Dex and the Twins at College Ch. 15

She was making progress as my orgasm built higher. She smiled at me around my shaft. She knew she was getting there. She pulled off again to catch her breath. Again, my cock was soaked with her saliva. She obviously liked sloppy blow jobs. I didn't mind, but from my limited experience, not many women were fans of sloppy blow jobs.

She pulled herself up higher and released the base of my cock and pulled my shaft between her huge tits. I grinned at her. This should be fun. She tucked my cock between her volleyball sized fun-bags and clamped her hands to her side boobs and pushed all that tit-flesh tightly to my cock. She started the action my using her hands to drive her tits up and down. Not much of my big cock poked up from her cleavage on the downstroke.

I felt my orgasm rushing in on me and my muscles tightened from my toes to my face. She was amused by the contortions on my face as she increased the pace of her tit-fuck. It built higher and I couldn't yet tell exactly when I'd blow but it was soon. My lungs felt like they were in my throat as I held my breath. I built higher.

Suddenly, I was spewing cum up through her cleavage to splatter on her neck and chin. She pulled her face away and let her tits go as she grabbed at my cock. Another huge stream of cum blasted across her tits and then up across her face as she got control of my cock. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, presumably at the power and sheer quantity in each cum-shot. She struggled her lips over my knob, but not before the next shot rocketed up the left side of her nose, into her right eye and up into her hair. She muttered, "Jesus Christ!" and successfully got her lips on the knob to take the rest of my load. She swallowed in face-pinching gulps when she had to.

When she was sure I was done, she pulled back and looked at my cock. It wasn't going down like she'd expected. She looked up at me and gave a pinched smile and then her attention was back on my cock. She began stroking it again as she looked to Dr. Jaffrey, who was intently watching with her phone pressed to her ear. From my higher vantage point, I could see that Issabella was masturbating with her free hand. She motioned with her phone hand for Meaghan to keep going and went back to her fake phone call.

With no further instructions from the Doctor, than to keep going, Meaghan apparently decided to do this her way. She stretched out her lips from side to side and massaged her cheeks. She stood up and stripped off her skirt and pulled her panties over her ample hips and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of both. Her black bush was neatly trimmed and glistened with her wetness. She looked down at me and then over to the Doctor, who was nodding for her to continue. She grinned and crawled her legs over mine and sat down on my upper thighs. She pulled my hard cock off my stomach and back to her sex. She lifted herself on her knees but couldn't get high enough. She pulled one leg up to place her foot by my hips and then used that leg to lift herself high enough to push my cock through to her pussy. She dragged my knob along her erect clitoris in the process and she groaned hard and writhed her body.

Meaghan kept herself perched on the end of my cock and then she looked down at my smiling face and slowly dropped herself on to my cock. Her mouth fell open as her beautiful golden eyes pinched shut. She muttered, "Oh my gggawwwddd," and when she hit her depth, she muttered, "Fuck. What a cock." I heard Dr. Jaffrey giggled at Meaghan's mutterings.

I didn't have to reach very far to get my hands on her boobs and she reacted to my touch. I caressed her hard nipples and she whimpered as she began fucking me. I rolled my hips into her as she dropped herself. She started out slow but was in a normal fucking rhythm in moments. She slammed herself on and then slowly withdrew only to immediately repeat the action.

As she fucked me, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. I could see it in her eyes that she liked what she saw. She ran her hands from my shoulders to my pectorals and through the peaks and valleys of my ripped abs. She moaned and twisted her body to change up her action. She was milking my cock with her vaginal muscles and it was having an affect on me. I cupped her tits and lifted them up so I could suckle on her nipples. She grinned and nodded as she knew what I was planning.

After a couple minutes, Meaghan pulled back off my cock and turned around in a reverse cowgirl position and pushed herself back on again. She groaned hard as she descended to her depth. I was as hard as ever as she furious began thrusting herself forward and back. I could see the tension building in her and moments later, she started thrashing all over my lap. I cupped her tits to hold her in place.

