deep red, astrology crystal dangled from a chain around her neck. Sarah's customary black boots completed the look. I couldn't tell if this was something she had just thrown together, or if it was carefully crafted to look casual, settled, and relaxed. "I have some of that terrible boxed wine. I could tap it for you and pour you a glass?" I think she smiled. That was a good sign. "Sure, that sounds great." I went my cabinets and pulled out a wineglass. I filled it part way with a light, golden fluid that could – on a good day - loosely be called "Chardonnay." There were times that being a poor graduate student really sucked. Many of them involved cheap-ass wines. I handed the glass to Sarah and she immediately slugged it down. "I'd say that was nice, but it wasn't" she said with a smile. "Can I have another?" she asked, holding up the empty glass. I smiled back and went to get her a refill. I handed it to her and she lightly sipped the liquid. She looked like she was lost in thought, like she had something important to say but she didn't know where to start. I waited patiently. Whatever this was that she wanted to say, it shouldn't be forced. The words started slowly; "What you told me, turned my world upside down. I haven't been able to think about anything else. I knew that things like that must happen, but I never would have guessed that you would be involved (or that I would hear about it). It was such a shock. I am so sorry for running out of the room like that. That was inexcusable. I just didn't know how to take it. I needed some time alone to process what you said." I looked at her and smiled uneasily. I wasn't sure where this was going. My best option would be to keep quiet until I knew where Sarah was headed. So I gestured for her to go on.... "First, I need to let you know that I'll keep my word to you. You told me out of trust, so I won't tell anyone else. I really appreciate the level of trust you have shown me. We're friends, dude. I'd like to keep it that way. While not everyone would agree with your choices, I don't know that your life needs to be tossed away because of them." I felt a massive weight being lifted off of my shoulders. Everything suddenly felt so much easier. I know that I visibly relaxed, as I could see Sarah warmly smiling back at me. The ice was thoroughly broken. I replied to Sarah, "Gee, you don't know what that means to me. Ever since that conversation we had in your office, my mind has been running in circles. I haven't known what to say or do. I had thought that everything could be over for me. Thank you." I leaned over to hug Sarah. Clearly, she was not expecting to be embraced. Her body was rigid and unsure. After a moment, though, she melted; I could feel her loosening up in my arms. We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us surrendering to the friendship in that hug. We broke apart. I could see her eyes twinkling. There was a humor to her voice when she asked, "So I want to know more, and give me all the gory details. How did you and Jessica hook up?" "Oh? Why would you want to know that?" "Jessica is a pretty attractive young lady. I just wanted to know what she was doing with a dork like you." "Hey, you weren't able to resist these masculine charms either. I seem to recall a few evenings when my dorkiness was not problem." Sarah blushed, "Whatever, dude! I guess it is. Your machismo was pretty formidable. But you still haven't answered my question." I was about to respond, when I heard the doorbell. Game time! Sarah didn't seem to be a threat anymore and in fact appeared to be fascinated with Jessica. Why not ride this out and see where it goes? It didn't seem like anything bad would happen. I said to Sarah, "If you really want to know, you can ask Jessica yourself. That is probably her and Shannon at the door." Sarah appeared startled. Her voice suddenly became tense and nervous. Was that fear? Anticipation? "Jessica is at the door? And Shannon? Who's Shannon? Whatever, dude. I am not sure if it is the best idea that I am here. I could get in a lot of trouble for being around them." "True," I said, trying to play it as cool as I could, "But then you wouldn't get to learn anything either. It is your choice, Sarah. You could crawl out a bedroom window if you like." Sarah thought for a moment. She seemed torn, like she was at the brink of a critical decision. The doorbell rang again. Her face contorted into a grimace. "Fuck it," Sarah said. "Dude, let's meet these ladies." I opened the door to find Jessica and Shannon with their luscious backsides facing towards me. While the women were both wrapped in winter coats, they were also wearing very short skirts. They had to be freezing. Both women were slightly bent at the waist, sticking their beautiful posteriors up and out. Their skirts were hitched up above their hips, making their rounded ass cheeks completely visible. I wanted to grope and maul them both. Jessica was wearing a pink, lacy pair of boy shorts, while Shannon had on sheer, black t-backs. Together, Jessica and Shannon giggled as they said in unison, "Good evening, Professor." They were too cute for words. Never, in my wildest dreams had I ever expected to be greeted at the door like this. "Welcome girls," I said. "That is lovely. Never have I seen two more perfect asses. Now why don't you come inside?" I moved out of the way and beckoned them into my apartment. I closed the door. At first Jessica and Shannon were laughing pretty hard, and then they both abruptly stopped. All eyes lasered in on Sarah, who was leaning against the back wall. She had a bemused expression her face; her stance was cool and relaxed. Just looking at her, I did not expect any problems to come from Sarah. She was too at ease. "Well this is a little awkward," Sarah said breaking the ice. She moved to the two teens and extended her hand. "We haven't formally met. My name is Sarah and I am glad to meet the both of you. And by the way, both of you have lovely butts. Thank you for showing them off." Jessica and Shannon both shook hands and introduced themselves. Both<b> coeds </font></b>were clearly surprised. Their body language was forced and guarded. The moment was surreal. I don't think I had ever seen Jessica caught off guard before. It was pretty interesting - sexy even. Shannon spoke next, "Do I know you? You look awfully familiar?" "Maybe," Sarah