LOGINI took him back into my mouth, all the way down my throat this time. "Yeah… fuck me harder… more like it," he groaned, his head falling back. I smiled, because giving a blowjob was my thing, my art. My tongue worked magic, flicking and swirling, as I sucked on the tip like it was my favorite sweet. "Yeah, bitch… something like that… don't stop," he moaned, his voice ragged. I could feel his body tense, his muscles coiling like a spring, as he started to quiver. His grip on the desk tightened. I continued to suck him, even harder, like my life depended on it, my hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. "Yeah…. Holy fuck…. Bitch…" he groaned, his body convulsing as he released a hot, sticky flood of cum into my mouth. “I swallowed.” The taste of the mix was sweet and salty, a unique flavor that was entirely hhis I pulled away, wiping the remaining cum that had slipped from the corner of my mouth with my fingers, and licking it clean. He helped me to my feet, his
“I dare you.” She texted back almost instantly, the words popping up on my screen like a challenge. “Come on, you don't think he's good in bed?” I replied, my thumbs moving frantically as I followed him down the quiet hallway. “How long do you think I could last?” “Let's see... maybe thirty minutes,” she typed back, and I could practically hear her laughing through the phone. “I bet he's a one-hour guy. Let's give him a try. I can't wait to feel his tongue on my clit. I'm so fucking wet, Natasha.” My heart raced as I hit send, the words a mix of bravado and genuine desire. We reached his office, and he fumbled for the key, his movements stiff and deliberate. The lock clicked open, and he pushed the door open, gesturing for me to go in first. I hesitated for a second, my phone still clutched in my hand, before stepping inside. The office smelled of books and something faintly masculine, like cedar and coffee. He tossed his laptop onto the couch with a soft thud, then turn
“Just like another day in the chaotic circus that was in my life.” I was on borrowed time with Mr. Michel, the university's most feared literature professor. His last warning echoed in my mind like a death sentence: "One more incident, Esha, and you're out." I'd pushed my luck too many times, and today was teetering on the edge of disaster. The morning had already spiraled into a frantic race against the clock, all because I'd overslept again. I stumbled out of the bathroom with my hair still damp, water droplets clinging to my shoulders like tiny, rebellious pearls. The steam followed me out, curling around the edges of the mirror as I wiped it with my palm. Ten minutes. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. “Ten fucking minutes to make it across campus.” My brain scrambled for solutions, but all it came up with was the same old panic. I rummaged through my closet like a madwoman, clothes flying over my shoulder
"My chest heaved."Each breath was a ragged gasp as I tried to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life. Anna was a warm, satisfied weight beside me, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, her breathing gradually returning to normal. Lily, on the other hand, knelt between my legs, a look of triumphant pride on her face as she delicately licked her lips, ensuring she hadn't missed a single drop of my release. The room was thick with the musky scent of sex, a heady perfume that hung in the air like a declaration of our shared debauchery. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my muscles protesting, and looked from one sister to the other. They were both so beautiful, so confident in their nakedness, so utterly unashamed. "You girls," I managed to say, my voice hoarse, "are so fucking good at this." A slow grin spread across my face. "But don't blame me for what happens next. You two started this." A spark of something dangerous ignited in their eyes at my words. It was a challen
“Anna” She was the one standing and leaning against the doorframe, her hand on her hip, in the classic akimbo pose that always signaled she was in complete control. Just like a senior always acts. She was wearing a simple silk nightgown, the thin fabric doing little to hide the curves of her body. The light was so bright and shiny that it caught her eyes, dark and gleaming, held a dangerous amusement. "So this is what's happening here," she said, her voice a low, silken purr that cut through the post-orgasmic haze in the room. "And I guess I missed a lot." She began to walk slowly toward the bed, each step deliberate with her sexy steps, her gaze flicking between Lily's flushed face and my own stunned expression. "How long has this been going on with Lily?" she asked, her eyes pinning me in place. "This is our first time," I said quickly, the words tumbling out of my mouth. "Just like it was with you." "Hmmmm," she hummed, nodding slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lip
Later that night, the three of us.Anna, Lily, and I, were all sitting in the living room, watching television. Our favorite show was playing, but I was having a hard time concentrating. I caught a glimpse of Anna staring at me, her eyes holding a seductive, knowing glint that sent a jolt straight through me. A slow smile spread across her lips. When I glanced around, I saw Lily was also watching us, her expression unreadable in the flickering light of the screen. It was 1 a.m. when the credits rolled, and we all decided it was time to head to bed. Everyone went to their respective rooms, saying good night to each other. When I got to my room I deliberately locked my door behind me. The last thing I needed was for Anna to slip in again, not after what had happened between us that afternoon. Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow from their trip, and the air in the house already feels different, heavier with the impending return to normalcy. But my mind was anything but normal. Al







