Teacher’s Pet Ch. 05

Posted: June 24th, 2010 | Author: Jaime | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

Grace could never bring herself to pity anyone, but her heart hurt for Ben. She knew he was miserable, but she couldn’t do anything about it. The only thing she could do was offer up her friendship and support, and the best sex of his life. She hoped that was good enough for him.

She tried to listen to his lecture, the continuing creative-writing projects the class was working on. She did her best to focus. But she couldn’t. She was torn, halfway daydreaming about him and what she would like to do to him after class, and halfway wishing there was some way she could help Ben deal with the situation she had put him in. Not that he wasn’t miserable before she hooked up with him, but she was sure her new presence in his life only made it more complicated. He always seemed happy with her, though, so maybe that was a good sign. Right?

She looked at the clock. Fifteen more minutes till class dismissal. She should tell him about Sydney’s willingness to play with the two of them. But would he be in the mood to talk after his conversation with Monica this afternoon? Would he be in the mood for anything? He had seemed so withdrawn, so sad earlier. And what was it about the comment she made about his son’s drawing on the wall – that he should make it into a mural — that made his face go so soft, almost heartbroken?

“You’re going to make a hell of a mother someday.” His words came back to her. What the hell did that mean? She’d never even thought about having kids. Sure, it would be nice, but she was too young, too busy being selfish as young people are. She didn’t know how to raise kids.

Jesus! There was too much to think about. She let her head fall, hitting the desktop with a loud clunk.

“Miss Crawford?” Ben’s voice called.

Shit. She shot up, sitting bolt upright. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ve never known you to fall asleep during one of my lectures. Am I not entertaining enough today?”

A chorus of giggles and jeers echoed through the room. Grace sent a scowl to her classmates before replying, “Entertaining enough, Professor. Maybe a little too much, because my head suddenly got too full of vital information, grew too heavy for me to hold it up, and fell right down on top of my desk.”

The giggles increased. Ben, hiding a smirk, said, “Is that so. How is it that you are now able to hold your head up again?”

“Osmosis, Sir,” Grace replied, not missing a beat. “The information leaked out of my head and onto my notebook, dramatically decreasing the weight of my head.”

Her classmates were now divided – some howling with laughter, some looking nervously from Ben to Grace and back, expecting him to punish her in some horrible way.

“Osmosis,” Ben repeated. “Where did you learn about osmosis?”

“In my Chemistry class, Sir.”

She could see the change in Ben’s face if no one else could, and he turned back toward the blackboard before anyone could see his smile. His voice bounced off the blackboard as he said, “Well, Miss Crawford, let’s try to stick to more conventional methods of note-taking from now on, shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was desperately trying not to laugh as she was surrounded by still more chuckles and giggles. He had caught her little “inside joke”, and she wanted to burst into peals of laughter. She held it in, though, and Ben called for the class to quiet down, as they only had ten more minutes left, and he still wanted to cover creative description.

When it was finally time to dismiss, and Ben was rattling off the details of their essay assignment, Grace began to gather up her things as usual. When she stood up, he called out, “Miss Crawford, I’d like to see you, please.”

A chorus of ominous “Ooohhhhs” erupted from the remaining members of the class as they drifted out. She could hear laughing comments about how much trouble she was in now. She chuckled to herself as she approached Ben’s desk at the front of the room.

He waited until they were alone before he spoke. “Sorry about that,” he said.

“It’s cool,” she said smiling. “As long as I’m in trouble, I’m not fucking you, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah, that was kind of my line of thinking, too.”

She sat on the edge of his desk. “So are you okay? You know, after talking to Monica and everything. You just seemed kind of…out there, I guess.”

He made a dismissive gesture. “I deal with her bullshit every day, hon. If I let it get it me, I’d have a gun in my mouth inside a week.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it.”

She frowned. “That’s so sad. I hate that you have to live like that.”

He smiled sadly. “Me too.” He began re-organizing his desk. “You know what else I hate?”

“What’s that?”

“This essay assignment. You wouldn’t believe the kind of shit some of your classmates turn in to me. I think they think they’re still in high school.”

She chuckled. “I believe that. You like mine, though, right?” she said winking.

“Actually, I do. When you turn them in on time.” He raised his eyebrow at her.

“Maybe if I had a little incentive,” she teased.

He looked up, checking the door. Everyone was gone, and luckily, the last student had closed the door after leaving. “Let’s go to my office.”

Her heart jumped as she hopped off the desk, following him to his office. Much as she wanted him, she hadn’t truly expected anything today.

Boy, was she wrong. No sooner had the door closed behind him than he had grabbed her up, holding her gently by the face as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair, returning his kiss with equal passion, her heart pounding against him. ‘Take me, fuck me, own me, I’m yours…’

He broke the kiss, working down her neck with little nibbles. “This shirt is cute,” he whispered.

