by Sandy Lowe
Jesse wrapped Alara’s hair in one hand and kept a firm grip of Ryley’s neck with the other. Ryley dipped down to join Alara. They worked Jesse’s dildo together, and the way she was moaning was like it was actually part of her, making it all the more erotic. Jesse’s pussy responded in kind. As they reached the tip of the thick silicone, they kissed before working back down to the harness.
“See, Romeo, my lady’ll make you a good little cocksucker. She’s the best there is.”
Alara took almost all of Jesse into her mouth. She gagged a little, but kept going. Jesse pushed her hips up and pressed Alara’s head to meet her. As Jesse relaxed and let Alara control the pace, it suddenly hit Ryley that Alara was the one in complete control. It was her with the power, not Jesse. What she was doing with her mouth and hands was giving the satisfaction, the pleasure, and she could choose not to. Ryley settled back to watch Alara’s grace and Jesse’s need, a powerful combination. They continued the dance until Jesse quietly grunted her orgasm and released both of them.
Alara looked at Ryley and caressed her face gently. “Thank you. For letting me.”
Ryley smirked. “Thank you.”
Alara nodded to the door, indicating it was time for Ryley to leave, and rested her head on Jesse’s stomach.
Ryley slipped from the bed, pulled on her clothes hurriedly, and opened the door.
“Romeo?”
“Yeah?”
“See you after rehearsals tomorrow. My lady wants to learn how to suck a woman off.”
Ryley grinned and closed the door behind her. I’m gonna enjoy this college life.
Extra Credit
Fiona Riley
Tristan gave her long, lean body a once-over and smirked. “Lady killer.”
She fixed her faux-hawk for good measure before she glanced down at the reflection of her bulge in the full-length mirror. She turned to the side and cocked her head, wondering if it was too obvious. She smoothed her hands along the front panels of her button-down shirt, skimming over her small, perky breasts and settling over the crotch of her pants. The light pressure she applied to the bulge instantly stimulated her clit, and she smiled. It had taken a little extra time to figure out how to attach the harness to the dildo and make it more discreet, but she was pleased it still gave her the stimulation she desired. Colleen, her new friend with benefits, would be at that West Campus party tonight, and Colleen had expressed her interest in experiencing a strap-on during that quick and dirty fuck session from the library last week. Tristan, ever the gentlewoman, promptly used her extra cash from her work-study gig to acquire the necessary toys and equipment. Tonight was the first night she’d attempted to don it under clothes, and the idea was both terrifying and thrilling.
She turned from the mirror and checked her email one last time before she left to meet up with her friends to pregame before the party. She frowned at the new message in her inbox. It was from her TA, informing her that she had left off the final two sentences of her midterm essay in her digital submission and a completed version was required before nine p.m. Tristan looked up at the clock in a panic. “Fuck! That’s fifteen minutes from now.”
She hastily fired off a response email telling the TA she would be right over and reprinted the last page while cursing Word for a formatting issue that could cost her a passing grade this semester. As she flew out of her dorm to race across campus to the TA’s office, she collided with Colleen.
“Off to someplace in a hurry, Tris?” Colleen’s hand found Tristan’s bicep and traced the rolled cuff of her shirt along her forearm.
Tristan composed herself and smiled. “Just dropping off something before I get ready to hit up that party later. You still planning on being there?”
Colleen stepped closer and slid her hand down Tristan’s forearm to playfully trace the waistband of Tristan’s pants. “That all depends.” She paused at the button over Tristan’s crotch. “Any further consideration to our study sesh from the library last week?”
All concern over her grade slipped from her mind when Colleen gently pulled up on the button and in turn shifted the dildo against her clit.
“Uh, yeah, quite a bit actually.”
Colleen looked amused. “Is that so?” She stepped even closer this time, pressing her ample chest against Tristan’s, letting her hips brush against Tristan’s front, her eyes widening a bit as her mouth fell open. “Oh. I see. Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Tristan watched the subtle blush form on Colleen’s cheeks and gave herself a mental high five. “Good. I’ll see you later, then.” Feeling bold, she leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to Colleen’s lips. “Bye.”
