Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  After a few strokes, she then felt Axel take her breasts in his hands again, while he continued to stimulate her now swollen, hardened breasts, while she felt Trayvon pull her back, into his own package, before he reached his hand through her split legs and began to run his two fingers up and down the entrance to her femininity.

  She screamed and plunged Heath deeper down her throat, which was naturally accommodating for his impressive size, while Trayvon pierced the veil of her womanliness and began to play with her again, in a fashion that made her feel weak in the knees.

  However, the men did not allow her to give in. They held her up securely, while she continued to move up and down on Heath.

  Eventually, she grew brave enough to take the rest of Heath into her hands and massage him, which made Heath yell out and begin to breathe loud and heavy.

  This pleased Selena and as she continued to get the hang of what she was doing, she felt Trayvon use his free hand to insert two fingers into her virgin body, causing a brief moment of pain, before an explosion of excitement. All the while, Trayvon continued to flirt with her clitoris, which made the feeling of him inside of her even greater.

  She screamed, which turned into a groan halfway through and she intensified the speed which she took Heath into her mouth.

  Soon enough, her rhythm was able to emulate that of the fingers that continued to ease in and out of her.

  The sexual tension built inside of her, as she groaned and moaned, while her body trembled with exhilaration and eventually, all of that tension did explode.

  With one final thrust downwards, she felt Heath’s molten love expostulate into her mouth, making her proud. She ran her lips up and down a few more times, in order to help the tremors, which came after the initial earthquake of passion, to find a home, while she heard Heath breathe ragged breaths.

  Then, Trayvon took his hands back and she was pulled off of Heath before she too was allowed to enjoy the feeling of reaching her climax.

  Still, she swallowed hard, just as she was turned around and eased onto the desk again, but this time, with her back against the wood, which was no longer so cool anymore. Yet, she didn’t care. The only concern in her sex-fueled mind right now was the wonderment of what they were going to do to her next; however she knew that with patience, she had received great things and therefore, she was willing to keep her eyes blinded, so that she would be surprised by whatever or whoever came next.

  Every part of her body was convulsing and she felt as though, if they did not allow her to finish, she would surely be put into some sort of shocked state, from all of the excitement they were providing her with. Every inch of Selena felt alive as she felt her head be eased against the wood, while her legs were hanging over the side of the desk. Immediately, her legs were spread apart again. Trayvon carefully split the lips of her womanliness apart with his thumbs before taking care in massaging it in a way that made her writhe excitedly.

  “Oh God…Please…Please…” She moaned, feeling a longing to have him finally enter her. The desire was now so great that she actually felt pain with every throb of her loins.

  At first, she felt the fresh hands of Heath as they graced her body, tickling it lightly, before he bent over and she felt his tongue run the length of her belly-button, all the way up to her breasts.

  She shivered and giggled, being able to feel every bump on his tongue, as well as every brush of his touch.

  Selena then felt the desk move slightly, before her head was moved to the opposite side of Heath. Almost immediately, she felt the kiss of Axel’s virile manhood press against her lips. Once again, she opened her mouth to receive him and he helped to ease her onto him. While she thrust back and forth, she felt him pulse with excitement.

  Once the two of them had gotten into a rhythm, she finally felt the brush of Trayvon’s sex as it rubbed eagerly against her still parted lips.

  She groaned behind Axel’s manliness and continued to writhe with anticipation and unbridled passion until finally, she felt him impale her deeply, while Axel pulled her mouth closer, in order to help her plunge him farther down her throat.

  She opened her mouth to scream with ecstasy, having finally been given exactly what she has been begging for, but the noise fell short. Still, it wasn’t any less satisfying.

  The two men, who continued to skewer her with their man meat, back and forth emphatically caused her to whimper with intense pleasure at every move they made.

  Once they were in place, however, she felt Heath grasp at her breast and bring it into his mouth, causing yet another round of screaming.

  The four of them quickly settled into a strange, but constant flow of desire, which quickly escalated into an unforgettable finish.

  After the thrusts had gone on for a little while, back and forth in the same manner, between the two men, Axel suddenly began to speed up. He pulled and pushed Selena eagerly as his breath also heightened and soon enough, with a groan, he abandoned himself to pleasure.

  This seemed to set off a chain reaction, because as soon as Selena felt his explosion of bliss, right after her moment to breathe unhindered, she felt Trayvon speed up as well, until in an instant, he was able to become consumed by glorious waves of euphoria which quickly spilled inside of Selena, filling every crevice of her womanhood and making her scream out intensely.

  Breath was on more as her breasts reacted to the finalization of her splendor. She whined and heard the crowd scream in excitement.

  This made her scream louder, until her breath was once again held captive, this time by her own excitement and she heaved, thrusting herself into him eagerly, until finally, she felt the onslaught of a blinding, overbearing and wonderfully erotic release.

  When Selena was finished, even before the convulsions of her own passion-fueled tremors subsided, she could hear the roar of the crowd as they clapped and stomped their feet, giving a glorious standing ovation.