“You think so?” she replied breathlessly.

“I know a way we can make it even cuter,” he said.

“How’s that?”

He grabbed the hem of the shirt roughly and yanked it over her head, flinging it onto the floor. “Much better,” he said, seizing her again and squeezing her breasts through her thin lacy bra.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “But what do you think of the pants?”

“I like the skirts better,” he growled, pulling the snap of her pants apart. She wiggled out of them and kicked off her flip-flops, standing before him in her bra and panties.

“Your turn,” she said furtively. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him close to her again, yanking the knot of his tie down and pulling the loop over his head. They unbuttoned his shirt together, and as he took it off, he stepped toward her, pushing her toward the little sofa. She took steps backwards until the sofa caught her at the back of her knees, forcing her to sit, and bringing her at eye-level with Ben’s crotch. She attacked his belt and undid his fastenings as he peeled off his wife beater.

She pushed his pants and boxers down in one smooth gesture, and was prepared to take the full length of his already-hard cock down her throat, when he dropped to his knees in front of her, renewing his assault on her neck and mouth.

“All I have to do is look at you,” he said between kisses, “and I forget about everything but this body, how much I want you, how much I –” He froze.

She felt a chill go through her veins. “How much you what?” she whispered.

He remained silent, looking up at her, his eyes wide. “I…I can’t say it, Grace,” he said, his voice barely audible.

She pulled him closer and kissed him. “Don’t say it. Just feel it.”

“I do,” he whispered against her lips. “I really do.” He kissed her again, deeply, as he reached around to unhook her bra. He tossed it aside, snatching her up in his arms again, crushing her to him, planting kisses randomly across her neck, breasts, stomach. “That perfume is incredible,” he said a little offhandedly.

She giggled. “Thanks. It’s Treselle.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Avon,” she said, before letting out a sudden gasp as his mouth closed over her nipple. “Jesus,” she panted. She hadn’t realized how much her body had been aching for him, even after the proficient pounding Sydney had given her only yesterday. But she wasn’t thinking of Sydney now. It was Ben who had her, Ben who held her; it was Ben who was stealing her heart away from her. She buried her fingers in his hair and nuzzled his forehead with her nose, kissing his cheekbones, as he continued his oral ministrations on her breasts. At the same time, his arms closed even more tightly around her.

“God,” he whispered around her nipple, “I just…I can’t hold you tight enough…” He kissed his way back up her neck, his lips hovering just over hers. “I can’t get you close enough to me.”

She let her lips play against his for a moment, before opening them and taking him in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, while fastening her legs around his waist, drawing him in even closer. It was all she could do – those three words, those scary, menacing, daunting words lingered just on the tip of her tongue, and if she didn’t keep it busy, they would fly right out.

He must have been reading her mind, or thinking the exact same thing, because he broke the kiss, looking her dead in the eye, and said, “Grace, it’s happening. I didn’t want it to happen, I tried not to let it happen, but it’s too late, Grace, I can’t stop it…I don’t want to stop it, I want it, I want it to happen, and I’m falling in – ”

“Don’t,” she interrupted. “Please, Ben, don’t say it yet. I don’t know how to handle it yet, and the whole thing is just…It’s so complicated, honey, I can’t…I can’t handle it now.”

She watched his face fall slowly. He’d wanted so badly to say it, she knew – probably, he wanted even more to hear it. He’d probably heard it only from his mother since he’d been married. Suddenly she felt like a coldhearted bitch, turning him away at the door and sending him out into the rain. Fuck, NOW what?

He was still and silent. She had to comfort him somehow. “Please, Ben,” she whispered, “please try to understand. The only reason I’ve kept quiet so far is because if I say anything, those words will fly right out of my mouth, please, you’ve got to believe me,” she begged, taking his face gently in her hands. “I’m just as scared as you are.”

That must have been what he needed to hear, because a slow, mournful smile spread across his face. “We’ll figure it out, babe,” he said. “We’ll figure something out.”

“And we’ll do it together,” she replied, closing in on him and renewing the kiss. As their tongues wrestled against each other, his passion was renewed, and they grabbed and pawed and nibbled at each other almost blindly, until Ben made his way further down her body, whispering, “Just let me worship you for a while.”

She wondered what he meant until his mouth closed over her pussy, and she let out a long, deep moan. Burying her fingers in his hair again, and pulling him closer in, she kept her eyes locked on his as his tongue slowly circled her hardened clit. Down further he went, dipping in and out of her, trailing to her puckered asshole, back up to her clit. He outlined the puffy pink lips, sucking a little on each of them, while his hands explored her body, running over her thighs, her stomach, and finally settling on her breasts, massaging them gently. Steadily he sucked on her clit as she opened herself wider for him, caressing his face tenderly between sighs and moans.

