His licking gets to a steady rhythm. He moves his tongue up my wet pussy until it finds my clit, and he moves it in a little circle there until I start squirming. I put my hands into his dark hair and hold on, and I start pushing my hips up into him, pleading with silent desperation while Michael torments my nipples.

  My whole body is excited. I feel Michael’s flicking in my pussy while David licks, and I start squeezing my thighs together out of reflex.

  But David’s grip is strong, and he keeps my thighs apart while he works on me. My hip thrusts are grinding against Michael’s cock, and I hear him start to groan while I David works me.

  It doesn’t take long at all for me to feel that familiar tension ready to snap, and in a few minutes, I bite my lip and let out another sharp sigh of relief as I cum on David’s face, wave after wave of heat surging through my body sweetly.

  “I think she’s ready, Michael,” David says.

  “I’ve had a little too much fun here,” Michael chuckles, pinching my ass. “Besides, you’re ready. You first.”

  My eyes spring open. I’m about to just get passed around these guys like a toy.

  Why do I feel so, so ready for this?

  David reaches forward with unbelievable strength and lifts me up, and the look in his eyes is one of pure lust.

  I lick my lips and try to channel Tiffany’s confidence as much as I can. I drape my arms around his shoulders and lace my fingers behind his neck. Immediately, I feel his cock touch my lips, and a shiver runs up my back.

  “Do you feel good about this, Amanda?” he asks, stroking my ass with his thumbs as he holds me up.

  “Uh-huh,” I say, nodding. I feel dumb, but I can barely form words, I feel so good. “Anything you want.”

  “Good girl,” he growls, and he lowers me onto his cock.

  I feel a sharp pinch that makes we yelp, but after that, I feel nothing but pure bliss. His crown is every bit as huge and fulfilling as it looked, and I sink all the way down to the hilt.

  “Fuck,” he groans, breathing onto my face. His breath smells like cinnamon, and his cologne is manly and strong like my dad’s. “Not many girls can go all the way down, honey. You’re good.”

  His approval makes me bolder, and I bite my lip. I start to move my hips up and down on his cock, and the look of pleasure on his face makes me feel so, so wet.

  He puts a hand around the back of my head and brings me into a hot, fierce kiss as he starts bucking up into me.

  In no time, we start working in tandem. His hips thrust up, and mine thrust down. David moves in a steady, unstoppable rhythm, and it’s hard work keeping up. Now I know how it must feel to work for him.

  But if this is how that feels, I want to get signed up immediately.

  I feel my whole body start to get tense, but I want to hold it back. I screw up my face as we kiss, trying to hold back so much pleasure, but I want to get him off at the same time as me. I don’t know how I’m able to think those things. It’s so unlike me!

  I was always a preppy girl. I never even thought that many dirty thoughts. But being on David’s cock like this and realizing how much these huge, powerful men have wanted to claim me...it awakens something in me that’s just as primal and base as what’s in them.

  “Just like that,” David groans as he fucks me harder. I feel his thick cock touching every part of my inner depths. I feel him pulse and throb inside me, and the thought that he wants to release in me as bad as I want it is too much to bear.

  “I’m gonna cum, David,” I whimper, “I’m sorry, I wanted to make you cum with me!”

  Something about my whimpering tone must have triggered something in David, because I feel his cock get stiffer and thicker than ever. He leans his head back and draws in a sharp breath as if he had just gotten burned, and then he brings his lips to mine in a hot, fierce kiss.

  The next second, I feel his hot, thick cum shoot up into me, and it sends me spilling over the edge.

  A full-body orgasm hits me, and I convulse and writhe on his cock. David shoots load after load of hot cum into my insides, plastering me with his pearly gold, and my squirming only gets more to come out.

  I’ve never felt anything this thrilling. Getting more of that wonderful cum from his cock is better than anything I’ve ever tasted, and I want so much more.

  David lets out a shuddering sigh when the last of his cum leaves him. My orgasm is still making me glow, and I open my eyes to give David a shy smile.

