Story 3
Deep Pleasure
In Clinical Chemistry, fats are called lipids. There are two types of lipids based on content; these are the good and bad lipids. Anyone here who can give examples of good and bad lipids? Professor Ellis asked his class.
Dr. Justin Ellis, 43, single, was nicknamed “CC Terror” because of his ability to reduce his students into bumbling idiots during his lectures. His gelled black hair, arched eyebrow, piercing eyes, and thin, determined lips further enhanced his undesirable image.
A few students raised their hands, but Justin deliberately ignored them. “Miss Stuart,” he bellowed.
Brenda Stuart bolted from her chair with a start. She was petite but properly proportioned; small upright breasts, shapely legs and firm rumps. Her shoulder-length brown hair, alluring lips, sharp nose and soulful, black eyes enhanced her exotic beauty.
Examples of good lipids are vegetable and fruit oils, while bad
lipids are meat fat,” Brenda confidently answered.
“Correct,” Justin acknowledged, “those delicious cheese burgers
and pork chops you voraciously eat every day are rich in bad fats.
He turned his back to write the chemical formula on the white board. His back was broad and he had perfectly sculptured shoulders that extended to brawny arms and long, sturdy legs. These were evident underneath his immaculate, grey suit.
The whole class fell into strained silence as he whisked through the formula without difficulty. His mastery of the subject matter was a well-known fact in the university, so no one dared to question his stringent teaching style. He was good looking too and students had fallen for him countless of times despite his stern persona. But Justin had remained indifferent to them all.
His dedication to his craft and his patience to extend his working hours to tutor students patiently were also legendary.
Throughout all the years, he remained single. This prompted some rumors that he was gay.
The bell rang and the students bade goodbye as they left the room.
But Brenda stayed rooted to her chair.
“What’s the matter, Miss Stuart? Do you have something to say?” Justin threw her a menacing squint.
Brenda approached him, her steps unfaltering. “Sir…may I ask something?” Brenda’s voice rang loud and clear. “Why do you always pick on me?”
Justin’s face turned cloudy and his eyes widened. “And why do you say so, Miss Stuart?” He bristled.
“It’s obvious, there’s not a day in class that you don’t ask me a question,” Brenda declared. She felt she was being wronged.
“Do you know that every time you recite, you’d be awarded points?” Justin asked her, his thick eyebrows up in consternation. “I’m giving you a chance to graduate with honors,” he continued.
“But …” Brenda protested.
“Your lowest grade is CC, and I’m insulted that you don’t learn enough from me,” he revealed, exasperated.
“Well, it’s because I find it hard to memorize chemical structures and reactions. Chemistry was never my favorite subject.”
Justin’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You don’t really memorize, Miss Stuart. You have to understand first before you can write down those formulas,” he quipped.
“Okay, can I see you tomorrow then for tutoring?” Brenda queried expectantly.
Justin hesitated for a full minute before replying. “Do you really need tutoring? Or do you merely want to annoy me?”
“Sir, didn’t you say CC is my lowest grade? I want to improve my grade in the finals,” Brenda explained.
After classes, the following day, Brenda occupied one of the small discussion rooms in the school library. Justin arrived 10 minutes later, carrying a few books with him.
After some brief words of greetings, they sat down and the one-on-one tutoring started.
“When you think about chemical structures, think about an important person you care about,” Justin eyed her under his dark lashes.
“Sir?” Brenda stared at him, not being able to comprehend. “Like a boyfriend?” she blurted out. He’s so handsome, she thought. Is he really gay?
She wanted to know.
“Yes, what are his significant qualities that you love about him?”
“But I don’t have a boyfriend; I’m still trying to find one,” her shyness was slowly receding in the background. “If you can find me one, I would appreciate it.”
Justin seemed not to hear her statement. But lines started to appear on his forehead. “Let’s say you have one, what are the qualities that you would most likely remember?”
“I would remember if he is kind, witty and a good lover.”Was he flirting with her? Brenda wasn’t sure.
“So, those traits will help you understand him. The same is true with substances.
They have also specific characteristics that make them different. These properties will help you remember their chemical structures,” Justin wrote on the pad before him as he spoke.
Brenda was staring at his beautiful hands, mesmerized by how long and lean his fingers were. How would it feel to have those slender fingers touch my face? Her heart raced.
“Hello,” he snapped his fingers before her face. “Are you paying attention? Or shall we end this session?” Justin was visibly angry.
“Sir, I’m sorry,” Brenda touched Justin’s hands with a slight caress.
Justin abruptly stood up. “I think we’ll end here,” he snarled and gathered his things before storming out of the room.
Brenda watched him with amusement in her eyes. The professor is definitely human; he reacted to my touch, she thought. Perhaps this is her chance to score a higher mark in the finals.
During the days that followed, Brenda was bent on achieving her goal. She listened carefully and jotted essential information during Justin’s lectures and in the evenings, she studied diligently. However, she still encountered difficulty in writing down chemical structures and in solving laboratory math problems.
