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“Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” Taryn wailed. I pummeled her from behind, banging the shit out of her little pussy. She was screaming filthy directives at me at full tilt, and I didn’t care. Fuck the department! At the moment, I didn’t give a shit who heard the sounds of our congress. Consequences, be damned! At this moment I only cared about the fuck! The words, the moans, the grunts were an indivisible part of that. Take them away and everything would be morphed into a vanilla shadow of the current truth. Taryn’s words were the ultimate aphrodisiac. “Ram me. Ram ME! C’mon you goddamn bastard. Make me your fuckin’ whore. Do you like my twat, my tasty little twat? Then fuck it like you mean it, Professor.”

I am not sure where this version of Taryn came from, but I was sure enjoying it. Until now she had been a playful, little nympho, a delectable little tart that liked to tease and toy with my cock. And that was great. The world could always use more women like that. When I bent her over the desk, however, she became a changed and wanton woman. She moaned, writhed, and called out a string of obscenities that would make any civilized person faint. I guess I wasn’t civilized. Instead, I fucked her – deep and hard -, as she demanded.

I stood behind Taryn, my cock thrusting away at her juicy, pink hole. Her teen pussy was so warm and tight, a snug satin glove clutching my dick. I felt that strange sensation a male can only get from fucking a pussy: total comfort and electric excitement wrapped up in a single erotic moment. Taryn was deliciously naked before me. I eyed her long, lithe body lying face down on my desk. Her eyes were wide-open in a feral, bestial state. She appeared delirious, and unaware of anything but the fuck. The fact that her head rested on my open, highlighted copy of Foucault’s Discipline and Punish seemed strangely appropriate. Taryn’s hand was underneath her, playing with her clit, strumming away at her crotch. Her fingers were a blur, as she jacked herself off. The quest for her orgasm would not be difficult.

Taryn’s breaths were coming in ragged gasps, as she launched into her third orgasm of the evening. The first one seized her at the approximate moment I had inserted my dick into her pussy. She was that horny! The second occurred several minutes later, as we were still rutting, doggie-style, on my desk. It had been several minutes since number two. Since then, she had gone through several minor tremors and ripples. Now, though, it seemed that she was about to be hit by another biggie. Until now I hadn’t felt in danger of cumming myself. Sure, Taryn felt great – her pussy was so juicy and tight – but I had already cum two other times that day. The first had been on the cold, tile floor of my dissertation advisor’s office. My professor and I had clawed at each other, as I shot my load deep into her cunt. The second time had been with Taryn. She had given me a long, teasing blowjob that quickly took me to a zone of complete, lustful pleasure. The excitement became excruciating when my officemate, Cindy, came by to pick up her books. Taryn, who was hiding under my desk, played the dirty girl – the cheap slut. She took my cock into her mouth, as Cindy sat just a few feet away, oblivious. Cindy never saw Taryn on her knees, worshipping my turgid cock from under the desk. After Cindy left I couldn’t take the delicious torture, so I painted Taryn’s throat and face with ropes of my spunk.

Taryn looked so radiant beneath me, impaled on my cock. I drove into her again and again, pounding her cunt to a juicy froth. Her pussy was so slick and slippery. It was a warm vice that snuggly held my cock. The slapping of skin on skin was deeply erotic. It pushed me further, driving me harder into her steamy depths. Despite the open window, the office stank of sex. Her arousal filled my nose and made my eyes water. I could taste the tang of pussy on the air. If someone were to come in, it would be over. There would be no denying that I was fucking Taryn, a student, on top of my school-issued desk.

Her taut, athletic body twitched. “Uh, uh, unh. Oh god! UNH!!!” she gasped. I reached down and grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers into her skin, mauling and groping Taryn’s lean flesh with unbridled desire. I spanked her with my open palm. Thwack! She moaned for more. I brought my hand down three more times, reddening the muscular cheeks of her ass. Her orgasm took control as a guttural groan that escaped from her parted lips. The moan was low and lewd. Her hips bucked against me, rotating in a distorted spherical pattern.

