He stopped kissing me for a moment to place his mouth by my ear.
‘I can give you even more credit if you’d like to fondle yourself.’
I kissed him again, slipping a hand down between us to rub my engorged clitoris. I was so excited that it was at the height of its sensitivity. I teased myself a little with light strokes until my resolve broke and I stroked harder while thrusting my hips upward to feel the professor’s cock reaching deep into the core of me. In seconds I was coming, crying out, bucking against him convulsively.
His mouth was beside my ear again.
‘Full marks,’ he murmured.
He reached under me now, grabbing my bottom with both hands and, slowing his pace, stroked firmly in and out of me, now kissing my neck, now nibbling my ear until I gasped, ‘More! Please more!’
The slower pace was tantalizing, maddening. I needed him to really fuck me and he was driving me crazy.
‘Please,’ I said again. ‘I need more!’
I gripped his back tightly and thrust my hips toward him, trying to force him to speed up, to drive even deeper.
My G-spot was enlarged and sensitized from having already come, and now each outward stroke brought the head of his cock brushing past it and released a hot stream of my juices which flowed out around him and began to pool under me on his desk. When the first stream hit him, I felt his fingers dig into my buttocks and his rhythm changed. I knew it was turning him on and that excited me even more. As another stream jetted out, he gasped, sending me over the edge. Clenching my buttocks, I ground my G-spot against the head of his cock and came again, allowing a flood of my juices to flow out and drench him.
He could take no more. Driven to the height of excitement by my lusty cries, he bucked urgently into me.
Fighting against every fibre of my being, I pushed away, slipping off his penis and scooting out from under him. I slithered off the end of the desk as he lunged forward, grabbing for me.
‘How’s my project coming?’ I panted, staying just out of reach, wicked delight in my eyes.
He lurched off of the desk and grabbed me, kissing me, his hot, wet cock pulsating against my abdomen.
‘Let’s see how you wrap things up,’ he husked.
I dropped to my knees, getting my first good look at his beautiful cock as it bobbed in front of my face. Reaching out, I caressed his balls, looking up and seeing him close his eyes as he moaned appreciatively. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, tasting my tangy juices on him, swirling my tongue first around his shaft, then around the head. I stood again, kissing him, pressing the length of my body against his.
A noise behind me made me catch my breath and turn. Another student – a handsome thirty-ish man I recognized from Professor West’s class – stood in the open doorway to the other room, stark naked, penis erect in his hand, face flushed, a sense of urgency in his clear green eyes.
I froze, then turned to look at Professor West.
He took my shoulders and turned me away, using his body to shield me from the other man’s stare.
‘Fancy double the credit?’ he asked, looking down into my eyes. His voice was reassuring, telling me I was safe.
I rose to my tiptoes, peering at the man again over Dr West’s shoulder. Taking in his beautiful body and his obvious desire, my stomach lurched with anticipation. I took a deep breath.
‘Why not?’ I said with a naughty grin.
I pulled away from Professor West and walked boldly across to the other man, enjoying the way that his eyes travelled up and down my body, how his rigid cock throbbed in response. I stopped and stood just in front of him, waiting to see what he might do.
His face betrayed his desire, but there was conflict in his eyes, so I took the initiative, reaching forward and taking his hand, then placing it on my breast. I could feel my erect nipple poking into his warm palm. He closed his eyes for a moment, cupping his hand around my breast, then opened them again as he brought his other hand up as well. He held both breasts in his hands almost reverently, his warmth radiating into them, then let out a long breath as he caressed them gently. I placed my hands low on his hips, then brushed them down just around his cock and balls and kissed him, knowing he could taste my own juices on my tongue as I did so. He groaned, moving my arms from between us and pressing his penis between my legs, trying to push the tip into my vagina. But that was for the professor, so I broke the kiss, placing my hands on the man’s waist, then running them down over his hips and legs as I dropped to my knees. I took him into my mouth and listened to his soft moans as I swirled my tongue around his cock.
I grasped his hips and pulled downward to signal him to drop to his knees, then got into an all-fours position while still sucking his cock. I raised my ass higher, wiggling it invitingly, and was rewarded by the feel of Dr West’s firm hands on my waist and the head of his penis pressing against the lips of my sex as he knelt with his legs bracketing mine. I was still very slippery and he slid into me effortlessly, causing me to moan with pleasure and desire. The other man placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt a sudden thrill as the reality of pleasuring two men at once hit me. I reached out with one hand, cupping the other man’s balls and lightly stroking his perineum. He moaned again and arched backward with pleasure. I teased the head of his penis with my tongue, feeling it swell even more, then moved on to his shaft again, licking and bobbing on his cock as he came closer, ever closer to orgasm. His breath was coming in short gasps now and his breaths changed into short grunts of need.
Dr West’s hands tightened around my waist, and his thrusting once again became urgent, causing me to gasp and cry out around the cock in my mouth. I reached back to my pussy and wet a finger with the slippery juices that drenched the area, then brought it forward and, as I increased the intensity of my licking and sucking, slipped the tip of my finger into the man’s anus. His hands clenched down on my shoulders as he erupted into my mouth with a shout. At the same time, I clenched my vaginal muscles around Dr West’s cock, squeezing hard. He gasped three times, then came deep inside me with a groan of pleasure.