“Sir, kindly tutor me for a week,” she pleaded. “I have to earn a higher grade in your subject.”
Justin was shaking his head eyeing her cautiously.
“Please, sir.”
He gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, but be serious this time. Come tomorrow after classes at the same venue.”
The next day, Brenda arrived in the library an hour earlier. Justin came just in time. He looked dashing in his light green shirt and beige coat and tie.
He’s such a nerd and a stuck-up, Brenda grinned impishly. Wait till I get my hands on his phallus. She smiled, elated to have a challenge on her doorstep.
She loved challenges!
“Let’s start about the various specific properties of these substances,” Justin used a pad paper to write on.
They were seated, side by side, on the small table; their bodies close and their knees and shoulders almost touching. From afar, they were like lovers planning for their wedding. Brenda can smell the clean, tangy odor of his cologne, and it made her want to lean closer to him.
Justin sensed this and he tried to move farther, but . . .
“Is the double bond found in this carbon atom?” Brenda pointed to the diagram on the table.
He had to move back closer to see what she was pointing at. As she pointed, her cleavage appeared. She did it on purpose to seduce the professor.
His eyes darted to the smooth curves of her firm breasts.
Brenda heard his pulse thunder, while his eyes twitched and his pupils dilated. It took several interminable seconds before he replied, “Yes, yes, that carbon atom.”
“The esters will normally attach to this double bond and discard one hydrogen atom, right?” Brenda peered at him at close quarters that they were nearly kissing. She could smell his minty hot breath against her lips.
Brenda expected him to pull away but he was galvanized into inaction, his eyes transfixed on her inviting lips, and her hot body rousing a wild animal instinct from within him.
“Right,” he murmured gruffly, tensing up. He was thinking, good heavens; this little brat is seducing me.
Brenda’s thighs were now gently rubbing against his. She had been educated since primary school in a convent, under the strict supervision of nuns; that was why she was still a virgin at 19. She wanted to get laid and experience the mind-blowing orgasm that her roommates were avidly talking about.
The library was closing in an hour and they were not yet done with the chapter.
“Can we continue the lessons in your house?” Brenda leaned on him as close as she could, and breath into his ear. “I may be able to share some important info as well,” she licked her upper lips as she spoke.
Justin was speechless. It was the first time that his body reacted wildly. There were similar instances before but he had managed to remain calm and indifferent. He was astonished that Brenda was able to arouse his lustful feelings. His penis was awakening from its deep slumber. His mind refused, but his body clamored for more.
Brenda knew she won. She cleared the table and stood up, “let’s go, professor.”
Without a word, Justin followed her like an automaton. He was in a daze and seemed to be hypnotized. She knew exactly where his car was parked. Justin opened the door for her and she stepped in giddily, joyful of her success.
In the car, she rested her hands on Justin’s thigh indifferently. Justin gasped. Then she began caressing it. He trembled and his dick started to rise to the occasion. “Stop, we’re on school grounds,” he whispered sharply at her.
She stopped and transferred her hand into her own breasts. “Do you know that I’m still a virgin?” she stated, as he started driving away from the university premises. “I want you to deflower me, Dr. Justin Ellis,” she whispered lustily, deliberately showing him how she was fondling her breasts.
Justin glanced at her, “You’re my student,” he said sotto-voce, trying to maintain his composure. “This is prohibited.”
“I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence.
He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready.
He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice. His face was a mask of conflicting emotions.
Brenda was certain that he was ready to go off any moment. She attempted to stay put but he pushed her off the door, and left her standing forlornly at the curb.
She was indignant and frustrated. You’re a pompous prig, she yelled at him silently, her body smoldering with unfulfilled desires. To hell with you, she gritted her teeth and began walking towards her dorm. If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you, she muttered to herself.
It took superhuman effort for Justin to let Brenda go, when all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, kiss her and fuck her until she cries out loud for more. He had to make sure that it wasn’t merely a shot out of the blue. She was his student after all. He felt a moral obligation to take care of her.
School the next day was a pain in the ass. Brenda, her body worn-out and grieving had lost all its energy. She was listless as she prepared herself for school. I’ll show him that it didn’t matter to me at all, she decided firmly.
She entered the class beaming with false gaiety, “Good morning everyone, anyone interested in a party tonight?” She announced. “There will be drinks and food, my treat,” her classmates cheered, and that was when the professor walked in.
“What’s the riot all about?” Justin queried.
“Miss Stuart has invited us for some drinks this evening,” someone piped in.
“Oh, I see,” Justin turned to stare at Brenda, who was intentionally flirting with one of her classmates.
During class, Justin and Brenda acted like nothing happened the day before. Justin did not call Brenda to recite and she didn’t volunteer. Even after classes, she left through the backdoor ignoring Justin.