She threw back her head as his tongue worked slowly over every part of her sex, her breaths quickening, her body ripening. But it wasn’t enough, she had to have more. She was dying to be full of him, and she gasped, “Ben, that feels wonderful, but…”

He pulled back from her, only a little. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her heart jumping a little.

He kissed his way back up to her neck, his cock now aligned with her entrance. She gasped as the tip prodded against her, and his lips met hers in another deep kiss. Her hips arched almost involuntarily, begging for his cock. He took the hint, pushing himself slowly into her dripping wet pussy, never breaking the kiss.

They moaned in unison against each other’s mouths. Grace didn’t dare speak, lest those words should come roaring out of her, though they pounded in her brain in time with Ben’s rhythm, in time with the beating of their hearts: ‘I love you, I love you, I love you….’ Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

He began with a slow pace, steadily pushing into her, until the desire took him over, and he pulled back from her, tossing both her legs over one shoulder, and locking his arms around her thighs as he doubled the force of his thrusts. The sudden change of angles took her by surprise, and she cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm already approaching. She held it off as long as she could against his potent momentum, until finally she looked up at him, letting him know without words that she was close.

“Let it go,” he grunted. “I’m waiting for you, I want to cum with you.”

“Keep going, I’m almost there,” she whispered.

He sped up just a little, watching her intently. Her body froze, and she cried, “There it is, Ben, give it up – now!” Her orgasm rocked through her, paralyzing, electric. Immediately, as her muscles clamped down on his cock, Ben’s hold on his own orgasm released, and with a loud groan he emptied himself into her, their cries mingling together, echoing through the little office.

He collapsed on top of her, breathless, kissing her again and nuzzling against her. Her arms enveloped him, returning his kisses. She felt weightless, washed over with the intensity of his passion for her. She could feel the endorphins running through her blood, her pulse beating against the whole surface of her skin, his heart pounding against her.

Too much. Too much, but not enough.

“Oh, God…” she whispered.

“Just tell me,” he said softly.

“I can’t, Ben,” she replied, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t, not yet…”

“It’s okay.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll wait for you.”

“You’re too good, Ben. Too good to be true.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m human, too, you know.”

She stared at him. “Could we maybe…change the subject now?”

“I’m sorry, baby. Sure, we can change it. Let me…Oh, shit,” he said, suddenly laughing.

“What is it?”

He chuckled. “I’m still hard, and you’ve clamped down on me. You’re going to have to help me disengage.”

She giggled. “I didn’t know I clamped that hard.”

“Why do you think I can’t hold back an orgasm when you cum? You’re tight as a little drum. Now hold still…” He pulled back as far as he could, a good half of his cock still stuck in her. “Okay, now try to scoot back.”

She did as she was told, trying to relax her muscles. His cock was finally released with a small popping sound, bouncing up and slapping against his stomach.

Grace sniggered. “That was funny.”

He sat on the couch next to her, opening his arms to her. She fell against him and their arms wrapped around each other tightly. “So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She grinned.

He chuckled. “Ooh, I’ve got one. Did you talk to Sydney about our idea?”

“Oh, yeah!” she cried. She hadn’t even thought about Sydney since she walked into class. “Yes, I did, actually.”

“And how did he take it?”

“Believe it or not, he’s interested. We didn’t make any definite plans, because I told him I would talk to you again, but yeah, he is interested.”

“Very intriguing,” he mused. “You realize, of course, that if we do this, it’ll have to be off campus grounds.”

“Oh, of course,” she replied. “I was thinking maybe we’d take him to a hotel? Less risky for everybody, I think.”

“We’d have to arrive all at different times,” he said, pondering.

“You know what, fuck this, why don’t we call him and we can all coordinate?”

“Hey, good idea,” he agreed.

She kissed him one more time and hopped up, going to the desk phone. She dialed the extension to Sydney’s office, being fairly certain he would be there. After a couple of rings, it picked up. “Dr. Hargrove’s office,” the voice greeted.

“Hi, Sydney, it’s Grace,” she said with a smile.

“Well! Isn’t this a surprise! How are you?”

“I’m fine, I’m here with Ben and we were talking about…what you and I talked about the other day.”

“Oh, really,” he said, his interest audibly perking. “And what did you decide?”

“We’d like to meet you on neutral territory to carry out our plans,” she said, winking at Ben.

“Just tell me where to be.”

“Let me get a room reserved and I’ll call you back and give you the info. Okay?”

“Works for me. Will I see you tonight, then?” he asked.

“If I have it my way, we’ll all see each other.” She giggled.

