Audrey & Harry Ch. 02

This is a fantasy, everyone's eighteen, don't try this at home ;) You get it, enjoy.

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God, this has to be a dream. A filthy, taboo wonder-scape dreamed up my my lust-addled mind. It doesn't feel real; slumped on my knees, arms wrapped around his warm thighs, my mouth swimming with the vibrant taste of his orgasm, my teenage sex burning with need, my mind lost in a haze of lust and desire as I gaze up at my teacher, his huge dark cock hanging beside my face.

And he looks back down at me, wearing a deviant half-smile full of all his twisted intentions.

I know exactly what he wants to do to me, I can see it in his umber eyes. And I'm going to let him, I'm going to let him use me in any way he sees fit, and my entire body is trembling with anticipation. I shift my gaze sideways to his cock, half soft where it rests against his inner thigh, shining glans poking from his dark hood.

It's going to happen. I'm taking that thing inside me, every inch is going to stretch and fill my virgin cunt, and nothing is going to stop me.

Although if Harry has anything to say about it, I'd wager he'd be more than happy to shunt me to second place. He climbs to his feet, confident in his movements, no hint of that shy, meek side of him as he steps up and plants his lips against Mr Davis', one hand on his barrel chest. Our teacher tenses for a moment, then wraps an arm around him, gripping his back and dragging him against him like he weighs nothing at all.

I'm caught between them, Mr Davis' softening monster pressed against my cleavage, sticky head nudging between my tits, still glazed with his seed. Harry's rock hard erection thrusts into my neck. I smile, savouring the warmth of their hot bodies grinding against me as they kiss, then reluctantly sidle out. I tug Harry's shorts down, and he steps out of them, then follow with Mr Davis' trousers. I run my hands up their legs, Harry's long and slender and coated in fine blonde hairs, Mr Davis' firm like tree-trunks. He grabs Harry's ass and drags him in, mashing their cocks together, Harry's thrusting up against his stomach. I nudge them back apart and curl my fingers around each of them, gripping their warm shafts and raising Mr Davis' so it thrusts upwards. They grind into one another, their cocks wedged together, Mr Davis' dark behemoth dwarfing Harry's.

I lean in, squeezing between them, and flick my tongue over both of them at once, sliding it wetly up their shafts, to where Harry's satiny glans barely nudges the base of Mr Davis' bulbous head. I lap at them together, swirling my tongue slickly over them, and try to wrap my lips around both at once.

I can't quite manage it, even when I grasp their cocks and drag them to my mouth, rubbing their silky heads against one another as I lash my tongue over them, planting them with wet, sloppy kisses. I begin licking up one rigid shaft and down the other, my fingers sliding around to grip both of their asses. I can feel Mr Davis growing harder again already, throbbing against my lips.

Harry turns a little, and his cock springs off its black counterpart, thrusting at me. I open my mouth, swallowing him in and working my mouth back and forth, sliding the soft seal of my lips along his rigid warmth. I blow him with sloppy abandon, and slide my fingers into the cleft of his ass, finding the rubbery star of his anus and softly tickling the sensitive flesh. He groans above me, and I moan about his cock as it twitches and pulsates in my mouth. He must be so close, but I'll be damned if he cums before I do.

I let him slide from my mouth with a final lick, then pull Mr Davis' fat cock towards me and begin working on him, sucking greedily. He reaches down and takes Harry's cock, enveloping him in his dark fingers and jerking slowly as he pulls him against him. I'm pushed back, and rest on my haunches, watching as they kiss roughly.

I bite my lip, reaching between my legs, but stop myself. I frown, and clear my throat. They break their kiss and look down at me.

"Sorry to interrupt," I wave a finger between them, smiling wryly, "but I'm pretty sure somebody owes me an orgasm..."

They glance at each other, and that's all the debate they need. Mr Davis makes a low growl in the back of his throat and shoves Harry gently back. He reaches down and grabs me without any preamble, rough hands digging into my arms as he hauls me effortlessly into the air. I suck in a breath of surprise, and he deposits me roughly onto the nearest desk. I sprawl backwards across the cold wood, and he follows me down, placing his hands on the edge of the desk to either side of me and grinding his body against mine. His fat cock slaps against my thigh, pressing into me as he lowers his face to mine. I wrap my arms around him, gripping his back, and spend a dazed moment staring into the deep umber of his eyes before launching myself at him.

