More Oral After the Exam Ch. 02

Where to begin?

Not saying a word, I picked up the brush and ran it through Jessica's long, blonde ponytail.

My girl was a princess and deserved to be treated accordingly. I brushed in slow, deliberate strokes working her locks from top to bottom. The bristles moved smoothly through her hair. There were no tangles or knots just a beautiful, shiny mane.

I moved Jessica's blonde hair to the side and flipped the brush over. Satisfied that she had been properly pampered, it was now time to change my tone. Jessica would shift (quite willingly) from princess to slut.

Starting at the space between her shoulder blades I ran the hard, smooth plastic against her skin. The muscles in her back rippled at the brush's touch. Jessica had no idea where this first act was going, but I knew that mystery was intoxicating.

I moved the brush down her spine, over the corset, through the small of her back, and eventually up to the top of her ass. I performed this action at an excruciatingly slow rate three times (the second was brush side down). I needed her to tingle over every lingering sensation.

With the hairbrush resting against the round and fleshy globes of Jessica's booty, I was sure that she expected a spanking to quickly follow.

Indeed, she was a perfect target. Her ass was delightfully firm and ripe. But surprise is sometimes an end unto itself. Why satiate an appetite when the burn is so delicious? The tease was a chasm that could only grow from this point.

So I set down the brush and picked up an ice cube. I put it in my mouth for a moment, just to get it wet. I wanted the ice to be dripping from the first touch on her skin. Jessica would hopefully take her cue from the frozen liquid. I wanted her to melt. I needed her to settle in a puddle of her own juices.

Holding the ice cube between my fingertips, I placed it at the base of her neck. Jessica shuddered at the touch of cold, but didn't make a sound. Very good. Time to add another.

Two more cubes quickly followed, each one placed on a shoulder. Jessica twitched slightly at the burning cold. Rivulets of water dripped down her back, causing her tanned skin to glisten in the dim candlelight.

I held a fourth cube and ran it over Jessica's golden skin. First, I brushed her arms, then her forehead, and finally her lips.

But I wasn't done; two more cubes were shoved down her corset between her breasts. I palmed a final, smallish cube and held it tight to the entrance of her teen pussy.

Jessica writhed on the bed. She squirmed and arched her back deliciously as multiple sources of cold burned into her skin. Her cunt was blazing. The ice quickly melted, adding more liquid to the growing puddle between her legs. Meanwhile, the ice on her back had become three small pools.

I wanted to gauge Jessica's desire, so I dipped a finger inside of her honey pot. I slid in easily with a soft, crinkly sound. While still tight, there was almost no resistance. She was absolutely soaking wet.

When I tried to remove my finger, she moaned through the gag and moved her ass back. I was amused; she was really fucking horny. No dice though, Jessica. It was time to move on.

Instead, I pulled my finger completely out of her pussy and moved around to the front of the bed. I leaned down and blew gently into her ear. The touch of my breath cut right through her prone body. My presence scorched her skin.

She quaked with obvious lust and had no place to put it; she wriggled against her binds, enslaved to a fever that couldn't be articulated or sated.

This was not a new lust. Jessica had been simmering for some time. She wanted more than anything to boil over. I wondered how long she had been tied down. With Shannon in charge, it could have been since the text message a couple of hours ago.

Let's begin this in earnest, I thought. I was still fully - and painfully - erect. Clothes were an annoyance now. I tugged my shirt over my shoulders before stripping off my pants. I finally stepped out of my boxers leaving me completely naked.

Jessica had helped me bust a nut earlier that afternoon. Then shortly afterward she worked me up to the brink a second time. She was such a sexy slut I couldn't help but to succumb to a fresh erection. Just as I was hard and desperate to fuck, she begged off telling me that she had to leave. With a girlish giggle and a wave she was gone, gone, fucking gone. Whether the blonde cutie really needed to rush to class or she just enjoyed the sadistic pleasure of being a tease (probably a little of both); she had left me with a merciless case of blue balls.

Shannon and her exhibitionistic desires had revved me up anew. My cock had gotten excruciatingly hard shortly after she popped it into her mouth. The incident with Ellie, while terrifying, had done nothing to diminish my erection (I guess I have my own exhibitionist streak). Now I had Jessica bound and gagged, splayed out before me like the Devil's buffet.

