Chapter 8

A squishing sound came from her pussy and cock's intimate encounter. It sounded like a suction being pulled up and being pumped back again or a foot stuck in mud being pulled up and back again. Justin moved his hips in circular movements applying more pressure on Brenda's clitoris. Her clit tingled and sent tiny vibrations of bliss up her spine and into every nerve ending in her body.

"Hmmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmmm . . . ," she mumbled, the black of her eyes disappearing from view. She clutched the pillows as Justin continued to fuck her with sliding, circular motions on her pubis, grinding her bone where her clit protruded, and simultaneously penetrating her pussy until his organ was buried deep in the folds of her vagina. Justin uttered animalistic groans as his third ejaculation, in a span of a few hours, was nearing its expulsion.

Meanwhile, John was masturbating and kissing Brenda whenever Justin left her mouth free. He was also massaging his dick relentlessly until it grew as big as Justin's. He pinched Brenda's tits at will and placed his hand between their colliding bodies, once in a while. Then Justin grunted violently and then ejaculated, his body jerking like a puppet on a string that had gone haywire. Brenda climaxed almost at the same time, and her body shook with him in a state of jubilant release. Not to be outdone, John strained for his climax and joined them in a wonderful chorus of sounds that conveyed their sexual satisfaction.

"From this primary position, you can easily shift to other positions such as, the scissors, the bridge and the helicopter," Justin stated huskily, his cock still tumescent and awake.

John interjected, "remember the missionary position because it's utterly satisfying. Eventually, you'll learn all the other positions."

Graduation day was fast approaching and Brenda was thinking, I wasn't guaranteed of another meeting with these two great professors, but I need to take further lessons, she mused. She wanted to master the techniques of the new sensual world that they had introduced to her. She had high hopes they would agree after she had passed their subjects with flying colors. She put on her IPod's music and started dancing seductively to JLo and Pitbull's 'Live It Up'.

"Now, it's time to teach you some dance lessons, professors," she declared impishly. In her birthday suit, she shook her booty and undulated her body.

The two erudite men stared, mesmerized at the dancing nymphet and resolved that she was worth their time and effort.

"When do you want your next lessons?" John asked expectantly.

"Tomorrow," Brenda replied, her tits and pussy already tuning up for the expected pleasurable sensations.

"Your next case study is Kama Sutra," Justin disclosed, his breathing back to normal.

"Aye, aye sirs," Brenda saluted them.

The two men eyed each other curiously and broke out laughing. Brenda saluted them again, this time with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't go easy on me, professors. I'm a fast learner."

Justin chuckled, stretching back against the pillows. "Careful, Brenda. The Kama Sutra isn't for beginners."

"Neither was I," she teased, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she twirled to the rhythm of the music still pulsing from her iPod. Her hips rolled, her body shimmering with confidence that hadn't been there just days ago.

John leaned forward, eyes dark with intrigue. "Tomorrow, then. But know this lessons only get harder."

"That's the point," she whispered, blowing them a kiss before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

The two men exchanged a look, half amusement, half anticipation. They knew she'd be back curious, daring, insatiable.

And Brenda? She closed the door, pressed her back against it, and smiled to herself.

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough for her.