Justin was visibly bothered and he was not able to concentrate on work for the whole afternoon. That girl is a fiery animal, he decided, she stops at nothing to get what she wants. He knew it and yet, he was inexplicably attracted to her, like moth to a flame.
He had been pacing restlessly for a whole hour until he could not stand it any longer. That girl can get into trouble by her stubbornness. She might just get laid by anyone she encounters in the party, he assumed. He raced to the party’s venue and was greeted by boisterous students.
“It’s great you were able to come sir, Professor Walker is here, as well,” one student volunteered.
“Have you seen Miss Stuart? He asked.
“She’s with Professor Walker.”
Justin’s heart did a somersault. Was she now flirting with John?
The party was at its peak, with people in the dance floor and some in the swimming pool, all holding their glasses of wine or bottles of beer. There were some students necking at the pool, and he presumed that some were upstairs doing their ‘thing’ in the private rooms.
Brenda was indeed with Professor Walker. She was beaming at him and listening intently.
There were butterflies in Brenda’s stomach when she saw Justin come in.
So, he cares after all, she mused, or was she wrong?
“Justin,” John called out to him, “I thought you won’t be attending.”
“There was nothing to do at home, so I came. They’re our seniors anyway,” he pretended to be unfazed, but Brenda can see through his façade.
Liar! She seethed.
“I was discussing with Brenda the Serology experiment I’ll be adding to the lab list,” John explained to Justin.
“I see,” Justin said, trying to catch Brenda’s eyes, but she refused to look at him. “Then, I’ll see you around.”
His footsteps were heavy as he left and plopped himself in the sofa at a near by area. He positioned himself in such a way that he had a good vantage point of where Brenda and John were seated.
Justin’s heart bolted when he saw John touched her lips to remove an imaginary speck of food. Afterwards, they were touching their glasses for a toast, laughing merrily and cozily listening to each other’s stories.
Justin was in pain. Did he truly care about her? He always had a soft spot where she was concerned. For all his strictness, he wanted her to graduate with a
Latin distinction such as, Cum Laude, Magna Cum Laude or Summa Cum Laude.
He watched them closely as they talked earnestly. It was apparent that they were in the process of developing a great bond between them, and he felt a pang of jealousy consuming his soul. He knew then that he truly cared for her, and he had to talk to her before the night was over. He patiently waited for that chance.
He saw that chance when Brenda stood up and made a beeline for the john. Justin blocked her path as she came out. He yanked her and forced her into a space behind the awnings. Without a word, he kissed her ardently, claiming her lips as his own.
Brenda was astonished by his abrupt onslaught, and she tried to break away from his tight embrace but he was too strong for her. She laughed inwardly, so now, you have come to your senses, you jerk. Do you think I would wait for you forever? Unknowingly, she had responded to his kiss; her plans of taking revenge all forgotten as she clung to him and savored his kisses. They separated with difficulty.
“I’m sorry Brenda for sending you home the last time. I was concerned of your welfare,” he disclosed, his eyes pleading.
She had planned to ignore him but her emotions overpowered her and she replied by leaning on his muscular chest.
“We can continue our discontinued lesson at my house tonight,” Justin suggested. Brenda nodded, speechless, and they sneaked out, not bothering to alert anyone.
They held hands and contented themselves in caressing each other, controlling their passion because they knew that it would be wonderful to make love in his own room, without time constraint.
However, it was just too much for them to bear. They couldn’t hold on any longer. Home was 5 miles away and they were caught in traffic.
His dick had grown even bigger and it was straining from beneath his slacks. Justin stepped on the brakes when Brenda suddenly ran a finger along the length of his organ. Damn, he cussed, why can’t I resist this girl? She’s a glaring red light. But I want to fuck her right now. He had not been attracted to a female since his last affair with a colleague a year ago. He masturbated every now and then, nonetheless.
“Shall I free the puppy from its jail term now?” Brenda crooned.
Justin nodded; his face red with passion and his cock, huge as an asp, ready to nab its victim.
She quietly unzipped him and released his angry organ, which sprang readily, protruding upwards, mightily. The throbbing, living piece of flesh captured her heart and soul. She gasped and stroked it tentatively, running her hands along the small engorged veins that snaked around it.
The car finally started crawling forward again. There was still heavy traffic because it was rush hour. They were so horny they wanted prompt gratification. He was trying hard to focus his eyes on the road. But he couldn’t.
She massaged his cock with her right hand, enclosing it in the warmth of her fingers. Her fingers went up and down his shaft, very gently, as the other hand twirled his balls, playfully. He was gasping for breath and raising his manhood towards her. He wanted more.
Brenda stooped down and blew air into the tiny hole of his penis.
He shuddered and groaned. The car was tinted and was not visible to anyone outside, and the din from their surroundings overcame his groans of delight.
“Suck me,” he commanded. “Go on, suck me.”
