Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  "I am?" The dean said, keeping himself steady through my stroking.

  "Uh, ah, yes. Give me anything you want, Professor Rivera." I was trying to keep my cool. It was really difficult to do when you had a man as skilled with his fingers as my professor pumping at me.

  "Excellent. I want the class to watch her face, as she moans and cums from my tongue." His tongue? I didn't get to consider it for long as he leaned down and plunged it into the divide his fingers had created. I had to release the dean, the surge of electricity from Professor Rivera's moist, hot tongue being too much. I struggled to keep myself up on all fours through those licks, his head between my legs.

  The class watched as I purred in excitement from his touches. Surprised, I saw the dean take some initiative himself, his hands grabbing at my breasts, wanting to explore them. He leaned in and began to suckle on me, both men bowing to me in worship. A counter wave of delight from my tits ran through me against the surges from my pussy. Both of their hands warmed my body, tickling my nerves, allowing the bliss to spread further through me.

  Lips and tongue were replaced by his fingers. I hated that he slowed down, but I understood. It's difficult to talk with a full mouth. "Listen to June. She's almost incoherent with lust from the ways me and the dean are using her, teasing her most sensitive spots. This is likely the greatest thing she ever felt in her young life. Isn't that right, June?"

  "Ugh – yes, Professor Rivera, oh God." I didn't even know what I was responding to. I wanted everything they could bring me. His tongue was so adept at pushing me to a wonderful orgasm that his fingers wouldn't cut it, even as the dean worshiped my breasts. I needed his tongue to finally cum.

  "Professor Rivera?" Myers spoke up.

  "Later, Dean, later." He stroked me kindly, not punishing me for my slip up. "I'll confess she's not the most reliable source at the moment."

  "Please, Professor Rivera, please. Please, please, please." I kept murmuring the words. At that point, I think I only had a vague idea of what they meant.

  "Interestingly, one of the greatest tortures you can invite on someone is keeping them right on the verge of ecstasy, but never delivering them. June is experiencing this right now. However, this isn't a class about torture. This is a class about sexuality, so if you would pardon me class."

  His tongue plunged in, flicking at my clit as it entered. He twisted it around, pumping in and out of me. The tongue found places in my pussy that spiked the pleasure, quickly rising me higher and higher to bliss than I thought possible. His fingers came in around my slit, stimulating me even further, everything plugged up down there.

  I couldn't hold on anymore, my muscles giving out, my core exploding in utter bliss. All my nerves surrendered themselves to lust and I collapsed uselessly into a heap on the table, feeling my heart pound against the wood of the desk, and unfortunately forcing the dean's hands and mouth away, as well as Professor Rivera's. My body shuddered in bliss, trembling in front of everyone, realizing everyone had just seen me cum. The way people look when they cum? It's something you never see elsewhere. It may be ridiculous, it may be just your mouth agape, it may be your face going stupid, but it's something so very private.

  My entire class watched me do it. I had no more secrets. I was perfectly fine with that.

  "Now, an interesting note about the female orgasm. It's evolutionarily completely useless to the prospect of reproduction. But on the duality – while it's useless, there's also no refractionary period for women. A single digit percentage of men are multi-orgasmic, but in theory, every woman is capable, under the skill of the right lover. We're going to see if we can make June cum again."

  Again? I would have been happy with what just happened, but I wasn't going to turn down an encore.

  His hands took my hips, and pulled me up onto my wobbly knees. "And of course, this time we're going to make her cum by filling her womb with my sperm, completing the primary goal of today's exercise." Professor Rivera's cock bounced onto the firmness of my ass. My pussy was sore from the orgasm he had given me, but I could tell it was ready for another round. The head slid down between my cheeks, past my asshole, and hung outside my pussy lips. "Note how she's still wet despite being eaten to orgasm moments ago. She's so turned on by being exposed to the class, she's fully ready to go again. Aren't you, June?"

  I nodded enthusiastically, a slight smile on my face. It was the best I could manage.

