The next day Professor H went out cycling with his friends and Mrs H and I were alone in the house again. I felt a bit at a loss. School was over and I didn’t have a summer job, so there was nothing really for me to do.
I retreated to the pool with a book. When I found a spot in the shade, I tried to focus on reading, but my mind kept drifting. Last night had been incredible, but I was frustrated at the same time. Professor and Mrs H still seemed to view me as a little girl who wasn’t their sexual equal and I had no idea what to do to convince them otherwise. I had accepted their offer to stay here for the summer in the hopes that something exciting might happen, but I was rapidly losing hope.
I envied Mrs H. She could happily spend every day at home and not get bored. Of course, she also had a shit ton of money so she could afford going shopping and getting massages. I arched my stiff back. A massage would be lovely right now, and I half-hoped Mrs H would offer me one. Every week, she had a masseuse come to the house to give her a “once-over” as she called it. Without fail, she would emerge from her bedroom looking refreshed and happy. More than happy, really, she looked satisfied.
I sighed. Had I just imagined Professor and Mrs H talking about me that night a couple of weeks ago? Professor H had sounded so aroused by the idea of fucking me, but had it just been a fantasy for him? Did he have no intention of making it a reality? Maybe I had to be bolder and take matters into my own hands.
The patio door opened and Mrs H came out, looking as amazing as always. Her skin glowed and she had a dreamy smile on her face.
She floated towards me and sat down. “That was an amazing massage.”
I couldn’t keep the envy out of my voice. “It looks like it.”
Her gaze focused on me. “Why don’t you get one as well? I’ll tell Margot not to pack away her table. Come up when you’re ready.”
Before I could say anything, she darted off. I grinned. Sometimes when you put your wishes into the universe, the universe delivers.
I put away my book and followed Mrs H inside. As I went up the stairs, she came down. “Margot is waiting for you. Enjoy!”
Entering Professor and Mrs H’s bedroom, I tried not to gaze around too much, but I was curious. The room was huge, with a large super king sized bed in the middle. Large doors lead out to a balcony which overlooked the garden.
Margot had set up the massage table in front of the bed. I offered her my hand. “Hi, I’m Zoe.”
“Nice to meet you. Mrs H tells me you want the full package?”
I had no idea what the full package was, but if it was what made Mrs H glow, then that was what I wanted. “Absolutely!”
“Please undress and lie down on the table.”
I didn’t see a sheet on the bed to cover myself with, but knowing Mrs H, she wouldn’t have bothered with something so prudish. If she was comfortable in front of Margot, then so would I. I was only wearing a bikini, and a tiny one at that, so I undid the straps and let the fabric fall to the ground.
“Do you want me to lie on my front or my back?”
“On your front please.”
I dutifully lay down and put my head in the hole in the table. Margot turned on some soothing music and I started to relax. She moved around the room and then her feet came into my line of vision. Next, I felt warm liquid being poured onto my back. I sighed happily. Most massages I’d had (cheap ones) they hadn’t bothered warming up the oil, but what a difference it made. I felt like I was melting into the table and she hadn’t even done anything.
Margot took place next to the bed and started to massage my back. Her hands were firm, but gentle, and very soft. She kneaded my sore muscles, knowing exactly where to press for maximum effect. I almost started drooling it was so good. I could see why Mrs H liked her so much.
After spending some time on my back, Margot moved to my calves, kneading the muscles for a while before moving higher to my thighs. Everything felt so good, I nearly moaned with delight. She nudged my legs apart a little and I shifted to oblige her. Her hands slid up and down my thighs to my ass. As she reached the apex of my thighs, her fingers dipped and brushed my exposed pussy.
I inhaled sharply and she immediately stopped. “Is this not good? This is what Mrs H always gets, I thought you wanted the same?”
Heat flooded me. Now I understood why Mrs H always looked so satisfied. A massage with a happy ending, what could be more amazing?
I cleared my throat. “No, this is perfect. I want the same as Mrs H.”
She sounded relieved. “I’ll continue then.”
Now that I knew what to expect, my heart pounded in my chest. My pussy buzzed with anticipation and when Margot’s hands slid up my other thigh, I moaned with delight when her fingers brushed my lips again. This time, she didn’t stop, but massaged my ass before sliding her hands down my thighs again. Each time she slid her fingers through my slit, she applied slightly more pressure, but still not enough to really get me off.
In no time, my pussy was dripping wet. As if Margot had been waiting for that, the next time her fingers touched my pussy, she pushed one into my aching hole. She pumped it in and out a few times, then withdrew and massaged my ass again.