The high she felt from their exchange helped her sprint across campus, each stride stimulating her a little more, the look on Colleen’s face present in her mind as she struggled to juggle the folder with her final paper in it and hold the door open for that pretty co-ed entering as well. She couldn’t help herself—life was short and college was full of hot women.
The elevator dinged as she motioned for the pretty brunette to exit first, sparing a glance at her watch and rushing toward the right as the hot mystery girl went left. The door to her TA’s office was slightly ajar and she ungracefully knocked / fell into the door, causing it to swing open. Her TA, Prishka Moovari, was stepping out of another woman’s embrace and smiling. The sudden intrusion drew her attention.
“Tristan, I didn’t think you’d make it.” She glanced back at the woman she was just hugging. “Thanks again for everything. I have to settle some finals stuff.”
The other woman nodded and passed by Tristan without giving her any acknowledgment.
“She seems friendly,” Tristan joked, to ease her own discomfort over interrupting what appeared to be a personal moment.
“You seem late.” Prishka pointed to the clock overhead, which read five past nine.
“Fuck,” she muttered reflexively. “Uh, sorry. I got here as fast as I could.”
Prishka seemed unimpressed. Tristan took a step forward with the folder held out in front of her when a loud noise from the hallway behind her caused Tristan to pause.
“Can you close the door? I’d like to wrap up this grading before I leave tonight,” Prishka asked.
Tristan complied and added hopefully, “Does that mean you will accept me being a touch late?”
Prishka’s previously impassive face struggled to conceal a smile as she moved around the desk to sit in her chair. “A touch, huh? I suppose. I mean, you did hustle over here,” she motioned toward the light beading of sweat on Tristan’s brow, “or is it just hot outside?”
Tristan got the distinct feeling Prishka was flirting with her, but when Prishka reached out and took the folder, busying herself at the keyboard in front of her, Tristan second-guessed herself. Prishka was a few years older than Tristan and had recently started work on her PhD. She was stunning and was notorious for wearing ass-hugging skirts around campus. Tristan had spent most of the semester fantasizing about the gorgeous TA, much to the deficit of her grade. That was the only reason she’d bothered racing over here in the first place. Today was the last day of the semester before break, and she needed all the points she could get. Not that she minded spending a few minutes of her Friday night with Prishka, but she had a date with a hot girl and some moaning later on.
The only seat across from Prishka’s desk was occupied by a box full of books and plaques. Tristan stood dumbly in front of the desk and surveyed the room for the first time since she arrived; the walls were bland and uninspired. Nothing in the office held any personalization. In fact, upon closer inspection, the box seemed to hold all of her possessions. Prishka’s fingers flew over the keyboard and her brow was furrowed in focus as Tristan’s gaze fell to the three opened buttons on Prishka’s silk shirt.
“Are you going somewhere?” Tristan shifted in front of the desk. All of that flirting and running and interrupting her hot TA hugging another woman was making her clit throb.
Prishka paused her typing and looked up in time to see Tristan’s attention focused south of her face. “I’m moving offices and will be in another building next semester. That woman leaving was my old office mate.” She leaned back, crossing her legs, and surveyed Tristan curiously as Tristan’s eyes followed the hand that adjusted the hem of her skirt.
“Oh, cool.” Tristan knew Prishka had seen her eyes drift; she wondered if it would affect her grade.
Prishka uncrossed her legs and sat forward, moving the mouse and typing something before she looked up. “Okay, all set. I have to admit, you wrote a really great paper, Tristan.”
“You sound surprised.” Tristan wondered if the knowledge that she was packing was making her more bold than usual. She definitely felt hyperaroused, but even this line of banter felt out of character for her.
“You’ve seemed a little distracted in class this semester. I guess I’m just impressed that you actually retained the material.”
“Harsh,” Tristan replied playfully, but her smile faded when Prishka’s gaze traveled down her body and halted at her crotch, currently at Prishka’s eye level. Tristan reflexively dropped her hand to cover the bulge, immediately losing any cool points she thought she might have accrued.
Prishka raised an eyebrow, but a smile graced her full lips. “Packing some extra credit there, Tristan?”
