It didn’t take much to know he was a hair trigger from going off. I drove him into my throat and back out again a dozen times before he began to shudder. I could set my watch to how the vein in the back was announcing his orgasmic expulsion.
“I wouldn’t have believed it had I not felt it for myself.” He was struggling to form coherent sentences. His words got lost in the translation of his climax shooting ropes of hot sticky seed into my mouth.
There was a lot more than I was expecting. I began spitting the contents out with his cock covered with his own excitement for me. I moaned when I felt the renewed virility in Anson splitting me in two from behind.
“Fuck… you don’t give a girl time to prepare. I like the spontaneity of how you came up behind me. I was ready to get fucked and you must have seen the slick lips of my sex winking at you.” Anson put his hand on my neck and pressed my face into the pillow.
Reinhardt wasn’t lying when he said once wasn’t going to be enough to keep him out of the competition. There was already a semblance of life coming back into what I had taken care of.
“I’ve always wanted to try something and you are just the girl to make it happen. We’re not exactly lightweights, but I think with some perseverance we can fuck you at the same time.” I gave him the green light by pouring gasoline on his appendage with the palm of my hand rubbing over the top of his head.
“You might not have double penetrated a woman before, but I have. Slide underneath her and the best way to do that is to give her the control. She takes both in her hands and forces the heads into the tightness of her hole.” This was a lesson for both me and Reinhardt. I was ready to release my inner fantasy and those thoughts of being made into a whore for the taking.
This encounter was taking its toll, but I was ready to show what I was made of. They got into position and I wrapped my hands around them the best way I knew how. I knew what I was born to be. I could be a home wrecker and I could easily break a man’s heart by leaving him in the dust after the deed.
I pushed back against them and concentrated with every fiber of my being. They joined the fight by using their hips to inject enough meat to make my eyes go rolling into the back of my head. They were only halfway in and my juices were paving the way for their introduction to double penetration.
“I think it’s safe to say I’m in uncharted territory. I need to do this in my own time and pace. If you can’t abide by that then I will gladly walk out of your life without a second thought.” They weren’t complaining and I had a feeling they didn’t want to ruin what was turning out to be an unexpected treat.
“I can’t speak for Anson, but I would say you can have all the time you need. I’m just a little surprised this is happening.” I gave one final jolt with a wail of hungry determination spilling from my lips.
I had all of them and their members were rubbing up against each other. This was a first for me, but it wasn’t going to be the last time I tried something like this. I felt comfortable enough with them to show my adventuress spirit.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Fuck me already and get into a good rhythm.” We had made this happen and I was calling on them to strive for their best performance ever.
“You heard what she said, Rinehart. Let’s not disappoint her.” I kissed Reinhardt making it impossible for him to say anything in return. I had selected the cream of the crop and these guys had no idea how many times I was going to darken their doorstep.
The walls of my cock filled hole felt like I was going to burst with more pleasure than I knew what to do with. I was lying on top of Reinhardt, kissing him passionately while he was lifting his lower half to penetrate my interior.
I was pretty much at their mercy with the wet slapping sounds of our flesh like thunder in my ears. It was getting louder as the pace quickened and the momentum of their thrusts fueled more moans of enticement from their lips.
“I’m going to cum first and then I want the two of you to do the same thing.” There was nothing left in this world to accomplish. I was just going to have to start over from the very beginning.
I came with my tongue down Reinhardt’s throat. My inner muscles squeezed the living daylights out of them until they were screaming almost in unison the release of their discharge.
They fell out after depleting in size leaving me gushing what they had deposited deep into my body. I ran to the bathroom and came out after cleaning up to find them sleeping side by side. I wiggled into the middle and put my hand on both of their members with a grin on my face. I wasn’t going to be able to wipe it off for days.
I convinced them to let me move in with them. Anson broke up with his girlfriend and the three of us were living in sin. I figured they could give me what I wanted without me ruining other people’s lives.
I had to wonder how long it was going to before my eyes were going to stray, but I was going to have to cross that bridge when I came to it.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 38
Chapter One
“Chemistry textbooks are in the section over there...” Erin pointed over to a far corner of the library, standing on her toes to show the distance, “Next to Biology.” She smiled, plump lips stretching easily, “If you need any more help then please come and find me.”
The students nodded gratefully, one not so subtly raking their eyes over her form. She sighed after they left; they always looked at her that way. Full hips, c-cups, a face pleasantly full, thankfully so given she was only twenty-three, she could see why they stared. Though given the climate of the college, the way that sexuality was frowned upon... she really wished they didn’t. Of course, she never blamed them; they were still young people after all. She felt her own desires like the rest of them, it wasn’t like she was some virginal maiden, and she just didn’t have time to act on them these days.
She sighed; it had indeed been some time since she’d acted on them.
