Fucking my married Professor- 2

We were still catching our breath, my lips swollen, and his cock glistening, when the door creaked open. Shit! We’d forgotten to lock it.

Emma, the school nerd, stood frozen in the doorway with a stack of papers. Big glasses, conservative sweater, long skirt, cheeks perpetually pink. Top of the class, virgin energy radiating off her. Her eyes widened at the sight of me on my knees and Professor Kane half-undressed.

“I—I’m sorry, I thought—” She turned to flee.

Kane moved fast, gently closing the door behind her. “Emma, wait. Don’t run.” She stood there amazed by the sight, I could see her bite her lips.

I stood, skirt still hiked, and approached her slowly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to leave.” My voice was soft, coaxing. She looked terrified but her eyes kept darting to Kane’s exposed cock and my flushed, disheveled state. My eyes flashed with a hint of mischief.

"Do you like what you see?" She faintly nodded, her eyes never leaving Kane’s cock.

I guided her to the couch. She tried to protest but her curiosity and the charged atmosphere won out. We undressed her, peeling off her sweater to reveal small, perky breasts with pale pink nipples, then her skirt and simple cotton panties. She was trembling.

“You’re beautiful, Emma,” I whispered, cupping her breasts and gently rolling her nipples until she whimpered. Kane kissed her neck while I taught her how to stroke his cock, my hand over hers showing her the rhythm. She was a fast learner, her eyes wide with wonder.

Kane sat on the couch. I positioned Emma on his lap, facing him, her back to my chest. “Relax, baby. We’ll make it feel so good.”

I rubbed her clit in slow circles while Kane kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, hips twitching. I guided his thick cock to her entrance, rubbing the head through her wetness. “Just breathe,” I soothed.

Kane pushed in slowly, inch by inch, tearing through her virginity. Emma gasped, clutching his shoulders. I kept rubbing her clit firmly, kissing her neck and playing with her breasts, pinching and sucking her sensitive nipples until she started rocking against him. Emma’s first orgasm was beautiful shy, trembling, her pale body arching as Kane gently thrust into her newly opened pussy and I rubbed tight circles on her swollen clit. She came with soft, surprised cries, her glasses slightly fogged, cheeks flushed crimson. Kane filled her with a low groan, his thick cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her.

But I wasn’t done. My own pussy throbbed painfully, aching and empty after watching them. My nipples were tight, my thighs slick with need. I kissed Emma’s shoulder tenderly, then looked up at Kane with hungry eyes.

“I still need your cock, Professor,” I whispered, voice husky. “I haven't ’t been properly fucked yet.”

Kane pulled out of Emma slowly, his shaft still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He sat back on the couch, stroking himself back to full hardness, that thick, veined monster with the slight upward curve that made my mouth water.

Emma watched us with wide, curious eyes, still catching her breath. She shocked me by crawling closer, mimicking my own earlier confidence. She reached out and wrapped her smaller hand around the base of Kane’s cock, stroking him the way I had shown her, then leaned in and gave the head a tentative but bold lick.

“Look at you,” I breathed, genuinely surprised and turned on. “My innocent little nerd is turning into a dirty girl already.”

Emma blushed but didn’t stop. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently while looking up at me for approval. The sight made my clit throb.

I still need you, Professor,” I purred, voice dripping with hunger. “I need to be fucked properly… in every hole. Your virtuous little wife at home would never let you do the things I crave, would she?”

Kane’s eyes darkened with raw lust. “Sarah is… proper. Missionary only. No risks.” He pulled out of Emma slowly, his heavy cock glistening. “But you… you’re my dirty secret.”

Emma watched us, biting her lip. Then she shocked me again, mimicking my boldness. She leaned forward and licked Kane’s cock clean of their combined juices, her tongue tentative but eager. “I… I want to learn everything too,” she whispered.

We rearranged on the wide couch. Kane lay back. I guided Emma to straddle him reverse cowgirl so I could watch everything. She sank down onto his thick cock again, gasping as he stretched her. I positioned myself over his face, facing Emma, lowering my soaked pussy onto his talented mouth.

His tongue immediately went to work — long, hungry licks through my folds, sucking my clit, then circling my tight asshole with wicked intent. I moaned, grinding down on him.

I moved up, swinging one leg over Kane’s face so I faced Emma. His strong hands gripped my ass, pulling me down onto his mouth. The first broad stroke of his tongue through my soaked folds made me moan loudly. He devoured me, licking, sucking my clit, fucking me with his tongue while his nose rubbed against me.

“Oh fuck, Professor… just like that,” I gasped.

Emma and I were face to face now, both of us moving on him. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, it was soft at first, then hungry, tongues sliding together as we shared moans. My hands cupped her perky breasts, pinching her sensitive pink nipples while she rode Kane’s thick cock with growing confidence. She rocked her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, copying the filthy rhythm I’d used earlier.

Kane ate my pussy like a man possessed beneath me, long, hungry licks mixed with focused suction on my clit and occasional flicks against my asshole. The wet sounds of his mouth on me mixed with the obscene slap of Emma’s pussy taking his cock.

I broke the kiss with Emma only to whisper filthy praise against her lips. “Ride him, baby. Feel how deep he is? You’re such a fast learner… my perfect little slut now.”

Emma whimpered into my mouth, kissing me harder, her innocent demeanor completely shattered. She bounced faster on his cock, small hands braced on his chest. I reached down between us and rubbed her clit while she rode him, my fingers occasionally brushing the base of his shaft.

The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Kane’s tongue pushed me closer and closer, two thick fingers joining his mouth, curling inside me while he sucked my clit hard. I came first, grinding down on his face, thighs shaking around his head as I cried out into Emma’s mouth.

My orgasm seemed to trigger hers. Emma moaned loudly, her pussy clenching visibly around Kane’s cock as she shattered, riding him through wave after wave. The sight and sounds pushed Kane over the edge. He groaned into my pussy, hips bucking up as he filled Emma’s tight channel with another load. “Again..”