I was a sopping mess by the time she was finished with my back. My whole body was on fire.
“Please turn onto your back now.”
I scrambled to do as she asked. When I was comfortable, she started massaging my arms and shoulders while my pussy throbbed to be touched again. It was as if she’d forgotten all about it when she moved her hands over my breasts. I gasped as she massaged the twin domes, rolling her fingers over my nipples until they stood up in erect peaks.
She had a frown of concentration on her face. “Does this feel good or do you need more stimulation?”
She asked the question in a professional, matter-of-fact tone, as if she was asking about the pressure of a regular massage. That made the whole experience even hotter. She didn’t seem aroused by it at all, as if this was just a routine massage. Maybe it was for her, but it certainly wasn’t for me.
She repeated the question while she gently pinched my nipples.
I considered telling her that whatever she wanted to do was fine, but I craved more. “Eh…a bit harder, please.”
She pulled my nipples and twisted them. I yelped, but the pain immediately turned into intense pleasure, especially when she stroked my nipples with her palm right after.
“Like that?”
“That’s good.” My breath hissed when she repeated the motion. Hot pleasure shot from my nipples straight to my pussy. My juices seeped into my ass crack and onto the table below me.
She kept this up for a while as I tried unsuccessfully to keep up the pretence that this was a normal massage. Then she stopped and moved down the table. She fiddled with something at the sides, which sounded like she was extending the table.
“Please put your legs here,” she said.
I lifted my head and saw what she had been doing. From either side of the table stirrups extended. Like the ones gynaecologists use. The tension inside me ratcheted up a notch. I had always been aroused by medical porn, so this was right up my alley. I put my legs in the stirrups and she fastened them in place. I was completely spread open for her use.
My heart pounded. Was this what Mrs H was into as well? Or was this especially for me? I didn’t dare ask Margot, though, so I lay back down, ready for whatever she wanted to do to me.
“Let’s get you all relaxed and lubed up. Just relax your legs a little more.”
I did as she asked and then she pushed three fingers inside me. It was tight, and I felt incredibly full. Rather than pumping her fingers, she twisted them inside me, stretching my tight pussy. At that moment, there was a deep mechanical rumble. I knew what it was before the force of it hit my clit.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her fingers twisting and turning in my pussy, the vibrations of the wand pounding my clit – it was all too much. I crashed over the edge, shaking and thrashing. My back arched with the force of my orgasm and I cried out, not caring whether Mrs H could hear me. The stirrups kept my feet in place, making it impossible for me to twist away from Margot’s fingers and the vibrator.
Margot didn’t stop what she was doing, so my orgasm just kept going and going. Just as I thought I’d pass out from the pleasure, she turned the wand vibrator off. She pulled one finger out of my pussy, but kept the other two in place and started rubbing my G-spot.
“Oooohhh fuck,” I breathed. My pussy convulsed around the fingers as another orgasm tore through me.
I was spent when she pulled her fingers out of me.
“You have a beautiful cunt, if you don’t mind me saying,” she said conversationally. “Very responsive.”
My breath came out in gasps and I could barely respond to her, but her words made me even hotter. I didn’t want the massage to end. Despite the number of orgasms I’d already had, I wanted more.
She seemed to know what I needed, because she rummaged in a bag and then held something into my line of vision. It took me a moment to focus, but then I saw it was a large glass dildo.
“Would you like me to give you a good internal massage? This one is usually a favourite.”
“Yes.” It was more a moan than a word, but she didn’t need anything else. As I watched, she smeared a generous amount of lube on the dildo, then pressed it against my entrance.
It was much thicker than the dildo Mrs H had given me, and for a moment, I didn’t think it would fit. But Margot managed to get the tip in. She let it rest there for a bit before pushing it in deeper.
“Relax, and take a few deep breaths. It’s almost all the way in.”
I did what she said and with the next exhale, she pushed the dildo until it hit my cervix.
I was stretched almost to the point of being painful, but I felt hotter than I’d ever felt.
Margot smiled. “So beautiful. Would you like to see?”
My face erupted in flames. I had never really looked at my own pussy, but the thought of seeing it stretched out with the thick glass dildo inside aroused me to no end.
“I’d love to.”
I pushed myself onto my elbows while Margot grabbed a large hand mirror from Mrs H’s dresser. She put it between my legs.
I gasped. Only the glass base of the dildo was visible between my legs. My pussy lips were stretched around it, as if drawing it inside. My clit was exposed, the bud thick and shiny. The pinkness of the inside of my pussy was visible through the glass dildo. It looked vulgar and incredibly hot.
“Can you take a picture of that?”
