by Amy Brent
“Your pussy… is so… fucking hot… so… fucking wet…” I moaned, sliding two fingers inside her all the way to the knuckle as my thumb rolled over her round clit. “I want to taste your pussy… I want to suck your juices down my throat… I want to taste you on my tongue… now…”
Jude pulled her head back and smiled. She let go of my ass long enough to reach around to the back of the dress and slide the zipper down. When she did, her big tits popped free. I heard myself sigh heavily when I saw them. The selfie she had sent flashing her tits did not do them justice. Jude’s tits were large but firm, milky white with pink freckles across the top. Her areolas were pink and round, her nipples long, plump, like two watermelon gumdrops waiting to be sucked.
“Let me get this off,” she said, putting her hands on my chest to push me back for a moment. I reluctantly let my fingers slide from her pussy and stood sucking her juices off them as she got to her feet to let the dress slide to the floor.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I said, my eyes literally popping at the perfection of her body. Big tits, narrow waist, round hips, long legs that tapered into a perfect pair of ankles. When she slid the thong down her legs, showing off her clean-shaven pussy, and kicked the stilettos off. Just watching her caused a little juice to ooze from the tip of my cock.
Jude climbed back onto the stool, folded her hands over her breasts, and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Now you, my teacher. Get those fucking clothes off. Let me see that huge monster that’s trying to burst out of your pants.”
I smiled as I slowly let the silk shirt slide down my arms and tossed it way. Jude’s eyes swept over my muscled torso. I worked my ass off to stay in shape and probably packed more muscle than most of the younger college boys. It paid off because so far, I thought she liked what she saw.
She leaned back and spread her legs again. Her pink pussy glistened with the juices still flowing freely from deep inside her. I could smell her scent in the air; salty, pungent, wonderful. With her eyes glued to the bulge in the front of my pants, Jude started rubbing her pussy with her fingers, sliding them up and down between the lips, getting them wet, then rolling them across her clit.
“You’d better hurry,” she said, her breath husky. “I might cum without you.”
“Cum all you want,” I said as I tugged my belt loose and undid my pants. “I’ll catch up, no worries.”
Jude’s left hand came up to her breast as her right hand continued rubbing her pussy. She took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed until it turned dark, then she playfully tugged the nipple an inch from her breast.
“Ohh…” she moaned, tugging, squeezing, fingers of the other hand sliding up and down, from side to side. “Hurry, Holden… let me see your cock… please… hurry…”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the pants and the boxers I wore underneath. I had to tug the pants out in the front to get them over my stiff cock. When my pants slid down my legs my cock sprang out like a stiff arm, ten-inches long, girthy and veiny and ready to party. The head looked like a crimson balloon so full it was ready to pop.
“Oh… my…” Jude sighed, eyes going dreamy at the sight of my cock. She licked her lips and spread her legs even more. She started sliding four fingers inside herself while her thumb remained working on her clit, which was swollen like a hot pink pencil eraser.
I wrapped my fingers around my cock and started stroking back and forth, slowly, working the blood through the shaft to the head. I squeezed when my fingers neared the head. Drops of precum juices oozed from the slit.
“Yes…” she said, her mouth hanging open. “Play with yourself for a minute… pump that big cock, Holden… don’t make yourself cum… just watch me… and stroke… stroke…”
I smiled and did as commanded. Normally, I was the one in charge, the alpha male, the man with the plan. But watching Jude fingerfuck herself with one hand while she squeezed her nipple with the other was simply too good to pass up. I steadied my breathing and let me hand work my cock. I used my left hand to tweak my balls as my right hand pumped the shaft.
“Yes… that’s… oh… yes…” Jude’s eyes were focused on my cock, following the movement of my hand back and forth, back and forth. Her fingers kept working her pussy, faster now, deeper, four fingers, in and out, faster, faster. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue came out to slide across her bottom lip and hang there. She was going to make herself cum. I could see it in her eyes.