  It’s enough to earn me another spurt of his cum up inside me, and we both shudder before I melt onto his chest. He wraps his arms around me and strokes my hair gently, moaning softly.

  I hear the sound of something moving behind me, and I turn my head to see that Michael has his cock out, working his shaft as he looks directly at me with a hungry gaze. It’s like David isn’t even there--all he sees is me, and I feel like a deer in the headlights.

  “Hope you’re not too tired, honey,” David growls. “Because now, you’re his.”

  I feel a rush of excitement run through me as David helps me off his cock, and his cum spills down his spear before Michael takes me from his hands. I’m getting passed around like a prize to be used, and that alone sends excitement through my body.

  “I’ve got you,” Michael coos as he takes my hips. I realize he’s about to take me from behind, and I brace myself.

  But nothing could have really prepared me for the feeling of his monstrously huge shaft filling me up in one swift, strong thrust.

  I let out a shuddering cry of delight when he enters me. I don’t know what Tiffany’s time has been like, but she can’t be having as much fun as I am.

  Michael rips my remaining lingerie off and tosses it aside to make it easier for him to grope my breasts. He plays with them as if they were made just for him. He squeezes them one second and feels their weight the next, letting his thumbs explore the stiff nipples and toy with them idly.

  He wastes no time in bucking up into me. While he does, David watches my bouncing breasts and starts touching himself, massaging his balls and shaft in the afterglow of his orgasm.

  Michael reaches around to my front and starts fingering my clit while he bucks up into me. Each thrust touches a new, deeper part of my pussy at a whole new angle.

  I never realized that a different position could feel different, but it’s a whole new experience. Michael’s swollen crown grinds against parts of my inner depths that David’s cock couldn’t get to from that angle, and I love every second of it.

  I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, and I feel something wet deep inside that promises so much more. I’m slicker than I ever have been.

  Although I’m ashamed to admit it, I’ve touched myself before, but nothing I’ve done on my own can compare to the kind of stimulation I’m getting from these men. I never knew that they always wanted to do this to me, but now, I couldn’t be more happy that it’s happening. I want to stay on Michael and David’s cocks forever.

  I know this is only for the job, but it feels so much better having known them before.

  Michael touches my body lovingly, all over, and David is ravishing me with his eyes. Michael doesn’t just touch my nipples and my clit, through one hand never leaves my clit, rubbing it in those same unstoppable circles. He touches my stomach, my shoulders, my thighs, anything he can reach.

  His touch is so loving that I wonder just how much he’s thought about this.

  I start letting out little gasps with every thrust. His bucking is hard and strong, and every single one grinds up against a spot deep inside me that simply electrifies me. It’s a stronger feeling than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  I feel so bad for judging Tiffany for using sex toys now.

  Nothing can hold back my moans as I feel another orgasm welling up in my body. Michael starts getting less regular, and he stops trying to maintain an even rhythm. He grabs my hips with both hands and holds on tight before he starts rutting into me like a wild beast.

  I hear his rhythmic, gravelly grunting in my ear, paired with hot breaths each time he fucks up into me. It gets faster and faster, and I realize he’s about to release himself inside me.

  Just as he lets out a final groan and releases the first burst of cum inside me, I feel another orgasm hit me like a truck, shaking my thighs and spreading out to every finger and toe, bringing me close to passing out from the overwhelming feeling.

  Michael empties himself into me, pouring out everything he has in thick, hot shots that just keep coming.

  And when it’s finally over, I’m a useless mess.

  We sit there panting for longer than I can keep track of, and Michael never gets less stiff. His cock twitches inside me a few times before he finally pulls me out, and he lays me down on the couch between the two of them.

  I can’t even speak, I’m too worn out. My whole body shakes.

  Michael takes my feet in his hands and massages them gently, while David does the same with my shoulders.

  “You’re a very talented young lady, Amanda,” David says in a husky tone.

  “Indeed,” Michael says beaming down at me. I can barely keep my eyes open. “I think we might need to revisit what we said about tips.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, a tiny twinge of fear hitting me. Was I not good enough?