That was all the motivation I needed. Taryn’s orgasm pushed me to mine. I ran my hand up her supple back. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Reaching the top of her neck, I slid my fingers up through her tousled, chestnut hair. I closed them, balling her hair in my fist, and then pulled tight. Flexing my arm, I pulled Taryn up and brought her to me. Groaning, Taryn’s face turned to mine. Her eyes were glassy and encrusted with a fog of lust. Our lips locked, heatedly. Our hunger drove both of us into the other, forcing our tongues into a timeless duel. My arm wrapped around her, holding her close while enabling me to stroke her firm, teenage breasts. Her nipples stood alert and rock hard, against my searching, tweaking fingers. We were standing now, her hands still bracing her sweat-covered body against my desk. My cock drove into her from an upward angle. We were now engaged – full throttle – in a furious, standing fuck. “Oh God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh fuck” Taryn dully moaned. With every thrust my engorged cock, she gasped and rose up on her toes. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her hair violently. At first the movement of our union was fluid, but soon my hips began to buck awkwardly in a spasmodic and jerky motion. I couldn’t think; all rational or intellectual thought fled my brain. There was only the sexy woman and her even sexier cunt that I was fucking. No more! Streams of cum issued forth from my dick, flooding her pussy. The tension drained from my body, as I ground my cock into her with a final shaky thrust. Life was certainly good.

For a moment the world went black. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I lay on top of Taryn, my weight bearing down on her. We both were still gasping from the fuck, trying to find our base line of breath. My head was buried in her hair. A scent of sweet, raspberry shampoo co-mingled with the acrid scent of sweat. I gently kissed her ear, licking and sucking on her earlobes. I felt calm, peaceful, at ease. I had given her everything I could. The fuck took everything out of me. Afterward, there was only pure, tired bliss.

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It was now dark outside. Taryn had left my office a few minutes earlier. While I would have liked to engage in more post-coital cuddling, my office was not the best (or most comfortable) place for that sort of thing. We had made quite a mess. Several books, papers, and pens had been thrown haphazardly to the floor. A mixed pool of our cum puddled on the desk. I wiped it up, while thinking of the last few minutes Taryn and I spent together.

She had said, still bent over the desk with my weight pressing down on her, “Whoa! That was incredible.” I could tell that she was still recovering. She wiped away the sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice was low and breathy, from our previous exertion. “Damn! You can do that whenever you want, Professor. You have an open invitation to visit my dorm room.”

I chuckled and rose off of her. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and in doing so I uncorked the mixed flow of our juices. It ran freely from her pussy onto my desk. I stood up straight and stretched. Another beautiful girl, freshly fucked by yours truly, was bent over my grad student desk. Where were these crazy coeds when I was in my under-grad years? I guess they were busy fucking their instructors. Whatever. It was my turn now.

“I agree, Taryn. That was absolutely amazing. I am not sure quite where that came from. When I got inside of you everything unleashed. You looked so beautiful lying there beneath me, waiting for me to take you. I just couldn’t hold back. You were very hot, and I wanted you so desperately.”

Taryn stood up off the desk. Flaky, white cum was still encrusted on her face. She said, “You know Professor – I hear, from a nameless source, you like being called that – I am not totally sure where that came from, either. I know I loved blowing you. You cock felt so good in my mouth. It was even hotter when we were almost caught. While under your desk, I couldn’t control myself. I knew I shouldn’t, but your cock was dangling just a few inches from my face. How could I resist? I felt so naughty slurping on it while you were talking to your friend. I couldn’t hold back, either. I had to play with myself while sucking you off. I was totally jilling-off under your desk. Did you know that? I even came once from my fingers rubbing against my clit. It took everything I had not to moan. I was so turned on. I could only suck your cock harder to keep from making a sound.”

She blushed. I couldn’t believe it; this sexy college coed was embarrassed. I took her in another time, really appreciating her naked, teenage beauty. She was so cute. I had to have her one more time, but in a different way. I moved close to her and kissed her full on the lips. I held her to me for a moment and then slid my hands to her hips. I picked Taryn up by the waist and set her back down on my desk. Her legs wrapped around me, and we continued to kiss. I must have set her down in the puddle, since she squealed, “Ooh that’s cold. And slimy.” I smiled and apologized. Taryn looked at me and said, “You don’t ever have to apologize, after the amazing fucking that you just gave me.”