We stood and I pressed myself against the other man, kissing him deeply, rubbing my wet sex against his still half-turgid cock, then turned to Dr West and kissed him as well, pressing myself against him as he pulled me firmly closer.
‘Well,’ I said, ‘how did I do?’
He smiled, looking deep into my eyes.
‘Magnificent,’ he said. ‘You’re still getting an ‘A’,’ he smiled wickedly and continued, ‘but I am more than happy to continue in assisting you with extra credit work’.
Driftwood
by D J Kirkby
Heidi started to shed her work clothes as soon as she shut the front door. She stood naked in the bath, in too much of a hurry for a shower and used a wet flannel to remove the sensation of the office clinging to her skin. A walk in the warm sea breeze was just the lift she needed, it was Friday and her weekend started now! Slipping into a bikini and her sarong, she put on sandals, grabbed her pre-packed bag and headed out for the short walk to the beach. This was the life, she thought happily, with a grin on her face and lightness to her step. Single, earning enough to pay her mortgage and other bills and comfortable in her own company! She slowed her pace as she passed the beach huts with the older couples firmly ensconced in their beach chairs, belongings stowed away precisely on the few shelves inside; as if they’d lived in these huts year round.
During days spent on the beach she often put the camouflage of dark sunglasses to good use, observing without being observed. She didn’t usually go this late in the day, it was already early evening, but she’d go to the tea rooms on her way home. They were open till late and there were always plenty of people to watch from the garden tables there if the beach had nothing to offer. The breeze rustled through the lilac bushes, wafting their sweet fragrance to her as she passed and carrying a subtle undertone of the salty and somewhat sweet scent of damp driftwood.
Heidi
’s shoes scrunched and slid on the stone shingle. She was being extravagantly noisy with deliberate intent, for she had seen the lovers entwined on their towel. They were too intent upon their increasing gratification to acknowledge her approach with any attempt at modesty. The woman gently stroked her lover’s bare flesh, fingers tracing a path from ribs to hip and then drifting down to his inner thigh, while he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
While trying but failing to do the honourable thing and look elsewhere, she became spectacularly aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his erection which was clearly defined as his lover rose up to straddle him. Her full skirt dropped down to cover their flesh but did little to disguise the gentle pelvic thrusting.
She glanced round, partly worried someone might catch her being a voyeur and half hoping there was someone else observing so she could share this erotic moment. As if the choice was magically hers, she spotted what she wanted in her peripheral vision: a man aroused by the scene before her, with his hand busy on his cock. Normally she would consider the sight of a man with his trousers round his ankles somewhat farcical. This time it turned her on.
She felt herself moisten and her clit begin to throb as she watched him standing and working away at his erection.
He smoothed the palm of his other hand across the moist tip while he watched the couple on the towel.
Suddenly he spotted her standing on the other side of the driftwood log, her attention drifting between the couple on the towel and himself. Catching her eye he gave her a languorous, sexy smile, loaded with blatant invitation. Heidi undid her sarong and let it drop, taking a hesitant step towards him. He shook his head and with his shirt already discarded, stepped out of his trousers and moved towards her, his grip firmly around the head of his engorged cock.
He came to her. She felt herself warm as his penis silkily brushed her bare midriff. She stroked it before gripping his firm ass, feeling him quiver in response.
Grasping her upper arms, he lowered her down onto the large flat driftwood beside them. Heidi brushed away her concern about splinters as she felt the roughness of the wood against her buttocks. She abandoned herself to the sensations of their hands on each other.
He kissed her as if he was desperate for the touch of her lips; gasping with each contact.
She slid her tongue across the front of his teeth. He reciprocated by kissing her neck. At the same time he flicked at her clit through the fabric of her bikini. He did it delicately, just enough pressure to make her want more.
He was so multi-skilled that soon she was unable to maintain a coherent train of thought. She untied her bikini strings and shifted her hips, succeeding in easing her bared clit against his fingers with each twitch.
Opening her eyes, she found his deep green ones looking at her, his lust apparent in the dilation of his pupils. Finding the eye contact slightly off-putting, she shifted on to her side, and ground her ass into him.
He pulled on her hips to increase the pressure of her against his straining cock and ran his hands up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck.
He started fumbling in his discarded trousers.
‘Protection,’ he explained.
He brought out a condom.
Using his hand, he guided himself down to brush against the moistness of her, bringing the viscous fluid back up onto the lubricated condom to further ease his entry. She tensed slightly as he began to penetrate her, afraid of the sensation this new experience brought. Sensing her reticence, he contributed to her comfort by kissing the back of her neck.
Though the penetration was mildly painful, the sensation soon blossomed into sheer pleasure. She whimpered with disappointment as he suddenly withdrew. Had he finished already?