Her pussy clenched on my cock for a long time as she continued her motion. Then she mumbled, "Oh fuck. Here comes another one. OOOOHHHH JJJEESSUSSSSS." Her sex clamped hard on my cock. She took two more trips up and down my cock and then pulled back and her 'squirt' erupted in a long six-foot stream across the room toward the office door. She screamed as she fell back to my chest. Her hands went to her sex to cover the jet of fluid and only changed it into a wide spray that soaked everything.

Dr. Jaffrey was astonished and she abandoned her fake phone call and set the phone on her desk. Both of her hands went to her sex as she leaned heavily back in her chair. Her eyes never left Meaghan's thrashing body in my lap.

Meaghan screamed several times. She knew what was happening and she was thrilled with the intensity of it. My lower body was soaked. My cock had slapped into Meaghan's pussy when she pulled her body up onto my stomach. It was the first thing to get soaked by her 'squirt'.

I had been close to my orgasm when Meaghan began her 'squirt'. Now my cock was flailing around in the air with no attention. I tried to reach for it, but Meaghan's hips blocked my attempts. I groaned out, "Fuck. I'm almost there." Meaghan had regained her senses and she grabbed my cock and pulled her legs up so her knees were on her tits and guided my rigid cock to her anus. She groaned and flinched as she eased herself on until my fatty was inside of her.

Dr. Jaffrey let out a loud groan which caught our attention. She was thrashing her body in her chair. Her eyes were pinched shut and her mouth and fallen open. She was obviously having a self-induced orgasm. My attention returned to the task at hand and I rolled my hips forward, driving my cock deep in Meaghan's ass. Her groans turned to a screech as I was fully imbedded. In her position, there wasn't much she could do to help. I rolled my hips back and pulled my cock out to the ridge at her sphincter and rolled forward again. The tightness and heat were incredible and my orgasm was back on me again.

As my cock hardened in preparation for my climax, Meaghan flinched and groaned out, "Oh my fucking ggawwd. It's getting even bigger. You'll rip me in two." Cum boiled out of my balls and launched up my shaft into her ass. She felt it coming and she began humping in my lap as I snapped my hips forward, driving my cock deep in her ass with each surge of cum. After a couple shots, Meaghan exploded into another vaginal orgasm. I could feel the pulsing. Then she went still after I finished. My cock randomly pulsed in her ass but there was no indication that I was softening. I thought maybe she had passed out; she was so still. Her sphincter muscle reflexively tightened each time my cock pulsed.

As we sat there collecting out breathes, Dr. Jaffery was busy diddling herself into another orgasm. Meaghan and I both watched Issabella writhe through it. Then Meaghan turned her head to look back at me and said, "It's not getting any smaller is it?" I shook my head and rolled my hips back to pull my cock from her gaping wide rosebud. She reached down to feel how big her ass-hole was and she gasped as she flailed her finger around. "Jesus Christ. I hope that doesn't stay like that. It feels like I could parallel park my car in there." She giggled and I laughed.

"you'll be just fine," I said.

She let go of her legs that she had been holding against her tits and she stretched them out before she rolled her body up and then lifted her leg across my body and stood up. She looked down at my pulsing cock and said, "I don't know what else to do. Another blow job maybe? My lips are going to fall off."

I decided that we had fucked with Meaghan enough and I said, "I think I'm going to be fine. The pain is gone at least." She smiled at that and headed for Issabella's office bathroom and came back with a big wad of wet paper towels and knelt down in front of me again and washed my cock clean before pushing her lips as far down my shaft as she could. She lashed her tongue all around as she pulled herself back up and off. She used a pile of dry paper towels to dry off her 'squirt' from my thighs to my feet. She turned to look at the wet path across the carpet and said, "Sorry, Dr. Jaffrey. I made a mess." Dr. Jaffrey didn't respond

Issabella faked the end of her call as she pulled herself up in her chair. I had to chuckle because she didn't even have the cellphone in her hand. She got out of her chair and came toward us. She offered her hand to Meaghan to help her stand and said, "Fantastic job Meaghan. Thank you so much. He is out of immediate danger."

Meaghan scooped up her clothes and held them to her huge bust and smiled down at me as she said, "The pleasure was all mine." She turned and carried her clothes out and closed the door behind her. Issabella waited a moment and then stifled a laugh. I chuckled too, but I felt that pang of guilt again.