  “I mean,” he says, leaning forward with a wolfish smile, “we should discuss keeping you around...permanently.”

  Five months later, life couldn’t be better.

  The only hard part was explaining to Dad why I was swelling up like a balloon with Michael and David’s baby, but the feeling of that was so good that I didn’t care.

  The guys made good on their promise. I quit working at the club after one day, because I knew I didn’t want any cocks filling me up by Michael and David’s. They took me in and gave me anything I asked for.

  And believe me, I tried to push the limits.

  I never knew that one night getting pumped full of virile cum could be so life-changing, but it was the best choice I ever made.

  The first thing I did was get Dad a promotion with a massive bonus, and on top of that, I got my parents a new house, car, and cleared all our family debts. After that, the men insisted that I get something for myself.

  So, I took them up on their offer to get me a swanky apartment in downtown Boston. But they went a little further than that--they also got me one in Tokyo, one in Paris, and one in San Francisco, plus unlimited use of one of their private jets to go to any of them whenever I wanted.

  There was only one condition: whenever either of them wanted me with them, I had to be there. And to me, that was just an added bonus.

  The more pregnant I looked, the more they fawned over me, and after five months, they decided to take leave to see me through the rest of my pregnancy.

  And that was when they proposed to me.

  With two guys, two huge rings, and more money than I knew what to do with, I had everything a girl could possibly want or know what to do with.

  Well, except one thing.

  I still had to get Tiffany hooked up with the life of her dreams too, for being the one who started it all. That’s going to be my birthday present to her next week.

  And the look on her face is going to be priceless.

  Teaching Her

  I can still see him so clearly in my mind’s eye. Professor Jonathan Black, the sexy older man of my deepest, darkest fantasies. It hardly matters at all that I have known him since I was a little girl. In fact, that might even make him more attractive to me.

  He is one of my father’s closest friends and confidantes, and by all rights I should see him as more of an uncle, the kind of guy who is completely off-limits to me. But I can’t help it: whenever I think about Professor Black, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing his usual gray tweed suit and tie, I can feel my body reacting in a very inappropriate way.

  I can almost feel his big, strong hands sliding down my body, cupping my breasts, slipping down between my legs. There I go again.

  It hasn’t always been like this, of course. In fact, even a year ago I might have been grossed out at the idea of fucking my dad’s best friend. But something has changed inside of me in the past year. It’s almost like the moment I turned eighteen, I suddenly learned what it feels like to desire someone… fiercely. To want him to touch me and kiss me and move me in ways nobody has moved me before.

  And it just so happens that this is the worst possible time for me to develop such an irresistible crush, because this is my freshman year at Sunny Brook Women’s College. I am a Sunny Brook girl through and through. All the women in my family have been alumni of this university for decades and decades. Hell, my father is even the head of the history department here. Growing up, I knew from day one that Sunny Brook was in my future. I have never wanted to go anywhere else. I was so excited to get my very first dorm room and move out of my parents’ house across town. At first, they didn’t want me to. I was nervous, too, but I’m eighteen now, and I need some freedom. Oh, and I definitely need more privacy.

  Especially right now.

  I am standing in the en suite shower I share with my roommate, trying to let the steamy water wash away the inappropriate thoughts and desires in my head. I need to focus. This year is so vital to my future: I have to make good grades. I have to make friends. I have to get accepted to the same sorority my mother, older sister, and aunts have been members of. This is crunch time, and I should not be wasting precious time and energy daydreaming about my hot professor. But my decision to take a shower has backfired, because I can’t stop touching myself.

  I close my eyes and let out a deep, slow sigh. I try to stop myself from thinking about Professor Black, but his image appears in my mind again and again. That steel-gray hair perfectly combed back. Those icy-blue eyes that seem to sear right through me to see my very soul underneath. Sometimes when I’m sitting in front of him in class, it is nearly impossible for me to even listen to a word he’s saying. I try to take notes, but I just end up doodling and writing pure nonsense as I zone out, listening to his sexy growl. I know I can’t be the only girl in class who fantasizes about him, but I am the only student of his whom he’s known for over a decade. He has been to so many of our family dinner parties. Last summer, he came with us when my father took us out on his yacht. Yes. My daddy has a yacht. What can I say? I’m Connecticut royalty, a prep school princess with an old money pedigree. Which is why it’s so messed up for me to be daydreaming about my professor. I’m supposed to be a good girl.