I leaned in to take her left breast into my mouth. It was so firm and soft; there’s nothing quite like teenage tits. I circled her nipple with my tongue, and then bit it gently. Her tits seemed to be very sensitive. I could stay like this all day, but I had something else I needed to do – desperately. “Fair ‘nough,” I said, “But the same goes for you too. No apologies, ever. I hope it is ok, Taryn, but I must have you one more time. I have been derelict in professorial duties. Now spread your legs.”

Taryn did, while biting her lip. She was adorable.

I spoke again; “There is something that I absolutely must do. I can’t believe that I haven’t done it already.”

“Oh?” Taryn queried, cocking one eyebrow. She looked strangely pure, despite having her well-screwed cunt splayed open before me, “What is that, you dirty, dirty, filthy boy?”

Taryn was so cute. She was a seductive mixture of teen innocence, coed playfulness, and slut horniness. She played each role at the same time with unaware virtuosity. The roles floated in and out, making every moment with her real, unpredictable, and original. I carefully studied her face for a moment and whispered, “This.” I placed my discarded jeans beneath me and kneeled on the tile floor. My face was level with Taryn’s freshly fucked, teen pussy. She was shaved clean, except for a small decorative tuft of hair. Taryn’s puffy pussy lips were open and inviting, while still thick with arousal. Cum drooled from the inside of her molten hole. It was so erotic knowing that I had fueled her desire. It was so hot understanding that I had revved up her beautiful, teeny-bopper cunt. Taryn was hot, horny, and aroused. I could tell that she desperately needed to get off one more time. She lowered her eyes, muttered softly, and then trailed off, “Umm, I don’t know about that….”

I was genuinely surprised, “What? Why?”

She looked at me a little confused. Hesitantly, she said, “You know, um, that you came inside of me? Your cum is in my pussy.”

I looked at her with as much sincerity as I could muster. My voice was low, almost at a whisper, “Yes Taryn. I know, but that makes kneeling before you even sexier. I want to taste you and what we just did. I want to run my tongue along your pussy lips and drink in your juices. I want to taste your arousal. I need to bring you a taste of the pleasure you gave to me. Is that ok, Taryn? Can I lick your beautiful, little cunt?”

Taryn turned a deep shade of crimson. Her mouth moved, but little sound came out. Taryn spoke in such a low tone that she was barely audible, “Yes, I would like that very much. I would like to feel your tongue inside of me. Please do so, Professor.” Where was the animalistic slut that had exploded on my cock just a few minutes ago? How had she faded so quickly into a demure and embarrassed college coed? Even more mysterious, I had never seen this side of Taryn before. I didn’t know it existed. On both previous encounters, she had propositioned me. Taryn had definitely been the sexual aggressor. This was out of place, unless….

“Taryn, has anyone eaten your pussy before?” I asked.

She gasped and blurted out before she could censor her thought, “Is it that obvious? Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be bad.”

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize. Do you want me to go through with this? You just are so beautiful, and I want to make you feel good. Is this ok? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

Taryn interrupted me with a newly found resolve, “Do it, Professor. I’d like to know what it feels like. I want you to do it, and be my first. Please lick me – down there.” She paused a moment. In that split second I could see Taryn’s confidence crumbling, “Just tell me if I taste bad, though. You can stop if it tastes wretched or something. I’m mean it is kinda gross down there.”

I chuckled, “On that you’re wrong, Taryn. You look so lovely. I am such a lucky man to be gazing up at you. Let’s just see what you think.”

I slid my tongue along the inside of her upper thigh. My face was now tantalizingly close to her personal slice of heaven. Pursing my lips, I breathed hot air on the outside of her slippery cunt. Warm air cascaded over Taryn’s most intimate zone. I could see her tremble in surprise, but the experience was just beginning. I kissed her twice, gently, on either half of her shaved pussy mound. I then reached out my tongue and tentatively licked the length of her slit. I could taste the moisture. It was earthy, salty, and a little sweet. Certainly, it was not anything of which to be afraid. Ignoring my own cum, I dug my tongue inside of her pussy, relishing the tang of her juices. I rolled my soft, fleshy appendage around, circling Taryn’s velvet walls. She was clearly very aroused. I could see the goosebumps on her well-muscled thighs. I thought to myself that making her cum, was not going to take much effort.