“Make yourself cum, my pet,” I said, licking my lips, breathing in and out slowly to keep my own orgasm at bay. I had no desire to shoot my load all over my hand. I might enjoy that later when I was alone, recalling our night together, but not at that moment. No, I wanted to cum inside Jude’s pussy. And in her mouth. And in her ass. And on her tits. And on her face. I would not waste a drop of my seed this night. Not with this amazing woman so ready to take every ounce for herself.
“Oh… fuck…” Jude squealed, her eyes fluttering shut as her hand increased its intensity on her pussy. I glanced down and nearly blew my load when I saw that her hand was covered in oily juices and she was literally gushing in the chair. For a moment, I thought she was peeing, but then I realized that Jude was a gusher, and quite possible could be a squirter with the right hand to guide her. God, I loved it when a woman squirted on me. Most men do. Maybe that was a fetish we’d talk about in class. I made a mental note that we would pursue that topic later on.
“Cum for me, Jude,” I ordered, resisting the urge to move closer to shove my cock inside her steaming pussy. Her hands worked in unison on her breasts and her cunt. She closed her eyes and leaned back and moaned toward the ceiling.
“Fuck… yes… yes… yes… yes…”
The orgasm rocked her body and nearly knocked her off the stool.
She shuddered from head to toe.
She brought her knees up and clenched them together and curled her toes.
She squealed as she came, her right hand still buried deep inside her.
I nearly came, as well but caught myself at the last moment and loosened my grip on my cock. I waited until the spasms stopped rocking through her body, then stepped in and put my arms around her. She rested her forehead on my chest and blew out a long, satisfied sigh.
“That was just the entrée,” I said, my lips at her ear. “Let’s go into the bedroom for the main course.”
CHAPTER NINE: Jude
I had made myself cum thousands of times, but never while watching a man like Holden Moss stroke his own cock. Holden’s cock was long, thick, the head purple and swollen. Little drops of joy-juice oozed from the slit each time his hand squeezed toward the head. His muscled chest and washboard abs rippled as he moved, the muscles in his arms flexing as the blood pumped through them with every stroke.
I was ramming four fingers in and out of my wet box, and my thumb was working my clit like a vibrator. When I popped my cork, I came so hard I nearly fell off the stool. Holden caught me and pulled me close as I struggled to catch my breath. Then he suggested we continue our fun in the bedroom, which I thought was a splendid idea.
Holden scooped me up with the ease of picking up a rag doll. I looped my arms around his neck and bit at his jawline as he carried me down the hall and into the bedroom.
Holden kicked open the door and toted me inside without breaking a sweat. He set me on the edge of the bed long enough to switch on the bedside lamp.
“Nice,” I said, lying back propped on my elbows, glancing around the bedroom. It was large, neat, and the bed was king-sized, big enough for several people. There was a door to a closet and another to the master bath. I spread out on the bed and rubbed my hands against the comforter. “Such a big bed, Professor Moss. Do you sleep here all alone?”
“Sometimes,” he said with a smile as he lay down beside me with his cock standing in the air like the mast of a great ship. “Sometimes I have friends sleep over.”
He held out his arm and I rolled into him with my lips finding his
hard nipple and my hand finding his hard cock. He sighed as my tongue teased his nipple and my fingers slid up and down over the rigid shaft. “My, Professor Moss, what a big dick you have.”
“The better to fuck you with, my pet,” he said with a heavy sigh.
“Mmmm… that sounds delightful,” I said, my lips biting their way up his neck. “But first…”
I let go of Holden’s cock and climbed on top of him in the sixty-nine position with my dripping pussy hovering over his mouth and my lips hovering over the head of his cock. I held the shaft and licked away the juices that were oozing from his slit.
“I love the way you think,” he said, bringing his hands up to my ass to pull my pussy down to his lips. The moment his hot tongue touched my clit, my body shuddered and I gushed all over his face. Holden hummed happily and lapped up the warm juices like a starving kitten.