replied. She smirked. "That's true," Jessica said. "You do look familiar, I think...." Then Jessica stopped talking mid-sentence. Her eyes became wide as saucers and her mouth fell open in disbelief. Jessica was speechless. "That's right. I covered his class last week. I guess it was more memorable for me, than it was for you," Sarah said with a grin. Shannon spoke next, "Yeah, I remember. That was the day you were gone, wasn't it Professor? Jessica and I had a great plan to tease you in class. We totally dressed up special and everything. We had those matching schoolgirl outfits. Do you remember, Jessica?" "Yup, I do," said Jessica. Her voice sounded sheepish and I could see her blushing. This was good. It was so fun to see the tables turned on Jessica. I couldn't wait to see where this situation went. "Why don't we have a seat," Sarah suggested. "I think we can all get a little more comfortable after we sit down." I nodded, before gesturing at the chairs in the living room. I poured a round of drinks, making sure to get myself an extra helping. I had no idea where this was going. Sarah seemed to have taken control of the evening. At best, I was along for the ride. That was fine by me, since the results seemed like they might be pretty interesting. I handed out the drinks and surveyed the women one-by-one. All of them were breathtaking, each in their own way. Jessica and Shannon were wearing short skirts and sexy little tops. Both had scoop necks, putting their cleavage on full display. The two women were both wearing those Ugg style boots (Shannon's were light brown while Jessica's were pink) that are all the rage among college<b> coeds. </font></b>Jessica still had the voluptuous, blonde Barbie look, while Shannon was a cute, alternative hipster. Clearly, they had both gone through some effort to look good. Sarah, while still very sexy, was more refined in her jeans / dress shirt combo. Her demeanor had changed completely since she first walked through my front door. She was poised and in total control of the situation. Nothing could be hotter! I was such a lucky guy to be sitting in this room with these three goddesses. Shannon was the least phased of the three women by the oddness of the situation. The expression on her face was of minor confusion – probably over the reason for Sarah's presence. Sarah looked smug, like a hatching plan was about to come true. Jessica looked the most unusual. She was rigid, subdued, and turning an unhealthy shade of green. Certainly, she was itching to know what was going on. Taking a swig of her wine, Sarah began to talk again, "Ladies, I know why you are here. You were going to have sex with this dork over here." Sarah pointed at me. "Is this true?" Shannon looked startled. She turned to Jessica for guidance. Jessica was still out of it. She simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Good. I am glad to see that we can be honest with each other. I too have my secret. I came here to talk to the Professor about you guys," Sarah's voice was dripping with sarcasm as she said the word 'Professor.' She had caught onto how Jessica and Shannon had playfully given me that moniker. Her face was consumed by a devilish grin; she was up to something. Sarah continued, "I wanted to tell him that everything was cool. I also wanted to let him know that I couldn't get that class out of my mind. The memory was agonizing torture. Jessica, you know why, right?" Jessica was looking down, studying her feet. She slowly nodded. Sarah leaned back in her chair and smiled, before continuing to speak, "What we have here is a true opportunity. Let's take full advantage of the situation. Shall we make everything really honest? I have a proposal. I think we should play a game. I think we should play truth or dare. It might lead us to where we all want to go. Maybe then we can say what we think, and perhaps have little bit of fun while doing it. What do you guys say?" Truth or dare? I didn't understand. This was unexpected. Where was Sarah going? "What? That makes no sense. I don't get it. What are you driving at?" Jessica raised her head and locked her eyes with mine. Her voice was sharp and serious as she answered for Sarah, "Oh, Professor! You can be so obtuse at times. If you don't get it, you really need to play." Jessica's face brightened as she continued to talk, "But maybe that is why I like you." She turned to face Sarah. "Hmmmn? I think that's a good idea. A game might be fun. Shannon, what do you think?" Shannon seemed surprised to have the conversation turned back on her. "Sure, I guess. A game might be cool." Everyone turned to face me. I could feel their question. While there was no doubt what I wanted to do, I paused for a moment as if the decision needed careful consideration. Then I answered, "Sure," I said. "Who am I to go against the will of the group, especially when it is three very sexy ladies? Who starts?" "Nice one there. As if you were going to say no," Sarah said. "I guess I will start, since I suggested this whole thing. My proposal, my doom, eh? Let's bring it on. Truth." Jessica spoke first, "Let's just put the cards on the table. What exactly did you see when you taught class the other day?" Sarah moistened her lips and said with total confidence, "Exactly? I saw a lot of things. Some students took notes. Others fell asleep. One blonde student, in particular, made quite an impression. I believe, Jessica, that you weren't wearing panties. Right there is class you spread your legs and showed me your shaved kitty cat. I don't think I have ever seen anything more obscene. Or beautiful." Shannon broke out into laughter, "No way! You total slut! You didn't tell me you flashed her. Damn, you'll show that shit to anyone won't you?" We all laughed. The tension was gone. It was the next person's turn. Jessica was sitting beside Sarah, so it was no surprise to hear her say, "Truth." Shannon rubbed her hands together in glee. She was going to have fun with her roommate, "Ok, you wench. Who was the last guy you did it with?" "Did it? "Yeah, you know. Screwed. Porked. Humped. Boffed. Fucked. I can keep going?" "No, that's alright, Shan. Um, I guess it would be the Professor." Jessica seemed a little embarrassed by her answer. I was a little surprised too. I had assumed that she was out making time with a lot of other guys. This revelation