ANMELDENCalder pulled out of me slowly and the sudden emptiness made me whimper. My arms were shaking from holding myself up and my ass still stung from the earlier spanks. I stayed on my hands and knees, breathing hard, feeling open and used.Voss stood up from the armchair. His cock was fully hard again, longer and fatter than Calder’s, the head already shiny. He looked at me for a long moment, then moved to the couch and lay down on his back and his cock rested against his stomach.“Come here,” he said. “You’re going to take both of us.”My stomach flipped hard at his words but I crawled toward him on shaky limbs. He guided me until I straddled his hips. I could feel the heat of his cock against my soaked pussy. Calder moved in behind me, hands on my waist.“Slow,” Calder murmured against my ear. “You’re going to sit on him first.”I reached down, wrapped my fingers around Voss’s thick cock, and guided the fat head to my entrance. Even after being fucked I still had to breathe through the
I was still shaking when they moved me again.Calder’s hands turned me over like I weighed nothing as he guided me onto my hands and knees on the couch with my ass up. My legs were still shaky from the last orgasm and the mix of their cum was already leaking down my inner thighs in thick, slow trails.Voss sat in the armchair across from us, legs spread, the length of his cock still half-hard and glistening. He didn’t touch it at first, he just watched us with dark eyes, the thick shaft giving an occasional slow pulse against his stomach.Calder moved behind me and I felt the head of his cock drag through the mess between my legs, coating himself in the mix of cum and my own slick. Then he pushed in.The stretch pulled a broken sound out of me as he sank deep in one slow thrust until his hips pressed against my ass. I could feel every inch of him that my fingers curled into the fabric of the couch.“Fuck,” I chocked, forcing out the words.Calder’s hand was on the small of my back.
My legs were still shaking when they finally let me breathe.Calder pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet sound, thick strands of spit still connecting my swollen lips to the shiny head. Below me Voss gave my oversensitive clit one last slow lick that made my whole body jolt before he eased me off his face. I collapsed sideways onto the couch, thighs trembling and pussy throbbing. Voss sat up, mouth and chin glistening with me. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips and looked down at my body like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to ruin me next.“On your back,” he said. “Head closer to the arm of the couch.”I I shifted until my head rested near the padded armrest, giving Calder clear access from the side. My legs fell open on their own and I knew they could see everything… how wet I was, how my pussy flexed around nothing, how the inner folds were shiny and swollen.Calder stood near my head stroking his cock slowly, still slick from my mouth. Voss shifted between
Calder’s cock left my mouth with a wet sound. Voss slid his thick fingers out of my pussy and the sudden emptiness made me whimper. I was left sitting on his lap in nothing but soaked panties, lips swollen, thighs trembling.My pussy throbbed around nothing and the ache was deep enough that I almost reached for them again.“Please…” The word came out wrecked before I could stop it.Voss’s hand gripped my hips while Calder stood in front of me still stroking his cock, the shaft shiny from my mouth.“Question,” Voss said. “Answer carefully. Get it right and you get a reward. Get it wrong and you get punished. What is the primary function of the motif we discussed earlier?”I didn’t even think about it or care what the answer was. I just wanted their hands back on me.“It represents memory,” I said, my voice still rough.Calder tsked softly, still stroking himself. The sound was full of disappointment and somehow hotter because of it.Voss’s fingers tightened on my hip. “Wrong.”Before I
I swallowed hard as Professor Calder reached into his open trousers and drew himself out slowly, like he wanted me to watch every inch appear.My breath caught hard in my throat as I looked at his cock. He was thick and heavier than I had expected, the shaft rigid and veined, the head pink and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the light. The sight of it made my stomach drop and my thighs press together on their own. Heat crawled up between my legs and I could feel just how wet I had become just from looking at him. “Oh god,” I whispered.Calder’s eyes were on my face. “Open your mouth.”I did and he stepped forward and rested the hot, smooth head against my lower lip. The first taste of him made my eyes flutter shut. I licked across the slit, collecting that bead of precum, and a soft, hungry sound left my lips before I could stop it. He was salty and warm and I wanted more of it.My hand came up and wrapped around the base and I felt just how warm and hard he was. I parte
I sat on the couch with my notebook open in front of me and my pen resting between my fingers. Professor Calder stood near the window, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark tie loosened. The muscle in his forearms shifted whenever he moved. Professor Voss leaned against the desk, his shoulders broad, the same rolled cuffs showing the thick lines of his biceps.Then Voss spoke. “Emma, explain the central argument of the third chapter. In your own words.”I looked down at the open book, then back up. I tried to remember what I had read the night before, but nothing came.“It’s about… the way the character uses silence as a form of power,” I said carefully. “How not speaking becomes stronger than speaking.”Calder shook his head. “No. That’s surface-level. You’re missing the structural point. The silence is a narrative device that forces the reader into complicity.”My stomach tightened as Voss let out a slow breath.“That’s the sixth incorrect answer this session. I think it’s time we c