  Then, as the men backed off of her, she gasped and sat up, pulling the blindfold down around her neck, just in time to see the lights go up on the audience.

  It was then that Selena realized that in addition to the audience, she herself could not get enough and she wondered what it was that could have been that had kept her away from this feeling of accomplishment and primitive bliss for such a long time.

  Now, whatever it was, seemed to be just a distant memory.

  Story 44

  Eric felt the sharp point of the paper poke his arm and he nearly cried out. That would not have gone well in Dr. Whittle’s history class. It was advanced level and he had no patience for defiance or disruption. He would throw students out or fail them on a test for daring to whisper.

  Eric bit his lip and pulled his arm away from the edge of his desk. He turned his head to see Jessica holding a folded note on the edge of his desk under her hand. Her eyes were locked forward and her pen in her left hand scribbled on her notebook. She was right handed and Eric could see she was just forming slow loops on the page, but from the front of the room it probably looked like note taking.

  Eric looked back forward. Dr. Whittle’s mouth moved as he slid a pointer around the screen over some painted image of a battle on his Powerpoint. Most of the professors had moved on from Powerpoint or still stuck with plain lecture. Dr. Whittle lectured on about his Powerpoint. His redish beard was touched with grey and his skin had a leathery look from many summer breaks spent at the beach apparently. Eric wondered if the man’s beach trips were as dull as his classes.

  He put his hand over Jessica’s. She tickled his palm a little and then pulled her hand away leaving him with the note. Eric slid it so that the body of the person in front of him guarded him from the professor’s view.

  Eric glanced at Jessica as he unfolded the note. She wore her blond hair in a ponytail through the back of a university ball cap. Her shirt was from a band they had gone to see in some dive bar together. They had kissed in the back of the dark room and someone had spilt a drink on her interrupting their moment
. Eric had bought the black tee shirt and she had changed in the bathroom. He thought about that night as he stared at the curves of her breasts under the shirt. If her size D breasts were in a bra right then, he’d eat her hat. Hell, he’d eat anything she would let him. Not that he thought they were going to do it in the club that night, but he felt like yet again they had been interrupted when things were going somewhere. He had had sex twice in his life, but none this year and not since he started dating Jessica.

  Her white skirt rode up as high as it could without showing the color of her panties. At the angle she slumped in her desk, if she uncrossed her legs, he guessed that Dr. Whittle would get to see what Eric was missing.

  He tore his eyes away from her slamming body and saw one line on the paper: Don’t you think Whittle is the hottest teacher on campus?”

  Eric sighed and wrote a response: Why do you torture me?

  He folded it and slid it back. Jessica took it and unfolded. One corner of her mouth turned up. She wrote for a few seconds and passed it back.

  Eric read: I want to do you tonight. My roommate’s sister is in town, so we have a full house. Your dorm?”

  Eric read it twice to be sure he was seeing what he thought he saw. He sighed again. His roommate’s dad was in town and crashing in their dorm. What a weekend for family visits? He wrote back and passed the note to Jessica figuring this was it.

  Jessica passed it again: We’ll just have to get creative. We’re doing this no matter where we have to hide.

  Eric smiled, crumpled the note, and nodded. Finally this is happening, he thought.

  “Eric, bring that up to the front.”

  ***

  Eric blinked and looked at Jessica. Her eyes were wide. Eric said, “Sir, are you talking to me?”

  Dr. Whittle pursed his lips. “That I am. Bring up the note you and Jessica can’t seem to stop passing.”

  If this were a high school or middle school class, everyone would be laughing and making fun. In Dr. Whittle’s upperclassmen university history class, everyone stared at their desks waiting for the man’s quiet outrage to pass.

  “I don’t have anything, sir.”

  “I’m not stupid. I won’t be treated that way. I will not be lied to either. You bring me the note or you and her can step out of my class for good.”

  Eric looked at Jessica and she shrugged. She gathered up her things and capped her pen before standing up to leave. It looked to Eric like she had made her decision. He considered stopping her and handing over the note. Even if he read it to the class, it would just pump Eric up in the other students’ eyes. Whittle might still kick them out anyway. Jessica was the one with a reputation on the line and she was leaving. Eric could cave in and look like a prick for doing it.

  He stood and crammed the wadded paper into his pocket. He gathered his things and followed Jessica out into the hall. She was already leaving the class behind.

  Eric took a deep breath and ran to catch up. “Listen, I’m sorry about that. We can go to his office and apologize in a couple days. He’ll probably let us back in then, if we choose our words right.”

  “Whatever is fine. It was my fault anyway,” Jessica said, “I was too horny to sit in there much longer anyway.”

  “What?”

  Eric pictured the drink in the bar unspilling itself like time was moving backward and the world was magic. She was still going to let him have her after he got them kicked out of class.

  She took his books out of his hands and stacked them together in a corner of the hallway. She pulled him onward. He wasn’t thinking much of their notebooks in that moment.