didn't seem to fit. Why would she want me to go out and screw other women if she were going to stay monogamous? This changed things a little. We would need to talk later. For now, however, I winked at Jessica. She batted her eyes and blew me a kiss back. It was Shannon's turn. She called for the first dare of the evening. I was relieved. I didn't want to ask for a truth, but I also didn't want to be the first one to call for a dare. Potentially, that could shut the whole game down. It was up to me, though, to offer up the dare. What would nudge things in an interesting way, but still remain non-threatening? "Shannon, are you any good at gymnastics?" "That's a question." "I know. Are you?" "I used to be on the team in high school." "Then why don't you stand on your head. Jessica can spot you.' Shannon's eyes widened as she realized that she was wearing a skirt. Jessica grinned and got into place. "Ooooh, nice! Why be modest, Shan? Hey, they've already seen your ass this evening. Go on, girl," Jessica teased; I could have kissed her. Shannon moved to the center of the room, curtsied, and bent down on her hands and knees. She kicked her feet up in the air and positioned herself ramrod straight. She had perfect form. Shannon's scoop-necked halter-top was still tucked into her waistline, but her flimsy, black skirt gave in to gravity. We could all see her panties. They were little more than a silky, black g-string. With Jessica holding her legs upright, Shannon held that position for at least thirty glorious seconds. As time passed, though, Shannon couldn't take it. She went from minor giggles to full on laughter in a few seconds. Then she collapsed in a heap. "Wow!" I said. "That was pretty cool. You ok there, Shannon?" Shannon, who was still giggling, nodded. "I guess it is my turn then. I'm the only one who hasn't gone. Hmmmn? Dare." "Surprise, surprise, dude!" Sarah said. The glance Sarah shot me told me she was onto my game. "A dare from a room of a bunch of horny chicks? Pretty dangerous, eh? Let's keep it PG for now, buster. Why don't you go over there and rub Jessica's shoulders for a couple of minutes? She seems a little tense." While I hoping for something more risqué, I would never object to giving Jessica a shoulder rub. I stood behind her chair and put my hands on her shoulders. I began with a clockwise rub to loosen her up. Within a few moments, her eyes closed and she dropped her head. A soft moan escaped her lips. I rubbed harder as I found a knot that needed to be worked out. Jessica's skin was soft and supple, but her muscles were bunched tight. She was tense. My whole hands were now at work, trying to smooth out the kinks under her skin. My finger slid under her shirt, so that I could work further down her back. Jessica moaned again, signaling me to go further. The clasp of her bra was under the tips of my fingers, when.... "That's about right. We are only supposed to go for a few minutes. Things shouldn't go too far," Shannon said with a snort. "Bitch," Jessica muttered before casting Shannon a playful glare. "I was starting to get into that." "I know," Shannon replied. "Sarah, it is your turn." Sarah appeared lost in thought. Clearly, she was weighing out her options. After a long pause she said, "Truth." Jessica seemed a little disappointed to be asked for a truth. After a moment, though, the I-am-going-to-be-mischievous smirk (which I was getting to know very well) crept onto her face. "So Sarah, we don't know each other very well. I think we should share things about ourselves. Cool?" Sarah nodded tentatively, not really sure where this was going. "I want to know something personal. I want to know about the last time you received really great head." Sarah gasped. She certainly had not expected Jessica to be so bold. Then again, she didn't know Jessica that well. Yet. Shannon punched Jessica on the arm and commented that she was being devious. I laughed. Nothing Jessica could do would surprise me. Jessica responded by saying, "What did you expect? You asked for a truth." "I guess I did. I should know better, eh? Fair's fair, though. Hmmmmmn. It was about three months ago. A friend of mine (another grad student) and I were at a bar. Both of us were a little drunk. We weren't totally gone, just pleasantly tipsy. Anyway, she and I had been fending off guys all night. She has a long-distance beau and I just wasn't in the mood for a one-night stand. We were exhausted from the effort, so we trudged back to my place. She wasn't in any condition to get behind the wheel, so I offered to let her crash on my couch. When I got to my door I reached into my coat for my keys. As I was pulling them out I felt her hand on my shoulder. I spun around and she was looking at up at me with such longing. Her eyes pulled me down to her. At that moment, they felt bottomless, like they were pure need and only I could fill it. That instant was electric. I felt her embrace me. Her lips moved to mine, and we were kissing. I remember falling back against the door and kissing her under the porch light. How long we stood there, making out, is anybody's guess. I do remember thinking that we had better move this inside, so I broke it apart. As soon as the door closed, though, we fell to the couch. We tumbled together, groping each other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was between my legs. My panties were around my legs and her tongue was licking me up. God, she was good! She had this little twirling move that I had never encountered before. Each stroke felt like lightning. The way she made me cum was magnificent! I later turned the play around on her. Her cunt was so delicious and juicy. I remember eating her for hours. For the finale we put our pussies next to each other and rubbed them together. We made each other cum so hard! That was an amazing night. I was thoroughly exhausted when it was over. We haven't gotten together since, but it was great for that evening. And who knows what may happen in the future? She was so good." Shannon asked the question we were all thinking, "Who was she?" Sarah looked at me, dead-on in the eye, "Cindy." I coughed. "What? Cindy? My officemate, Cindy?" "Yup. That's her. And you thought you were the only one in that office who I had fucked. Silly boy. I guess we both have gotten around," and with that Sarah raised her wineglass and took another