Bimbo Builder Academy Ch. 05

Surprisingly, despite our initial clash, Lena St. John had also been a model student. That wasn't to say that I liked her, it's hard to develop a positive relationship with someone when they blackmail you on your first day, but I no longer felt a prickle of dread every time she entered the classroom or walked by my desk on her way out.

I wondered what that meant. And if I could use it.

Wednesday: I still hadn't figured out how to experiment with my potential trigger phrase, but I was almost certain by now of what it was. Also, Dr. Elena Carey, Julia's therapist, deserved a raise. They must have had some sort of breakthrough, because Wednesday evening when my girlfriend came home she had a look in her eye.

The door slammed shut behind her.

"Hey, Jules..." I said hesitantly. I was sitting on the couch working, but looking over at her I could see that she was a woman on a mission.

The stunning brunette strode past the kitchen, dropping her purse on the island as she blew past, and directly to me. I had time to take in her outfit: a tight red v-neck top and dark, clingy jeans, before she literally climbed over the arm of the couch and crawled across the sofa toward me.

My eyes fell down from her face to the dark shadow between her full tits, pressed together by her bra and presented clearly by the plunging neckline of her shirt.

Everything happened so fast that I was too surprised to do anything, but before I could even glance back up into her eyes my girlfriend's mouth was on mine and she was pressing me back down into the cushions.

"Mmph..." I managed to say, but then her lips overwhelmed me. Her scent filled my nose and the feeling of her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into my skin through my shirt, send an abrupt, powerful surge of matching lust through my body.

I didn't know how. I didn't know why. But I knew what.

I knew what this woman wanted.

My girlfriend wanted to fuck.

There was no thought of anything, no hesitation in my previously reluctant lover. As blood left my brain and flowed south, making my manhood tent the front of my work slacks, she moaned into my mouth and I felt the heat and need through her quivering body.

Her perky breasts were mashed to my chest now, her hungry mouth burning into mine with kiss after searing kiss. Her tongue pushed between my lips to dance with mine and I felt a rising growl in the back of my throat.

There was nothing romantic about this. This was something primal, an urge that was age old and absolutely overwhelming in its force.

It rushed through me like a wildfire. My thoughts blew past like numbers as you race to infinity, and they blurred and warped as well until there was nothing in my chest but the same, powerful arousal. My body tightened, my core clenching as my length stiffened and then throbbed, begging to be set free.

Julia's ponytail brushed across my neck as she turned her head, her kisses pulling from my lips to my cheek to my jaw down my throat. Her fingers worked at the buttons of my dress shirt, and I used the second to draw several long, desperate gasps for breath.

But there was no slowing down, barely any time to breathe, because my girlfriend's fingers were quick in their work and then her mouth was in the hollow of my throat and trailing kisses down my collarbone and across my chest.

"Jules..." I managed to groan. "What...?"

But she glanced up into my eyes and what I saw there stopped my words in their tracks.

I recognized that look.

It was pure lust, pure desire, pure need.

It was the look Natalie had given me right before she wrapped her perfect tits around my needy pole. The way she'd looked at me before I'd lifted her up onto the table in the quad and fucked her tight, lithe, cheerleader body until she couldn't take it anymore.

Julia was looking at me like she wanted nothing more than for me to fuck her brains out, to fuck her thoughts right out of her head until she just a quivering, cumming bimbo, desperate for more.

Maybe that shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did. Maybe I should have been looking for something more, for something emotional and romantic and passionate in the eyes of the woman I loved.

But I saw that naked lust and I grew even harder.

I didn't question it. I just moved. I half sat up, shrugging out of my dress shirt and tossing the thing aside, one sleeve coming inside out in my hurry.

Julia reached my belt, her fingers tugging at the buckle.

"Good girl..." I didn't even realize I was speaking, but I saw my words hit my girlfriend like a physical force and shudder through her body. Her hips rolled in small circles, her ass up in the air like she was already begging me to take her from behind.

The belt came free and she yanked at the button and zipper of my pants, practically tearing my pants and boxer briefs away from my body.

My cock sprang free, and the stunning brunette dove forward.

"Mmm..."

I felt the vibrations of her groan of pleasure, saw the way her body tensed and then relaxed as her full lips wrapped around my throbbing pole. Her tongue swirled around the head, her big brown eyes fluttering halfway closed as her shoulders slumped with bliss.

I could hear the relief in her wordless sound, the relief as something inside of her eased, a need that I hadn't ever seen before.

The need for me.

The need for my thick, needy manhood in her hot, wet mouth.

"Fuck..." I groaned, and Julia shuddered again, her eyes flicking up into mine and the burning fire of her desire shooting straight through me once again.