But Brenda didn’t do so. She pushed the foreskin of his penis and circled its crown with her tongue. Justin sucked in his breath as her tongue whipped that area, once, twice, thrice and again. He grabbed her hair in ecstasy. “Oooooh…” a throaty keening came ripping out of his mouth.
Brenda sucked him then, gradually going deeper and more desperately, as she took in the juicy flesh until she felt him in her throat. Then her mouth moved up and down his shaft, suckling his cock leisurely. The car came to a stop once more and Justin closed his eyes to savor the delightful sensations coming from Brenda’s ministrations.
His dick was enormous -around 10 feet - that Brenda nearly choked when Justin raised his hips to meet her mouth. It was just so huge; she could not take it all in. Instead, she used both of her hands and mouth to accommodate his organ. She gripped the base of his thick dick and massaged it with her fingers in a twisting motion as her mouth and tongue sucked and licked its upper portion – not an inch of his cock was left unoccupied. Over and over her tongue and fingers went up and down - gently, tenderly, incessantly.
From what she had heard from friends, the penis was as sensitive as the clit of a woman, so her tongue and mouth rendered service to Justin’s cock just like how she wanted her clit to be venerated.
Within a few minutes, Justin was beside himself in delight. He gripped the wheel tightly and strained for his climax, urging Brenda to go faster and deeper; his hands clutching her hair. “Ummmmm…ummmmm,” he groaned, the veins on his forehead bursting with his exertion, “oh holy shit, aaaaah . . . ,” he was teetering on the verge of his ejaculation.
Brenda persisted with her blowjob, reverently exploring all the sensitive crevices of his mighty dick, not sparing his two precious balls in the process. She sucked each of them fondly, taking care not to exert excessive pressure. These two eggs are fragile; she smiled contentedly, twirling each of them with her tongue. Justin moaned and trembled in his seat.
Traffic remained at a standstill as Justin continued groaning and murmuring unintelligible phrases until he vaulted and rammed Brenda’s head into his cock. He ejaculated profusely into Brenda’s seeking mouth, dripping some of it on the car’s seat.
“Ooooh . . . God . . . yes . . . that was incredible!” he uttered hoarsely in between his rapid breathing. “For a virgin, you’re not bad.”
“I’ve learned the theory from expert friends and I’ll have to learn from you about coitus,” Brenda purred, her moist pussy wanting to be fondled. “Can we continue the case study in your house?”
Justin helped Brenda wipe themselves off the sticky semen. Its pungent odor pervaded the car that they have to use a car freshener to dissimulate its scent. They held hands afterwards, stroking each other alternately, as the cars started moving forward once again.
They arrived at Justin’s house after almost an hour. By then, Justin was hard again and Brenda’s pussy was soaking wet, she was certain it was ready for Justin’s huge dick.
As soon as they entered the house, Justin frantically clawed at Brenda’s clothing, ripping her blouse apart and undressing her as he kissed every inch of her exposed body. She emerged stark naked, her firm breasts craving for attention, her fervid body shivering in anticipation. He pushed her hard against the wall and French-kissed her hard on the mouth, savoring her innocence and pureness. She tasted like a freshly prepared mix of succulent cinnamon and the juiciest strawberries – something he had never tasted before.
“Oh . . . ,” Brenda moaned as Justin showered her nape with breezy kisses, his searching tongue bringing wonderful sensations that she only learned at that moment. His kisses were fluffy and teasing, driving her insane. It was like sweet torture, slow and deliberate, but definite and scrumptious. “Oooooh . . . ,” her voice rose in ecstasy.
“We’ll have to dilate your narrow opening to welcome my powerful cock,” his voice echoed with passion. “Are you sure about this?” Justin had still lingering doubts about it. “You’ll not regret it?”
Brenda shook her head and kissed him in answer to his question.
“I had a crush on you since freshman years, sir, err. . . Justin,” she professed.
Justin wrapped his arms around her petite frame and returned her kiss with fervor. His tongue worked its way through the erotic spots in her mouth. Brenda did not want to be outdone; her tongue grappled with his and they exchanged mouth juices as they sucked one another, giving off slurping sounds.
She stripped him in return, caressing his skin before dropping his clothes on the floor.
He lifted her up easily. “In that case, the first order of the day is to take a shower,” he carried her to the bath tub. “Let’s bathe together.”
Brenda’s cunt was raring to go. She wanted to fill it up so her ‘hunger’ would be assuaged. She was not afraid anymore of the impending pain.
Justin soaped Brenda’s body methodically, taking care to include her armpits, and the folds of her skin. Lovingly, he massaged the soap into her skin, unhurriedly, working the lather, and washing the skin with water afterwards. When he reached her breasts, he sucked her hardened nipples while massaging her tits in circular motion.
They were half submerged in the bath tub water full of soap suds. Brenda let out a contented sigh and groped for his cock. It was slippery as an eel, and twice as big. The professor had a gigantic future; she chuckled and basked in its supersize. Soon, this “thing” will be invading my pussy. How would it feel to have it ALL in? Her insides quivered with eagerness.