And I needed some fucking relief.

I decided to break the silence. "Oh dear, what did you get yourself into?" I murmured softly. Jessica trembled at the sound of my voice. "What did you get yourself into?"

Holding my cock at the root, I stood in front of Jessica. I touched my dick, just the tip, to her forehead. Her body tensed and I could hear her sigh through the ball gag.

"That is my cock Jessica. But you know that, don't you? Last semester, when you were my student, you sucked and fucked it from every angle. Doing so got you an "A." Now it's just a hair's breadth from your mouth. Think about how good it would taste."

I picked up the belt and cracked the leather so that it resonated with a loud snap. Jessica tensed and twitched. She hadn't expected the jarring incongruous crackle of leather on leather. Good.

I held the belt by the buckle and dangled it over her ass, touching it briefly against her skin. Again Jessica shuddered, but only half as powerfully as when I flicked the leather strap against her shapely buttocks.

Once, twice, three times I smacked the belt against Jessica's ass.

From past experience, I knew that Jessica's carnal cravings would be inflamed by the sharp crackle of a good spanking. I didn't hit her too hard (hurting Jessica was the furthest thing from any of my desires), just enough to warm her up.

After each "thwack" I grabbed the meaty flesh of her butt. The skin became hotly crimson where the belt landed. I'd then give that darling, supple globe of her ass a brief comforting rub to ease the sting. The sharpness would diminish. And then it would be time for another spanking.

As I raised my arm for a fourth swing, a deep and resonant bonging flared from the speakers behind me. The repetitive, tinny sound was reminiscent of an alarm clock. Quickly that noise fell away and was replaced by a driving electronic rhythm. A third sound then was mixed into the beat followed by a shattering explosion of drums.

I grinned and looked back at Shannon. At my startled reaction, she put her hand over her mouth to contain yet another fit of giggles.

Then she cranked up the volume. Shannon had searched her Ipod and selected the perfect song for this moment, "Smack My Bitch Up," by Prodigy.

I shook away my disbelief at Shannon's audacity and steeled my back. I gave into the music. Now the driving rhythm moved me. A rumbling depth of bass echoed in my chest. My arm rose and fell to the beat. Jessica's ass danced under my ministrations, perfectly in time with the music. She was still silent because of the ball gag, but I could almost envision her moaning in syncopation with the siren's call in the song. Together their voices would curl upward, winding together and fully interlink. The two women would soar higher and higher to a gossamer crescendo of feminine delight. And on the edge of the knife...

"Smack my bitch up!"

I dropped the belt on the floor and moved to the front of the bed. I released the ball gag and pulled it from Jessica's mouth. She gasped and sputtered, before releasing a keening wail,

"YEEEESSSSSS!!!"

My hands were on either side of her head. Jessica moaned again at my firm and directing touch. I stepped forward. My cock pressed against her mouth. The tip grazed her lips ever so slightly. Would she take it in?

Was it even a question?

Jessica wriggled and scooted on her stomach, moving forward as much as the loose bindings will allow. I backed up, playfully. She smiled broadly as tears of joy streamed down her face.

Jessica opened wide, licking her lips.

"Please, please, please, oh please Professor," she whined. "Don't move away. I have to have your cock. Gimme... I must.... I'll be soooooo good." The slut was telling the truth; her deepest being craved my cock. Her body was wracked with anticipation. And then in the ultimate plea, Jessica formed her mouth into a perfect "O" and waited...

But again I wasn't going to play her game.

She had handed control over to me: I would be the one dictating the rules tonight. Jessica expected me to fuck her face. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of predicting my moves.

Instead the unexpected was required. It was time to change holes.

I tapped my cock three times against Jessica's face and moved behind her. Shannon caught my attention as I changed positions. She was slumped in the bean bag chair sans thong.

Her left hand was buried in her crotch; a small pink vibrator was humming away on top of her clit. A stereo remote control was clutched in her other hand. Shannon's eyes were half closed, as she gave into a wave of sensation. I gave her a nod. She licked her lips and returned me a distracted thumb's up.