Enough with being tentative. It was time to get to business. I moved my tongue from her pussy proper, to the precious little clit that stood at its apex. One lick caused her to jump a little, bucking her hips. Taryn was getting her confidence back. She spread her legs wider, lewdly allowing me more complete access to her delicious, pink fuck-hole. That lick also solicited a deep and throaty moan, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels good. Mmmmmmmn! Just like that. Lick it.” Her wish was my command, so I began to lick her pussy in earnest. Round and round I licked, swirling over that little jewel. Taryn’s legs were over my shoulders, her thighs pressing in on both of my ears. I looked up to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed. One hand was playing with a hardened nipple, while the other held her weight upright. Heat radiated off of her pussy. I could feel the liquid, truly starting to flow. I gulped it down, without a second thought. I relished her arousal. I wanted to make this special, a first time that she would remember for years with fondness. I wanted her to be able to think back and remember my tongue loving her cunt.

Taryn’s mouth contorted into an “O.” Her hand that was playing with her tit moved to the back of my head. She pressed me in, forcing me to butt up against her liquid sex. I could feel her bucking against me, spasming wildly in a growing need. She was close. I gripped her rounded hips, digging my fingers into her soft, teen skin, and held on. Finesse was no longer necessary. Instead, I simply aimed to hit the right spot with as much tongue speed as possible. Up and down, back and forth, my tongue flared against her clit. This was not a tease, but rather, a full-on pussy licking session. I lapped at her exquisite juices as they flowed hot and strong. They dripped off of my chin, down the crack of her ass, and onto the floor.

As all of Taryn’s muscles tensed, my face was flooded. She came in buckets. Her liquid arousal covered my lips, chin, and neck. Taryn’s hand pressed my face against her snatch with Herculean force. I felt like I was in the powerful grip of the Jaws of Life. Perhaps I was? Taryn ground her cunt against me, seeking as much friction as possible. Her legs clamped down and I couldn’t breathe, but that was fine since I could still inhale pussy - such a succulent smell!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Ohhhhh!” Taryn moaned. Sensing she had passed over the brink I slowed my tongue, bringing down the speed of my licks. Her firm, teenage breasts were heaving and bucking with the molten rush of her orgasm. Taryn’s hand, which had been holding me firmly against her cunt, now was pulling me away. Her fingers dug into my hair and tried to force me back. “No, no, no, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too hot.” she asserted. I looked up her and flashed toothy smile. She smiled back, still gasping for air. Slowly, Taryn was coming down. Why not have a little fun? Be a tease, I evilly thought? I blew hot air onto her sensitive loins, and licked her from slit to clit a final time. Taryn released her grip on my hair, and backhanded the top of my head. “You bastard. I said not to do that,” Taryn said and then giggled.

“Did that feel good?” I said, looking up from between her legs.

“Only a little,” she smirked. “Just kidding! That was great, Professor. I will definitely have to have you go down on me again. Wow! That was hot! I can’t believe that I never made my boyfriend do that for me.”

It was time for me to be surprised. “Your boyfriend?”

Taryn looked a little guilty, but then recovered. “Yeah. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’ll let you eat my pussy anytime you like.” I glared at her as I stood up. “C’mon, that can’t bother you, right? It’s not like you and I have gone out for a dinner and a movie, or anything. We only had sex.”

But it did bother me. I spoke, carefully measuring my words, “Taryn, I agree we only had sex – fantastic, mind-blowing, rock-me-to-the-core sex, but still just sex. But that isn’t what bothers me. I just don’t like being the other guy. I don’t want be the one who is causing the affair. I have been the one was cheated on and it wasn’t fun. It was one of the worst life experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t want to be the one who causes the problem or the pain.” What is it with these coeds? Don’t any of them believe in monogamy anymore?