Issabella stopped laughing and gazed down at my hard-on. The sultry look on her face told me that she was next. In a throaty, lusty voice she said, "Look at you. Two orgasms down and still standing. The perfect man." She just stood there in front of me and then she started unbuttoning her blouse. She said, "It just wouldn't be right to let you leave in that condition."

I grinned at Issabella and said, "That's what I came for." She gave me a lusty smile and pulled her blouse off. She wore a front clasp bra, which she promptly disposed of. She ran her hands over her tits and moaned from her own touch. Then she dropped her hands to her waist and unzipped her tight skirt and let it fall to the floor. She had discarded her panties somewhere along the line, or she had never had any on. Her sex was soaking wet and she ran her index finger through the petals of her labia and flinched when she touched her clitoris. Other than her high heels, she was naked and I marveled at her body as my cock surged up off my stomach.

Instead of coming to me, she went to her desk. She pushed everything on top of her desk into a corner to clear it. She motioned for me to come to her and I did. She took my cock in her hand as soon as I was close enough and then she stretched up and kissed me with considerable passion. Then she maneuvered me up to the middle of her desk on my back. She never let go of my hard-on. She climbed up and maneuvered herself on top of me in a sixty-nine position and inhaled my cock. I groaned hard as I sucked the petals of her outer labia to my lips. She groaned and reacted by driving her lips down my cock to the base. She fondled my balls with one hand. She lashed my cock with her tongue as she pulled her lips up my shaft. Her blow job was mind-blowing. She sure knew her business.

I released her labia and slowly pushed my rolled tongue deep in her pussy and she moaned with my cock deep in her mouth. I reached up and pushed my thumb into her anus to the knuckle. She flinched and moaned but kept on sucking my cock. I changed up my attack and flicked my tongue on her sensitive clitoris. She pulled her pussy away but put it right back. I changed frequently and she rolled hard into another orgasm. This one was harder and pleased her more than her self-induced orgasms. She stopped her blow job while she throbbed through her orgasm and then she started a furious deep-throat blow job. I didn't want to cum in her mouth. I wanted to be sure I could fuck her. That's really what I came for and I knew that's what she really wanted too. I rolled my body to the side and my cock pulled from her lips. She coughed and cleared her throat. She rolled to her back on the desk and I pulled her legs so her pussy was at the edge. I was the perfect height as I didn't need to stoop or get up on my toes to push my cock into her. She pulled her legs up and put her ankles on my shoulders. Her flushed face looked up at me with a sultry smile and said, "Don't cum inside. I want your cum on my tits so I can smell it all day." I grinned and started sawing my cock in and out as I held on to her knees. She gritted her teeth and pushed the back of her head to the desktop and lifted her hips to change the angle of my cock in her vagina.

I was surprised to feel another orgasm churning in my balls and I recognized the tension building in her body. She was going to blow again and I hurried to catch up. When she stuffed her hand to her mouth to stifle a shriek, her pussy clamped on my cock and I let myself go. We were both gasping loudly as her clenching vagina pulled that first rope of cum out of me. Then I remembered that she wanted it on her tits. She was about to remind me when I pulled out of her and jerked my cock as hard and fast as I could and blew the rest of the steady streams of cum onto her chest. It splattered and sprayed her face and hair too. She blocked the splatter with her hands and then ran her fingers through the pearly, white goo on her chest. She giggled and said, "Perfect."

I pulled my cock after the final shot and noticed that this time, my cock was softening. Issabella raised her head to see if I was still hard. She acted like she was disappointed to see it incrementally get softer. She smiled as she rubbed my cum into her tits. I smiled as I thought of her working the rest of the day, occasionally pulling her blouse out to waft the odor to her nose.

She offered her hand and I helped her up to sit on the edge of her desk. She leaned forward and inhaled my softening cock and lashed it with her tongue. She pulled off and smacked her lips before she muttered, "mmmmm". She jumped down off the desk and collected her clothes. I did the same. We dressed and she went back to her chair. She said, "How long can you stay. I'd love to take you to dinner and suck your cock under the table. She fluffed her blouse and deeply inhaled.