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“Room 215. Got it?…Yeah, I’m on my way there right now…Okay, we’ll see you soon. Later.” Grace snapped her flip-phone shut and grinned at Ben. “He’s on his way.”

“Perfect. Let’s go ahead and get up to the room, then,” he replied.

“You go first. I don’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing us together. That’s the last thing anybody needs right now.”

He smiled at her. “Good thinking.” With a swift kiss on the cheek, he left for the outside staircase.

It’s not a bad little hotel, Grace thought to herself, surveying the area. It was kind of like one of those travel lodges in Florida that her mom used to take her to. Minus the palm trees and little lizards everywhere. Oh, if only Mother could see her now, she giggled to herself. Waiting at one of those hotels, for two of her college professors to systematically fuck her brains out – wouldn’t Mom be proud?

She figured enough time had passed, and she went up the little outside staircase, found the room, and slipped inside.

Ben was sitting on the bed, the phone to his ear. “Yeah, she just came in,” he was saying. “Come on up. Okay. Bye.” He plunked down the receiver and smiled at Grace. “That was Sydney,” he said. “He just pulled up.”

“Oh boy,” she said shakily, falling on top of the bed.

Ben laughed at her. “Is my little instigator getting nervous?” he teased.

“Yes, sir,” she replied. “I’ve never done this before. Thought about it, but…”

“I know. Me either. But something tells me we’ll be just fine.”

There was a knock at the door. Grace’s heart leapt into her throat.

Ben called, “Come in!”

The door creaked open, and Sydney’s face peered in. “Hello,” he said. He looked as nervous as Grace felt.

“Hey there,” Ben said, “come on in.”

Sydney stepped in, shutting the door behind him. “Hi, Grace,” he said quietly.

“Don’t look so scared, Sydney, you’re making me nervous,” she teased, patting the bed beside her.

He sat down next to her. “Aren’t you guys scared?” he asked.

“Sure we are,” Ben replied. “But, I’ve brought along a few things that may ease the tension a little bit.” He rose and made his way toward the little refrigerator, and produced two beers from it, tossing one to Sydney.

“Excellent,” Sydney said, popping the can open. “This will certainly help a little, thank you.” He downed half the can in one gulp.

“No problem. I’ve also brought…” He went this time to his overnight bag, from which he pulled something very small. With a mischievous grin, he tossed this item onto the bed as well. Grace and Sydney giggled when they realized that the item was a pair of Sex Dice. “Ta-da!” Ben cried.

“Woo-hoo,” Grace said, picking up one of the dice. There were commands on each of the sides, things like “Lick”, “Suck”, “Eat”, “Tease”, “Kiss”, and “Grope”. Sydney held the other die, examining the list of body parts on each side: “Breast”, “Nipple”, “Above Waist”, “Below Waist”, “Lips”, and a simple “?” on one side.

“This should be very interesting,” Sydney said.

“You want to play the game, then?” Ben asked.

“Sure!” Grace and Sydney agreed.

“Okay, here’s how you play.” He produced an empty beer bottle. “You’ve played Spin the Bottle, right?”

Nell gasped and heaved as she gulped air, her body limp and slumped on the wet mattress. She rolled over onto her back and looked up through bleary eyes at a scene she’d remember forever.

Young men were sprawled on the sofas or chairs, utterly drained. Alton McKenzie was slowly, gingerly trudging to the back bedroom to retrieve his clothes, so he could get dressed and head home for some much-needed rest.

After a few minutes, Sal and Terry drifted off to do the same, and Nell managed to lift herself painfully to her feet to see them off. Eventually, Brent had to leave as well.

That left Bruce, Charlie, Jay and James. Nell plopped down on the sofa amid this group, and they talked for quite awhile, listened to some music and the guys had a few beers to wind down.

They were all reluctant to bring the night to an end, but truthfully, there wasn’t much gas left in anyone’s tank for another round, although Nell had fun idly stroking whatever cocks happened to be sitting on either side of her.

Jay and James finally decided to head home sometime around 4 a.m., leaving Bruce and Charlie. She sat between them and they each kissed and nibbled on her for awhile, just playing as sleep began to wash over them.

Finally, Nell shook herself and stood up. Bruce was already dozing, and Charlie’s eyes had a real droop to them.

“Hey, you two, wake up,” Nell said softly, and both young men came around slightly. “Why don’t you guys come sleep with me in my bed rather than trying to drive home at this time of night. I’d feel a lot better knowing you weren’t out on the road in this condition.”

She was concerned about their safety, since they both had a fairly significant drive home, but she had a couple of other reasons for wanting them to stay. She loved having a man – or in this case men – sleep with her, and she’d genuinely enjoyed these two probably more than any of the others she’d had that night.

“And besides,” Nell said with a twinkle in her eyes and a swish of her butt. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more for breakfast that two big hard cocks.”