  "For some girls, all they care about is getting their next dick. Just like how so many boys only worry about their next fuck. June, as long as she has fought it, is one of these people." Hands firm on my hips, he plunged himself inside me – to the hilt, every inch rushing past my sensitive lips and into my folds, bursting through me like ecstatic lightning. My mouth gaped open, feeling the head of his cock nearly nudge my cervix, but just short, as if I were a perfect fit for him. He wasted little time pulling himself out of me and slamming himself right back in.

  The dean stroked his cock in front of me and grabbed my head, taking advantage of my moans to reunite my mouth with his cock, my lips closing around him and sliding up and down his rod as I was rocked back and forth across that desk by the two of them thrusting in and out of me. Two cocks at the same time, how much of a slut will the class think I am now? They were feet away, watching me be used like this. My mouth couldn't smile, but you could see the joy in my eyes as the dean fucked my throat and Professor Rivera took my pussy.

  My muffled moans escaped over his cock, and Professor River spanked my ass, the sound echoing through the room. I loved that too. The sensations on top of everything else, and I didn't know why, but at some point I decided I want to be most degraded thing possible. I wanted more - more stimulation, more audacity, more so called humiliation - simply more.

  His cock was more wonderful than his tongue by far. I struggled to buck myself into him harder, the dean grabbing my hair and yanking me right back onto his cock. The precum continued to trickle from his rod, bit by bit, and I struggled to suck him, wanting him to flood my throat.

  "Goddammit, John. Oh God – she's quite the cocksucker, but this isn't going to work for me. Jesus!" He pulled himself out of my mouth, letting my moans now escape freely.

  "Ugh. Tell the class what your problem is, Dean. This is a learning experience like any other."

  "I can't bust a nut through blowjobs. I always need something tighter. You wanna switch off, I'll take her pussy?"

  Professor Rivera slowed, again to my regret and understanding. Teaching and fucking your student at the same time really is quite difficult. "First, take note, class. Despite the generalizations I have been making thus far, one must remember that we are all different sexually, with different needs and wants. What may work on one girl may not work on another, even if it does apply to the vast majority. Dean Myers is accustomed to finishing in a proper hole, so while his cock can quite enjoy a good sucking like he has been, he needs something more."

  "So how about it? Let me finish in her pussy." He stroked himself, keeping himself hard, taking another step to my pussy, still fully occupied by Professor Rivera.

  "How about no? This is my class, Dean, so my rules. However, I do believe June did say she had anal experience."

  "Fuck her ass, eh? I'll more than settle for that. Gonna move over?"

  "We're going to share her, Dean. With a minor adjustment, of course." He pulled out of me, and urged me to stand.

  Fear struck me. My experiences with anal sex didn't properly prepare me for this. I didn't think I was ready for either of them back there.

  "Please, Dean, lay down on the table." He did so, his thick cock standing tall. Professor River opened a drawer and withdrew a tube of lube. "June, please prepare to sit on his cock."

  "But – "

  "You agreed to do as I said, June."

  "Within reason?" I pleaded.

  "It's to teach the class, June. It's certainly within reason."

  It was absurd. So was everything I had done so far in front o
f the class, though.

  I climbed up over the large desk, and squatted over the dean's rod. "Present your hand, June." I did so, and he squirted some lube into it. "Prepare the dean for penetration."

  I reached down between my legs towards his cock, and stroked the goo all over him, lathering it, feeling him twitch from the sensations I was giving. Sensations visited me as Professor Rivera brought some of that lube to my asshole and lathered it over my pucker, sliding his fingers in.

  The shock of intrusion hit me, and I struggled to stay in my squat. "Anal sex, class. A curiosity in human sexuality. Again, useless except for the pleasure it can bring us. Of course, it is one of the greatest risks and rewards for many women's sexuality. It could be an agonizing and painful experience, or it can be the most fulfilling thing they'll ever know. I'm sure June here, as adventurous as she is, is willing to take it up the ass for us here this morning."