Our lips meet in a firm embrace, and he kisses me deeply, my delicate lips enveloped by his full dark ones. I kiss back passionately, tongue probing at his lips, meeting his own as it slithers into my mouth. I moan into him, clawing at his back as I grind myself into him, feeling the bulge of his cock shift to nudge my crotch. I run my hands up, gripping the sides of his face, deaf to everything but the sounds of our frantic pashing and the rush of blood pounding in my ears. I'm out of breath, but I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and suck in deeply through my nose.

He finishes with a deep, firm kiss, pinning me to the desk beneath his bulk, our tongues lashing and twisting within my mouth, before breaking apart and rising above me. He takes a step back. I stare up at him with wide, lust-glazed eyes, my chest rising and falling, and push myself up to my elbows. He and Harry both watch me, their expressions hungry, their cocks jutting out before them, both held in one hand.

Without prompting, I slide my tongue across my lips in a sultry smile, and draw my knees back. I tug my green skirt over my ass and down my legs, kicking it free. Then I kick each shoe off. Harry's eyes devour my toned legs, lightly tanned, paler around my shapely thighs. I place both heels on the edge, biting my tongue and watching them stroke their cocks as I rub my slit through the soaked fabric of my panties.

For a moment we simply watch each other, silent except for the heaving of our breaths, and then Mr Davis steps forwards again. He grabs my legs and runs his hands down my thighs, his touch sending electric shivers rippling in their wake. They trail up along my bare waist, over my stomach to cup my tits through my bra. I whimper softly as as he squeezes them gently, and then runs one hand down, over my navel, down to my crotch. His large hand encloses the mound of my pussy, offering a tantalizingly tender touch that makes me gasp softly, before suddenly closing his fingers, squeezing my sex together.

"Ah..." I cry, biting down hard on my tongue as he cups my mound and folds my saturated pussy in upon itself. The grip pinches the outside of my lips around my clit, protecting it as he massages me with firm fingers. Fuck, I won't cum like that and he knows it, I can tell. I mewl softly, grinding my crotch against his hand. He mashes my pussy roughly into my pubis, building upon the already overflowing well of sexual energy.

A shiver runs through me, and I shudder, squirming beneath his touch. "Ah...fuck...Sir...please..."

"Please what?" he rumbles softly.

"Stop...stop fucking teasing me!"

His hand falls still, and he smirks at me, and then in one seamless motion grabs the elastic of my panties and whips them down my legs, tugging them free and tossing them to Harry. He catches the soaked bundle of green fabric and stares down at them like he's not entirely sure what to make of them, and then - with widened eyes - slowly looks up.

I lie on the desk, legs spread and knees bent to either side, my virgin pussy on full display. Harry stares like he's seen God himself, which makes my heart beat a little faster and my mouth curl into a wide grin, especially considering his opinion on pussies. Mr Davis breathes hard, his expression not all that far from Harry's, staring hungrily between my legs.

I look down, over the rising and falling of my chest, over my toned stomach, to the dark patch of curls I've left atop my slit, glistening. I lean my knees even further apart, and slide two fingers through my damp tuft of hair, spreading the brownish-pink lips of my vulva apart, displaying the dewy folds of my puffy labia for them, and a glimpse into my deepest intimacy, my vagina nectar-slick and vibrant pink. I pull my lips wider as they stare, and slide my middle finger through my slippery canal, nudging the tip into my suctioning vagina, and then drag it slowly back up, circling my engorged clit as my breath catches. I raise my hand, examining the glistening digit, and then slide it into my mouth, sucking it clean as they watch.

Their reactions almost make me cum on the spot, my sex quivering with need, my head swimming with lust.

"Fuck, Audrey..." Harry breaths, his hand idly working his cock.

"Thought you didn't like pussy?" I tease playfully.

"Yeah, but...well, yours is still beautiful."

I can't control my smile. God, his compliments actually send butterflies through my stomach. Mr Davis glances at Harry, his full lips quirked in a seductive grin, and shakes his head in slow wonderment. "He's not wrong."

I lick my finger again, flashing our teacher the sultriest gaze I can manage. "Well, I know Harry doesn't want to taste me, but...how about you, Sir?"

His eyes narrow, lips curling until they bare teeth, and he steps up and drops to his knees before me. My breath catches as his hands grip the soft flesh of my thighs and push them against my waist. He brings his face between them, hovering above my splayed lips, devouring me with his eyes as he breathes deeply. I can feel his breath on my burning slit, and I buck my ass into his firm grip. He looks up at me over my tangle of pubes, smiles devilishly, and then jams his tongue into me without warning.