“You’re sweet. I completely understand,” Taryn said, her tone suddenly becoming very serious, “but I wouldn’t worry too much. This is my decision and I take full responsibility. It is my choice. I don’t know where that relationship is going. He’s a great guy. Perhaps I am in love with him, perhaps not. Whatever the case might be, I am not ready for a total commitment. While I want you to fuck me again, I won’t let him get hurt. I can make that work, I promise. You and I are fuck-buddies; that’s all. It will be our little secret.”

Just like you told Shannon and Jessica about the hand job, I thought. Oh well, no need to snipe after Earth-shaking sex. “Agreed.”

Taryn’s tone brightened considerably after that. Naturally, we changed subjects. We chatted amicably about the weather (both of us agreed it was getting cold) like we were two people who were standing at a bus stop. If we weren’t naked and the room wasn’t a shambles, a casual observer would never have thought that we had just fucked our brains out. We both got dressed and straightened up. Both of us had to brush off the dust bunnies that our clothes had collected from the floor beneath my desk. Before heading out the door Taryn leaned in for a final kiss goodbye. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. It was long, lingering, and sweet. A fiery passion raged in that kiss. Her moist lips parted and her tongue – like a lost lover - found mine. I was dazed when we finally broke apart. Taryn said while smiling sweetly, “So that’s what my pussy tastes like, eh? Nice! I can see why you liked spending time down there.” She giggled and I blushed. “I had a great time, Professor. I meant what I said; I am sure I will need to see you again. But this is between us – and only us. Ring my cell anytime. I left the number on your desk. Later, Professor.”

And she was gone.

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The next few days were spent living my basic routine. I studied and wrote. I took careful notes and tried to grapple with ideas that defied what most sensible people would call logic. I sat at my computer and plunked out another paper. I went to class, nothing out of the ordinary there. Sarah, my grad student friend and former lover, spent most of her time trying to ignore me. She sat on the opposite side of the classroom and rushed out the door as soon as the designated time was over. I decided that it would be best to leave her alone and not to push. Let her come to terms with my secrets in her own time.

Professor Endicott was another matter. On the surface she seemed very normal, too normal. Jen’s classes were as interesting as always, and she continued to treat me like she had before – like I was any of the other Ph.D. candidates she was working with. After class (on either day) Jen didn’t invite me back to her office to “discuss” my dissertation (even though I lingered around for a few extra moments). I did, however, get the sense that she was still interested in pursuing further professor / student sexual relations. I often felt like she was eyeing me when I wasn’t looking. But I never caught her dead on, so I could never be absolutely sure.

Jessica and Shannon missed their next class. I understood. Mornings were often difficult, and they had an inside connection with the instructor. Fucking the T.A. had its upside for the two coeds, even if it was just the ability to sleep in. They showed up at the next class following that one, but they didn’t seem to be in the mood to do any exhibitionistic flirting. Both of them looked like they had barely rolled out of bed after a night of heavy partying. Sorority rush tends to have that effect on people. They were both wearing baggy sweats with the school’s logo embroidered on the front (do they coordinate?) Jessica had her blonde hair in a ponytail, while Shannon wore a dingy baseball cap. It was a speech day for which they didn’t have to perform. They were only required to show up so that the poor schlubs that were speaking had a captive audience. So Jessica and Shannon put on their best audience faces, and drifted into a disinterested, hung-over, semi-conscious doze for the bulk of the class period.

The students and I were thoroughly bored after the monotonous string of poorly organized and over-wrought speeches. Most of the life had been sucked out of the classroom. I am sure I would have killed myself if I heard one more student argue that the legal drinking age should be lowered to eighteen. God, I love my job! But time was up, and the students needed to go to their next pressing engagement. On the way out the door, Jessica stopped by my desk. If I hadn’t been watching the gentle sway of her teenage ass, I would never have seen Jessica drop a small, folded note on top of my papers and books.

The scrap of paper was a dusty pink color. Very girlie! After the students left, I looked over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being watched. No one was there, so I opened it. Written in loopy, feminine script was the following note:

“I am thinking of you. I can’t wait to have you inside of me again. I will call you tonight. Late. – J.”