  He thrust his fingers in and out of me, trying to bring back some of that muscle memory from my clumsy encounters months ago. Those wise hands prodded around and stretched my hole further with yet another finger, pulling me apart. I grit my teeth, and endured the feelings coming my way. In some ways it was quite pleasurable, but in no way was it what I actually expected. A few more thrusts and he left me, my asshole slowly losing the space he created.

  "It's important, though, for those who enjoy it, to take it slow. Because in all honesty, that hole isn't made for this sort of thing. Evolution sides with the 'exit only' philosophy, but as always, mankind is creative, and will do anything it can for an orgasm, including testing and abusing their own bodies. Watch closely, as she endures, and hopefully begins to enjoy the dean's cock up her ass."

  My back to him, the dean's hands spread my cheeks, massaging them. Professor Rivera was right there for me lowering me gradually. Myers' thick cock pressed against my hole, and slowly but surely, I began to take him in. Stretch, discomfort. Painful would be too harsh a word. The rod started to fill me so completely, sliding past my dirt path, and teasing every single nerve back there. I kept my breathing steady, calling back to what my idiot ex told me. Relax, and you'll like being violated back there more.

  It didn't help back then with him, but in the care of two older, far more experienced men? It was helping a great deal. As my ass swallowed the dean's cock entirely, it began adjusting to the invader. Full, so unbelievably full, like there was something missing back there up until this moment. Then just as gradually as he entered, he departed my hole, Professor Rivera grabbing my ass, and guiding the pace of our fucking.

  "Oh God, your student's ass is great, Nikolas." The dean spoke between his grunts, as if I wasn't even worth talking to, only the Professor's tool. His cock slid back into me, his insertion like a tide of sensation rolling in, his withdrawal like the tide rolling back out. "I have to say, I'm really quite enjoying this lesson you're teaching."

  "I knew you would, Dean," Professor Rivera replied. The dean pulled my body back, the disheveled button shirt pressing against my spine. His hands gripped my breasts, and tweaked my nipples, teasing them, and offering a distinct contrast to the delights he was delivering to my ass.

  My professor stood tall over me, having been helping me gradually adapt to my pucker being fucked by the dean. His fingers went to my clit, spiking me, adding a third heavy dose of sensation to me besides my ass and breasts. "Now interestingly, while most men and women desire to be in a three way situation, only the one woman two men pairing can result in natural simultaneous penetrative fulfillment for all parties, because the woman offers two places to be fucked, whereas a man only bares one, leaving one woman with two unfulfilled holes and waiting her turn with the man."

  He pulled open my pussy lips and exposed them to the class more. It shook in his hand, the slow, steady pounding into my ass from the dean never ending.

  "As such, June will demonstrate this togetherness as both the dean and I will penetrate her at the same time."

  Say what now?

  Onto the oversized table Professor Rivera climbed, and over myself and the dean. "June here is quite the trooper, and experiencing thrills many women never get to. It may seem frightening, but she's going to feel something that will surpass everything she has endured so far."

  Professor Rivera's thighs crossed my own, his still rock hard cock bouncing off my clit. Its heat slid over my button and into my slickness. Did I even have room down there? It didn't matter if I did, the head of his shaft beginning to push itself into me, yet another powerful pleasure searing through my body. Inch by inch, my professor urged his dick inside, and I could feel my body crushing both of them with overwhelming pressure. I had done it, though. I had two cocks in me at the same time.

  "A nice side effect - " he grunted, straining out his lecture as he drew his cock slowly out of me only to slam it back in. "On top of the overwhelming pleasures June is enjoying, is the fact that this also brings increased pleasure to the male participants in the act. Both of her cavities so completely filled, it makes each of them tighter. You can think of it as a sandwich effect. I'll confess this is the first time I've been in this situation, and I have to admit, this feels really fucking good, class."

  "Urhm Hmm." I grunted in agreement. Although I had the strangest wish to have a cock in my mouth as well, I was simply just too overwhelmed to speak properly. My insides were all compressed together, every pleasurable nerve in my core flaring and causing little explosions inside of me, everyone of them bigger than the last, building to something greater.