Erin shook her head, no time to think about that now, there was work to do. It was a stressful time of the year for these students, exams right around the corner and lecturers breathing down their necks. It was her job to make sure that they got what they needed, that their studying would go flawlessly, she was still a student herself after all, she knew the feeling stress.
Around she walked, taking inventory of the books that had been returned. The college ran on a system of order, regulations, if the students expected to get an education then they were expected to play by the rules, not step out of line. Though it was a stifling experience most of the time, she could certainly attest to that, it was wonderful how every book that got taken out was returned on time. Most students were willing to play along, even with the rules and the feeling of their individuality being taken away, the school was highly distinguished. If someone made it here, they could make it anywhere, though many of the students that did were notable for engaging in… other vices once they graduated. Making up for lost time, she supposed.
She herself wasn’t sure she would have the desire to do so, and even if she did she likely would not have the time. Studying to be a director, a career that sounded like it would have a lot of free time initially, though she quickly found out just how much work was involved. Every aspect of the product had to come together perfectly, she had to have an artist’s eye and a novelist’s brain, and training those skills would and did take every ounce of her time.
Over time, her urges became easier to control, daily masturbation sessions becoming weekly, then monthly, until finally they all but ceased to occur. Occasionally she would lose control, frantically plunging her fingers in and out of herself while she screamed into her pillow, but as fast as the desires came they were dealt with. She hadn’t had a partner in two years because of that, the last becoming sick of her almost non-existent sex drive, walking away and never coming back. That suited her just fine, though she couldn’t help the feeling of sadness that came with it.
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br /> Her mind was occupied with thoughts of past flings and touches long forgotten, she almost missed the sound from the aisle next to her. At first, she thought she was hearing things, and was content to move on when she heard it again. A moan, unmistakable in its tone, not made from stress, or pain. No, this type of moan she recognized well, even after all these years. This was a moan made in the heat of desire.
She walked slowly, looking around and seeing the studying students. Strangely, none of them seemed to be reacting at all to the moans, even though they were clearly audible. She shrugged: a question that could be answered at another time it seemed. Her feet padded lightly on the carpet, a hand on the shelf to keep her balance, not wanting to ruin the element of surprise by falling. She reached the end of the aisle, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She inched her head around the corner, and what she saw confirmed her suspicions.
Two women stood there, students clearly, lips locked on each other. The taller of the two was pressed against the shelf, her long blond hair clutched firmly in the fist of the other. The shorter woman yanked backwards, the blonde’s head falling backwards, exposing her throat. The other woman descended on it, teeth sinking eagerly into the soft flesh, sucking noisily on her pulse point. She moaned, hips thrusting at the air at the feeling, eye lids fluttering and lips quivering. She threaded her hands into the others hair, jet black, falling to her shoulders. The black-haired girl brought her other hand up, cupping her breast and palming it roughly. She traced the line of her shirt, threading her hand underneath the fabric to grasp it directly. The blonde arched at the touch, another glorious moan spilling from her lips.
Erin was sure she needed to step in, but she found herself transfixed. It had been so long since she had felt passion, seen passion, that it shocked her to her very core. She shook her head, “No.” She thought, “This is disruptive, and crude... and against the rules!” She huffed, tamping down the feelings of heat building in her as she began to take her first step.
No sooner than she started did she stop.
The blonde’s shirt was pulled open, full breasts suddenly free in the air. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, a lustful grin covering her face as her companion pulled back to stare. The woman licked her lips, tracing a finger around a rapidly hardening peak. Erin stepped back, perhaps reprimands could wait for a little while. Her ears pricked at the sound of the blonde’s voice, “Sarah... please... do it.”
Sarah happily obliged, fingers twisting harshly around her stiff nipple, her answering yelp swallowed deliciously by Sarah’s lips. Her own hand worked around Sarah’s back, descending and resting upon her plump behind. She squeezed down, delighting at the feeling of her hand almost melting into the soft flesh of Sarah’s ass, creeping further down to try and hitch up her skirt to get a direct feel.
Her friend wasn’t making that easy however, her mouth pulling back and down, lips closing around a by now well used nipple. She sucked hard, tongue laving around the rest of the breast, soothing the soreness from the pinches and tugs.
Erin watched with a slack jaw, her own hand creeping further down her body without her knowledge. This feeling of watching... It was something she had never felt before, the sensation of being privy to their most private and carnal moment. It was utterly intoxicating. She bit down on her lip when her hand crept below her underwear, fingers brushing through her drenched folds. She worked herself slowly, carefully, not wanting to work herself into such a frenzy that she alerted them to her presence.
After all, they were all just trying to unwind.