Tristan lightly squeezed the bulge as she reconsidered her earlier dismissal of Prishka flirting with her. “I guess that depends on whether or not I need extra credit.”
Prishka seemed to consider this. Tristan began to panic that she had misread their banter. She shifted again, this time anxiously, as Prishka stood and pressed her palms flat to the desk, her expression unreadable.
After what seemed like an eternity, Prishka straightened and walked to the front of her desk, perching at the edge, her head cocked to the side as she exhaled. “I suppose one always needs a little extra credit, don’t you agree?”
Tristan smirked and stepped forward, releasing her bulge and tracing her fingers along the edge of the desk, stopping just short of Prishka’s hand. She lowered her head and spoke to Prishka’s lips, her confidence swelling with Prishka’s acknowledgment and reciprocation of her flirtation. “How much extra credit do I need?”
Prishka’s lips parted and she let her fingers touch Tristan’s on the desk beside her. “All the extra credit.”
“Good thing I came prepared.” Tristan leaned forward and cupped Prishka’s jaw with one hand as she pulled Prishka’s hand against her bulge. “Better a touch late than never.”
Prishka smiled and leaned forward, connecting her lips with Tristan’s as she stood and pressed her palm against Tristan’s crotch. She moaned as Tristan slipped her tongue into Prishka’s mouth and wrapped an arm around her, lifting her up onto the desk with ease.
The kissing was aggressive and heated as Prishka’s hands continued to press and rub against Tristan’s front. Tristan sucked on Prishka’s bottom lip and palmed at her chest, unbuttoning the silk blouse easily and cupping her breasts. She made short work of discarding Prishka’s shirt and bra, pinning the smaller woman to the desk while her mouth went to work on pert nipples.
Prishka panted as Tristan teased her nipples in time with her movements against Tristan’s bulge. She unbuttoned Tristan’s pants and reached in, releasing the dildo from its confines, and gripped the shaft for the first time, seeming to assess the size and texture with a playful tug.
Tristan groaned at the pressure against her clit as Prishka put on the condom Tristan handed her and promptly began to jerk her off. She leaned back and unbuttoned her shirt while Prishka slid off the desk and stood, helping Tristan readjust the dildo in the harness to settle more squarely over her sex. Prishka’s free hand lingered over Tristan’s ice hockey–toned stomach and slipped beneath Tristan’s sports bra to twist her nipple while she stroked up and down on the shaft.
“Fuck.” Tristan squirmed at the attention to her chest and clit. She stood to her full height and braced Prishka’s hips, turning her to bend over the desk. Prishka hissed as the cold desktop touched her naked breasts, and she reached back to continue to tug on Tristan’s dick while Tristan massaged Prishka’s chest, leaning down onto her. Tristan’s free hand pulled on the straps of the harness to secure it to her hips, a difficult task to complete as Prishka continued to tug insistently at her package. Tristan dragged blunt nails up Prishka’s thigh until she reached the hem of her tight skirt, slipping underneath it to press lightly against the soaked front of her thong. She leaned forward and kissed between Prishka’s shoulder blades as she teased the minuscule piece of wet fabric and asked lowly, “Are you ready for me?”
Prishka moaned and pressed her ass into Tristan’s dick, finally relinquishing her grip in favor of clawing at the edges of the desk. Tristan pulled the thong down and pushed the skirt up over Prishka’s hips while she savored the soft, velvety feeling of Prishka’s lips on her fingers, swirling and teasing, collecting wetness as she palmed Prishka’s ass and spread her cheeks. Prishka’s hips rolled against hers, another low moan as Tristan dipped through Prishka’s swollen lips and traced her entrance with firm pressure.
“Yeah, Tristan, fuck me…” Prishka’s head fell forward against the desk, one hand reaching back to press Tristan’s hand more firmly on her ass. “I’m ready for you, I’m—”
Two firm fingers entered Prishka, and mutterings were replaced by a deep groan when Tristan pressed a thumb to her asshole before she moved back down to thrust in and out. She grasped Prishka’s wrist and moved it to her chest with a grunt. “Pull on those until they hurt.”