Seeking to surprise Jessica, I leapt onto the bed. I positioned myself between the blonde's legs, grabbed her hips roughly, and tugged them upward. She groaned, deep and guttural, as I dug my fingertips into the tender flesh of her still smarting ass. Her cunt beckoned to me. Wide open and leaking, a pool of pussy juice had gushed onto the dorm regulation bed sheet. Her entire torso had been resting in an enormous wet spot. Fuck she was turned on! I am not sure if I had ever seen her so juicy.

If I wanted to maintain surprise I needed to act quickly. Thinking wasn't necessary. One thrust and my meat was sheathed inside Jessica's slippery cunt. There was almost zero resistance. A slight spray of pussy juice coated my pelvis as I plummeted into her depths. Waves of pleasure echoed over me. For the first time in over a month I was submerged in pure, liquid warmth.

How could I have lived so long without this amazing pussy? Our joining flooded me with memories. I felt every touch anew. Jessica's pussy was too good. It held me tight, clutching my dick. The walls of her teenage snatch fluttered, prompting my eyes to roll back in my head. Fuck, Jessica had been doing Kegel exercises.

Prodigy ended and the song changed. A less menacing brand of electronic dance music blared from Shannon's speakers. This time Justin Timberlake implored Jessica and I (and I guess Shannon too) to, get our "sexy on." Preach on brother!

Inspired by the music, I leaned forward and bore down on doggie-style Jessica. My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to me. My chest touched her back so that I could nibble on her ear. Our sweat mingled, soaking her corset, as we were consumed by a ferocious heat.

"Beat it up," Jessica groaned, as she felt my weight press down upon her. "Now really fucking put some ass into it."

I was glad that I had spent the winter months doing flexibility exercises at the gym. I was able to move my hips so that I could bang

Jessica from a downward angle – both as a thrust and as a grind. About every fifth or sixth stroke I changed up the angle, swiveling my hips in a circular pattern for variety.

Back and forth I went, sliding my dick in and out of her body. While she was tight, movement was still easy. Fuck, Jessica's eighteen year old pussy was so wet and slippery.

I pinched her nipple and then gave her tit a slap.

Jessica's response was electric, "Oh yes..... God!!! That pussy is getting beat up. That's the way it should be. I don't want to be able to walk later!"

I spanked her ass three times in rapid succession. Jessica's muscles tightened, straining against the bindings holding her in place. She was fucking me back as hard as I was screwing her.

Not one to hold back my blonde, coed cutie screamed, "Thrust me onto that dick. Pound that pussy. Take it. It is yours to take. Just take it. I'm such a whore.... Ooooohhhh.... I like it when just grab on like that. Just taking it.

You can have my pussy. I'm such a whore you can have it anytime you want. Just FUCK meeeeeeee...."

The torrent of sex seized me. This was one in a million fuck, a fornication for the ages, and a reunion of our loins. Cumming was beside the point. I'd held off all day. Hell, I hadn't had a screw in over a month. No matter how good Jessica's twat felt, I couldn't just shoot my load. That would be too easy and more than a little pathetic. No, I needed to dig in, to drive forward, and to pummel the shit out of Jessica's sweet, goddamn pussy.

And so I did. I swallowed, steeling my breath. Biting my lips, I dug deep for the strength to resist the inevitable orgasm.

Somewhere inside of me I found it. I could harness that Zen with a simple mantra: fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....

Lady Gaga, Buckcherry, and Flo Rida. Shannon played the DJ mix master and invisible third party to our tantric rutting. With every new tune, I could almost feel the dark haired pixie scratching my back, cradling my balls, and licking up fuck juices. She was thrusting her roommate and me in a new direction with every song choice. The music commanded a visceral reaction from me. I couldn't help but adjust the tempo and rhythm of the fuck to Shannon's whim.

The whole room smelled of sex. The tang of Jessica's succulent pussy hung thickly in the air. The slapping, squelching sound of skin-on-skin (occasionally punctuated by an ass-slap) made a lewd, counter-beat to Shannon's sexually overloaded musical selections.