  I cup my full breasts, sliding my fingers up over my slick, soapy nipples. A little gasp of pleasure escapes my lips. I’ve never touched myself like this before. I have never really felt the need to. A late bloomer, they call me. All throughout high school my classmates made dirty jokes and talked about hooking up, but I was only interested in playing soccer and going on hikes in the Connecticut forest. Sure, I had minor crushes here and there, but nothing like my overwhelming feelings for my teacher. I bite my lip, looking up at the detachable shower head as my heart pounds wildly. Do I dare? I’ve never tried it myself, but I’ve heard that it feels good.

  The image of Professor Black looking right at me during a lecture comes to mind and I can feel my pussy getting wet between my legs, and not just from the stream of shower water. I take the detachable shower head and sit down on the smooth porcelain, holding my breath nervously as I position the spray between my legs. I close my eyes and start to relax a little, letting the steady stream of water massage my inner thighs before slowly, carefully moving the pulsing water to brush across my clit. I gasp and shudder with surprise at how intense the sensation is. It’s almost too much to bear. I switch the setting to a softer pulse and shiver, getting goosebumps as the water dances over my virginal flower. I spread my thighs wider and begin to move the shower head in a tight, slow circle. I imagine Professor Black pushing me back onto his desk, lifting up my plaid skirt, and spreading my thighs. I can picture him licking and sucking at my clit, his tongue sliding up and down my slick little pussy while those icy blue eyes watch me closely. I moan and tremble, thinking of how he would hold me down, his hands gripping my waist while he devours my cunny, licking faster and harder until finally…

  “Oh my gosh,” I whimper, shuddering as a wave of powerful, indescribable pleasure shoots through my body. I lie there panting and heaving, totally overcome with awe at my first ever orgasm. I never knew it could feel that good. I know I should feel ashamed, but instead I just feel amazing. After I stop trembling, I stand back up and continue washing my hair and body, making a mental note to try that again soon. Now that I know how good it feels, I want to do it again and again. But I know I have to pace myself.

  I get out of the shower and towel off, then check my cell phone which is sitting on the bathroom counter. To my surprise, I have a text message from one of the girls from Kappa Theta Nu! I hurriedly pick up my phone and read over the message.

  Hey girl! Just so you know, there’s going to be a lingerie slumber party tonight at the Kappa Theta Nu house. All our favorite pledges will be there, and you are one of the lucky chosen ones! Oh, and make sure you wear your sexiest panties, because we also invited some of the Sigma Pi guys. Party starts at seven! She included a winking emoji. I let out a squeal of excitement and check the time. It’s nearly six o’clock already! I hastily blow-dry my hair, give myself a smokey eye and some red lipstick, and walk over to my dresser to take out the one and only set of lingerie I own. I bought it over the summer, thinking that since I was eighteen now, I needed to buy some grown-up stuff. I have never actually worn it before. I’m too shy. Besides, I don’t have a boyfriend. Who would I wear it for?

  Thankful that my roommate is out of town today, I slip on the lacy pink bra and matching thong panties, then pull on my thigh-high white stockings and a pair of cute pink kitten heels. I look at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door and take a deep breath. I still feel kind of nervous wearing this. I mean, I’m a virgin. I don’t know how to be sexy! But I must admit, looking at my reflection, I look pretty good. My long, dark-brown hair falls in soft waves down my back, my smokey eye makeup makes my cinnamon-colored eyes pop. Even though a year ago I had the body of a skinny teenage soccer player, over the summer my body has blossomed. I have full, soft breasts, a slender waist, and curvy hips with a tight little ass. I do a slow spin, blushing at the sight of myself in lingerie.

 

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