When Prishka nodded and began working the flesh of her own chest hard and fast, Tristan withdrew her fingers and wiped them along the dildo. She angled the head and dragged it through Prishka’s wetness, careful to pay close attention to the whimpers and shudders when the now-slick head bumped against Prishka’s swollen clit and up to her puckering ring.
Prishka’s hand on the edge of the desk clutched tightly when Tristan pressed the slick head of the dildo against her entrance. “Y-yes, mmm…”
Tristan resisted the urge to plunge into Prishka and get back the rhythm that Prishka’s hand had been providing just moments ago; she chose instead to slip the head in and wait for Prishka’s sex to adjust to the new girth, thoroughly enjoying the painfully pleasurable expression on Prishka’s face, her eyes squeezed shut as her breathing became more ragged. Prishka whimpered and pressed her ass back quickly into Tristan, rolling her hips to invite Tristan deeper.
Taking Prishka’s cue and feeling her body relax and buzz at the same time, Tristan eased into Prishka, thrusting in and out until Prishka took all of her on the fourth thrust with a pleased moan and a plump lip squeezed between perfect teeth. Tristan leaned forward and angled upward with her thrusts as Prishka’s hand clawed at her tits and let out the sexiest noise Tristan had ever heard. Tristan’s clit was on fire as the dildo slammed against her again and again the harder and deeper she drove into Prishka.
“Ugh, God, fuuu-harder!” Prishka made no attempt to keep quiet, and Tristan was grateful to have closed the door when she arrived. Prishka spread her legs farther apart and got up on her elbows to allow Tristan’s thrusts to bottom out.
Her upper back and shoulders flexed as Tristan’s rhythm and force got faster and more intense. Prishka was pushing back with every thrust, and her beautiful musculature shone with beads of sweat between her shoulder blades. Tristan leaned forward to lick along Prishka’s spine as she reached around to cup Prishka’s generous, swaying chest. Prishka’s breaths were short and ragged as Tristan started to lose her composure. She slapped Prishka’s ass with her free hand and grunted, “That’s right, come for me.”
“D-Don’t stop.” Prishka rested her head on her forearm, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit in time with Tristan’s thrusts.
The louder Prishka got, the more difficult it was for Tristan to keep a rhythm, her own orgasm swelling to the point
of breaking. Prishka cried out as she began to tremble, and Tristan pressed her thumb firmly against the tight ring of Prishka’s asshole, with a sharp thrust forward pushing Prishka over the edge. Prishka sagged forward with a throaty moan, and the pulsing and pulling of Prishka’s core propelled Tristan into her own orgasm with one last desperate thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” Tristan groaned. Her legs quivered from exertion and she leaned her full weight against Prishka, slumping onto the desk, her head foggy.
Prishka shifted beneath her, slipping out the dildo and rolling over. She shuddered as Tristan’s dick rubbed against her clit in the position change, shifting forward until it pressed into her belly. She looped her arms around Tristan’s sweaty neck when Tristan straightened up and caught her breath. Tristan kissed her slowly while the tremors continued to inundate her system, sparks and flutters prevalent with every pass of her tongue along Prishka’s, her body humming with fatigue and pleasure.
“That was pleasantly unexpected.” Tristan pressed one final kiss to Prishka’s lips before she guided Prishka’s legs back to the ground and looked around for Prishka’s discarded clothes with a soft chuckle.
“Mmm, I’ll say.” Prishka dressed quickly, wiping her mouth as she repositioned her skirt.
Tristan discarded the condom and gingerly tucked her dick back into her pants, straining at the almost overwhelming pressure it instigated over her buzzing clit. Prishka found Tristan’s zipper and tugged on the fabric, causing Tristan to wince.
“That’s for being late. Next time, make sure you get your assignment in on time.” She took her soiled thong from Tristan’s hand and tucked it into Tristan’s front pocket, intentionally brushing her fingers along Tristan’s bulge to make her shudder.
Tristan reached out and grabbed Prishka’s wrist as she turned to walk away, pulling her in for a hard and deep kiss. “If this is what happens every time I turn something in late, I can promise you that I will never make a deadline again.”