Kylie, Erin recognized the blond, normally such a quiet girl, finally worked her hand underneath Sarah’s skirt. The sight of such a glorious ass almost drove Erin over the edge, and it was only through sheer force of will that she didn’t start drooling. Kylie’s hand fit sunk into the skin, surrounding her like a glove in its pliancy. Sarah moaned around the nipple, pulling back and out of reach with a wicked grin. “It’s not going to be that easy Ky.” She looked down at Kylie’s legs, “You’re gonna have to earn it.”
Without warning Sarah surged forward, her hand cupping the other woman’s crotch. Kylie threw her head back, lip tightly clenched between her teeth to stop from screaming out loud. Sarah ground her palm into the other woman, relishing the broken gasps and desperate moan coming forth in response. She leaned in close, “Tell me what you want, Kylie.”
She grabbed Kylie’s face and pulled it to look into her eyes, “What do you want, Kylie?”
“I... please...” She tried to grind herself against the hand, but Sarah kept a tight grip, preventing her from moving, “I want you...”
“You want me to fuck you?” She smirked, “Is that what you want? For me to pull your panties down and take you like the desperate thing you are?”
Erin could swear her eyes rolled back at the words, “Fuck yes!”
Without a second’s pause Sarah’s hand went forth, underwear pushed to the side in her haste to get inside Kylie. Three fingers were the starter, and it was clear what kind of coupling this was going to be. Her hand clamped over the other woman’s mouth, pleasured screams and desperate keens muffled just in time to prevent the entire school from hearing. Her pace was relentless, three fingers thrusting in and out with the pace of an Olympic runner, the wet sound of their joining ringing clear to Erin.
She upped her own pace, finally sinking two fingers into herself, carefully pumping in and out, being careful to not outpace the others. Though given that Sarah’s hand was all but a blur at that point, she was reasonably certain there was no danger of that. She brought her other hand up, delicately squeezing her own breast. She wasn’t quite prepared for the rough treatment that Sarah showed, but she was certainly going to try it one day.
Kylie was a soaking mess, her wetness streaking down her legs and mingling in the hem of her thigh highs. Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, her face flushed from pleasure and breathlessness alike. Sarah did not let up, adding a fourth finger when the moans died down, ensuring that Kylie would never be used to the level of pleasure she received. Her thumb roughly flicked across her clit, and Kylie unraveled.
Her body seized up, her walls clenching almost painfully around Sarah’s fingers. She bit into Sarah’s hand to stop her screams from sounding out, and rather than grunt in pain Sarah groaned delightfully. After finally, mercifully coming down from her high, Kylie collapsed to her knees.
Erin was speechless, her fingers working roughly inside of her still, almost despairing that she hadn’t reached her own climax yet. She feverishly pumped her fingers, desperate for the final push that would send her over, but none came. Without the two in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to finish, not without sitting here for hours working herself into the ground.
Thankfully, she was shown mercy.
“Look at you, Ky...” Sarah shook her hand out, a small bead of blood forming where Kylie had sunk her teeth in. She grinned lasciviously, “You’re in the perfect position for what I want you to do.” She stepped forward, her soaked underwear filling Kylie’s vision. “Why don’t you do what you’re good at?”
Wordlessly, Kylie raised her hands, taking hold of Sarah’s thighs and leaning in. Slowly, she dragged her tongue up her mound, the feel of tongue through her panties making Sarah grunt. She pulled the other woman’s underwear down, her desire finally visible to her after all of her teasing, all of her punishment. Her tongue dipped in, the sweetness of Sarah’s nectar making her groan in her slit.
Sarah put her hand on Kylie’s head, pulling her in deeper, the tongue exploring her depths leaving her moaning into the shelf.
Erin started her motions anew, the sight before her sending a hot lance of desire through her body. She added a third finger, her thrusts becoming faster, deeper, knowing full well that neither she nor Sarah were going to be lasting long after a show like that. She ground her thumb into her clit, each swipe and flick jolting her body like an electric shock. She bit down on her knuckle, trying
to prevent the squeaking moans giving her away.
Neither Sarah or Kylie noticed, too deep in the throes of passion to be aware of anything but themselves. She ground herself against her partner’s mouth, the alternating licks and suckles pushing her to her limit. Kylie lifted her hand up, roughly massaging the glorious ass of her lover, spreading and squeezing the cheeks together in time with her mouth. She dipped lower, licking a stripe along Sarah’s seam, the answering groan pure music to her ears.
Sarah was almost there, feverishly thrusting against Kylie’s tongue, the flexible muscle pushing in and tasting her depths. She thrust herself once, twice, three final times and came with a wordless moan. Her vision flashed, her legs trembling, if it wasn’t for Kylie’s hand still clutching her round cheeks she would have collapsed to the ground. Finally, after a precarious time regaining control of herself, she sunk slowly to the ground in front of her lover. She drew her in, a deep kiss filling her mouth with the taste of herself, and it was a struggle to not take her on that floor then and there. She smiled, “Alright, let’s get cleaned up. Still gotta study after all.”
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