Justin set her on the edge of the bath tub and started soaping her vagina. She spread her thighs wide to provide him full access to her precious jewels. He spent considerable time soaping her womanhood.
“The labia must be extra clean for my tongue to lick later,” he teased her. He took great pains in massaging her clitoris, hitting it with bubbles from the gentle soap.
He squatted in front of her as he washed off the soap from her pussy. She ruffled her hair, relishing the gentle and thorough cleansing of her delicate flower. Every cell in her body was aching with desire.
She did the same to him, lathering his whole body slowly, stroking and caressing each muscle as she washed it. She rinsed off the soap from his cock, while fondling it.
His right hand delved into her pubis, massaging the area steadfastly, his fingers opening her wet petals deftly; first, her labia minora, and then her labia majora. He imagined pointing these parts out as he lectured about them. He cleansed her clitoris the last - the queen of the vagina. He did so with careful attention on the mount of pleasure.
“The clitoris is the most sensitive part of the vagina. It’s the equivalent of the penis in females,” they were both thinking about the lecture Justin conducted during their endocrinology class.
“This is a demonstration of the theoretical portion,” he stated. “This is the clitoris,” he fondled it and tugged it nonchalantly.
Brenda whimpered hungrily, “I know, sir, yes . . . it urgently requires your attention now.”
“It’s composed of numerous sensitive nerve endings and women can achieve orgasm by clitoral stimulation,” he informed her, playfully. “I guess we’ll have to go with clitoral orgasm, before vaginal,” he inserted one finger into her vagina and grinned, “Your vagina has to be initiated first,” he grumbled mischievously.
Justin carried her and set her on his study table. Then he knelt and spread Brenda’s thighs wide apart allowing her pussy to be wide-opened. He licked her thighs, and the area around her pussy, sometimes nibbling and sucking the smooth skin of her thighs. When she started rotating her hips, he sucked the lips of her pussy, licking and lapping it like delicious ice cream. His tongue went round and round, and up and down her pussy not touching her clit. These went on for several minutes until she arched her back and her body trembled. She grabbed his head and urged him on. He then flicked her clit with his tongue.
She gave out a throaty cry of pleasure, “Aaaah. . . oh, yeah, yeah...”
Justin continued flicking her clit with his tongue, increasing the pace and rhythm. He went on repeatedly until her clit was engorged and throbbing. He then inserted a finger into her pussy, tentatively at first, and then when she screamed with delight, he slid his finger in and out of his cunt. It was tight and slick; her love slit gripping his finger firmly. Eventually her pussy became more slippery and accommodating, he inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out, repeatedly.
“Oooooh” she cried out loud, jerking her body upwards. “Oh God . . .
yeah . . . yeah.”
The louder Brenda moaned; the more Justin became aroused. His cock increased even bigger in size and was pulsating painfully between his thighs.
“Are you ready now?” he grunted.
“Yes, please . . . fuck me,” she exclaimed, straining her body towards him.
He cupped her tit with his other hand and they fitted seamlessly into his palm. Her breasts were not voluptuous but they were firm and soft against his kneading fingers. He carried her to an armless chair while sucking her nipples. With one swift motion, he hauled her up and swapped places with her. He was now sitting on the chair and she was sitting astride him; her tits crushed in between their chests and his penis struggling to enter her cunt.
Her vagina was drenched with her own juices and it was demanding gratification. Fuck me! It hollered.
Justin grabbed her ass on both sides and lifted her. He was red in the face with lust and beads of sweat clung to his face. The odor of his pre-cum semen blended with the musky scent of her juices. Brenda understood what he intended to do, and it thrilled her. He would fuck her in a sitting position. She used both legs to tiptoe on both sides of the chair to help him lift her up.
It took a full minute for his cock to find the hole to her love tunnel. It was with difficulty that the crown of his cock entered her pussy. Brenda had to hold it and direct it to her wet cunt. His manhood was so huge, and her ‘hole’ was just too small for it.
“Hmmm, you’re so tight, honey,” Justin panted, his face contorted in lust. “You’ll have to endure for a while.”
He grabbed her thighs again and lifted her aiming her pussy at his ramrod cock. Brenda wiggled to allow his hard meat inside her cunt. She rotated her hips ignoring the sharp searing pain down there. He raised his hips to thrust and met her halfway. As their groins clashed against each other in vicious passion, Brenda felt a tearing pain. There goes my hymen, she thought. Her longing to be fucked, however, was much more urgent and persistent that she was willing to undergo any pain.
With the continuous thrusting of Justin and her rotating hips, his cock had finally entered to the hilt. She felt like a gigantic elephant trunk has assaulted her pussy. BUT, the incredible sensations coming from it was indescribable. She was floating in the ocean of exquisite delights; each of her senses was being fully gratified.