I had asked the question without thinking, but I didn’t regret it. As Margot grabbed my phone and started to take picture after picture of my stretched pussy, I knew these pictures would be able to get me off time and again. I only wished Professor H could see me now.
Margot put my phone away. “Let’s get you going again.”
She grabbed the base of the dildo and started fucking me, first slowly, but then increasingly harder. Each time the tip pressed against my cervix, waves of pleasure crashed over me.
My orgasm hit fast and hard, ripping through me almost painfully. I was sure Margot would have kept going had she been able to, but my pussy clamped against the dildo so hard, she couldn’t move it.
When I had come down from my orgasm somewhat, she slowly pulled the dildo out of my pussy. I felt swollen and sore, but in a very good way.
Margot help me get my feet out of the stirrups and helped me off the table. “Was that to your satisfaction?”
I smiled tiredly. My head swam and I could barely think straight. “That was amazing, thank you so much. Mrs H is lucky to have you as her masseuse.”
“I’m glad I was able to help you relax. I’ll pack up now.” She gathered the used sex toys and put them in a plastic bag, seemingly having forgotten about me already. The clinical way in which she’d approached the whole session left me breathless with heat. I didn’t want to leave, and fervently hoped that Mrs H would offer me Margot’s services again.
I walked out of the room on unsteady legs. It wasn’t until I stepped out onto the patio that I realised I had left my bikini in the bedroom. Oh well, too late now.
Mrs H was on the deck when I came out. She shielded her eyes to the sun and called me over. “Did you have a good massage?”
I plopped down on the lounger next to her. “It was incredible.”
She grinned. “Yes, Margot is a marvel. I’m so happy you liked the full package.”
I nudged her. “You could have warned me.”
She raised her eyes in mock indignation. “What? And ruin the surprise?”
“The surprise was pretty good.” I sighed as I leaned back in the lounger. “As was the dildo.”
Mrs H giggled. “The big glass one? Yeah, that’s my favourite as well.”
We were quiet for a bit as we both recalled our amazing massages. I realised Mrs H was seeing me more and more as an actively sexual adult. I decided to just ask her.
“Mrs H, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, honey.”
“After the party, did Professor H tell you about me and Thomas?”
She sat up and looked over at me. “Yes, why? Was he not supposed to?”
“No, that’s not it.” I loved the thought of them talking about me. “Was he annoyed at me?”
“Baby, why would you think that?”
I shrugged. I didn’t really think he was annoyed at me, but I was working up the courage to ask her what I really wanted to. “I just get the impression that he thinks I’m too young for this.”
She laughed. “He does, to be honest. But I keep telling him he’s being ridiculous. You’re nearly twenty, you’re hardly a child anymore.”
“Exactly.” I was relieved she saw it the same way as me, but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed with Professor H. “I’ll be twenty in two days and I lost my virginity when I was seventeen, so I don’t see what the problem is.”
She leaned forward, her finger tapping her lip. “Leave it with me. I’ll talk to him.”
***
Mrs H didn’t mention our conversation in the next few days. Neither did she mention that my birthday was coming up. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but since I had told her it was my twentieth birthday soon, I had expected her to at least mention it. Normally I would have celebrated it with my friends. We would have gone out to a bar and danced and really partied the night away. But Jodie and Alice had gone home to their parents, and I was all by myself here.
On the day of my birthday, I felt a bit deflated. My parents called to wish me a happy birthday, promising a package in the mail, and Jodie and Alice FaceTimed me as well. It was nice to chat with them, even though I couldn’t tell them anything about what had been happening here. They wouldn’t have understood anyway. They both had a crush on the professor, but if they knew that things had been heating up between me and Mrs H, they would definitely disapprove. And even more so if I told them I really wanted to have sex with Professor H.
In the past two days it had become a bit of an obsession with me. I had expected Mrs H to talk to her husband right away, but nothing in his demeanour said that he knew I was annoyed about being seen as a child. Nor did he suddenly start treating me any different.
When I got downstairs, the house seemed empty. I checked the kitchen and dining room and there was no sign of the Hendersons. Maybe they had both gone out. They didn’t exactly check in with me when they went somewhere, which was their right. But I did feel a bit deflated that neither of them was around to wish me a happy birthday.
I made myself a cup of coffee and took the shortcut out of the kitchen to the garden. Finding a nice spot on the grass, I sat down and nibbled the piece of toast I had made. I tried not to feel too disappointed in my birthday so far. The day was still young and all that.
As I sipped my coffee, I heard voices. Professor and Mrs H were on the patio near the pool, which was on the other side of the bushes from where I sat, so they couldn’t see me.
