The Monster Cock That Broke & Bound Us👅💦

Chapter 15

(Lesbian x Threesome.)

Mia’s POV

I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess.

Maybe because I am.

Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.

She circled my palm with her fingers softly, the way she does whenever she’s calm or excited about something, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Until that airhead appeared.

Brent.

He stepped right into our path, blocking us as two of his idiot friends trailed stupidly behind him, looking more like his dogs than companions.

“Well…well…well…” he slurred, putting on the same smug grin with his cap placed backward, exuding that same energy that makes you want to punch him and then immediately hate yourself for the thought.

I couldn’t just understand how someone would be so fine yet daft.

“You know,” he drawled, loud enough for everyone down the hallway to hear. “Instead of the both of you just hugging pussies together, why don’t you find a real dick to satisfy you?”

Lori’s grip tightened so hard that I felt the bones in my hand shift. She’s the hot blooded one; always has been. Before I could even blink, she was all over his face.

“Keep talking Brent. Maybe one day you’ll grow one big enough to back up that mouth.”

His goons snorted while he just laughed. That low, lazy laugh that somehow makes everything feel dirtier.

“Feisty. I like it. Enjoy your little toy parties ladies.”

They walked off stumbling against one another, still chuckling. Lori lifted her hands to the air, throwing a “fuck you” sign at them, muttering curses under her breath and I? I stood there staring at their backs. Not because I was mad, at least not at him. But because his words landed somewhere deep and ugly inside me.

Yes, I’m a lesbian, and yeah, I and Lori had been dating for over six months now, ever since I finally worked up the courage to tell her that I’d been in love with her since sophomore year. Since then, we’ve been good together. She was soft and sweet, even the way she kisses my neck still makes my toes curl.

But the truth I’d been choking on for weeks, the fact I’d been so terrified to admit, was this:

Toys weren’t enough for me anymore.

I wanted heat. Weight. The stretch of something real pounding into me and grabbing my hair until I couldn’t think.

And Brent? God help me.

Brent makes me picture it every time he opens that stupid mouth of his.

After few minutes of rambling, Lori noticed I was quiet.

“You okay, baby?” She asked, rubbing the back of my head with the pad of her thumb.

I sighed. “Yeah. Just… tired.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the soft circles she traced against my skin. She always knew how to calm me down, and that was one of the few things I loved about her.

She paused, studying me for a moment before tugging at my shirt.

“Come on. Empty classroom. Now.”

“Here we go again,” I said to her, smiling cause I already knew what was coming.

We slipped into the old lecture hall on the third floor of the arts building; the one nobody uses around 2pm. Lori locked the door behind us before dragging me towards the lecturers desk. She wasted no time as she began to unbutton my shirt, her mouth already devouring my throat.

“I’m gonna make you forget about that asshole,” she murmured against my skin as her hand went under my skirt, peeling my stockings off.

Her fingers slid my panties aside, the cold hair hitting my wet flesh.

“Hmm… how long has this pussy been crying for mama, huh? She teased as she plunged two fingers in, making a stifling cry escape from my mouth.

“Shhh… do you want people to hear your filthy moans?”

I slammed a hand to my mouth as she spread open my legs before dropping to her knees. I gripped the edge of the desk, my legs shaking as she licked in slow circles, then faster, sucking my clits the exact way she knows will unravel me.

I dragged my bra down letting my big tits spill out, my nipples were already rock hard. I grabbed one and pulled it upwards, stretching the sensitive bud while Lori tongue fucked my dripping cunt.

I moaned low and desperately as she kept lapping every drop of my juices like she’d starve without it.

She slid a finger into me, then another, curling just right to hit my spot, her pace increased as the wet sounds filled the small space between us.

I bit down hard on my lower lips, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure threatening to burst within me.

The sounds of footsteps echoing in the hallway became clearer; sounds of shoes clicking getting closer and then retreating.

Each passing sound made my pussy clench as the mixture of terror and thrill twisted until I couldn’t tell them apart.

She twisted her fingers, hitting me right where my g spot was. My thighs shook as my back arched off the desk.

A choked cry escaped from my throat as I shattered. I came hard, gushing over her chin, her cheeks and the table beneath me as she kept lapping on my juices as if she was afraid it’d spill.

Lori then proceeded to strip her clothes off before climbing onto the desk to straddle me. I was unable to tear my eyes away from her. Her shirt hit the floor first, then her bra; her dark nipples were already tight from the cool air and the way she was looking at me was so sexy, like she wanted to devour me whole.

She slowly removed her skirt and panties in one motion, leaving her bare and gleaming under the fresh light.

She tugged my shirt over my head impatiently before crashing her mouth into mine again. Messy and desperately, our tongues slid off one another, teeth grazing.

“Spread for me,” she whispered, sounding low and completely wrecked.