When Justin withdrew his cock to hump again, her pussy clung tightly refusing to let go, the pleasurable sensation was too much for her, “Aaah . . .
oooh . . . fuck me harder,” her mouth expressed her body’s desires.
Her pleading cries fired up Justin, he withdrew his cock, feeling her virgin cunt sucking it back in, and he went crazy with joy. The friction caused by his manhood and hers, the sensitive tissues moving against each other, brought primeval sensations that both of them had encountered only then. Though Justin had sexual escapades before, he had not once fucked someone as snug as she was.
“Damn . . . you’re skintight . . . and slick . . . ,” he managed to say in between huffs, as he entered her relentlessly, slamming and grinding his groin against hers in an attempt to get all his dick inside her narrow cunt.
As Justin continued penetrating her with his roaring dick, her pussy became slick as more vaginal juices were secreted and her arousal heightened. Her pain had become an insignificant hum, and her body was ablaze with yearning, the embers of lust had slowly turned into a conflagration that can only be extinguished by a satisfying fuck.
While his penis was busy fucking her, his mouth was also on a quest to conquer Brenda’s lips and tits. Their sitting position made it easier for him to suck her tits when she came down grounding her pussy into his upright cock.
Now and then he would suck her mouth as they pause before another penetration.
The tempo was building up and their groans of pleasure echoed inside the room. Their bodies were drenched with sweat in spite of the cool temperature, and their love essences - including a small amount of blood - mixed with one another. Up and down Brenda rode his bucking stallion, grinding her pussy into his dick, the pain totally forgotten now. She clung to his neck and rode him wildly, stooping to kiss him on the mouth every now and then.
Justin groaned, “Shit . . . keep going . . . move with me . . . aaaaah,” he plunged deeper and wilder.
They moved in unison, slamming their pubis together, uttering words that only they can understand.
“Oh God, aaaah, f...u…c…k meeee!” she screamed and went down heavily into his penis.
There was no stopping the speeding train of their approaching climax. Justin grunted first digging in his cock into her slippery and virgin pussy, then he shuddered and withdrew his cock, massaging it with his fingers as his semen skyrocketed into Brenda’s body. Brenda’s orgasm also broke to the surface, and she sucked his neck as her orgasm erupted and she made animalistic sounds,her body savoring the innumerable pleasures that came with a gigantic orgasm. God, the romance books, were not able to describe these sensations accurately. It was beyond words, she realized.
Justin inserted his still rigid cock into her pussy and pumped again. She convulsed once more in delight, her whole being was transported to heaven and then back. They kissed and remained glued to each other as the extraordinary sensations responded to their cravings until they subsided altogether.
They lay spent for a full 20 minutes, before they separated and held hands. They slept in each other’s arms satisfied and happy.
Brenda had a lilt to her steps the following morning although she still could feel Justin’s cock embedded in her pussy. Her pussy was raw, but it was a wonderful feeling, being deflowered by a person she was attracted to. She was blooming and anyone who was smart enough could tell that she had been laid.
“What’s up? Your eyes are sparkling.”
Brenda stared at the handsome face of Dr. Walker. “Oh, good morning professor,” she greeted him.
“I have a favor to ask,” he continued. “Can you organize these files for our lab experiment tomorrow?”
“Of course, sir, no problem,” she replied gladly.
“You can join me for lunch, so we can discuss it,” John invited her.
During lunch, Brenda deduced that John was interested in her by the way he gazed at her with yearning in his eyes and by his suggestive body language. He touched her whenever he can, and tried to stay close to her as much as possible.
They talked about the sample they would collect for the Serology experiment the following day.
Brenda enjoyed the company of John. He was witty and jovial and there were no dull moments.
They parted ways when the bell rang for the next class.
It was Justin’s class and Brenda felt a surge of happiness go through her body. The memory of his huge cock inside her brought a broad smile to her lips.
He was delicious, she smiled anew.
Justin scanned the room and his eyes rested on Brenda. “How’s everyone?” he asked, his voice elated.
There were mutters of replies but Justin had only eyes for Brenda. There was a perceptible change in the way he treated her; he didn’t single her out during the discussions that ensued.
The atmosphere in class had changed drastically as Justin managed to deliver jokes in between his lectures. Students began to relax and the ambiance had a comfortable feel to it. There was also a lively discussion on why excess fats and sugar can cause numerous diseases. Brenda was overjoyed that she was instrumental in bringing a positive change to her class.
Brenda stayed purposely behind to talk to Justin. He grabbed her and locked the door as soon as the last student left.
“I’ve been missing you a lot,” he breathed into her ear.
“Me, too,” she kissed him and clung to his sinewy body, wanting him to
hold her.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested, his breath coming raggedly.
They decided to proceed to the nearby flat reserved for teachers.
“They all have classes this afternoon, so we can use this room,” he hauled Brenda inside, locking the door behind them.