“I have to warn you,” I said, his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I glanced down between my tits to grin at him. He was licking my juices from his lips. “I’m a bit of a squirter. Hope you have plenty of towels.”
“Don’t you worry,” Holden said, smiling with my juices glistening on his cheeks. He flexed his lower ab muscles and his cock bounced in my hand. “I’m a bit of a squirter myself.”
“Oh, I bet you are,” I said, my hands moving up and down the shaft again. “I just bet you are.”
I swirled my tongue around the head of Holden’s cock, then held the shaft steady and let my lips suction over the head and down onto the shaft. I lowered my head until his cock was touching the back of my throat. My tongue played with underside of his shaft as I slowly pulled my lips back. I heard Holden moan with his lips on my pussy. The vibration almost made me cum again.
I lowered my head and Holden’s cock filled my mouth. I pulled my lips back to the head and sucked on it like a Tootsie Pop, swirling my tongue around the underside where all the little nerves met, teasing the slit, sucking the salty juices that were the reward for my efforts.
It was hard as fuck to concentrate with Holden’s mouth on my pussy. He was using his fingers to spread my pussy lips and teasing my pussy hole with his tongue. Each time his tongue slid inside my hole, a new wave of hot juices washed out over his tongue and into his mouth. Holden didn’t stop. He tongue fucked me until I was at the brink of orgasm and lapped it all up, not wasting a drop.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” I moaned, my fingers tight around his cock, which felt like a lead pipe in my hand. I felt his tongue slide deep inside my cunt as the tip of one finger slid into my lubed-up asshole. “Oh… yes… yes… fuck… yes… that’s… oh… ohhh…”
Holden’s hands went to my ass cheeks and his fingers dug in to my soft flesh, pulling my pussy down onto his mouth as his tongue rammed in and out of my hole. I felt his cock harden in my hand, but I was not coordinated enough to pump him while cumming in his mouth. I pushed myself up with my hands on his knees and practically sat on Holden’s face and just let my juices fly. He moaned with his tongue deep in my pussy, his fingers flexing against my ass. I started sliding my pussy across his lips and tongue. I could feel his chin on my clit, his nose at my ass. I pounded my pussy to his face. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control myself. My entire body went tense and I came and came and came, gushing juices into Holden’s mouth, drenching his cheeks and chin, moaning like an animal in the wild.
“Oh… fuck… I’m… whooo… fuck…”
It was all I could say because I could barely breathe, much less form words. Without a word of his own, Holden put his hands on my hips and squeezed to get my attention.
“Fuck me now, Jude,” he ordered. “Slide down and slide onto my cock. I want you to fuck me till I fill you with my hot cum.”
I gave him a coy look over my shoulder and did as I was told. I kept my hands on his knees and slid my pussy over his cock, facing away from him so her could grab onto my ass while we rock and rolled.
He held his cock steady as I slowly impaled myself on it. I lowered my hips until I felt the bulbous head pressing against my hole. The breath caught in my throat as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. I was so wet, the head of his cock easily slid inside my tight box.
“Yes… that’s what… teacher likes…” Holden sighed playfully. He dug his fingers into my hips to steady me. “Now, my pet, take my cock inside you as far as you can.”
“Yes, sir…” I said, the words coming from my lips on gusts of breath. I lowered myself onto his rigid shaft, one inch, then another, then another, only stopping when I felt the head of Holden’s cock hit my innermost wall. With my hands still on his knees and his fingers on my sides, I started slowly sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. It felt amazing. I could feel him in every part of my body.
“That’s… it…” Holden moaned, the muscles in his legs flexing beneath my fingers. “Slowly… yes… oh… fuck… Jude… your pussy is… so… so… fucking… tight…”
“And your… cock is… so fucking… big,” I said, feeling the tension building in my body again as another orgasm began to build. With every stroke, I got closer and closer to cumming again. I sped up the pace, faster, faster, until I was literally slamming my pussy up and down on Holden’s stiff cock, stopping only when the tip of his cock hit my cervix. The orgasm was coming faster now. My body was getting hotter by the minute, heating up from the inside out. I could feel sweat dotting my upper lip, streaming down my neck, sluicing between my breasts.
