I moaned and I could tell he was encouraged and couldn't wait much longer. I could feel his hard cock slipping inside of me and his large belly pressing against me as he entered me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized he forgot to put on a condom, but I was still thinking about that dark haired beauty. Carl heaved against me slowly, grunting each time. After less than a minute, he gave an extended groan and pulled out and lay on top of me. I could feel the massive amounts of hot cum spraying all over my stomach; luckily, he had pulled out in time. With my hands on his back I could feel how sweaty he already was, even though the entire ordeal had certainly been less than 10 minutes. I was not satisfied. In fact, I was feeling hornier than ever.
He was out of it, so I rolled him off of me and fingered myself desperately. It only took a little while before I, too, was orgasming. Orgasming to the thought of her. I could hear Carl panting beside me, his hand lazily groping my thigh as my body spasmed in ecstasy. He thought I was turned on because of him. I felt so guilty. I got up to wash the cum off of my stomach and when I got back to bed Carl was already asleep.
I kissed Carl goodbye as he was dropping me off at the airport that afternoon. I met Isabella in the lobby and she was looking as gorgeous as ever; she was in a simple white tee and jeans but she pulled it off beautifully.
"Hi, Dr. Greene," she beamed.
I couldn't help but blush and smile back. "Hello."
We got through security painlessly enough and boarded our plane right on time. Since we had bought the tickets at the same time, we were seated next to each other.
"I apologize ahead of time if I just fall asleep on the flight," Isabella said as we were waiting in line to get on the plane. "I have to take motion sickness medicine every time I fly and it has the nasty side effect of drowsiness."
I laughed and assured her it was completely fine. "Sleep away," I told her. It would be easier for me that way anyway; I wouldn't have to try and force my brain to come up with topics of conversation for the three hour flight.
Isabella wasn't lying; nearly ten minutes after we had taken off she had already fallen asleep. I looked out the window over the farmland to distract myself from staring anymore at the sleeping angel beside me. I felt creepy enough already.
Just when I had finally gotten my mind off of her and onto my presentation, I felt something hard thump down on my shoulder. I looked down and Isabella had tilted over and was leaning on me. The sudden contact sent electricity through my body and I felt warm all over. I spent too much energy controlling my breathing, making sure not to wake her, as I looked down on her. I couldn't help myself; I bent down slightly and smelled her long, dark hair. It was the same smell I had come to love; she smelt of oranges and cinnamon. My eyes fluttered closed as I took in her scent, and it took everything I had in me not to kiss the top of her head.
It was relaxing, having her leaning on me, and soon I had fallen asleep as well. I woke up when I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder.
"Dr. Greene? Dr. Greene, we're here..." I groggily sat up and rubbed my forehead. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't mean to, it's that medication, making me drowsy..."
"It's completely alright Isabella, relax...no harm done," I managed to smile at her. In fact, I had quite enjoyed it...
By the time we checked into the hotel it was already far past dinner time and both of us were starving. Unsure of the city and what would be open at 10:30 PM, we decided to just order room service.
The hotel room had one queen size bed, and Isabella and I sat on the edge of it eating chicken fingers off of the room service cart. They were pretty mediocre, but we were starving.
After ten minutes of frenzied eating, we collapsed backwards onto the bed in exhaustion.
"That was delicious." Isabella sighed.
"No, that was nasty. But anything is delicious when you're starving," I turned to her and laughed, but stopped when our eyes met. I had never seen her this close up before, and her beauty was almost too much to handle. When her dark green eyes met my light brown ones, I had to turn away.
"Is something wrong, Professor?" Isabella asked. She was so unaware of how I felt. If she knew the situations I had pictured her in, if she knew what horrible things I had imagined myself doing to her body, I knew she would feel disgusted. I tried not to let on.
"No, Isabella. I'm just tired is all. And I just realized I forgot to check in with Carl when we arrived at the hotel."
"Carl? Your husband?"
"Yes, he likes to make sure I'm okay," I turned to face her again, bracing myself. "He's a very caring man." I stated it mostly for myself, trying to remind me of what I had at home.
