at me, licked her lips, and then leaned in toward Joe.
“I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes,” she whispered in Joe's ear, licking the outer rim and making him shiver. I heard every word and felt my orgasms build and nearly tip over. God, I was hungry and needy. Her pink pussy lips looked like a feast for poor, little starving me. Joe's cock slid out of her and she pouted, then looked at me. Was that an invitation? At this point, I just needed a tiny hint.
I stood there, staring at them, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I…I..uh…I'm so sorry.” My voice trailed off into a sultry tone, offering the first try.
I wasn't sorry.
I was turned on.
“Well, if you're so sorry, then do something about it,” Joe commanded. “You have definitely crossed a line. But first,” he asked, his brow furrowed in thought, “why did you lock the door?”
I smiled, and I grew slicker by the second, breasts flushed and ready for something new. Amy raised her eyebrows — now that was the invitation I needed. “I think you know why. Because I have been a very, very bad girl.”
Joe nodded. “Very, very bad.” I undressed quickly — my orgasm was right there, teeming and waiting. There was no way I would last long, and I knew Joyce was at a clerical meeting for the next 20 minutes. Let's get it on.
Or off.
And yes, Professor, the carpet matched the drapes.
Smack. Joe slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red mark. I moaned with pleasure. Amy joined me. The sound made me clench, turning my belly, ass and cunt into one big dripping muscle.
Joe was built like a beach volleyball athlete, tall and muscled, with a six pack you could practically climb like an indoor climbing wall. His cock stood out like a nice grabbing point, and he stroked it two or three times.
And so she reached over and gave me a quick spank. I flooded with moist pleasure, suddenly aching.
Joe caressed my breasts, ran his muscled hands down my belly, stopping just at my hips and gently guiding me on all fours. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amy pout.
“What about me?” she asked, fingerfucking herself, one hand spreading her pussy lips nice and wide, the other stroking her clit in fast, flicking circles. The red, swollen clit stood out between her black, silky curls and I wanted to lunge and lick it.
“Oh, I'll take care of you in a second, Amy.” Joe's cock slid easily into me, my wetness for Amy helping him along the way.
And then I came. Right that split second. It caught me off guard, and I tried not to come. I wanted my orgasm in Amy's mouth, but Joe was pumping slowly at my needy vagina and it was just too much. “Ummmm… more…oh…” I groaned, waves taking me away.
“Oh, no you don't,” she purred. Joe grabbed her ass and dragged her down on top of my face, sliding out of me. I whimpered, but then felt a warm mouth on my clit, her body beneath me, and the scent of spices and love in my face as her hands reached through my thick hair and gently nudged my mouth to her vulva.
“You have to teach her, Amy.” His voice was floating about ten feet above my head, as if and clenching climax after climax ripped through the moist and the hot and the wet that I'd become. I wasn't a separate set of body parts any more — I was just one big climax. Amy's hands were on me, smoothing my breasts and tweaking, sending me over and over and over the top.
Amy licked and rolled my clit, gently tongue fucking me, while I went to town on her, using my tongue to imitate what I saw her doing with her hands. I took one hand and spread her lips nice and wide, then took my tongue and traced lazy circles, flattening my tongue and then tightening the tip to flick her clit at the end of each circle.
“Two fingers,” she moaned. “In me.”
I obliged — she was the teacher, after all.
Her pussy walls clamped down. I knew she was close to exploding. But maybe she needed something more.
“Hey,” Joe growled. “What about me?”
“OK,” I said. “Let's do a little rearranging.” I pulled Amy up on all fours, then slid under her, trading places. Her mouth lifted up and suddenly I felt like I was missing a part of my soul. Amy shoved her ass up in the air and Joe took his time with the tip of his penis, tracing circles around her aching hole, her ass grinding back against him as she moaned and twitched. Finally, he slid in her and she sighed.
I took felt her mouth descend on me, and I used my mouth to keep her clit warm and driven as Joe fucked her from behind. Last year I'd been on the fucking end of a threesome, with ny next-door-neighbor's mouth on my clit while my boyfriend filled me, and the experience had been nothing short of spiritual. Giving that to Amy right now was worth getting caught, being kicked out of school, arrested, or whatever.
JA few careful licks, with a flattened, moist tongue and a slow, sensual pace and she was wriggling and moaning, the vibration of her groans in my vulva, driving me further into frenzy.
Joe's pace picked up and I could feel his urgency, sense the orgasm so close in both of them. Amy began fingering my asshole and my hips shot up, shoving against her tight tongue as the orgasm released in me again, my groans and teeth pushing against her vulva and dripping clit, Joe's cock shoving in and out of her right above my nose, my body betraying me and coming even when I wanted to hold back, the finger too much.
She didn't relent, but instead shoved one finger in my needy cunt, the other staying in my ass, and then she did something with the wall between the two fingers and I gasped, bringing my hand to my mouth and biting as hard as I could to stop myself fro screaming with pleasure. My G-spot started to ache in that sweet way that descends right before a tipping point, as orgasm tenses and releases, and then that was it. I tipped.
“Ah — ah — ah — ah — ” I didn't know who was making sound, which slick sliding noises were whose, and I didn't care, as I finally climaxed, Amy's tongue and Joe's hard cock taking my swollen need and replacing it with sheer, raw chaos and explosion.
I buried my face in Amy's pussy and hung on for dear life, wanting to keep her pleasure going but lost in the frenzy of my own. My entire body seized up and I just stopped caring about her, about Joe, about anything as I became nothing but a dripping vagina of passion.
“Uh! Uh! I'm coming!” Joe hissed, and a powerful shock wave shattered me, pounding my face into Amy as she wriggled and clawed, deep in her own orgasm
Smack. Amy slapped my ass as hard as she could, spanking me out of my orgasm. I jolted, but said nothing. I was done, so nothing she could do would ruin this.
Smack. Joe slapped Amy's ass and she started spraying and gushing all over my face!. The squirt caught me by surprise and I laughed, a deep-throated laugh of sensual joy that I didn't know I had in me. I made Professor Janney gush! She's talked about female ejaculation in class before, but I had no idea it was real — I thought it was just pee! This fluid tasted different, like a spicy, watered down version of her pussy juices. It was bold and amazing and I felt like I'd just been inducted into the Phi Beta Kappa of sex.
Joe, meanwhile, quietly slipped out of Amy and stroked us both, watching us finish each other off with our tongues. He watched us like we were in a porn video, an eager, but tired look on his face.
“Too bad you can only come once, huh?” Amy said, tonguing my taint as she shuddered and finished off what was left of her climax.
“Oh, I did alright.” He smiled and slapped Amy's ass again. Then he slowly got dressed, never taking his eyes off us.
I rolled away and panted, my breath slowing until I composed myself. Professor Janney rolled away and landed on the dropped file folders from my entrance just minutes ago.
A phone rang; a department secretary answered it. “Joe Faustino? Hold on one moment. Let me see if he's in.”
We all stared at each other, wide-eyed, as we hurried to dress. The doorknob began to rattle just as we finished dressing.
“Alicia?” the secretary asked. “Why is the door locked?”
Smooth as silk, I glided to the door and opened it. “Oh, sorry, Joyce. I guess the lock slipped in place. Sometimes it does that.” I reverted to my fake mousy self and hunched my shoulders in an unassuming position. “You know how these old doors are.”