There's no preamble, he just dives right into my soaked virgin slit. His fat lips enclose me, sucking hard as his stiffened tongue sinks into my tight hole. I almost scream, breath gasping shrilly, back arching and legs drawing back. Oh fuck, his tongue is so powerful; I can feel it snaking into me, velvety smooth and firm as he delves into my tight canal, so much deeper than I thought a tongue would reach. He sucks hard, suctioning me in, and I raise my ass, shuddering. He drives me back down against the desk, grinding his tongue into me, twirling it around as he explores my most intimate depths. I can't speak, can't cry out, can barely breathe, my eyes bulging and my body trembling. He stiffens his tongue and begins fucking me with it, jamming it into my vagina with quick jerks as I clutch at his shaved head. He draws it free and begins lapping at my puffy folds, slurping and sucking, exploring the wrinkles and ridges of the sensitive flesh before sucking them into his mouth. His teeth nip me, nibbling at my labia as I squirm and whimper.

He devours me, plain and simple, with a wild, animalistic abandon, and it's all I can do not to pass out from the sudden cascade of overwhelming pleasure. He releases his suctioning lips with a wet pop, pulls in a breath, and then flattens his tongue and begins sliding it up the length of my slick cunt, attacking me with big, wet laps. The path of his splayed tongue as it drives through my slick channel parts my lips, igniting a trail of rippling, bursting arousal that explodes through me every time the tip of his tongue glances off my throbbing clit.

I gasp and mewl, trembling, eyes fluttering closed as he works his tongue through my slick folds, pressing so hard against me, and yet ending in the lightest, most tantalizing flick against my hyper-sensitive nub. It's driving me wild, sending my mind spiraling into a lust-addled haze.

Fuck, I'm so close, so fucking close...

With each pass he adds just a little more pressure to his flick across my clit, until he's licking it directly, lapping at it, thrumming his tongue over it. My fingers dig into his head as I writhe, moaning, gasping, mewling.

Yes...

He plants his lips around it, sucking me in, tongue still swirling, driving my body into a frenzy. My impending climax builds and builds, a swollen vessel of need and desire pushed past breaking point. He hums into me, vibrating, adding a new layer to his cunninlingual mastery.

My eyes flutter open, staring at the roof, my mouth open in breathless gasps. I shift down, and find Harry staring at me, closed fist flying over his cock. I meet his eyes, and after a moment can't see anything else but his face. His gaze is so...pure. I smile dazedly, losing myself within him, my lip pinched hard between my teeth, my entire body trembling.

"Yes..." I manage to hiss.

Mr Davis works harder, attacking my cunt, sucking furiously on my clit. I stare into Harry's eyes, my body starting to buck, that swollen vessel of pleasure cracking, splintering...

"Oh...oh fuck...oh Sir...yes!"

My cries morph into senseless gibbering, my body wracking and spasming, as that swirling vortex of lust and arousal builds to its breaking point, and all coalesces as a flood of pure bliss is unleashed, detonating in an all consuming explosion of pleasure.

I scream as the climax floods me, rippling through my body, igniting every nerve ending with euphoric fire. My back arches painfully high, my thighs slamming shut to grip his head. My cry trails into a breathless groan as my body tremors, waves of ecstasy crashing through me, consuming me.

I've never experienced an orgasm like this. I never even knew such pleasure was possible.

And the entire time, I stare into Harry's eyes. It feels like hours pass, as the radiating waves lessen and fade, leaving me blissfully numb. My body trembles, my crotch is soaked, slick with girl-cum, radiating heat. My body feels light, weightless. I look down between my legs, slowly prying my sticky thighs apart. My teacher raises his head from my sex, dark lips shiny with my forbidden nectar. He smiles coyly at me.

I fight to suck in breath. "W...well, Sir? How...how do I...taste?"

He taps at my mound with his forefinger. "This has to be the sweetest, most delectable pussy I've ever had the pleasure of tasting."

And with that, he dives back in. I let out a long moan. I'm so goddamn sensitive, but he stays low, avoiding my clit and gently tongue-fucking my sopping hole again. I grab my thighs and pull my legs back, giving him full access.

Harry walks over, moving as if in a trance, and I turn my head to the side and smile up at him. He returns a goofy smile of his own. I glance down, and open my mouth, and without hesitation he steps up beside the desk and guides his throbbing cock to my lips. I suck him in, enveloping his warm manhood and moaning around the rigid shaft as I suck greedily.