They kissed passionately, discarding their clothes as they stumbled and rolled on the floor on their way to the bed. Their clothes were haphazardly strewn everywhere.
“Now, I’ll teach you the different positions,” he whispered. He was hyperventilating in anticipation of the act.
“Yup, I’m an eager student,” she murmured against his lips as they rolled on the floor, wanting to dominate the other.
They were completely naked now as they groped and fondled any part that their hands came in contact with – hungrily and frantically. It was, for them, the only thing existing in the universe. They were lost in their own world of passion, when suddenly, the door banged open.
The two naked bodies on the floor were at first unaware of what had just happened. They were focused on gratifying their sexual hunger, until a shadow fell over them. They looked up in surprise and met the astonished face of John.
There was an interminable minute of silence, and then all hell broke loose.
“Scram, get out, dammit,” Justin hollered at John, as he threw objects at him that his hand had gotten hold of.
Brenda screeched at him to get the hell out. She became conscious of her nakedness.
But John continued to stare in awe, his eyes the size of two full moons.
Brenda tried to rise to cover herself, but Justin pulled her down, his cock pointing defiantly and directly at John.
“Ignore him, if he doesn’t want to leave,” he instructed her.
By then, John has recovered from his momentary inaction. He hastily locked the door but did not leave as Justin wanted him to.
“This is too awesome for me to disregard,” he said with bated breath.
“Nothing will be disclosed as long as you let me join you,” he blackmailed them.
Before they could reply, he was already undressing, throwing his clothes carelessly on the floor.
Brenda watch his well-toned, muscular body emerge beautifully underneath his clothes. He was another perfect male; handsome, unblemished face and a body that had all the muscles in the right places. His cock stood erect and respectful of her. It was something to die for. Yup, she would want that rod inside her pussy too. Next to Justin, Brenda had admired John’s wit and lively character. She wouldn’t mind him becoming the third wheel – an excellent wheel.
“We’ll have to ask the lady first,” Justin told him, sotto voce.
“I have no objections,” Brenda conceded, her pulses racing with exhilaration.
“This position is more conducive for a threesome,” he stated, thrilled to the idea.
He prodded Brenda on all fours - doggy style - on the couch. He stood next to Brenda’s mouth, feeding her his ready cock. Justin half knelt to take Brenda’s pussy from the rear, half crouching, one foot on the floor and the other resting on the sofa.
“This is the doggy and fellatio style,” Justin stated, his eyes hungry with longing. “I’m doing the doggy, while you’re doing fellatio with John.” He grunted and bucked frantically as his cock came in contact with the opening of her cunt.
Brenda didn’t care less. She spat on John’s dick and suckled the tip of his dick as he grew even bigger. John held his cock and thrust it in and out of her mouth, enjoying the sensuous motion.
Brenda push her cunt against Justin’s thrusts as her senses raged all over again.
“Oooooh . . . ooooooh . . .,” she mumbled with John’s cock inside her mouth. She expressed her pleasure on John’s cock, taking him all in and sucking him gently as her arousal mounted. She wanted to enclose his dick with her fingers but she could not, because her hands were planted on the floor, supporting her weight.
Her body juddered as Justin slammed his cock from behind her. Brenda stopped momentarily to relish the phenomenal pleasure of Justin’s attack on her pussy. It was the second time that she was fucked, and indeed, as Justin said, it was sweeter and more pleasurable than the first one. It was because the pain was gone and all that was left was immeasurable pleasure.
“Aaaaaah, ooooooh, FUCK ME . . . harder, harder please,” she begged, crying out for Justin.
This prompted Justin to pound her with everything he got, the veins in his biceps became prominent as he held on to her waist and pounded the hell out of her.
“Jeezzzz, you’re still so tight,” he snarled, “but so good . . . God, I could fuck you all day.”
Brenda could barely maintain her mouth on John’s dick because her pussy was vibrating so badly, she sensed it would explode any moment. Justin molded his body on Brenda’s back and stroked her tits from behind, while humping her. That’s when Brenda went crazy; madly grinding her pussy behind, against Justin’s dick as she climaxed. She forgot John’s cock as she raised her head in triumph. The universe exploded in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and Brenda felt the different parts of her body savor the delicious sensations that emanated from the center of her pussy. It was Nirvana, all over again.
Justin ejaculated too while Brenda was writhing in pleasure. Her slit has enveloped his dick in a tight embrace as he ejaculated.
John, however, was not done yet. He inserted his penis back in Brenda’s mouth but she was in another throe of her orgasm, keening like a wild animal. He needed to fuck her. He pulled Justin away from Brenda and pushed her down the floor.
“This position is called the bridge,” John turned Brenda on her back and pulled her closer to him as he knelt and grasped her on the waist with both hands. Brenda’s lower half was raised, and her ass was supported by his thighs. Her pussy was firmly wedged into John’s cock, forming a bridge, and her legs were spread wide apart allowing John’s body in between her thighs.