Ah, Jessica. I smiled to myself. It felt good knowing that I would soon be hearing from her again. Even a few days without communication seemed to be an eternity. My thoughts always drifted to her. To me, she was a constant and lingering question mark. I didn’t know what she felt, or what she wanted. It felt like I was always at the edge with her. I felt so vibrant and alive when I thought of her, but I also knew that this feeling could be dashed in a heartbeat. At any moment, I could be dropped for some new experimental boy-toy. While this knowledge brought with it an unspoken urgency, I needed and wanted more security. I desired to know that we were something, despite an open and very non-monogamous relationship. I also knew, however, if I requested something more that I would only push Jessica away.

I folded the note up and put it in my pocket. I trudged back to my office, my mind in a daze. Seeing Jessica – even at her worst - brought up several uncomfortable feelings that I didn’t want to deal with. For now they needed to remain bottled up. On a different note, seeing Jessica also reminded that I still had not identified my Mystery Fuck. Jessica had been correct; not knowing her identity was extremely erotic. As time passed by, though, the urgency of that question dwindled. I still, however, couldn’t help but to wonder who she was. Curiosity still nipped and nagged at my thoughts. Which unknown college coed had I fucked by the fountain, that night? On the way to my office I passed several clumps of college cuties. My eyes grazed their long legs, soft breasts, and round asses – visually groping each and every one. And for every coed I scanned, I wondered, “Is that the one I fucked?”

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Brrrrrrrrinnnnnnngggggggg!

What the fuck? I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It was 2:32 a.m. Who would call me at this late (early) hour? Only one name came to my sleep-addled mind – Jessica.

I had gone home fairly early. I had work to do, and I wanted to be there for Jessica’s call. Some of my work got done, but I mainly thought of Jessica. So I sat and I waited for the phone to ring. Pathetic, eh? Eventually I ordered a pizza and put on a movie. By 11:00 the film was over, and still no call from Jessica. I was lonely, bored, and feeling sorry for myself. I turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and pulled the down comforter over my head.

But then came the phone call. I leapt from my bed, feeling instantly awake. On my way I stubbed my toe on the corner of my dresser. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but no matter. I had to get the phone.

I picked up the cordless between the third and fourth rings. My voice cracked as I said into the phone, “Hello?”

A sweet and sultry voice spoke to me from the other end, “Hey, Professor. Having a good evening?”

“Better, now that I am talking to you.”

“Awwwwww. You’re so sweet. I bet you say that to all the sexy bitches that ring you up for a late night booty call?”

“Nope, only you Jessica. I was thinking you weren’t going to call.”

She seemed surprised, “Really? I said that I would.”

“Yeah, I know. It was just getting kind of late, and I figured that you must have had other plans.”

“Listen up Professor. If I say I am going to call you, I am going to do just that. I don’t make promises I won’t keep. You mean something to me, and I am not going to just walk away from that. You are too damn much fun to corrupt.” Jessica giggled lightly at first and then broke into full laughter before speaking again. I heard another voice coming from Jessica’s end. “Hold on. A close and intimate friend wants to say hello,” Jessica said.

The phone switched hands before I heard another woman speak, “Good evening, Professor. Are you comfortable? Are you enjoying yourself?”

I recognized that voice, “Hey Shannon.” It was Jessica’s girl-lover and extremely sexy roommate. This conversation was getting very interesting. I plopped down on my bed before continuing. “Sure everything is just wonderful around here. What have you two ladies been up to this evening?”

“Not too much. We did some sorority rush stuff, before coming back to the dorm. It was a pretty typical Friday night. It’s been a little while since I have seen you.” I could almost see her cherry lips form into a seductive baby-doll pout. “Class time is nice and all, but the extra-curricular activities are so much more satisfying.” Shannon paused again in thought before saying, “I miss you, Professor. We must play again soon. But until then I just wanted to take the phone and say hello. Now, I’m gonna go eat Jessica’s tasty pussy. I’ll put that slut back on the phone with you.”

My jaw dropped when Shannon told me her plans. Once again the phone changed hands. I heard Jessica voice say, “Hello again, Professor.” There was a unusual lilt to her voice tonight, “Shan just told you what she is going to do to me, right? My legs are open and I have a pillow under my ass for her easy access. Does that turn you on, to know that I am ready for her? Would you like for me to tell you how it feels to have Shannon go down on me?”

