“Mmmmm,” Zoey groaned, squirming. She was feeling the glory again. Ted pulled her left foot off Charlie’s chest, and started nuzzling and licking her long, red stiletto heel. Stan pulled her right leg to him, and started doing the same to her calf and lower thigh. Then Charlie started fondling her sloshing boobs, even as he increased the rate he was humping her. All together, the man had pushed her back to the brink. “Hhhmmmmgggh.”
Bill broke the kiss, to nuzzle her cheek and ear. Then he thrust his hot, wet tongue deep into her ear. Zoey’s sucked in a sharp breath, back bowing, and climaxed.
“Holy shit, she’s coming hard,” Charlie gasped out. “You cannot believe…how her pussy muscles…are pulsing, squeezing me… oooooh, yes. That did the trick.”
Zoey felt him coming inside her. Oh, how she loved that feeling. Step-dad took over fondling her breasts when Stan replaced Charlie. With Bill sucking on her earlobe and fondling her so wonderfully, she had no calm down period before Stan mounted her.
She watched breathlessly as Stan’s dick slid deep into her body. It felt divine. Still in that place just shy of climax, she licked her lips and smiled up at Stan.
“Hey, baby, I’m in a really good place. If you fuck me hard and fast, you can make me have multiple orgasms,” she said.
“Really? Wow,” Stan said, and started humping her with gusto.
The table started to creak under the strain, as Stan pounded it home like no one ever had before. Zoey got the most beatific look, her whole body shaking from the fierce fucking. In no time she crossed the line, and climaxed. Then another a short time later. Not major, mind numbing climaxes, but little intense monsters that energized her body and made every fiber of her being tingle. It didn’t take long for Stan to come.
“You still feel up to taking me one more time, Zoey?” Bill said.
“Oh yeah.”
Bill hurried around the table. Zoey opened her arms and legs for him, but he had other ideas. He pulled Zoey off the table, turned her around, and bent her over it. She propped herself up on her elbows, back bowed and ass in the air a step-dad moved up behind her.
“My fantasies about you usually involve doggie style,” Bill said, guiding his cock into her pussy.
“Oh, hell yes,” Zoey groaned, feeling him penetrate and push in deep, deep. Her vagina muscles were taut, almost painfully tight. His cock forced her wide, with a little pain. Pain in a good way. He grabbed her long brown hair, yanking her head way back as he laid a firm bootie slap on her hiney. “Yes! Ride ‘em, cowboy!”
“Car,” Stan said.
Ted moved over to the window and looked out. Bill kept on riding Zoey. She just relaxed and enjoyed it. It was probably another false alarm anyway.
“Oh man, this is better than my wet dreams,” Bill said. “Man oh man, you are so hot, Zoey.”
“Better than mine, too,” Zoey gasped out. “Oh yes, better than the basketball team.”
“What?” step-dad said.
“It’s her mother,” Stan said. “Dammit.”
“Oh God, Daddy, don’t stop,” Zoey cried. “I’m almost there.”
He was still pumping hard and fast, but time was running out. Zoey despaired she wouldn’t get that last sweet moment of bliss. Bill saved the day, by pulling her up to whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you in new your dorm room Monday.”
Zoey envisioned it, and came. Came hard. Bill came again, at the same time.
“She’s in the driveway,” Stan said urgently.
Bill kept pumping into Zoey, his cock long, thick, and hard. His cock milking her orgasm of every last ounce of pleasure for both of them.
“She’s out of the car.”
Someone tossed Zoey’s bikini on the table next to her. She climaxed again.
“Oh yes, yes, yes! The best ever!”
“I think your mother heard that,” Stan said, almost a squeak. “She looked up and around like she did. She’s picking up grocery bags.”
Bill finally went limp and he pulled out. He gave her shiny round hiney a playful slap, and started pulling on his boxers and shorts.
“She’s heading inside,” Stan said. “And she’s moving fast.”
Zoey took a deep breath, held it, and released slowly. Then she grabbed her bikini and staggered out the back door on wobbly legs. Her mother entered the house just as she exited.
Going to the lounger where she sunbathed, the dizzy teen quickly slipped into her bikini and laid down like she was sunbathing. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t notice her heavy breathing and rock hard nipples from the window.
Once she was breathing normally again, Zoey got up and gathered her sunbathing paraphernalia. She was actually quick proud of how well she could walk, at her quick recovery. Her mother was putting away groceries as she passed the kitchen.
“What are you wearing, young lady?”
“Oh, Mom, you’re home,” Zoey said.
“Don’t ‘oh, Mom” me,” she said, looking her daughter up and down. “Why are you so flushed?” Then she turned to her husband. “Bill, how could you let her parade around in front of your friends in that?”
“I can’t control her,” he said. “She’s done what she’s wanted for the past three years.”
But her mother was more interested in looking her daughter over. “What is wrong with you? You look discombobulated. And very tired.”
Zoey knew a moment of panic. If her mother continued on that track, her mind would work of the signs. They would all be toast.
“I feel asleep sunbathing, and had a…um…weird dream,” Zoey said, unable to look her in the eyes.
“I bet you did, wearing such revealing clothes,” she said, eyes locked on Zoey’s still erect nipples. “I can only imagine, and it explains a lot. Go get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zoey said, moving past her. “I think I’ll take a shower, and spend the rest of the day deciding what I’m going to do on my first day in college.” She locked eyes with step-dad, and winked. “I’ll probably spend it locked inside my dorm room.”
Naughty Professors #2
“And so, Victorian-era beliefs about a woman's sexual pleasure were obviously repressed, but also tied into the pervasive belief that sex was only for procreation. Women were expected to have sex with their husbands on demand, and the sole purpose was to produce children. Preferably as many male children as possible.” Professor Amy Janney took off her glasses and turned to us. She looked like a model — coal-black hair, eyes like sapphires, and a rack that made me ache with envy. I'd read in our homework assignment last night that women during the Victorian era often removed their bottom ribs so that their corsets would fit tighter around the waist and give them a 16” or 20” measurement. Professor Janney seemed built by God for Queen Victoria's time, but with breasts that shoved up, as if God were trying very hard to draw them closer to heaven.
“Sex on demand, huh? Maybe I should get married,” Chuck Smicker called out. The guys in class snickered and most of the women rolled their eyes.
Professor Janney froze, then turned her entire body toward Chuck, slowly sauntering down the aisle in those come-fuck-me pumps. She leaned toward him, just enough to get him nervous. “If you need to be married in order to have sex on demand, Chuck, then you might be doing it wrong,” she said quietly. The words hung in the air, the hair on my arms stood up, and my nipples contracted, suddenly itching for a good pinch or lick. God dammit, this class was going to kill me.
No one said a word.
But most of the women were squelching smirks.
“OK, then, make sure you read the Charlotte Gillman Perkins short story for next class, and enjoy your weekend. Happy Friday!” she announced. Most of the guys took their time to stand up, and when they did, they held