"I hope someday I can find someone like that," Isabella said longingly, staring into my eyes. I looked back at her, searching for something behind the stare, searching for something more.
"I thought you and Neil had something going on."
She laughed quietly, and the sound made my heart flutter. I was simultaneously very aroused and very nervous as I lay there next to her, and I hoped with all my heart that she couldn't tell.
"No...he's...he's nice, but he's not really my type. It's so hard to find someone."
"It can't be that hard, for a beautiful and intelligent girl like yourself," I smiled warmly. In a sense, I admired her greatly, even though I was her elder. Her gaze seemed to bore into me, penetrating deep down to my core. I had to look away. I looked down at her body, sprawled out on the bed. She was so perfect. Her long legs, crossing slightly, seemed to go on forever. I could see a hint of cleavage out of her tank top, and it seemed to beckon me. I would have given anything to touch her at that very moment.
"It's so much harder than you would think," it was almost a whisper, and I knew she had seen my eyes scanning her body. I looked up at her with guilt. I felt like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar; but my arousal was on the brink of being unbearable.
"Professor," Isabella began.
"Lisa. Please call me Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you?" I said quietly but playfully. I felt so nervous and anxious, like I knew something big was about to happen.
"Lisa..." Isabella smiled and looked down, breaking our eye contact. "This is going to sound...well, I don't know. But I've been wondering about it for a while and...I just have to know. I don't think I'm going crazy, but I could be making this all up. I..."
"Isabella please," I smiled at her, taking a small comfort in the fact that she was also nervous about something. "You can say anything to me."
"Do you....oh, never mind, never mind, I'm crazy." She blushed profusely and looked so adorable and childlike at that moment that I felt compelled to reach out and cup her cheek. Her skin was like silk. I instantly felt embarrassed at my actions, and I let my fingers slowly slide off of her, caressing her. But it was too much. I had felt her hot flesh against mine, and my mind wasn't thinking clearly anymore. I cupped her cheek again and leaned in to press her lips against mine. I was on fire. It was heaven, kissing her, and instinctively I pulled my body in to meet hers.
Our breasts pushed together and I moaned into her mouth. I felt an intense rush of blood downwards, and I knew I couldn't stop if I tried. I realized that she was kissing me back with the same intensity that I was kissing her, and it fueled me. I put one of my knees under her crotch and held her tightly to me. My hands roamed her body hungrily, pausing slightly on her lower back before reaching her perfect, tight runner's ass. As I felt her, I almost cried out in elation. But she froze against me and pushed me back.
Panting, my eyes shot open and I felt ashamed and confused.
"We really can't...we can't do this," she said, wide-eyed. She pushed me away further and began to untangle herself from me. "You..you have a husband...and..."
"Please," was all I could think of to say. "Please..." I grabbed her body and pulled her into me again, kissing her passionately. I couldn't let her go. I wanted her so bad.
I pushed her under me and got on top of her. I kissed and s
ucked on her neck, savoring the beautiful young skin under my lips. Running my tongue along her ear, I whispered "I've wanted this for so long Isabella. You have no idea." I heard her whimper.
I pulled off her tank top and bra with ease, and looked down at her firm, round breasts in drunken ecstasy. I kissed them, unbuttoning my own shirt in the process. A sigh escaped her lips and I knew that she was enjoying herself, that I was doing no wrong. When our bare breasts came together, I moaned loudly and nearly came right then and there. I wanted to make love to her. I couldn't wait much longer.
Pulling down her slacks and panties, I looked up at her from below, and saw just how beautiful her nude form was. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't believe my fantasies were finally coming true. She felt me stop, and she murmured, "Please don't stop."
"Isabella..."
"I can't...please, Lisa. I've wanted this too. I couldn't...tell you...I was so ashamed."
Without any sort of verbal reply, I placed my mouth over her hot cunt. I breathed on it a few times, letting the hot air from my mouth play across the fluid seeping from her. Isabella moaned and I felt her fingers dig into my hair, nudging me closer to her soaked pussy.