I laughed at her antics and said, "I'd love to but I have a dinner date tonight." She frowned for an instant and then she came to me and pressed her body to mine and kissed me. I could smell the odor of my cum. It didn't have the same affect on me as it did on her. She broke our embrace and looked up at me and said, "How about a late lunch. I'm starving." I smiled and nodded. I went to the office door and stepped out while Issabella grabbed her coat and purse. The waiting room was empty. I guess Meaghan had gone to lunch. I had wanted to thank her for her concern and care.

Issabella locked her office door and we went to her new black Porsche 911 Cabriolet. She drove it like it was meant to be driven, full out. She shifted through the gears, driving the 640 horses, like she was racing at Le Mans. I think she was trying scare me but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. I braced myself between the center console and the passenger door. We were at the restaurant in minutes. I could tell she was exhilarated as we went inside. The Maître d' smiled and said, "Dr. Jaffrey. It's good to see you. Your usual table?" She smiled and nodded and he escorted us to a private table in the back. I noticed that the linen tablecloths dropped only a foot or so over the top. No getting a blow job under the table today. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time.

We had a light lunch with a drink. She wanted to know how my Mom and Dad were doing. She was pleased to see how Dad had taken to cunnilingus and butt-fucking as well as he had. I joked that I was kind of sorry that he had because those were my job before. She laughed and nodded and joked that she was sorry to screw things up for me. We both laughed.

She drove the same way to get back to her office. She spotted a Police car and fishtailed using her emergency brake to drift onto a cross-street and hoped that he hadn't seen her. Apparently, he hadn't. He didn't give chase. He probably figured he couldn't catch her anyway.

We kissed and hugged in the parking lot. She thanked me for taking time in my busy schedule to visit her. She reached inside her coat and fluffed her blouse to get a whiff of cum. She inhaled deeply and said, "I'll be thinking of you all day. I may have to call Meaghan in for some more 'training'. She loves pussy as much as cock." She grinned and I couldn't tell if she was being truthful or just fucking with me. I left it alone and promised to visit again the next time I was home. I asked her to thank Meaghan for me.

She grinned and said, "She's probably watching the video recording and masturbating right now." She giggled at the horrified look on my face and continued, "I'm just kidding." She threw me an air-kiss as she walked to her office building. I got in my car wondering if she really was kidding. I started my car and drove out of the parking lot. I wondered what it was like to drive a powerful car, like Issabella's Porsche, like she did. It had to be invigorating.

I hit the highway driving like granny and was at Sylvia's apartment an hour later. I figured that it would have been twenty minutes if Issabella had been driving. I waited in the building lobby for the elevator with a gorgeous red-head. She was wearing heavy makeup, a long mid-calf cashmere coat and stilettos. She was tall and my guess was that she was thin. She smiled up at me as we waited together. She had a nice smile. Her eyes were emerald green, which contrasted with her red hair. My little head liked what it saw and lifted himself up for a better look pushing on my pantleg. I was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, so there was no way I was covering my arousal with anything except my hands and that would have been a dead giveaway. I turned my body slightly away from her.

The elevator arrived and I motioned for her to step on. With her back to me I took the opportunity to make a quick adjustment in my pants, but I was still fumbling with my erection when she turned around to face the door as I stepped on. She looked down and then up at my face. I don't know how red my face was, but I could feel the heat.

My hasty attempt to pull my cock up under my zipper left my erection pointing toward my left hip and I didn't have to look to know that it was obvious. I would have just left it alone except for the pain. She was standing near the right rear corner, so I moved to the back-left corner and turned to face the door as it hissed shut.

After a few seconds she said in a husky, sensual voice, "What floor?" Only then did I realize that neither of us had pressed a button and the elevator hadn't moved. She was moving forward toward the bank of unlit buttons, so, figuring that she was going to select hers and my floors, I stayed where I was. She got to the control panel and turned around to face me. She glanced down at my pants again and with considerable sensuality, she started unbuttoning her coat. I was seeing a lot of skin as she went and when she unfastened the last one, she eased open her coat and she was wearing a red shelf-bra that exposed her entire rack, which was impressive. A double-D, at least. Below her slim waist was a matching garter belt cradled by her slender hips. She wore no panties and her red pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart. She held open her coat and stood in a model pose. She pursed her lips at me and said again, "What floor?"