He turned her over to face him and whispered, ‘I was going to come and wanted a chance to feel you reach ecstasy first’. What should have sounded contrived instead brought her to the brink of orgasm, combined as it was with his eye contact and skilful attention to her clitoris. He slipped off the condom, drawing her hand down to touch his hard cock. Groaning as she tightened her fingers around the head of his dick, he tore open a new condom packet. Heidi took the condom from his fingers with her mouth and used her lips and tongue to roll it onto him. He shuddered as she lowered herself onto him, mimicking the earlier movements of the other woman. His cock throbbed inside her as he held her hips, helping her to raise and lower herself. Reaching up he pushed her bikini top up over her breasts. His hands were rough; deliciously rough.
Leaning down she slid her hands under his ass. She melted on to him gasping as the waves of orgasm washed over her. He pounded himself up and into her in his haste to follow her lead.
Exhausted, she lay with her face pressed into his shoulder. Suddenly she heard the sound of sliding shingle. She looked up. The couple from the dunes had their arms around each other, walking in that perfect synchronicity that only comes with complete togetherness. The woman’s legs showed through her dress as they headed towards the descending sun.
The woman glanced over her shoulder, caught Heidi’s eye and winked; a huge grin blossoming on to her face as she turned away. Heidi realised she was exposed and slid off the man, covering herself with her towel while she wriggled back into her bikini.
As he dressed she began to collect her belongings which had scattered when she’d dropped her beach bag. Feeling peculiarly awkward with someone she had only minutes before been totally intimate with was confusing and she needed the excuse to avoid eye contact and halt the growing silence between them.
What must he think of me, she mused, then wondered why it mattered. She had no intention of seeing him again. For one thing, she couldn’t trust his impulse control. The man leapt into rampant sexual encounters with total strangers and that was no foundation on which to build a trusting relationship, no matter how great the encounter had been. She laughed inwardly, knowing there was more than a little need to insert the words, ‘pot, kettle and black’ into her train of thought. Judging by the tense set of his shoulders she sensed the urge to escape was mutual and that he was mulling over various exit lines.
She decided to put him out of his misery.
‘Once was perfect, let’s not ruin the memory by trying to improve on it,’ she said.
She threw him a cheeky grin, said ‘thank you and goodbye,’ then turned and walked away.
A glass of cold wine would taste marvellous while having a hot bath, she decided. She stopped for supper at the tea rooms and then languidly made her way home for her second favourite indulgence. The scents of the lilac blossoms were even lovelier then when she’d passed them earlier, the fragrance must become more potent as the night drew in. Or perhaps she was fully receptive now that she had completely recovered from her earlier strenuous activity. It was lovely being single, she thought happily as she slipped into the water, her favourite fragrance rising to meet her from the bath oil. The wine was cool, a delightful counterbalance to the heat of the water on her skin. Putting the empty glass down she slid deeper, resting her head on the back of the bath and letting her legs go akimbo. She opened and closed her knees enjoying the sensation of the waves of heat washing between her legs. Becoming aroused, she thought back over the experience on the beach, stroking herself slowly to a limb-melting orgasm. Even though she had no desire to repeat the beach experience in reality; it was obviously going to be used as fantasy fodder for the indefinite future.
The Eye
by Primula Bond
The London Eye is deserted. It was worth getting up at crack of dawn. No one in their right mind will be sightseeing at this hour and in this kind of suffocating fog. There’s no one getting in the way. Just me, my camera, and the view.
In fact it’s quite eerie down here. The Thames slides silently between the two banks and even the rumble of cars and buses crossing the bridge is muffled. I shiver inside my old Parka, though I know it’ll be warm once I get inside. That’s why I’m wearing a loose sil
ky shirt and old jeans underneath. I like to move freely when I’m taking pictures.
My pod glides alongside like a spaceship and I step in. I walk over to the far side, ready to rise up in the air. The white air and fog seem to rush at the glass, blocking everything out. Behind me the door slides shut.
The vents are puffing out great gusts of warm air. I take off my jacket, toss it onto the bench. It’s had a rough life. Dates back to my grubby teenage years. I unbutton my blouse a little, lean my forehead against the cool glass. I can see Big Ben leering through the cloud, but that’s about it. I can barely even see the other pods. It’s like being wrapped in a blanket in here, totally secret.
We are barely moving, but already we’re suspended above the ground. I say ‘we’ because someone else is in here with me.
Shit. I grip my camera tightly, keeping my back firmly turned. Ignore them. Fingers of watery sun are fanning round Big Ben’s face like a weird halo and I focus.
I can hear the faint rustle of clothing. I turn sideways, as if to frame another picture. A man is sitting on the bench, staring down the river towards Battersea. Fine. I’ll just get on with it. Trust me, though, to try to take my prize portfolio in dense fog.
‘I daresay you wanted to be alone up here,’ the man remarks. He has the most incredible, deep voice, like chocolate. ‘Me too.’
My shoulders hunch with irritation. I feel like ejecting. I glance at him. Big dark coat, open over a battered looking suit. Cool glasses. Dark stubble on his chin. So he got up at crack of dawn, too.
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