I couldn't deny her. My tongue pressed against her and I felt her body tense up. I had only lapped at her for a few minutes when she came hard, her whole body shaking as she cried out in pleasure. I continued to lick her softly, and she came again. I pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her. She was so incredibly tight, I wondered if I was hurting her. "God.." I heard her say. "Oh God..."
I brought myself up to her and kissed her hard. My hands roamed and grabbed all over her body. I needed her to make me come. I was about to explode. "Isabella...." I groaned. She pushed me beneath her and got on top of me. I felt her slender fingers move down my stomach and to my clit. I gasped loudly and held her tight. Her tongue flicked along my neck as her fingers worked my clit, pulling and pressing at all the right moments. I was so incredibly wet, and I could feel my juices sliding down my leg. Almost instantly, I came. My body shuddered against her and she held me tight, our bodies slick with hot sweat. "Fuck..." I whispered. "Fuck, Isabella..."
It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I could feel my eyes watering from its intensity, and I felt like I was about to cry. I kissed the girl next to me as my orgasm began to die down, and I let my hands stroke her soft skin. "Isabella..." I whispered.
The End.
Hannah
Hannah Gratz awoke to see her roommate Tiffany Fitzgerald masturbating on her twin bed only a few feet from Hannah's own. Tiffany was eighteen, the same age Hannah was, and her nude body glistened with sweat as she writhed sensuously back and forth on top of her flowered Victorian comforter. Tiffany's left hand caressed her huge breasts, the nipples already as hard as diamonds by this point, while her right hand lightly tickled her swollen outer lips until they opened like a flower, revealing the damp crimson inner labia within. As she watched Tiffany play with herself, Hannah noted with a sudden jolt of horniness that Tiffany was definitely a natural redhead.
Hannah glanced down at her own body. Her curly hair was mouse-brown, and her breasts were so small she could barely see them beneath her white cotton nightgown, but Hannah's nipples were already as hard as Tiffany's. They poked against her nightgown like two little buttons, just waiting to be pushed. Because she always masturbated at least once a night, Hannah never wore panties to bed. In fact, Hannah thought her best feature was definitely her pubic hair—it was black as midnight and soft as a kitten's fur—but no one but herself had ever touched her best feature.
As Tiffany slipped her middle finger inside her pussy and used just the tip of her index finger to tease her clit, Hannah thought about Sylaire Blackwood, the girl who was the subject of Hannah's own silent masturbation sessions. Rumored to be descended on her mother's side from French aristocracy, Sylaire was by far the most popular girl at South Harbor Academy, one of the premiere girls' boarding schools on the East Coast. Sylaire's long golden hair and ice-blue eyes made her look like a fairy-tale princess, assuming a princess could reduce her victims to quivering mounds of lust with just a few quick licks of her long pink tongue.
Although all three girls were seniors at South Harbor, Sylaire was a year older than Hannah and Tiffany. Sylaire had been expelled for a year after the headmistress caught her giving her history teacher a slow, cockteasing blowjob in the faculty restroom. When the headmistress had demanded that Sylaire grant her the same favor right there on the spot, Sylaire had brought her right to the edge with her lips and tongue, then just got up and left, leaving the poor headmistress so horny she'd had no choice but to make herself come right there on the toilet. At any rate, Sylaire was back, and her year abroad in Europe had only made her an even more vicious tease than ever.
As Hannah's hand slipped inside her nightgown to rub her nipples, she imagined herself kneeling in front of Sylaire. Sylaire would be standing naked with her legs spread and a look of icy disdain on her beautiful face. Hannah would lick Sylaire's pussy, shyly at first, then faster and faster as Sylaire got wetter and wetter. Finally, Sylaire would come, grinding her soaking-wet pussy all over Hannah's face. Then Sylaire would pull Hannah to her feet and kiss her tenderly, and Hannah's life would be complete.