“Fuck… Jude… I’m… I’m… cumming…” Holden growled like a caged animal longing to be set free. “Cum with me… Jude… Cum with me… now…”
Holden’s body went rigid beneath me as his muscles tensed from the orgasm that was pounding through his body. I watched his toes curl and heard him grunt several times and call my name.
His fingers dug in deeper as he started lifting me up and down on his cock, ramming into me hard enough to hurt in a good way.
I turned all self-control over to my teacher and felt myself cumming again and again and again. As Holden filled my pussy with what felt like gallons of his hot milky goo, I gushed pussy juices back over him, coating his cock and balls and thighs and stomach.
When it was over, we had made one hell of a mess, but it didn’t matter.
We looked at each other and smiled, both knowing that our first night of fun had just begun.
CHAPTER TEN: Holden
“I’ve never had spaghetti for breakfast,” Jude said, smiling as she swirled the tip of one finger across her now-empty plate. She brought the finger up and sucked off the spaghetti sauce, then picked up the large mug of steaming black coffee and cradled it between her hands. “And I’ve certainly never had spaghetti with coffee before. Italian food… French roast coffee… It’s just so… continental.”
“I can get you a glass of warm champagne if you prefer,” I said, jabbing a thumb at the champagne bottle that was now soaking in a bucket of room temperature water that had been ice the night before.
“No, no, this is fine,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows over the top of the cup as the steam rose in the air. “I think I might have discovered my new favorite combination. Spaghetti and coffee. Mmmm…”
She made me smile, sitting at the kitchen island wearing nothing but one of my blue button-down shirts and a sly look on her pretty face. She had the shirt sleeves rolled up past her elbows and the front unbuttoned midway down her breasts, giving me a perfect view of her freckled cleavage.
“What is it about a woman wearing a man’s shirt that is so freakin’ sexy?” I asked, leaning back against the sink with my own cup of black coffee in one hand. I was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and no shirt. My cock, still exhausted from the night spent with Jude, slept peacefully in my shorts.
“What is it about a man with a big cock wearing boxer shorts that is so freakin’ sexy?” she asked in return, narrowing her eyes at my crotch. “Not every man, of course. I can’t imagine that Professor Markle would be v
ery sexy wearing just a pair of silk boxers.”
“Hey, don’t sell the old guy short,” I said, scolding her with my eyes. “The rumor is that back in the day Markle was quite the heartbreaker, or so I understand.” I set the cup on the counter and scratched my whiskered chin. “Believe it or not, he was captain of the swim team and the track team.”
She giggled and rolled her eyes. “When? Like 1917?”
“More like 1947,” I said, tapping the finger to my chin. “Be nice to the old man. If it wasn’t for him going on sabbatical, we might never have met. I was planning on taking the semester off to visit my friend Wynn in Los Angeles. I only canceled that trip to teach Markle’s silly fetish class.”
“That would have been terrible,” she said, pouting. “Who would be my grad school crush if you weren’t here?”
I shrugged as I started gathering the dirty dishes off the counter and placing them in the sink. “Well, you could have snared Mr. Pennyworth, perhaps. He’s not terribly old and worn-out. Or perhaps you could have switched teams and planted your nympho treatise in Mrs. Burgan’s desk. I do believe she swings both ways.”
She feigned an innocent look. “What are you talking about? Planted my nympho treatise? Why, Professor Moss, whatever do you mean.”
“I’m not entirely stupid,” I said with a smile. “Markle didn’t leave that paper in the desk. Trust me, even though he’s old as the hills and probably hasn’t had an erection since the sixties, he’s still a guy. He would never leave that behind.”