belt of liquid courage. Wow! I was amazed. I wasn't really surprised that Sarah had played around with a woman, but I never expected such things of Cindy. She seemed too straight-laced, a consummate southern belle. Do southern belles really fuck other women? I guess they do. What about Cindy's fiancé: Did he know? Did he approve? These were questions to be tucked away and to be answered at another time. "That will be hard to top," Jessica said. "I guess truth is out for me. How about a dare? Shan, you want to do the honors?" "Cool. I'd love to, babe." Shannon seemed to light up at the challenge. "Ok, we all know that you are a total slut, Jessica. Let's see you act out your true nature. Why don't you walk over to the love seat, lean over the arm, and pull up your skirt. That question you asked Sarah was pretty naughty. I think you need to be punished. Do you guys agree?" Sarah looked at each other and nodded. "Spankings are in order. Definitely! Each of us will get three good whacks." "You really like getting into this stuff, don't you Shannon? And you say that I'm the slut?" Jessica asked. Shannon only blushed and motioned for Jessica to get over to the couch. Jessica did, but with an extra wiggle in her walk. Before she bent over, however, she lifted up her skirt and pulled down her boy shorts. What a tease! When they hit the floor, she stepped out of them. Jessica picked them up and tossed them to Sarah. Without thinking, Sarah caught them. Realizing what was in her hands, Sarah looked at the underwear and set them down on the end table next to her. Taking this cue, Jessica leaned over the couch and lifted up her skirt. Her tanned, golden ass and shaven pussy were on display for all of us to see. Shannon went first. She stood behind Jessica and gave her three meaty thwacks. Jessica didn't make any noise; she just stood there and took it. Then Jessica smiled demurely back at Shannon. I went next. I put my hand on Jessica's succulent ass. It was a warm and reddened where Shannon had spanked her. I could see the print of Shannon's hand. I kneaded Jessica's buttocks for a moment, before lightly brushing my fingers against her pussy. Jessica gasped as I grazed her clit. "C'mon, spank the slut already. This isn't the time for pussy play. You know she wants it, and the rest of us would like our chance," Sarah said. "I'm just savoring the moment," I replied. Sarah snorted. "Dude, it's not like you haven't been there before." I chuckled, "True that. It is not every day, though, that some lovely young lass are bent over my living room couch waiting for me to spank her." Crack! That was the noise my hand made as it came down on Jessica's ass. She squealed in surprise, startled by the sudden spanking. Two more smacks quickly followed. My hand was a bit sore. I couldn't imagine how Jessica's ass felt. Sarah approached the couch. She leaned over and spoke softly in Jessica's ear, like one lover consoling another. I could barely make out the whispered words. "I'm sorry baby, but I gotta do this. The rules are the rules. I'll try to make it up to you." Sarah raised her hand and brought it down on Jessica's crimson ass three times. These were not mere love taps. There was nothing gentle about Sarah's methods. Jessica howled in pain and surprise. Her eyes were moist, but she was fighting back whatever she was feeling. I also noticed that she was trembling and breathing heavily. Moisture was collecting outside her pussy lips. Jessica was aroused. "Awwww, did that hurt? Let me see if I can kiss it and make you feel better." Sarah got down on her knees behind Jessica's ass. Placing her hand on either butt cheek, Sarah pulled them apart. Jessica cringed slightly, from Sarah touching her stinging rear. Eyeing Jessica's puckered asshole and dripping pussy, Sarah said, "Oh that is so beautiful. While I am down here I have to have a taste." Shannon looked at me, stunned. I don't think she expected the game to go in this direction – or this far. I winked and smiled back. I whispered to her, "Just let it go, this could go anywhere." Shannon licked her lips and grinned back at me. She was cool and ready for anything. Meanwhile, Sarah had given Jessica's pussy one, long lick, from bottom to top. Jessica threw her head back and moaned deeply. Her shimmering, flaxen hair swayed across her back. Sarah curled her tongue and drove it in and out of Jessica's pussy twice before refocusing on a new whole treasure trove. I could see her tongue flick the ring of Jessica's asshole. Minor tremors ripped through Jessica's body with every brush of Sarah's tongue. Once again, Jessica moaned. The room began to fill with her scent. My lips began to drool with the smell of aroused pussy. Shannon walked over to Sarah and tapped her on the shoulder. Shannon said with a girlish pout, "Hey, that's not fair! I said spank her, not lick her. It's my turn next and I will not be jipped." She crossed her arms and gave a mighty, offended "harumph" for full stage effect. Sarah and I laughed. Jessica just lay frustrated over the arm of the couch. Standing up, Sarah wiped Jessica's juices off of her face. She turned around, patted Shannon on the shoulder, and said, "Sorry, I wouldn't dream of taking your place. Maybe, if we work things right I can do the same things for you." Sarah winked as Shannon smiled coyly. Damn, where was thing going to go? The room was now focused on Shannon. She stood with her index next to her mouth as if she were thinking. Her right hand moved to her tit and began idly playing with her nipple through her shirt. I could see it getting hard and poking through the material of her halter-top. "What should I do," Shannon said to herself, but also to the room. "Hmmmn? I think there is only one right answer. Dare." It was my turn. What to do? How far could I go? Was that really a question? I mean Sarah just ate Jessica's pussy and ass. Was anything really off limits anymore? It didn't feel that way. I made the decision to go for it. But why not tease a little first? "Are you sure Shannon that you want a dare? It could get pretty nasty. You saw what happened to your slut friend, Jessica." Although she was no longer bent over the couch, Jessica was still missing her panties. They lay tantalizingly next to the couch. Jessica balled them up and threw them at me. She hit me square in the forehead and stuck out her tongue at me. I laughed and went on, "Are you ready to be a slut, Shan? Just say the word again." With no hesitation Shannon said, "Dare." "Then take off your panties." Shannon bent over at the waist, hooked her fingers underneath the small string circling her hips, and pulled down the thin black fabric. For a moment the sheer material stuck to Shannon's pussy. I suppose the damp girl-cum made the fabric sticky. With a tug, though, the thong fell to the floor. Shannon curtsied and then bowed at the waist. Jessica and Sarah, who received an eye-popping view, both clapped their hands at the attention grabbing performance. "That was very nice, Shan but you aren't done. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't restricted." Shannon cocked her head and gave me a questioning look. I continued to speak, "You will go into my bedroom and lie down on my bed. Keep the lights off. Each of us will go into the room, one at a time. We will each stay in the room for three minutes. When one of us leaves, the next one will come in. Your job is to make sure that each of us leaves happy. Understood?" "Yeah, I think that I can do that." Shannon was licking her lips. "Good. One more thing, you aren't allowed to cum. Now go." Shannon flipped me off and then trotted out of the room. When I heard the door close, I looked at the two ladies and asked, "So who wants to go first?" "Oh I got dibbs, Buster. Sarah got me all worked up and I need some relief. Besides, that little bitch made her stop. I'd like to torture her a bit. That ok by you guys?" Sarah and I nodded in agreement. "Well off I go then. See ya' after three minutes in heaven." Jessica flipped her skirt up, mooning us, and then left the room. I looked at Sarah. "Are you ok with this?" I said. Her eyes met mine. I could tell she was very serious when she started to talk, "I have not been able to get Jessica out of my mind. Since flashed me in class, I have not been able to get past her pussy. I would just lie in bed and masturbate and think about eating her cunt. It is all I think about. Almost all, I guess. I keep replaying the conversation we had in your office. At the time it seemed so wrong. I wanted to judge, but I couldn't. What you did wouldn't leave my head. I had to talk to you about it; I had to let you know that I would have made the same choice too. But this is better. After this evening, neither of us will have the power to judge. We will be equals. Both of us will have fucked students." It was strangely appropriate that Sarah was interrupted at that moment by a high-pitched, feminine wail. It sounded like Jessica was having a very good time. The tension broken, Sarah and I giggled at each other. I checked the clock on the wall and yelled that it was time. Sarah greedily rubbed her hands together. "My turn now," she gloated, before opening the bedroom door. Jessica stumbled out, looking flushed with a fresh orgasm. She plopped down on the couch, not bothering to lower her skirt. Her pussy was lewdly spread before me. It was glistening, pink, and juicy. Jessica began to speak, "I am so glad that she is my roommate! Wow! That girl totally knows how to eat a cunt. I just told her get comfortable, because I was gonna sit on her face." Jessica's fingers drifted down to her wet hole. Two slipped inside with a squishy sound. "She stuck her tongue up my pussy and hit me in all the right places. I just totally used her. I ground my cunt on her face and made her lick it up. It was so nasty." Jessica was now full-on masturbating. One hand was buried in her cunt, while the other was strumming her clit. I moved off the couch and kneeled before her. I placed my tongue at her sweet hole and licked. She tasted so good. Her juices coated my chin. They were tangy, musky, and delicious. I began to lap away at her cunt with an almost religious fervor. Jessica stroked my hair, pulling me closer to her sex. She was now grinding my face, probably picking up where she and Shan left off. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the clock on the wall. It had been five minutes. As difficult as it was, I backed away from the task at hand. I knew pleasure still awaited me behind my bedroom door. So I pulled back and yelled, "Time." "Bastard," Jessica spat as I stood up. "I was getting close. Everyone keeps leaving me hanging." I chuckled. "Sorry, it was time and I have a date with a slut," I said as I went to the bedroom. "But I'm a slut!" I heard Jessica plead as I knocked on the door. Hearing only muffled moans I went inside. The room was dark. I could barely see by the half-light of the outside street lamps. Sarah's clothes were in a rumpled heap just inside the doorway. She was now naked except for her black leather boots (What?! Sarah had surely taken the boots off to get out of her blue jeans. But when she was naked she then took the time to put them back on again? Interesting fetish, Sarah!) The two women were engaged in a heated, full-on, muff to mouth 69. On my bed! This was the stuff fantasies were made of. For a moment I took it in; two beautiful women were having sex on my bed! I couldn't stay on the sidelines for very long, though. I needed to be involved; I had to stick my cock in something warm, wet, and moist. I walked up and gave Sarah a hearty smack on the ass. She looked up me with glazed over eyes. Her expression was blank, as if she were lost. Sarah was in total lust with the coed beneath her. "Time to go. It's my turn." Sarah's face fell into dismay. While it was clear that Sarah didn't want to leave, she did so begrudgingly. After one last lick, she got off the bed and bent down to pick-up her discarded clothes. They were impossible to untangle and sort in the darkness. After a moment of frustration, I heard her say, "Fuck it. They are only going to be taken off anyway." With a sway of her ass, Sarah closed the door behind her. She had left the room completely bare-ass naked. I looked down at Shannon. She was on her back and totally nude. Her legs had fallen open in a spread-eagle. Shannon's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. One hand was on her breast, playing with the nipple. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythmic gasping of her breath. The other hand was toying with her soggy cunt. I could hear a sloppy squishing sound as her finger slid in and out of her slit. Her hips were bucking upward against her hand, as she rode an ascending wave toward the crest of an orgasm. Shannon moaned low and deep. She was close. I had to stop her from cumming. I grabbed her hand by the wrist and tugged it away from her pussy. Shannon's eyes flew open. I could see rage. She tried to yank her hand out of my grip, but I held firm. "Shannon, you heard the rules, no cumming. It was your dare." I admonished her. "Now come over here" Shannon got up on all fours and turned towards me. I pulled down my zipper and reached inside my fly. My dick had risen to a semi-hard state. I felt so much more comfortable, now that I was able to pull it out of my pants. I held my Johnson at the base and waved it in front of Shannon's face. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of sucking my cock. I felt her tiny fingers wrap around my shaft, clutching it firmly. Her face moved in close. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. "Pfffwttttt!" Shannon spit on my dick. Her hand rubbed up and down, lubing up my cock with her saliva. Shannon pulled my dick slightly upwards and took a detour. She shifted forward and buried her face in my balls. Her tongue swiped back and forth, running circles around my nuts. Shannon pulled back for a second, and then spit directly onto my nut-sack. This was too perfect; I was in heaven. To me, there are few things that are better than the decadent, luxurious sensation of a woman gently bathing my balls in sloppy spit. Shannon was an ace – she didn't care about the end result, she just liked to lick balls. This was unhurried and languishing, oral sex. I couldn't ask for anything better. I wanted Shannon to take her time. I was in no rush, and I didn't want to come too early. I felt certain that there were at few other interesting events that I would want to participate in later tonight. My hand went to the back of Shannon's head. I ran my fingers through her bobbed hair as she continued to ply my nuts with her oral skills. Her hands moved to my hips. Groping my butt cheeks, she unbuttoned my pants. They fell to the floor and I kicked them out of the way. I felt a little pressure on my hips as if she was signaling me to turn. I was a little confused, but I followed Shannon's direction. My butt was now facing toward her. Her hands were on my ass, rubbing and kneading the skin. This was a bit odd, and things only got stranger from there. Shannon pulled my cheeks apart and buried her face in my ass. Her hot breath warmed the "O" ring of my sphincter. I jumped. Shannon's nose ground into my skin, taking in the lingering, earthy smell of ass. I wasn't expecting for her to want to lick my butthole; but there she was, her face lined up with my asshole. Her tongue tentatively extended. It grazed the taut, clenched skin of the pucker. Her actions, while pleasurable, felt wet and ticklish. My hand went to my cock. It was throbbing and hard with arousal. I couldn't keep myself from stroking my dong. This was pure filth – absolute raunch – the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I could imagine. A hot, teenage student was licking my asshole while I was jacking off. And both she and I loved every lewd moment of the experience. I heard Jessica yell, "Time," from the other room. Then the door opened and light flooded our bodies. "What the fuck?" I heard Jessica say in surprise. There it was; Shannon was eating my ass in full view of Jessica and Sarah. I was bent at the waist, stroking my cock, reveling in the gentle nudging of Shannon's tongue. I am sure it was a rather bizarre sight. But time was up. I unclasped Shannon's hands and stepped away from her face. My pants were on the floor and I was naked from the waist down. I turned around, patted her on the head, and said, 'Thanks Shan. That really hit the spot. I appreciate you licking my ass for me. Anytime you want do it again, just let me know." She blinked, clearly aroused and disoriented. Jessica and Sarah just stood there, mouths agape. "Well I guess it is my turn," I said. "Dare." "Big surprise, dude. There are two naked women in your bedroom, a third is missing panties, and you cock is blowing in the breeze. Fuckin' A you are gonna say dare," Sarah said. I chuckled. Sarah was sooooo right. "So what's it going to be then?" "I think you need to be tied up and blindfolded. While you were in here getting a rim job, Jessica told me that you liked a little mystery when you fuck. I think we can oblige you. Now lean down Professor, so I can tie this scarf around your head." I did as Sarah commanded. She pulled an old winter scarf from my closet and tied it over my eyes. The world went completely black. "Now lie down on the bed." I felt a soft pair of hands guide me down to the mattress. I was now on my back, my cock still rigid and sticking up in the air. I could feel my heart nervously beating out the time, as I anxiously awaited a first touch. "Put out your arms and legs so that we can tie them to the bedposts." This got me nervous, there would be no going back from here. If I was tied up these sluts could do whatever they wanted, without any repercussion from me. What, though, did I have to be afraid of? I was already dead in the water if my students wanted to cause me trouble. Besides, this moment had the potential to be the most erotic one of my life. I extended my arms and legs. The women worked quickly. The binds were placed around my outstretched limbs, linking me to the bedposts. With a few tugs of a belt, I was securely locked into place. I was completely at the mercy of these three very horny women. It was quiet in the room. The tension was beyond anything I had yet experienced. I wanted them all; I needed them to take and ravish me- use me for their sexual pleasure. Without free movement or the use of my hands, I was powerless to act. I could only wait until they decided to take advantage of my current state. I heard whispering and a couple of giggles; they were surely plotting out their plan of attack. I couldn't make out any words, despite that I was straining to hear anything that would give me a clue to what was about to happen.... After an eternity, I heard Jessica's low sultry voice next to my ear. Soft and sexy she said, "Relax Professor. We are going to fuck you, one by one. We are going to put your hard cock inside each of our tight, little pussies. We are going to ride your shaft and