I couldn't think any more, just knew what my body wanted — needed — and it was right in front of me in that stunning, bombshell package. I reached down and took Julia's head in my hands.

As she stared into my eyes with the glazed expression of utter devotion, I slowly lowered her face onto my pulsating length.

I felt myself hit the back of her throat and she didn't even flinch, just moaning again as her eyes rolled back in her head. The sensation of my cock in her throat and the moan resonating up into my core struck me like a hammer striking a gong.

I felt my entire body ring with a long, low, powerful sensation that grabbed my own need and cranked it up to eleven.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled back, away, my cock sliding free of my girlfriend's plush lips with a pop and a line of saliva. My length glistened from her mouth and I knew without even needing to ask that she was just as dripping wet between her legs.

I leaned forward, grabbed Julia under the arms and pulled her up across my body, her lips crashing into mine like waves finally cresting onto the beach.

The heat was intense, the raw lust unlike anything I'd ever experienced with her before. Her hands came to my face and pressed against my jaw, my cheekbones, fingers pulling me closer, begging me to bring things to their inevitable

I knew, without question, that she wanted me to take control.

The woman who always needed to be on top, who needed to make sure that nothing would be outside of her supervision, who was silently controlled by the memory of a man I'd never met, wanted me to fuck her like a rag doll until she came like a pornstar.

So... I did.

My hands slid across her chest and cupped her tits, fingers sinking into the big, bouncy melons through her shirt.

I felt her groan into my mouth and squeezed her nipples, feeling her lack of bra and gasping at the corresponding zing of electric lust that shot through my cock. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to be on top of her.

I needed... I needed... Her. With a powerful grunt and a twist of my hips I spun, wrapping Julia in my arms and flipping her down onto the couch beneath me.

She gasped into my mouth, a gasp of surprise and pleasure as I understood her unspoken request for domination.

"Yesss..." I heard her moan, the first word she'd spoken since she came through the front door. "Ohmygodyesss..."

It spurred me on as I came up onto my knees, grabbed her top by the hem and tugged it up, over her big, round breasts and over her head, her hair splaying out across the cushions and her full mouth parted in an O of surprise at my unexpected power move.

I saw those lips and knew that I wanted to fuck them, to fuck her mouth and her gorgeous face and spray my seed across her body, marking her as mine. But not now.

Now her hands, free from the tangling cloth, came back to my chest, fingernails digging into my skin and tracing down my chiseled torso. They crossed my hips and wrapped around my swaying rod, circling around my girth and beginning to stroke, stroke, stroke.

"Mmm..." she murmured again, and I saw her chest rise and fall with fast, unsteady breaths as arousal spiked through her.

I didn't bother responding to her encouragement, standing swiftly from the couch just long enough to kick my pants free from my legs.

Julia's hands were on the waistband of those tight, dark jeans, her fingers digging at the metal button and tight zipper, but they weren't fast enough.

With a growl, I brushed her hands away and yanked open her pants without ceremony, muscles bunching as I tugged them down her long, smooth legs and threw them thoughtlessly behind me. Her panties went with them, leaving me with only the sight of her smoothly-shaven mound, glistening with arousal.

Fuck... For a moment I was stunned, just staring at the gorgeous, panting goddess, writhing with need before me.

But I wasn't still for long.

Julia started to reach for me, to pull me closer, but I leaned forward and kissed her back down into the cushions. She melted, her hands falling across my shoulders and her hands tracing across my muscular arms.

We both felt the tension drawing tight, and there was nothing else to do. There was no world outside this insane, charged moment. We were zero and we were infinity, and there was nothing beyond us. Then, my hands were on her hips and I spun her away from me, down onto her stomach, her breath blowing through her lips in a gasp of surprise.

My girlfriend came up onto her knees, pushing herself back toward me as I knelt behind her, my throbbing pole in one fist. She threw her hair over one shoulder, glancing back at me with wild eyes, and I knew she was silently begging me.

Fuck me, Mitch... she was asking, demanding. Fuck all the thoughts out of my bright, clear mind. Fuck me until the only thing that's left is a bitch in heat, bouncing on your perfect cock.

Don't ask me how I knew. Don't ask me why I could tell that my stunning girlfriend, who had always been very clear about asking for what she wanted in bed, wanted me to take. To take without asking permission. And to give her the fantasy that she was obviously living.

But I knew.

We never fucked like this.

We did now.

I slid forward, thrusting myself into her core in a single powerful movement.

Her head fell forward, her cry of pleasure muffled by the pillows. "Ohmygawddd!"

My fingers spread across her taut ass and massaged the round globes, leaving prints on her smooth skin as I pulled back and sank once more to the hilt in her body.