Bruce and Charlie spent a thoroughly blissful slumber on Nell’s waterbed, with their favorite former teacher lying between them.

They did indeed enjoy the breakfast of champions when they awoke, around noon. After coffee and biscuits, followed by a sexy shower together, Bruce lay back on Nell’s bed, his big cock aimed at the ceiling.

Nell slid her sore, but still-game cunt on his cock, then opened her butt cheeks open to expose her red, swollen anus, which Charlie lubed up and fucked hard. Bruce and Charlie then enjoyed an encore fuck that finally sent Nell to one final crashing orgasm.

When they had dressed and left, Nell Fairchild slumped against her front door and smiled. She was sore all over, she was physically drained, and she looked a wreck.

But her smile was a devilish smile of pure satisfaction, of her long-held lust sated after so many years of holding it in. Her teacher’s pets had proven to be everything she could have hoped for and more.

And she knew, over time, that they would all find a way to make the 250-mile drive from Smallwood to her new home for another chance to fuck the one woman they never thought they could have.

The other two chorused their assent.

“It’s kind of like that, only you spin the bottle to see who your ‘victim’ is, and then you roll the dice to see what you’re going to do to your ‘victim.’ No one does anything they aren’t comfortable with, and if you roll the same thing on two different people, you can re-roll. Any questions?”

“What if you roll to kiss Sydney?” Grace teased.

“Like I said, no one does anything they’re uncomfortable with. I don’t mind kissing Sydney, but I think I’d draw the line at the waist.”

“Fair enough,” Sydney replied.

“Okay, who spins first?”

“Ooh, me!” Grace cried.

Ben chuckled. “Okay, here you go.” He tossed the bottle to her.

She placed the bottle in the center of the bed as the two men positioned themselves in more of a circle fashion around the bottle. She spun the bottle, and it pointed to Ben. “Go figure,” Grace said. She rolled the dice: “Tease Above Waist.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she giggled, leaning into Ben. She licked and nibbled at his neck, finally settling on his ear, as he fought back a moan. Grace sat down again, giggling, and Ben muttered, “Not fair, not fair,” as he blinked the room back into focus.

“Well, now it’s your turn,” she replied. He picked up the bottled and spun, and it pointed to Grace. He gave an evil cackle as he rolled the dice, and they read: “Lick Nipple.”

“Oh, no,” Grace laughed, and Ben attacked her, knocking her over amid her frantic giggling, and raised up her shirt and bra so that Sydney could see her plump breasts.

“Aren’t they gorgeous, Sydney?” he whispered.

“They’re beautiful,” Sydney agreed.

Ben took one breast in each hand and licked first one, then the other, alternating between them, sucking and flicking the nipples. Grace’s legs spread involuntarily, and now Sydney had a clear view of her panty-clad pussy beneath her short skirt. His cock began to twitch, already half-erect.

Abruptly, Ben sat back up again. “Okay, Sydney, your turn,” he said slyly.

“Oh, you big teasing motherfucker,” Grace growled. The guys laughed at her.

Sydney spun the bottle, and it landed on Grace again. “Who’d a thunk,” Grace muttered as he rolled the dice: “Lick lips.”

“Lick lips?” Grace scoffed. “That’s kind of cheesy.”

“Ah, but it doesn’t say WHICH lips to lick,” Ben pointed out, winking at Sydney.

“Excellent point, professor,” Sydney said, grinning.

“Uh-oh,” Grace giggled. Sydney crawled toward her, pushing her over onto her back, and lifted up her skirt. He nibbled the inside of each thigh before he began sucking on her pussy through her panties. He pushed the panties aside and began to lick her little pink lips, deftly dodging her clit, but managing to dip his tongue quickly inside her a few times.

“God, she’s sweet,” he said to Ben. “I haven’t gotten a chance to eat her yet.”

Ben had been rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants. “You haven’t?” Ben said incredulously. “That is a crying shame. Well, since you’re down there, you might as well get the full effect, right?”

“I’d be inclined to agree,” Sydney replied.

Grace piped up. “Hey, what about – ”

“You be quiet,” Ben snapped, letting her know he was in control now. “You don’t get a say tonight. You get to be the whore for your teachers; that was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Shut up and take it.” Ben winked at Sydney to let him know he was in role-play mode right now, and Sydney smiled in understanding. He turned back to the pussy in front of him, full-throttle now, burying his face in her and provoking loud moans from her.

Ben released his fully erect cock from his pants through the zipper, and walked with his knees over the bed, poising his cock at her lips. “Take it,” he growled. “Take it all the way down your throat, and no hands.”

She opened her mouth for him, and he pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged a bit, and on impulse, reached up to push him back. He slapped her hand away, shouting, “I said no hands!”