Whatever the position was, Brenda sensed her pussy had become more elastic. As John pulled her in and out, an orgasm once more hovered in the background. It was so pleasurable that she could not help but sink her teeth into Justin’s hands, which were stroking her lips and her breasts, while staying on the sidelines. Justin yelped, “Hey, you’re having fun huh?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . that’s good. . . yes, right there . . . harder . . . ,” she cried, her body thrashing madly giving in to another orgasm.
“Oh, God, . . . oooooh,” she continued, her mind and body focused only on the most delectable cuisine she had ever tasted – fucking.
At last John climaxed with a groan and his eyes went berserk as he fucked her non-stop until he ejaculated. It was well worth it, he thought, the most wonderful sexual intercourse I’ve encountered.
They all collapsed to the floor, spent but fully satisfied. “There’s nothing more delightful than fucking a wild, willing virgin,” Justin gave words to their thoughts, while he stroked her nipples.
“To that I willingly agree,” John seconded, pressing his hand against her sodden pussy.
After twenty minutes of stroking and fondling, both men’s cocks were back to their erect forms, ready for another performance.
Brenda’s vagina was eager for another round, as well, the folds of her lower lips, trembling for another taste of heaven.
“Let’s proceed to the missionary position,” Justin stated unabashedly. “This position is rarely done these days, and sometimes this primary position is even unknown to some lovers.”
Justin instructed Brenda to lie down on her back with her legs together. Then he mounted her, his feet straightened under him too. They were face to face and Justin half supported his weight with his arms so he can have more flexibility in kissing her in the mouth and in the upper portions of her body.
Brenda asked, curious, “you mean I can’t spread my thighs and bend my knees?” She pretended to listen calmly but her body was responding to the caresses that her two teachers were giving her.
“If you bend them, it becomes a different position,” Justin said, his arousal becoming intense when Brenda began rotating her hips and grinding it against his own.
John knelt near their heads and stole kisses from both of them, at any chance he got. He also caressed Justin’s back while he humped Brenda furiously, his climax getting harder to attain because of his two previous ejaculations. But the intensity of the sensations had grown stronger and more exquisite. His face was suffused with blood as he pumped, non-stop, into her slick cunt.
“God of mercy . . . Ooooh God . . . aaaaah . . . so tight, “he muttered continually, rolling his eyes to bask in that moment of pleasure.“You’re still too tight, honey.”
A squishing sound came from their pussy and cock’s intimate encounter. It sounded like a suction being pulled up and being pumped back again or a foot stuck in mud being pulled up and back again. Justin moved his hips in circular movements applying more pressure on Brenda’s clitoris. Her clit tingled and sent tiny vibrations of bliss up her spine and into every nerve ending in her body.
“Hmmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmmm . . . ,” she mumbled, the black of her eyes disappearing from view.
She clutched the pillows as Justin continued to fuck her with sliding, circular motions on her pubis, grinding her bone where her clit protruded, and simultaneously penetrating her pussy until his organ was buried deep in the folds of her vagina.
Justin uttered animalistic groans as his third ejaculation, in a span of a few hours, was nearing its expulsion.
Meanwhile, John was masturbating and kissing Brenda whenever Justin left her mouth free.
He was also massaging his dick relentlessly until it grew as big as Justin’s. He pinched Brenda’s tits at will and placed his hand between their colliding bodies, once in a while.
Then Justin grunted violently and then ejaculated, his body jerking like a puppet on a string that had gone haywire. Brenda climaxed almost at the same time, and her body shook with him in a state of jubilant release.
Not to be outdone, John strained for his climax and joined them in a wonderful chorus of sounds that conveyed their sexual satisfaction.
“From this primary position, you can easily shift to other positions such as, the scissors, the bridge and the helicopter,” Justin stated huskily, his cock still tumescent and awake.
John interjected, “remember the missionary position because it’s utterly satisfying. Eventually, you’ll learn all the other positions.”
Graduation day was fast approaching and Brenda was thinking, I wasn’t guaranteed of another meeting with these two great professors, but I need to take further lessons, she mused. She wanted to master the techniques of the new sensual world that they had introduced to her. She had high hopes they would agree after she had passed their subjects with flying colors.
She put on her IPod’s music and started dancing seductively to JLo and Pitbull’s ‘Live It Up’.
“Now, it’s time to teach you some dance lessons, professors,” she declared impishly. In her birthday suit, she shook her booty and undulated her body.
The two erudite men stared, mesmerized at the dancing nymphet and resolved that she was worth their time and effort.
“When do you want your next lessons?” John asked expectantly.
“Tomorrow,” Brenda replied, her tits and pussy already tuning up for the expected pleasurable sensations.
“Your next case study is Kama Sutra,” Justin disclosed, his breathing back to normal.
“Aye, aye sirs,” Brenda saluted them.
The two men eyed each other curiously and broke out laughing.