Jessica was flat on the bed and completely beyond words. I towered over her, clutching both ass cheeks in my hands, as I continued to drill her cunt without mercy. For the last several minutes she spoke in an endless litany of garbled groans and grunts, until she finally collapsed under a spasming form of pre-language. Tapping into a bestial spirit, Jessica became Neanderthal. Raw sensation of cock and pussy was her only truth.

And then I wriggled my index finger up Jessica's ass. My second knuckle popped past her sphincter and...

Explosion!!!

A violent orgasm, perhaps the most powerful I had ever seen, seized my teenaged cock-slut. Jessica quaked and shook: every muscle in her body tensed. I watched her neck strain as she whipped her head from side to side. Her blonde hair wildly smacked my face as it twirled through the air.

I pounded my way through Jessica's orgasm and then through three small, additional quakes. A thick coat of sweat covered us both. Jessica lay limply on the bed. Her moans were now a dull hum. She couldn't even spend enough energy to grunt properly. And now I was almost ready to cum myself.

The whole evening had been hot and sexy. Finding Jessica tied up, blindfolded, and gagged would be a great memory for a lifetime. But I didn't want our first time together again to end this way. Call me a hopeless romantic but I wanted to be able to stare into her eyes as I finally filled my darling slut up with cum.

Springing from the bed, I withdrew my cock from Jessica's pussy. She let out a soft whine, but otherwise lay back inert.

I looked over at Shannon and commanded, "Help me." For a moment, she looked confused (the vibrator was now two-thirds of the way inside her cunt), but then she smiled knowingly and nodded. Together Shannon and I undid the pink ribbons around Jessica's ankles and wrists. I also removed the blindfold. A smile crept to my face, watching her blink away the total darkness. Fuck, she was adorable.

Jessica was now free to move, but still lay completely motionless on the bed. Shannon gave me brief hug. I could feel my cock boring into her flat, hard body stomach.

Shannon stood on her toes and whispered into my ear, "Take her, Professor. Cum inside her. Jessica wants it so very badly. She is yours. I'll get mine later." I gave Shannon's ass a playful squeeze and she released me with a squeal.

I walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Jessica around the waist. Gently I flipped her over. Without any additional delay I got on top of the bed and maneuvered between Jessica's legs. I fisted my cock and prepared to return home. Her cunt was swollen and red from pounding abuse. Poor girl! No more. Right now would be different: Jessica would see a final side of me.

Once again, I was awash in Jessica's pussy.

Without thought she opened herself to me. She welcomed me inside, eagerly accepting everything that I had to give. All I felt was an incredible wetness and heat. Her sugary, sweet walls were like velvet clutching my cock.

Wanting to feel my skin against hers, I laid down on top of Jessica. I pulled her close, kissing her neck. I lightly nibbled on her skin causing her to mew contentedly underneath my weight. The salty sweetness of our combined sweat crystallized on my tongue. Instinctually her legs wrapped around me, locking around my thighs. Our hips bucked against each other seamlessly as her hands clawed at my back.

We were inspired. The fever was amplifying. A white ball of heat raged inside my skin. It kept expanding and expanding threatening to consume me. I would give in to that burning bliss very shortly, as Jessica already had.

Yet one thing was still paramount. This moment could be perfect.

Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes. I looked down at Jessica, to see her returning my gaze. Her eyes were wide open and pleading.

Inside of her I could sense something as deep and yearning as the fire threatening to engulf me. This ultimate truth was resonant to my core. The maxim was so very simple: she wanted me, oh God yes... Jessica wanted me.

"Kiss me," I cried.

Jessica broke into beatific grin and then pursed her lips expectantly. The kink and bondage were forgotten. They were façade, a mask to shelter us from staring too blindly into the sun. No. We were two lovers waiting desperately. Self was subsumed in an underlying meaning of connectivity. This moment was inevitable. We could only crash into each other.

The gap between us closed in a heartbeat.

Her cherry lips mashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined. We were joined, perfect, and resolute. Life was sunlight and rainbows; somehow we had found each other. Again.

And now I could cum.

My seed burst into Jessica in several frantic spurts. Her body welcomed me, drinking in every drop. Jet after jet of cum filled her greedy pussy. I gasped and thought; too perfect - this moment is too perfect.