She moaned in apology, and in pleasure, as his cock moved in and out of her mouth, the swollen head running along her tongue, and the heat in her pussy doubled as she felt herself penetrated by two of Sydney’s fingers. Her whole being opened up for the both of them, her pussy stretching around its intruder, her mouth opening wider for Ben’s thick cock.

Ben watched her hips arch against Sydney’s mouth, his own cock getting harder at the sight of her enthusiasm. He could see the tent in Sydney’s pants, and he thought he’d better move this show along a little more quickly, before they all came too early. He withdrew his cock from Grace’s mouth and said, “I think she wants more, Sydney.”

Sydney flicked at her clit a few more times and replied, “I think you might be right.”

Grace’s heart pounded. It was coming, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was only moments away to being filled to the brim with cock.

Ben hopped down from the bed and returned to his overnight bag. She heard him shuffling around in it, and after a moment he produced a pair of handcuffs.

“Sir, please,” Grace moaned.

“If I have to tell you one more time to shut the fuck up, I’m beating you senseless, do you understand me?” he snapped.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now give me your hands.” He cuffed her to the bedpost quickly, and then tossed a condom to Sydney. “Don’t worry,” Ben said, “I brought plenty.”

Sydney chuckled, undressing. “So did I.”

“Good, maybe we’ll just fuck her till she passes out, then,” Ben said grinning.

“Sounds good to me.”

“You first,” Ben invited.

Sydney rolled the condom over his cock, and then mounted her, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was sopping wet from his saliva, from her own anticipation. He opened her up a little more with three fingers, as she bucked against them, silently begging for someone, anyone to fill her with cock. He withdrew his fingers and poised his cock at the entrance, shoving into her with one bold thrust, hitting her directly in the G-spot. Her body froze and she cried, “Jesus, God, holy fuck!”

But where was Ben? She heard him rummaging through that damn bag again as Sydney pounded into her. She felt Ben crawling back toward the bed, and suddenly a darkness descended over her, and she felt Ben tying a blindfold around her head. “Now you’ll have to guess who’s who,” he said chuckling. “And don’t say a word, bitch; I’d hate to have to gag you, too.”

She obeyed, hearing Sydney’s devious sniggers. His cock rammed into her steadily, and she felt the tip of Ben’s cock at her lips again. She took it in her mouth without hesitation, swallowing it whole, doing her best to keep herself steady against Sydney’s thrusts.

Suddenly she felt herself emptied of both cocks, and whimpered a weak protest. Then another cock filled her pussy – Ben’s, she knew – and a pair of hands slowly explored her body, roaming over her breasts and thighs. That continued on for a few moments, until they switched places again, and then again, and again, until all she knew was the sensation of being filled, pumped, and emptied, over and over again. Finally, Ben – the firm grip on her hips and his own sighs of pleasure gave him away – plunged deeply into her while Sydney took a place at her side. Ben lifted her hips higher, and suddenly she felt a tongue flicking over her clit while that cock moved in and out of her. “Oh, god!” she cried, straining against the handcuffs and trying to open herself wider for them.

“Ooh, I think she likes that,” she heard Ben say.

The tongue sped up, and she cried out again.

“Yeah, she likes that,” Ben’s voice said. “She likes getting raped by two teachers, don’t you, you little slut?”

“Oh, yes, Sir, I love it!” she cried.

“You gonna cum, bitch?”

“Oh, please, Sir, may I?”

“Go right ahead,” he chuckled. “Sydney, you just keep doing what you’re doing, there, buddy.”

“No problem,” Sydney agreed, continuing his assault on her clit.

Sensation rocked her entire body, her clit buzzing with pleasure, her pussy quivering around Ben’s cock. She felt the orgasm building inside her, and her breath quickened to short-frantic gasps.

“Here it comes,” Ben whispered, taking hold of her waist.

At that very instant, she came in a torrent of screams, the electrifying climax bursting through her. Ben and Sydney did their best to hold on to her, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, she cried, “Stop! Stop! No more, please, no more…”

“Let her breathe for a minute,” Ben chuckled, pulling out of her.

“Not too long, though,” Sydney replied, “I want a piece of that tight little ass.” He prodded her asshole with a finger, and she yelped.

“Ben, I can’t see,” she whimpered.

“I know you can’t see.”

“I’d like to be able to see, Sir,” she said.

“Well, all right. I’m going to uncuff you, too, because you’ll need to be on your knees for this.”

He undid her blindfold, the light flooding back into her eyes, and undid her handcuffs, her shoulders now stiff. She didn’t have time to take in the scene of the two men, naked and erect, surrounding her, because Ben grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. His hands examined her ass, squeezing the plump cheeks, spreading it open. “We’ll both do something we’ve not done with her before tonight, Syd,” Ben said. “I haven’t fucked this ass of hers yet.”