bounce up and down on your dick. You just need to lie there and take it. Does that sound good, baby?" She then kissed my ear, soft and tender, before nibbling once gently on the lobe. I nodded feverishly. "I bet you like that idea. Would you like to fuck three little sluts? Our pussies are so wet. We all need a good fucking. I can see that you are very hard. Are you ready for us?" After asking the question Jessica leaned down and licked my nipple. She took it in her mouth and bit on it lightly. I also felt two other mouths – Sarah and Shannon – blowing hot air on my engorged cock. Their tongues snaked out and lick the head and shaft. I writhed in pleasure against the confines of my bonds. I needed this, my cock had buried to be inside one of these fuck-bunnies – and soon. I nodded and begged, "Please. Please fuck me. I need to feel a cunt around my cock. Give me your pussies. Fuck me." Jessica stopped toying with my nipple and talked to me again, "Well, Professor, you are gonna have to wait. That was a bad, and oh sooo naughty thing you did to Shannon earlier. You wouldn't let her cum. I think that you need to be punished for being such a nasty Professor. We are going to leave you alone and see how you like it. Meanwhile the three of us are going to have a very good time on your floor. We'll make sure that we are extra loud so you can hear us scream in pleasure. When you do, just think of how good it would feel to fuck us, to stick your throbbing man-meat inside of our juicy cunts. I have such a wet cunt, and I know the other ladies do too. We are all ready for a hard fucking, but I think you need to learn you lesson first. Now girls, which of you bitches wants to eat me?" The next few minutes were pure, exquisite torture. I was helpless and tied to a bed. I knew that just a few feet away delicious, coed, lesbian debaucheries were taking place on my bedroom floor. I could hear the moans. At first, they were individual in nature. I could by the tone or pitch which lady was gasping in desire – Jessica, Shannon, or Sarah. Soon, however, their moaning became an obscene hum. The ecstasy rang in my ears and reverberated in my brain. Images of naked female flesh, writhing and twisting in orgasmic delight, played in my mind. Occasionally a word or phrase floated above the cacophony of feminine bliss. "Finger my fuckin' cunt," "Lick it Bitch," and "Ooh, that's sooooo good!" rained in on my ears, driving me insane. The room was filled with undeniable scent of pussy. I inhaled, driving myself deeper into uncharted depths of desire. I am not sure if I had ever been this horny before. I desperately needed a release. I needed to stick my cock somewhere – anywhere. My rod was throbbing, fully upright, with wanton need. It didn't matter which hole – I just had to fuck. I pulled and strained at the bonds. No luck. These women had gotten to me. The sounds of licking, sucking, rubbing, and fingering were inescapable. I couldn't breathe because liquid was dripping from the air. The sex was unavoidable: it was molten, raw, electric – and just an arm's length away. I could imagine what was happening next me. My guess was that they had formed into a three way daisy-chain, a sort of triangle in which they were munched and could munch upon the two other women. I am not sure how long it lasted, since it seemed like an eternity. I do know, however, that it was Shannon who was the beginning of the end. Her voice broke away from the others when she wailed, "Oooooooooooohhhh God! I'm cumming! Lick my pussy! Make me cuuuuuuum!!!!" For a long moment, I took in the crescendo. Shannon's cum was perhaps the most joyful thing I had ever heard. I could visualize her on the floor, spasmodically bucking her teenage hips, trying to ride the wave of the "O," needing the fervent caress of a woman's tongue. I then heard her voice fall, gradually settling down to an exhausted, panting gasp. Jessica was next one to cum. Her release was a high pitched squeal. No words were apparent. Jessica's only sounds came from the tension playing between her sexual desire and release. The room fell silent, aside from the inevitable, breathless aftershocks. One was left. Sarah had not yet cum. And then bliss. A warm, wet, velvety pussy descended upon my cock. It was slow and sensual, a smooth and unerring descent. I slid inside of her with ease, penetrating her pink, fuck hole. I felt engulfed in a deep, sloppy wetness. She bottomed out and sat still, impaled on my throbbing cock. She was taking me in, adjusting to my newfound presence inside of her. That didn't last, though. Sex cannot endure stillness; friction must occur. The screw began slowly, her ass grinding on my pubic bone. I thrust upwards in sharp quick strokes. She responded by adding bounce to her grind. I felt her ass rhythmically slapping against my skin, building a driving momentum. Other hands were rubbing me all over – my chest, my legs, and my hair. While only one woman was fucking my cock, this moment was truly a group effort. The woman bouncing on my dick leaned down, shook her chest, and rubbed her tits in my face. They were huge, round funbags that I desperately wanted in my hands. I knew it must be Sarah riding my cock; only she had tits that big. She moaned, "So good, so fucking good. I love fucking you. Your cock feels so hard deep inside my pussy. Oh God, I missed your cock. Fuck me like you fuck your slutty little students. Oh my. FUCK! That's it. I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Sarah's body convulsed as an orgasm ripped her apart. She was a wild woman, twisting and turning on the shaft lodged inside of her well-fucked cunt. She collapsed on top of me, her massive tits pressed against my chest. I let her rest for a moment, to regain he breath before saying, "Sarah that was incredible. Thank you." "Dude, I agree. I haven't cum like that in quite some time. Why did we ever stop fucking? That was just too good." "I don't know. We just sort of did." "Whatever. We just need to make sure we do it again." Sarah slid upwards and climbed off of my cock. I could hear the question in her voice, "Dude, did you cum?" "No," I smiled. "I could use a little help with that." With no hesitation I heard Shannon cut in, "My turn. Get your big old, ho' ass out of the way, Sarah. I need that wonderful dick." I heard both Jessica giggle and Sarah groan. Shannon kissed