I did. I hooked one leg over the arm of the professor’s chair, opening wider with my heart slamming so hard I swore the sound could be heard through the door.

The sounds of students passing and laughing and the risk of getting caught made everything sharper, wetter and more urgent.

The thought of being seen by a student or professor made me clench. What if they joined in?

Thinking about it made me grind my bare pussy, smearing my juice all over the table.

Lori snapped me out of my thought as she lifted one leg higher and swung her own thigh over mine in a slow, deliberate slide. Our bodies had aligned, our hot, slick centers meeting with a soft, wet sound that made me gasp into her neck. She rocked forward instantly, her vulva gliding against mine, clit bumping clit in a slow grind that sent sparks racing up my spine.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I dug my fingers deep into her hips. She felt incredible as I could feel her clit already swollen, slippery and pulsing.

The friction was building up as she kept stroking my clits against her, her hips rocking and back arching. I matched her by tilting my pelvis up and chasing the pressure as the desk creaked beneath us.

The room was filled with our soft moans as she kept pulling my nipples one after the other as our pussies gushed. The wet sounds of our pussy grinding one another was getting louder and dirtier.

Voices passed again, closer this time. Someone laughed right outside the door. We both froze for a second, our breath ragged, bodies locked together, dripping on the desk. The fear twisted into something hotter, something filthier. Lira’s eyes met mine, pupils blown, lips parted.

“Don’t stop,” I mouthed.

She didn’t. She rocked faster now, slick sounds filling the quiet room. Our mingled wetness made every glide smoother, hotter. I could feel her clit throbbing against mine, could feel the way her thighs trembled. My free hand slid up to palm her breast, thumb circling her nipple, she arched into it with a choked moan she muffled against my shoulder.

Every grind sent fresh heat flooding through me, my clit aching, swollen and begging. She was close too; I could tell by the way her rhythm shook, the way her nails bit into my thighs with the tiny sounds she couldn’t swallow.

“Come with me,” she panted against my ear, voice trembling. “Right here… fuck, Mia… right fucking now…”

I shattered first, the orgasm hitting me like a fresh wave as white, hot liquid burst out of me, ripping through me so hard my vision blurred. I clamped down her shoulder to stifle my cries, my hips jerking into hers as I pulsed against her, slick and shaking.

She followed seconds later, grinding down one last time as her body locked against mine, squirting non stop as her whole body shuddered, she let out a loud moan as she sprayed over the desk. She pressed her forehead against mine, our clits still kissing through the aftershocks.

We stayed like that for a while, our legs still tangled as we listened to the hall slowly. They’d probably headed to the cafeteria, I guessed.

“That was crazy,” I muttered, panting for breath.

A wicked smile curved up her lips as she kissed my head, slowly this time.

“Next time,” she murmured. “We find a better desk.”

I laughed breathlessly, sliding off the edge of the desk. She did also, both of us wobbly on our feet. My thighs were slick, shiny with our combined mess and when I glanced down at the desk…fuck. A glossy puddle had spread on the table, outlining where our ass and hips had been grinding together earlier.

The faint smell of sex hit my nostrils as the air was thick with the musky scent.

It was impossible to miss if anyone walked in now.

Lori caught me staring then smirked, dipping two fingers to the wet spot and sliding it against her skin. “Professor Hudson’s gonna sit here this afternoon,” she whispered, her voice low and filthy, “grading papers with his elbow on our cum. I bet he’d smell us the second he leans in, our hot little pussy mess all over his nice clean desk. Wonder if it’ll make him hard.”

My cunt clenched at that thought. Fresh heat bloomed even though I had just come undone. The idea of it; Mr Hudson breathing in the evidence of what we’d done right where he lectured felt intoxicating. I could picture him pausing mid sentence in his class, his nose flaring, confused then aroused, not knowing exactly why his cock twitched at the faint, lingering musk of two girls who’d fucked each other senseless in his territory.

We hurriedly wiped the desk(leaving just enough sticky evidence), yanked our clothes back on and headed for the door.

My stomach rumbled, all that hard work on the desk made me so hungry. Lira turned to open the window when I suddenly heard the second door click.

I spun around, my heart lurching. The door was shut again, no one visible.

Lori stepped close. “What?”

“Did you lock the second door?” I whispered.

She shook her head. “Relax… no one saw us.”

I couldn’t believe her. Someone had seen us fuck each other senselessly on Mr Hudson’s desk. They had watched, then quietly locked the door and slipped away.

My pussy clenched at the filthy thought, shame and heat twisting together.

She tugged my hand. “Come on… let’s head to the caf now. Act normal.”

We stopped into the hallway, my thighs were still slick, with our scent clinging to my skin like a secret brand.

She placed her arm around me as we walked. “Even if someone saw,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “they’ll never forget it. And neither will we.”

Her words made the lingering feeling burn hotter than ever.