“Well, by all means, you should be the first to try it out,” Sydney said. He was rolling a new condom over his cock.

Ben bent down and began to lick her asshole, dipping his tongue in and out quickly, as she raised and wiggled her ass, inviting him in. She felt something cold running over her hole, like water, and she realized Ben had brought lube with him. Jesus, she thought, what did he do, stop at the sex shop before he came here? Didn’t matter, she was glad he’d brought the lube. He rubbed his cock against her, between her ass cheeks, spreading the lube around. He bent down and kissed her between her shoulder blades, whispering in her ear, “Are you ready for this?”

“Ready? I can’t wait any longer, Ben, I want you both inside me…”

“Brace yourself,” he muttered. He spread her cheeks again and pushed himself slowly into her tight ass. They let out a cry in unison.

“Now that is hot,” Sydney whispered.

Ben’s breath came in short gasps, his cock on fire with lust as her ass clamped down on it. He was still, utterly still, waiting for her to relax and adjust to him. After a few deep breaths, he felt her loosen, opening to his invasion.

“Oh, Christ,” she moaned, bending herself to give him better access.

“That’s it; you can take it now, can’t you?” he whispered.

“I got it, Ben, don’t worry…You’re not hurting me.”

“Yet.”

She rubbernecked, turning sharply toward him, her eyes wide. He chuckled and winked at both Grace and Sydney. Relaxing, Grace turned back to the pillow under her chest, burying her face in it and crying out as Ben shoved himself deeper still.

Sydney, meanwhile, worked a hand under her thigh, inching toward her pussy. He managed to curl two fingers into her dripping wet cunt as Ben increased his rhythm in her ass. “Oh, Jesus, Sydney!” Grace screamed as she felt herself filled in both holes, the contrasting rhythms making her whole body hum with pleasure.

“Oh, hey, it gets better,” Sydney taunted, rising up onto his knees and pushing his cock through her lips, keeping his fingers buried inside her.

She was overwhelmed with sensation, with the feel of being completely filled, every orifice stuffed, Ben’s grip on her hips, Sydney’s hand full of her hair, his fingers buried in her pussy, their rocking the bed, and herself unable to do anything but take it, feel it, love it. Sweat began to drip onto her back and on her face from both men. The bed rocked as they developed a steady cadence – as Ben pushed into her ass, her mouth was pushed further down Sydney’s cock, and as Ben pulled away, her mouth was also emptied, emitting a cry of pleasure. Meanwhile Sydney kept his fingers still, and their motion forced her to ride them.

Her orgasm began to build, but just as it reached a certain breaking point, Ben stopped his motion, signaling to Sydney to stop, too. Grace let out a cry of protest.

This time it was Sydney who snapped, “Shut up.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed. Sydney grinned at him.

“You’ve forgotten the whole point of this little get-together,” Ben said to Grace, lying on his back next to her. “You wanted to be the whore, remember? You wanted my cock in your pussy, and Sydney’s in your ass. That’s what you told me you wanted, remember?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, looking over at him to see that he was busy wiping down his cock with a warm wash cloth.

“And I told you there was no way he was going to fuck your ass before I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well,” he said, tossing the rag aside, “I’ve had my turn. Now it’s Sydney’s.” He unwrapped a condom, since he couldn’t be sure his cock was completely clean, and unrolled it over his shaft. “Get up here and straddle me. Do not sit on this cock until Sydney’s is buried to the balls in your ass, you got that?”

“Yes, Sir, I won’t,” she promised, rising up to her knees. She mounted him, straddling him high on his waist and raising her ass up for Sydney, who scooted up behind her, between Ben’s spread legs. Grace felt the tip of his cock nudge at her asshole, which was still a little sore from Ben’s pounding. Ben’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, and suddenly in that embrace she felt warm and protected, yet inescapably ensnared.

Gradually, Sydney’s cock wormed its way into her stretched asshole, and she yelped as it did so, with Ben still holding her steady. With a loud groan, Sydney pushed further, bottoming out inside her ass. “Jesus, she’s still tight,” he choked out, eyes wide.

“She’s resilient like that,” Ben chuckled. “But I wonder if her little cunt is still tight after the thrashing we gave it?”

“Only one way to find out,” Sydney replied, pulling Grace down toward Ben’s cock. It pushed its way into her pussy, fighting against the inward bulge of Sydney’s dick through the thin separating tissue. Grace froze again, her body reacting to the powerful over stimulation, her mind going completely blank and her vision fading slightly. Ben’s voice came through her mental haze, “Grace! Grace, stay with us, you’ve got to relax, I can’t get in.”