Hannah had just hiked her nightgown above her waist and begun diddling her sensitive little clit when Tiffany shrieked as she came. "Go, Tiff!" Shelly Harmon shouted from somewhere down the hall. Shelly had been the biggest homophobe on campus until Sylaire tied her down and proved that she'd beg for anything, even another girl's tongue, if it meant a chance to come after hours of torment. Since the dorm was restricted to eighteen year-olds, Shelly's torture session took place right out in the commons room, and all the other girls—even meek little Hannah—took turns masturbating right in front of Shelly's face while Sylaire teased her mercilessly with a remote-controlled butterfly vibrator.
Still completely nude, Tiffany rolled over to go to sleep, her hand clutched tightly between her legs. Hannah smiled, secure in the knowledge that she could really work on making herself come without worrying that Tiffany might catch her. Hannah knew the other girls would tease and torment her relentlessly if they knew she played with herself, so she kept herself shielded behind her good girl image. Some good girl, Hannah thought with a laugh as her fingers strummed furiously across her clit and a drop of wetness slid slowly down her inner thigh.
Hannah was like a guy in some ways, and one of those ways was that she could make herself come really quickly if she set her mind to it. She was way too horny tonight to bother with teasing herself the way she sometimes did. Biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming in ecstasy like Tiffany had, Hannah came fast and hard as thoughts of Tiffany's tongue licking her wet pussy raced through her head. Her fingers were soaked by the time she stopped rubbing herself.
"Having fun again, Hannah?" Tiffany asked softly just as Hannah's pussy finally stopped throbbing. Hannah froze, hoping against hope that Tiffany hadn't seen everything.
Tiffany stood up, her gloriously naked body still turning Hannah on even though she'd just come even harder than usual, and crouched beside Hannah's bed. "Don't worry," Tiffany breathed. "I know you do it every night, and I always come just from rubbing my thighs together while I watch you. But tonight I put on a whole show just for you, and you still didn't join in!" Tiffany pouted, licking her lips lasciviously. Her hand pushed Hannah's nightgown back up and cupped her exposed mound. Before Hannah could say anything, Tiffany slid two fingers smoothly inside Hannah's pussy. Swiftly and surely, Tiffany's fingers found Hannah's G-spot and led her down the slippery slope toward yet another orgasm.
Hannah bucked against Tiffany's hand as Tiffany fingered her faster and faster. Just as Hannah was about to come, Tiffany yanked her fingers away. Hannah stared blankly at her, not sure what had just happened, and instinctively lowered her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.
"Don't!" Tiffany warned sternly, catching Han
nah's hand in a viselike grip before it could make contact with her desperate pussy. "I'll make you a deal, Hannah. If you can hold off from coming all night, I'll make you come harder than you ever have in your life, I promise. I'll take you to the special bathroom tomorrow morning, you know, the one where all the girls go when they get horny and they're too shy to play with themselves right in class?" Tiffany chuckled fondly. "Of course you know, you're like the queen masturbator of South Harbor." Hannah blushed.
Tiffany lowered her head and kissed Hannah lightly on the lips, then continued telling Hannah exactly what she was going to do to her tomorrow morning. "Once I get you in the bathroom, I'm going to pin you against the wall, stick my hand up your skirt and make you come right through your favorite blue cotton panties. And this time everyone will hear you, believe me." Tiffany climbed into bed with Hannah and snuggled up next to her. "Then once you're satisfied—and I'll make sure you're satisfied at least three times, if you know what I mean—I'll take those nice wet panties and show them to all the girls in school, so they know you're mine and only mine." Tiffany paused. "And I'm yours," she added quietly, but Hannah heard her loud and clear.
"Is that okay?" Tiffany asked almost shyly when Hannah didn't say anything.
"Of course it's okay," Hannah assured Tiffany as she squeezed her hand. Sylaire's face was already receding from Hannah's mind like a distantly-remembered dream as she admired her new girlfriend. Tiffany pillowed her head against Hannah's breasts, and in a few minutes she was asleep for real this time.
It occurred to Hannah, who had masturbated for years in near-total silence, that she could probably finger herself to one more orgasm without Tiffany ever knowing. Hannah considered this tempting possibility, then shook her head firmly. Not disappointing Tiffany was more important than satisfying her immediate physical needs. With a contented sigh, Hannah closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what would happen in the bathroom the next morning.
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