And again. And again.

Once I started it was like I couldn't stop, the heat filling my body and blinding me like I'd stared too long into a roaring fire. The tight, wet tunnel of her dripping pussy clenched me with every shudder of her lithe frame. It was like she was the perfect, welcoming sheathe for my manhood, her body a cup to be filled to overflowing with my own surging desire.

Her head came up and what sounded like a wordless groan became one long string of breathless, panting words. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeee..."

Julia's head fell forward again and she came.

I felt it rip through her body, clenching her muscles and making her body go limp into the couch beneath us.

Her voice rose into a long, low cry of ecstasy and bliss.

I barely slowed.

It was building in me, too. Whatever need had grabbed her and twisted her in its clutches had me now in its grip.

I was barely thinking, barely doing anything but pistoning forward again and again into her dripping slit, feeling her muscles under my hands flexing as her climax rose and subsided. Her back arched and she pushed back against me, begging me to cum.

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.

My body flew over the edge like I'd taken a running leap over the edge of the precipice, and I dropped into the pleasure. The light that had dazzled me was swallowed by darkness as I fell, my eyes dropping closed and overwhelming bliss surging through my body.

It wasn't just the pleasure of orgasm. It was the pleasure of domination and control that I'd never known I wanted as my balls tightened and I emptied myself in Julia's womb.

Her inner walls were whitewashed with my seed, my spurting cock shooting strand after strand of sticky spunk until I felt like my body had turned itself inside out and I tipped backwards, sliding free and knowing that neither of us would ever forget what had just happened.

Even though I had no idea... what... had just happened.

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Julia rolled over onto her back and purred as she looked at me, her lips turning up into a sultry grin. "Hey, lover," she murmured.

I blew out a breath and gave her a look of bewildered pleasure, of uncertain excitement. "That..." I managed. "Was incredible."

"Mmm..." The gorgeous brunette sat up, spinning onto her hands and knees and crawling across the couch to curl up on top of me.

Her body was soft and warm and smooth, and I could feel that there was no tension anywhere.

It took me a second to realize that I'd just fucked her without a condom and cum inside her. And that she didn't seem to mind.

I didn't want to ask, but some small voice of reason and decency pestered loudly. "Hey, Jules?" I muttered. I kissed her head. Her hair smelled good, and I enjoyed the feeling of it on my chest as she nuzzled my shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"What was that about?" I was worried, like asking about it would shatter the moment and make sure that something like this never happened again.

And I already knew that I really, really wanted it to happen again.

"What was what about?" she seemed half-asleep, like she was exhausted and about ready to pass out on top of me.

Yeah, I could get behind that.

I loved the way her curves felt pressed to my own hard muscles. The way our bodies fit together so well. But I wanted to make sure that everything was okay, because that small voice was certain something was wrong. "You know... All of this. We aren't usually..." I trailed off. I didn't know how to say it without coming across poorly. "This..."

"Hot?" Jules giggled and kissed my chest, raising her head and looking into my face.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief. Her dark eyes were clear and sparkling with humor. "Yeah..." I grinned sheepishly. "Not that I'm complaining!" I added hurriedly. "But just, you know..."

"Everything is fine," Julia told me, sticking out her tongue playfully and then lowering her head back down to my chest. "Elena and I just had a great session today. Made some breakthroughs. And I was so excited I wanted to come home and..." The brunette goddess chuckled into my chest and I felt it resonate through our bodies where we touched. "Share it with you."

Phew... I honestly sighed with relief. "Okay," I murmured. "That's really good, darling. I'm so glad Dr. Carey helped you so much today."

"Mhmm..."

Julia seemed to be drifting back into her post-sex nap mood, so I just relaxed there and enjoyed the afterglow.

I ignored the thoughts that something big must have happened with my girlfriend's therapist, and that big leaps forward can sometimes be dangerous.

I ignored the thoughts that no matter how good Julia and I were doing, I had still cheated on her with Natalie. Even though I was definitely never doing that again.

I ignored the thoughts that intruded, thoughts of Friday night, of Julia and I showing up at the Academy event, thoughts that had a way of creeping into my consciousness even when I was relaxed and satiated.

And most of all, I ignored the image in my darkest imagination of Julia and Natalie together, naked, kneeling at my feet and sharing my cock between their hot, willing mouths.

I didn't know where it came from, or why it sprang so suddenly into clear-cut focus. And I certainly didn't want it there. But the voice of reason in my mind could only vainly protest as, in my mind's eye, two stunning women gazed up at me in adoration and intoned as one.

"Please, Professor... We'll do anything you want..."

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ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Thank you so much for reading the fifth chapter in this series — Bimbo Builder Academy.

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