This was a surreal moment. A few seconds ago I was asleep, now I was about to have phone sex with the siren of my dreams. “Yes,” I croaked.

Jessica giggled, “Good boy. Then why don’t you go grab some lotion or baby oil or something. I think you might need it.” I stumbled off to my bathroom, riffled through my medicine cabinet, and found a large bottle of lotion. I quickly rushed back to the room. I picked up the phone and I let Jessica know that I was back. “Well then,” she said, “I think we are ready for some fun. Lie back down on your bed and pull out your cock. I want you to take a big dollop of lotion, put it on your palm, and then rub it all of your cock. Work it in. Lube it all up! Make your shaft all nice and slippery. Can you do that for me?”

Such a difficult request! I did as commanded. It felt so good to be stroking off while listening to Jessica’s sexy voice. I answered her, “Yes, I am rubbing my cock right now. It is getting hard just listening to your slutty talk Jessica. I love it when you play the slut.”

“That so hot! I am picturing you stroking your dick, Professor. I wish I had it here to suck on. I would lick it so good. Would you like that, Professor, your little slut student sucking your cock? I don’t even need to have my grade raised. You already did that. I’d go down on you just for fun. Unfortunately, I can’t blow you right now. That makes me sad. I guess I will have to make do with Shan. She is crawling onto my bed. She’s naked. Do you remember what she looks like naked? She is so cute. She has such suckable little titties. I could eat her up all night long. I sometimes have. But I can’t right now, because that is what she is going to do to me. Come here baby,” I heard Jessica say to Shannon, “Take off my panties. Good girl! That’s a good little slut. Do you see that? My legs are spread wide for you. My shaved pussy is so, so wet. I bet it tastes so good. I think I have to try it myself.”

Jessica halted her litany of dirty words for a moment; then I heard her sucking on her finger. The slurping sounds were obscene and erotic. I instantly recalled her consummate oral skills. Her sloppy blowjobs were definitely worthy of a grade bump. My cock was throbbing, as I listened to the porno-esque scene that was playing out on the other end of the phone line.

“That’s right, Shannon. Suck on mama’s pussy. Bury your face in it. Rub it all around. Use your nose. I want you to lick up my gash. Oh, that feels so good. What do you think, Professor? Can you see it? Can you picture Shannon licking at my little hole?”

My hand was flying up and down my shaft, beating time to the sound of Jessica’s words. My other hand cupped my balls, caressing them and rolling them around. The phone, that I was trying desperately to keep stable, was lodged in the crook of my neck. I moaned to Jessica, “Yes, I can see it. She is in front of you. Her tight, little ass is perched up in the air. If I were there I would move behind Shannon to fuck her juicy cunt. I am sure it is juicy, since she must be so turned on too. How could someone eat your pussy, and not be turned on? Tell her to be a good, little slut and lick your clit. Then I want you to reach over and spank her.”

Jessica moaned, “Oh yeah! Ohhhhhhh. Professor, you and Shan have me so fuckin’ hot. Shan, the Professor says you aren’t doing it right, though. That feels very good, but you need to lick my clit. Right there! Oh, mmmmmm. Yeah, Shan that is sooooooo much better. Fuck, that’s good.” Jessica’s vocabulary fell into a pattern of obscenities and moans. In the midst of it all, I heard a loud “thwack” noise, followed by a high, girlish squeal. Shannon’s ass got spanked.

“Did you like that that, Professor? Shan’s ass is so spankable! Her tongue is still on my clit. It feels so good, but I need more. Put your fingers in my pussy. I want you to finger fuck me while you go down on me. Can you do that baby? Yeah that’s right! Ohhhhh. It is so wet down there. Would you like to hear it, Professor?”

The next moment I heard an obscene squelching sound. I could hear the wet rhythm of Shannon’s fingers working in and out of Jessica’s slippery, eighteen-year old cunt. Shannon’s finger-fucking seemed to start slow but quickly began moving at a semi-feverish pace. I could tell she was whipping Jessica’s girl-cum to a creamy froth. Jessica moaned, deep and throaty. Was she cumming? It sure seemed that way, especially when she dropped the phone.