Her eyes searched his face blankly. “It’s too good, Ben, It…I can’t…Too good…”

His hands reached up to take her face between them, forcing her to look at him. “It’s about to get better, baby, you can do this, you can handle it. Just a few more inches, baby, you can take it. Come back to us, Grace, we’ve got you, we’re not going to hurt you, you know that, right?”

She nodded, subconsciously pushing herself further down Ben’s dick. He arched his hips up, trying to help her.

“That’s it, baby,” he cheered. “You got it, you can do it…” Slowly she worked her way further down, until he was buried to the hilt inside her, both cocks now completely submerged. The threesome let out a long moan in unison at being completely joined together.

“Good job, baby!” Ben cried.

“Fuck me,” she snarled. “Just fuck me, both of you, fuck me!”

Sydney looked over Grace’s shoulder at Ben, who shrugged and grinned. “You got it, babe,” Ben said, and immediately they both took hold of her and delivered the most unwaveringly magnificent fuck of her entire life. The two men she most enjoyed in bed, each pounding a different hole, stuffing her full of cock; they were relentless, unyielding, skilled, and formidable. Powerful, potent lovers, the both of them. They developed a rhythm like engine pistons – one goes in, the other goes out, and so on – and again, Grace was left with nothing but to welcome their invasions, releasing herself to them utterly. Much as she was the creator of their desire, she was now the receptacle of their lust. In one quick, shining instant, she loved them both completely.

But when she opened her eyes (when had she closed them, she wondered?), it was Ben’s face she saw, contorted with desire and with the oncoming orgasm threatening to lurch for him. She was certain her face was just as strained, but she locked eyes with him and held his gaze, reaching up to trace his jaw line, even as the two cocks pummeled in and out of her, rocking her entire body. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she mouthed the words, “I love you.”

His eyes widened, and he returned her gesture, reaching up for her and cupping her cheek in his hand. He mouthed back, “I love you, too.”

Sydney could not have picked a better instant to croak, “Guys, I’m close…”

And Ben: “So am I…”

Grace: “Me too…”

And the three voices raised to a cacophony, as no one knew who was saying what, and all three voices became the same voice: “Just keep going…I’m going, you hold still…Oh, shit, that’s good…Here it is…Wait, wait for me…Together, can we…I’m there, guys!…Shit, there it is…Now! Now! NOW!”

They exploded in unison, Grace holding perfectly still as the two men delivered their final thrusts into her worn body, their cum filling every inch of her stretched ass, her well-used pussy, and running back down and out again, back over their cocks, mixed with her juices. Their final screams and sighs subsided, and while Sydney withdrew himself from Grace’s ass with a small little popping sound, Grace remained in her place on top of Ben, his half-hard cock still buried in her, and they could do nothing but stare at each other, both frightened and elated by the three words that came tumbling so freely out of Grace’s mouth.

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“Well,” Sydney said, “I can’t say it hasn’t been fun.” He was fully dressed and standing by the hotel room door, ready to leave. Grace had hopped into the shower, and the men could hear the water running, along with a little whistling and singing.

Ben laughed outright. “I’m impressed with you, Hargrove; I didn’t expect you to be such a sex god.”

Sydney blushed. “Hey, well, what can I say? The geek act gets me a lot of chicks sometimes.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I just can’t seem to shake this shyness thing. Talking to girls scares the fuck out of me.”

“Well, you handled the situation very well, Syd. Couldn’t have done it better if I had cloned myself.”

It was Sydney’s turn to laugh. “Well, it was all for Grace, right?” He smiled brightly.

Ben’s smile faded only a little. “Anything for Grace, Syd. Anything.”

Sydney clapped Ben on the shoulder, looking him directly in the eye. “You have an amazing woman, Foster. Don’t let her get away. And if you ever, ever want me out of the picture, just say the word.”

“Thanks, Sydney. And don’t worry; I would if it bothered me.”

Sydney smiled again. “I better get out of here. Got a class at eight a.m.”

“I do not envy you. My first class isn’t until eleven.”

“Wanna switch degrees?”

Ben laughed again. “I’ll see you later, man.”

Sydney ducked out of the room just as the water was shutting off in the shower. Grace emerged only moments later, a towel around her torso, and another towel in her hands, squeezing her hair.

Ben grinned at her. “You look gorgeous.”

She laughed. “I figured I better get cleaned up before I head back to the dorms. Wouldn’t want someone to ask who’d been fucking me senseless.” She winked at him.

“No, I guess you wouldn’t want that.” He crossed the room to sit on the bed. Looking up at her, he reached out his hand. “Grace.”

She dropped the towel from her head and took his hand. He pulled her down next to him.

“I have a few questions for you,” he said. “I’m trying to process everything, so please don’t be offended if I sound…robotic.”

She grew serious. “Okay, I’m listening.”

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