“She’s twenty today,” Mrs H said. “What a lovely age.”
“Twenty?” Professor H sounded surprised. “I thought she was only eighteen.”
“That’s what she told me. I don’t see a reason why she would have lied.”
The professor’s voice was low. “A proper adult then.”
Mrs H giggled. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“We should throw her a proper birthday party.”
“A proper one.” Mrs H emphasised the word with so much meaning even I could guess what she meant.
I sat up and peeked through the bushes. Mrs H was on her knees between the professor’s legs. They were both naked, and she was stroking his shaft with her hand.
Heat flooded me as I watched her take his cock in her mouth, all the way to his balls. Professor H’s cock wasn’t small, so I had no idea how she could fit him all the way in her mouth.
Professor H moaned. “That’s it, baby, take it all.”
She bobbed up and down a few times and then looked up at him. “Imagine her tight little cunny clamped around your cock. Wouldn’t that be something?”
He groaned and pushed her head down onto his cock again. “Are you sure she’ll want this?”
Oh my god, yes!! I bit on my hand to stifle my moan. I hoped Mrs H would plead my case.
It was so hot seeing her suck his cock with such abandon. I had never watched anyone have sex in full daylight – apart from porn, of course – and seeing her swallowing his cock was amazing. I’d only ever given one blowjob and hadn’t really enjoyed the experience. But Mrs H made mewling sounds at the back of her mouth each time he pushed her head deeper into his groin as if his cock was the most delicious thing.
My pussy began to throb and, carefully, I slipped my hand inside my panties. My fingers rolled over my clit and I began to rub myself while watching them.
Finally, Mrs H came up for air. “Zoe is a slut, darling. She’ll love nothing more than to be fucked by both of us, I can guarantee it.”
Yes! I knew I could rely on her.
Professor H’s breath came faster. “Oh fuck, I’d love to pump her pussy hard. I’d love to make her cum over and over again.”
I’d love that too! My hand rubbed faster and faster, my breath coming out in gasps.
Mrs H took his cock in her hand and stroked it fast. “I bet she’s never had a cock as thick as yours. You’ll stretch her out nicely.”
I wanted to hold off my orgasm until he’d climaxed as well, but her words set off an avalanche of ripples through my body. My pussy convulsed and my legs shook violently.
I kept watching them, as Professor H grunted and Mrs H took him into her mouth again. He grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth. I could hear her gagging, but she kept taking him, until he shuddered and pulled out of her mouth. My eyes widened as a thick stream of cum shot all over her face and breasts. She grinned and licked her lips and then he leaned over and kissed her.
She was a mess, but she’d never looked sexier. I wondered what his cum tasted like. I’d never swallowed cum before – the one time I’d given a man a blowjob I’d been too inexperienced, and he had ended coming onto my shirt. I wanted Professor H to spray me with his cum, marking me the way he’d marked his wife. My body thrummed with desire, but I didn’t touch myself again. I wanted to be gagging for sex by the time evening came around.
I lay back in the grass and looked at the sun-dappled leaves above me. I had a feeling it was going to be a special birthday after all.
***
I spent the afternoon at the mall, getting a manicure and a facial. It was my birthday treat to myself. Professor and Mrs H had gone out as well and I didn’t want to lounge around the house waiting for them to get back. I was horny as hell, but was determined not to masturbate.
When I came home, Mrs H was out on the pool deck. She waved me over when I’d dropped my purchases in my room.
“Let’s go for a swim, the weather is too hot.”
I was worried the salt water would ruin my facial, but the water did look inviting, and so did Mrs H who floated, naked, in the middle of the pool. My bikini was still upstairs, but I decided to follow Mrs H’s example and go naked. As I stepped into the shallow end of the pool, I knew I’d made the right decision. The water was lovely.
Mrs H swam towards me. “Sit down on the edge and just relax.”
I did what she asked and she grabbed my legs. Pushing them apart she stood between them. My pussy had been wet all day, and feeling her so close made me only wetter. I didn’t care if she noticed it – I hoped she would.
She caressed the back of my head, and then her lips brushed mine. I didn’t think. My lips parted under hers and my tongue sought hers greedily. She deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping inside my mouth. I pulled her closer, our breasts touching. She slid her nipples over mine, making them pucker with excitement.
When she finally released me, she looked as dazed as I felt. “Happy birthday, baby.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
She moved my legs wider and knelt down between them. My pulse raced as I realised what she was planning. I shifted my hips forward and put my feet on either side of me on the edge of the pool, opening my pussy completely for her.