For the next few moments I listened to a symphony of orgasmic shrieks, moans, and cries. I could visualize Jessica in the throes of sexual delight. I had seen it before. The image had been burned into my mind that first time on my office desk. Surely, her head was thrown back in ecstasy, with eyes closed and blonde hair spread out around her. She was propped up on the dorm-issued pillow so she could look down the length of her tan golden skin (which she had been doing until she came) at Shannon between her legs. My hand was moving without thought as I listened to Jessica cum. I was getting so turned on.

I could hear Jessica coming down. She picked up the phone and said, “Oh yeah, baby. You made me cum so good. I love how you eat my pussy. What’s that?” I could hear Shannon say something but I couldn’t make out what it was. I heard Jessica giggle and say, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You nasty, horny slut!” I could hear Jessica shifting around. “Go ahead. Here it is! Go ahead and eat my ass.”

I couldn’t believe it. Shannon was about to put her tongue in Jessica’s succulent ass. Fuck, that’s hot! I could hear Jessica’s voice again, “Oh yeah, that feels awesome! Yeah, rim me you little whore. Do it. Lick my asshole. Only a dirty girl would eat somebody’s ass. Are you a dirty girl? You are….” Jessica’s voice trailed off into a strained moan. But then she picked up where she left off, “That’s right, stick your tongue up my bunghole, like a good slut. Oh, yeah, mmmmmmm. Did you hear that, Professor? Shannon’s tongue is in my ass. I want to make myself cum again. It won’t take much. This is so hot! I am so fucking horny! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, she just added a finger. She has her finger in my asshole. Oh,yeah. Oh GOD! Fuck, that is soooo good! You horny teen slut, finger bang my ass, while I play with my pussy. OHHHHHHHH. That is soooooo good!”

I could feel myself getting closer to shooting off as the scene got dirtier. Then Jessica amped the sexual tension up once more, “Oh God, Professor! I wish it were your fat cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me in the ass!” What a deliciously, wonderful thought!

The auditory spectacle had become too much for me. I couldn’t take the thought of plowing Jessica’s sweet asshole. I needed to cum. I said to Jessica, “Oh, baby! You have me so hot, do you want me to cum?”

“Oh, God! Oh, yes!” Jessica replied. “Do it! Stroke you cock! Shoot your big fuckin’ load. I love it when you cum. Cum for me, baby! I am gonna cum too. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God! Shannon is going to make me cum too. Eat meeeeeeeeeeeee! Eat my ass!”

“I’m cumming, Jessica” I blurted. Spunk shot from my cock, a clear foot or more up in the air. I could hear Jessica moaning alongside me as we came together, our climaxes perfectly in sync.

Our breath rose and fell together. I heard another smack on the other end of the line. Shannon voice, in the distance, yelled with mock indignation, “You BITCH! You smacked me. That’s the last time I eat your slutty ass.” Jessica and I both laughed, before falling into a semi-awkward pause.

I broke the silence, “Jessica that was amazing. Thank you.”

Jessica snorted and replied, “What for, you big stud? I was the one that got my privates licked. All you did was say ‘hi’ to your monster.”

“Still, thanks.”

“No problem. Hey, what are you up to tomorrow night? Shan and I were wondering if you would like to get together and do something. Not sure what. Maybe watch a movie or play cards. Or fuck,” she deadpanned. “We missed a class so we might need another tutorial? The material has been a pain in the ass, if you know what I mean. Do you think you can help us with that problem?”

I gulped. “Sure, I think I can help with that. How’s 8:00 p.m.? Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. How about we meet at your place this time? I wouldn’t want to disturb our neighbors like we did before. I have been hearing about our enthusiastic vocals ever since you were last here. I keep telling them it was my vibrator, but they won’t believe me. The damn girls just won’t leave me alone.”

“That works. It’s a date,” I said not thinking about my choice of words. I immediately regretted them as soon as they were spoken.

“Yeah, a date,” Jessica quipped, her voice laden with irony. “A date where all three of us fuck ourselves silly.”