He groans, thrusting gently into my mouth.

"Fuck, Audrey...I'm close..."

Mr Davis laps furiously away, slowing working his way back to my clit, kissing it gently, and then working back down. His fingers trail along my thigh, and begin rubbing my splayed cleft, tickling my dewy labia, and then massaging more firmly. He moves his face back and slips a finger inside me, sliding in deep, and begins firmly pushing against my vaginal walls.

I moan around Harry's cock. Another fat finger slips effortlessly inside me, and he begins sawing two fingers in and out as he moves in to suck gently on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around.

God, I can feel another orgasm building already, my numb body enlivened by the first electric ripples of pleasure.

His fingers glide in and out of me, squelching into my wet depths, and I suck voraciously on Harry's pulsating cock, trying furiously to bring him to orgasm. I moan softly as the fingers slide free, but are immediately replaced by his slippery, delving tongue. His slick fingers find my clit, rubbing gently, and then grinding, and then thrumming across it. I whimper around my mouthful of cock-meat.

He licks at my spread hole, slurping lewdly at my juices. His tongue trails down, circling over my inner thighs, and dances across my perineum. That elicits a delightful new pleasure, a tickle that makes me shudder and sigh. His tongue slides back and forth, moving lower, into the spread cleft of my ass.

I open my eyes, tensing, and slide my head back, popping Harry's spit-glossed cock free.

"Wait..."

He stops, tongue pausing barely a centimetre from my sensitive anus. His eyes raise to mine over my mound, tuft of dark hair glinting wetly, and he raises his head.

"Yes? Don't tell me this is where you draw the line, Miss Walker? Not after having no qualms about doing it yourself."

I shake my head. "Believe me, Sir, I want you to, but," I reach up, fingers finding Harry's hand, "that's...that's for Harry."

I turn and gaze up at him, and nod my head toward my crotch. "You're up."

He licks his lips, eyes wide with excitement. "Really?"

I nod. "Of course, if anyone's gonna do that to me for the first time, it's gonna be you. I just hope it lives up to all your dreams."

I give his hand a squeeze, and he grins at me.

Mr Davis looks bemused, but stands. His lips glisten with my juices, and his incredible boner is rigid again. He gestures to my crotch, offering it to Harry. He moves dreamily, almost reverently, taking his place before me and dropping to his knees. I pull my knees right to my chest, exposing my tight, virgin asshole to him. It's slick and wet, tickled by a trickle of my juices.

He slides his hands up my thighs, meeting mine. He smiles at me, but his eyes are locked on my ass, lost in a dreamy haze. He licks his lips, then moves in, planting his lips against my steamy thigh, and trailing kisses inwards. I lean back, closing my eyes, letting him live out his fantasy.

He moves with agonizing, tantalizing slowness, teasing me as he skirts my pussy and kisses down my soft cheeks, and then slides his tongue deftly up the side of my spread ass. I shiver and writhe, squirming at his ticklish touch. I feel his hot breath sigh against my puckered anus, and then his tongue swirls across my perineum.

Oh fuck, Harry, come on! Do it!

My breath catches as his tongue slides down, into my spread cleft, and then, ever so softly, he presses his puckered lips against my delicate rosebud. A breathless gasp slips past my lips at the delightful shiver that runs through me.

"Oh..."

He kisses it again, a little firmer, and then again, sealing my forbidden hole between his lips in a deep smooch. I feel his tongue dart out, the tip tickling my sensitive hole. My sphincter tightens, and another delightful shudder ripples through me. God, it's such a different level of pleasure, so much more subtle than that radiating from my clit.

"Oh Harry..." I moan softly.

He traces the very tip of his tongue softly about, guiding it over the wrinkled ridges of delicate flesh, and gently prodding the tip into my hole. I squirm and shake my head. "Fuck, Harry, just...just do it..."

"Do what?"

I look down at him, at his feigned innocence, and whisper, "Eat my fucking ass, Harry..."

And he does, diving in with the same fervor Mr Davis had applied to my pussy. He comes in with his tongue flat, scraping it against my tight asshole in big fat licks. I groan and writhe as he laps away, moistening my hole, spreading saliva over my crack. My hands find his head, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. He laps and licks and swirls his wet tongue about, and then clamps his lips tight, sucking sloppily on my rubbery orifice. I'm squirming about and making little breathless yips that I can't hold back. Holy fuck this is incredible!