me lightly on the mouth and straddled my hips. She took my dick her soft hands and rubbed it firmly up and down against her fat pussy lips. She was wet and very ready. Shannon was so sloppy she was practically boiling over with her juices. Finding the hole, the head of my cock easily popped inside of her cunt. Shannon gave a quick startled gasp, before moaning, "Oh wow! Professor, this fuck is gonna feel so good! I am so horny. Fuckin' fuck me with your fat, fuckin' cock! Oh, Professor!" Wasting no time, she brought her hips down to meet mine. I was totally bottomed out inside of Shannon, balls deep. She flexed her legs and raised her hips, and then quickly brought them back down again. From the way she writhed on the cock that impaled her, I could tell that this was going to be a lively fuck. Shannon's passion flared, wasting no time. There would be nothing lovey-dovey for her. I guess her need was too great. She was searching out her orgasm, wanting it oh so desperately. There was a sexual fire inside of her that had to be quenched. Only a fuck topped with a cum could do it. It was building deep inside of Shannon's tight body, her hips rising and falling with unbridled violence and ferocity. Lewd sounds echoed off the walls of the room as she chanted, "Fuck me, fuck my eighteen year old pussy, pound it, make me cum, I'm a dirty slut, do my slutty pussy, do it, do it, do it, DO ME!!!!!" Not one to deny a lady, especially if she was a sexy teenage slut, I thrust my hips upward. I was rock-hard and exceptionally horny, but in a strange zone I don't think I had ever experienced before. I was so aroused it felt as though I had pushed through a wall. I was in no danger of cumming, rather I felt as if I could fuck all night. I felt as if could screw until my cock was raw and chafed from too much pussy friction. It was a completely freeing feeling. I could focus on fucking, and fucking alone. I did not have to worry about humping away past the point of no return. Although I was still tied up, I was able to get some force behind my fucking. For several minutes (time had become very uncertain) I drilled toward the ceiling, pounding and penetrating her sweet, pussy. Sloppy squishing sounds emanated from her cunt hole. Shannon screamed, loud and long, "I'm CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIINGGG!!!!" Her body shook and twitched on my shaft. She must have arched her back, because I felt Shannon's hands on my thighs. Her girl-cum coated my shaft. And I had still not cum myself.... Shannon fell to the bed next to me. She lay on her side finding her breath. Her hand draped over my chest and toyed idly with my nipple. I felt Shannon's breath the moment before her lips locked onto mine. She kissed me lightly, softly. It was the barest of touches – so seductive and sweet. I tried to kiss her back, but I couldn't find her mouth. I could only find air. I am sure my attempt was comical, and indeed she chuckled softly before saying, "Baby, don't worry. I will take care of you. Relax." Your mouth touched mine again, but this time we didn't part. We stayed locked in that kiss, so soft and full of craving and desire, for some time. Meanwhile, there was one pussy that had not yet fucked me. Jessica parted the smooth folds of her labia with my engorged cock. She took me inside of her and once again I was engulfed in an incredible warmth and wetness. Slowly, Jessica moved her hips. This was a change from Shannon. There was no urgency; everything was easy and relaxed. Time seemed to stop, and my heart beat out the moments that passed. With every pulse we came together, and then fell apart. That is perhaps the greatest irony of lovemaking. For several long minutes our hips entwined, moving as a single unit. I was still kissing Shannon, but really I was making love to Jessica. Jessica said to me softly, her voice totally calm, "How does that feel? You feel so good inside of me. I love you sliding in and out of my pussy. You make me feel like a woman. Are you ready to cum? You have been hard for so long. You deserve to cum." I broke contact with Shannon. "Are you sure? What about you?" I gasped, barely holding on. "Don't worry about me, Professor. I want you to cum. I want you to cum side of me. Cum inside of my pussy, baby." I felt so close to Jessica at that moment. Only the word intimate could describe what I felt. Forget the orgy. Forget the ferocious, animalistic sex. This, the here and now, was real. Emotion overcame me. The feelings were too much. I had been aroused by sexual depravity for so very long. No more. It was, in fact, Jessica that put me over the edge. My balls tightened and I felt the internal pulse of my orgasm. With one more thrust, I came inside of her, bathing her insides with my cum. Jessica lay on top of me for a long moment, holding me close. I wanted the feeling to always remain, to never fade – but that was not possible. While I wanted nothing more than to bask in the glow of Jessica, the reality was that I was still blindfolded and tied to the bed. Exhausted, I croaked, "Uh, ladies can you please untie me?" Jessica laughed before she rolled off of me. She said, "You act like you have such a hard life, Professor. The blindfold was taken off and all three women worked on untying me. Shortly, I was free. After bending my limbs, I felt the blood beginning to flow again. But my eyes were getting heavy. Sleep was starting to overtake me. All three women were on my bed. It was crowded, but nonetheless delightful. I felt movement. Jessica repositioned herself, so that her face was at my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Go ahead and go to sleep. You need your rest. I just want to clean you up." I felt Jessica's tongue snake out and lick the tip of my softening shaft. She then wrapped her lips around me and took my shaft into her mouth. Jessica bobbed her head up and down several times before releasing my cock with a pop. "Mmmmm, very nice. I taste pretty good on you. I think I will call it a cum-sickle. A girl could get used to this, you know? But now I have licked you clean. No more cum. It's sad, but there will definitely be more. We still have things we need to do. I have couple of holes that must be filled, Professor. But that can wait until tomorrow. Until then, sleep tight." And so I did.... |
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