  “Which part do you not understand, Eric? We have waited way too long and I am ready to be good and fucked. You have to be dying to get off by now too. Right?”

  “Right. Yes, but where?”

  “You mean where am I going to let you stick it?” Jessica winked.

  Eric smiled a shook his head. “Where are we going to go to do the sticking?”

  “Let’s see if we can find an empty classroom.”

  They worked their way around two floors and even with the evening classes and darkness setting in, every room seemed occupied like some kind of terrible, cock-blocking curse. Rooms that didn’t have classes had study groups or small faculty meetings. Didn’t these people have offices? Did they not have lives or families? Excuse me, gentlemen, Eric thought, may we have this room for a good fucking, please? Thank you all so much.

  Jessica led Eric to a stairwell and stopped at the corner of the railing on the landing between floors. She turned and braced her ass against the rail

  Eric stopped short and cleared his throat hearing the noise echo off the hard surfaces of the well. He looked up to the second floor door that was in view of where they stood. He looked down to the base of the stairs. He could see the exit sign glowing red and pointing to the first floor door, but not the door itself.

  He looked back at Jessica and opened his mouth to speak. She leaned in and cut him off by kissing him on the lips. She leaned back and licked her lips before winking at him.

  “Here?” Eric said. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  ***

  Jessica curled her fingers under the edge of her tee shirt, the one he had bought her in the bar, and slid it up over her stomach. She was fit, but her body was soft and curvy. The cheap, white outline of the band and the album no one would listen to disappeared in the bunching folds of cotton. The under side her breasts appeared and she paused. Eric stared with his mouth hanging open and Jessica laughed. She continued up showing pink nipples and then she rested the shirt on top of her substantial tits. She dropped her hands to her sides holding the rail she leaned on and let Eric admire her form.

  That seemed to be all the answer she intended to give to his question.

  He leaned forward and took her left nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked. He pinched it between his teeth and pulled until she gasped. He returned to sucking. She wrapped her arm gently around the back of his head and her breathy moans echoed around them.

  Jessica whispered into the echo of the stairs. “Softer.”

  Eric obeyed and her moans grew a little louder.

  She pushed at the side of his head and he moved to the other nipple. Eric brushed it with his open lips and let his breath puff out over her skin. It grew hard before he started twirling his tongue around it. He brought his fingers up to her other nipple still wet from his mouth. As he sucked one, he tugged and squeezed the other.

  She whispered in a shrill huff of passion. “Harder.”

  He did not know if she meant with his mouth or his hand, so he sucked and pulled harder with both. She bowed her head and groaned into his scalp, so he assumed she approved.

  Her hand pulled at his shirt until it untucked from the front of his jeans. He thought maybe she wanted his cock out. He was hard and ready. If she wanted it, he was more than happy to oblige her. She pushed his hand away from his belt and gripped the front of his pants squeezing both sides of his cock through the denim. He moaned into her breast and sucked her harder as she held him.

  Jessica loosened her grip only slightly and started stroking up and down his full length through his cloths. He switched nipples again. He sucked one and teased the other using his own, warm spit for lubrication.

  Jessica breathed. “Oh, God.”

  She clawed at Eric’s balls just hard enough to send a twinge of pain up through his body. Her nails clawed up over his cock replacing the pain with pleasure immediately. She raked over and off the head until her hands grazed his bare belly causing the muscles their to quake under her touch.

  She flattened her hand and slid it with her palm against his belly down under her belt and jeans. He exhaled over her breast and pulled in his stomach to give her easier access. Whether she intended to or not, her hand slipped inside the waistband of his boxers as well. He held one nipple between his lips and the other between his thumb and forefinger. He was frozen as he focused on the sensat
ion of her touch. Her fingertips contacted the head of his cock and his face tightened. Her fingers parted around it and she pushed her hand down farther sliding over both sides of the head of Eric’s cock.

  The door to the second floor burst open with a crash. Her hand ripped up out of his pants giving his rock hard cock a jarring tug. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant even with cold fear washing through him from the surprise intrusion. Jessica yanked her shirt back down past his face over her tits.

  Officer Shoal held his belly over his campus security uniform and shined a flashlight down at them. The stairwell was well lit, so the flashlight seemed pointless like most of what Shoal did around campus.

  “What’s going on down there?” Shoal shouted.

  Jessica took Eric’s hand and led him down the last flight of stairs to the first floor door. “Nothing. Just walking here.”

  “Don’t let me catch you too fooling around now. This ain’t no whorehouse.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Eric called.

  Jessica jerked open the door and they ran hand in hand laughing across the bottom floor. Eric made a move for the exterior doors. There was a parking lot, woods, and secluded benches. He was ready to tell his roommate and his roommate’s dad to get the fuck out too.

  Jessica pulled him the other way and they crashed through interior double doors into the music wing. All that Eric knew of in this section were the music professors’ offices. She led him down another hallway.