  One after the other, the dean and my professor pounded their cocks into me in an alternating fashion. As such, one moment I felt my pussy and my clit spike with a terrific pleasure, and the next, a pounding tsunami whipping against me from my ass, all while the dean played with my breasts, a storm of delightful sparks, almost a dessert to the fantastic main course I was enjoying.

  That wasn't enough, as Professor Rivera leaned down and kissed my struggling mouth on the lips, sliding his tongue in. Mine followed his, my arms draping back uselessly. The way our lips met and explored one another, it really was too much. Being fucked in two holes was enough, but everything else was sheer extreme lust. My body struggled to contain the pleasure dominating it.

  He broke away from his oral embrace. "Watch her, class. I expressed my appreciation for her performance today with that kiss. A simple act, almost devoid of eroticism, but not lacking in passion. It was the straw that broke the camel's back for her, and she is giving herself away to the orgasm that is surely about to claim her, as the moans you are hearing now clearly suggest."

  Professor Rivera continued pumping, bracing me tightly as his cock drove deep inside, straining himself and adding the sheer pressure building in my body. My ass howled in exquisite sensation, pushing against those pleasurable nerves hidden inside my pussy. It was truly too much, the pressure inside me making me feel like I was about to burst.

  When I did, it was huge. I think I was literally screaming, but I couldn't tell you, on account of my hearing being one of the senses I cared about least. All of them, beside simple feeling, held no purpose for me, a pulsing, powerful rippling through my body, everything that could orgasm did. My heart thudded through my chest as I began to descend that mountain, the sweet aches following a brief reprieve as the two cocks pistoned out of me just sent me right back into exquisite sensation.

  The incredible feelings that shuddered through my body spasmed deep into my core. The walls of my pussy and ass trembled into squeezing both men, milking their cocks, pulling them inside. The dean's hands wrapped hard around my breasts, squeezing them tight, and holding me so close to him. A brief moment later, I felt his cum begin to fill me. A pulsing, strange, but exciting feeling of my anus being flooded with hot cream.

  I found myself far more concerned with Professor Rivera. His eyes gazed into mine, and my sense of vision was back enough to realize his gaze was right into my soul. He pumped his cock inside me, my pussy helping by sucking him up, my pussy lips n
ever releasing him. The story his stare told was clear. He was the architect of all my pleasures here tonight. No matter how much I had enjoyed having my ass fucked, it was because he demanded it. I had agreed to give my professor my body, my womb. He was claiming it right now as his cock slammed into me one last time.

  Virile seed spewed deep inside, one shot after another splashing against my cervix, rushing into my womb. Hands firmly on my thighs, he groaned, more of his potent sperm spewing out of him. My pussy kept shuddering, taking the seed where it needed to go, where, hopefully, my egg would be waiting for it. I wondered if he came like this with every girl he bred, as more and more of the juice started to leak out of my pussy, and out onto my skin, cum leaking out of my ass as well.

  Both out of breath, they slid out of me, leaving me panting. My legs dangled off the table, spread wide open, giving the entire class a clear view of my ecstatic, exhausted pussy, and the wonderful gifts left inside me by the dean and my professor. I managed a smile, murmurs from the class commenting on my ravaged body.

  I felt zero shame. I was someone who wanted nothing more than a powerful fucking and the joy of bliss, to live for pleasure now instead of tomorrow or next week. It was hedonistic and people would call me a slut. I wouldn't contest the label, but instead wear it with pride.

  "Ultimately," Professor River began, after he recovered his breath, "Everything I said was useless for the sake of procreation, class, can be viewed as bullshit. The facts of having her suck cock, eating her pussy, having her ass fucked, wrangling her tits, planting a kiss on her all added to our arousal, the intensity of our copulation. We became more infatuated with one another, giving ourselves to the other, bringing us closer, allowing us to find greater pleasure, and encouraging us to revisit this act, thus increasing the chances of conception and encouraging the survival of the species."