Her eyes flashed to mine and the hunger in them took my breath away. “You are so gorgeous, baby. I can’t wait to eat you.”
“Oh yes, Mrs H.” It came out as a moan and she smiled.
Not wasting any more time, she lowered her head and then her tongue swept over my folds. I gasped as she found my clit and flicked it with the tip of her tongue.
“Yessss,” I hissed as her tongue swirled over my clit.
She glanced up, then slid two fingers inside me. “Oooh, you’re so tight.”
My head lolled back as she rubbed my G-spot hard. She seemed to know exactly what spots to rub harder. Sucking my clit into her mouth, she bit lightly on it, making me cry out. “That feels so amazing. Please don’t stop.”
I was perilously close to the edge of the pool, so tried not to move too much for fear of falling in. Tension coiled deep inside me, a throbbing ache. My moans became louder as she ratcheted up the tension.
She made the same mewling sounds in the back of her throat as she’d had when she’d given Professor H a blowjob, and for some reason, this made me feel really special.
Without taking her fingers out of my pussy, she got up and kissed me. I tasted my own juices on her lips, an acrid, but not unpleasant taste. She pulled back and watched me as she made come-hither motions with her fingers deep inside me.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I breathed, feeling that tell-tale contraction deep inside my belly.
“Good girl, come for me. Come on my fingers.”
My pussy contracted against her fingers, drawing them deeper inside me as the tension snapped in me. I grabbed Mrs H and held on to her tight as my whole body spasmed and convulsed around her fingers.
“There you go. Good girl,” she crooned in my ear.
My orgasm seemed to go on forever. I had my legs clamped around her waist, trapping her hand between us. She kept stroking me, softer and softer until at last, she gently pulled her fingers out of me.
She climbed out of the pool and helped me to my feet. I swayed slightly as she led me to a double lounger.
We lay down together, our arms around each other. She kissed me softly. “That was amazing.”
I stroked her thigh. Her skin was so soft and lush, I wondered what skin care she used. She turned onto her back, her legs spread. I knelt on the lounger as I kept stroking her thigh. She made encouraging sounds in the back of her throat as my hand crept closer to her folds. It felt natural to touch her like this, as if I’d never done anything else. She was warm, and soft, and yielding and I wanted to savour her.
I had never seen another woman’s pussy this close up and I nudged her legs further apart to get a good look at her. Her pussy was fuller than mine, the outer labia completely concealing her inner lips. I spread them, so I could take a closer look at her pussy. The inner lips unfolded like a flower and revealed her engorged clit.
I had always wondered why some people called a pussy a honeypot, but when I gazed at Mrs H’s pussy, I understood why. Her wetness was seeping out of her hole, the liquid clear and stringy. I dipped a finger inside her and spread her juices all over her folds. She moaned as I flicked her clit, and I smiled. It was so much fun to explore her like she had done with me.
Her smell was intoxicating, a musky smell that made me squirm with desire. I wanted to busy my nose deep between her folds and inhale her. I’d never licked a woman before, and I was a little nervous, but my arousal got the better of me and I lowered my head between her thighs. She put her hand on the back of my head and guided me down.
I licked her slit from her puckered hole to her clit, savouring the taste. She tasted acrid and earthy, a heady mix which made me wild. Without further thought, I started licking and sucking her. She moaned and arched her back as I pressed down on her clit.
Remembering how amazing it felt to have her fingers inside of me, I did the same to her. Her pussy was not as tight as mine, so I easily fit three fingers in. The sensation of being inside her was amazing. She was hot and wet and her pussy pulsed around my fingers. I curled them up, seeking the spongy texture of her G-spot and when I found it, she cried out.
“Oh yes, Zoe…just like that.”
I kept sucking her clit while stroking her G-spot. The squelching noises combined with her moans were indecent and drove me wild.
To my disappointment, she came quite quickly. Her orgasm was spectacular. She arched her back as if she was possessed, her hips coming off the lounger. Her moans turned into guttural cries as her hands pulled on her nipples. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers, trapping them inside. I loved feeling the contractions deep inside me, wave after wave. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she panted.
As she had done with me, I lessened the pressure of my tongue and lapped gently at her clit until she pushed me away. “No more, please.”
I withdrew my hand and lay next to her as she fell limply down onto the lounger.
She turned to me and kissed me deeply. “Thank you, so much.”
“You look amazing when you come.” I wanted to see her like that again, so wanton and greedy.
We lay in silence for a moment while our breaths returned to normal. I stretched languidly. This was the best birthday ever.
Mrs H raised herself onto her elbow. “Can I ask you something?”
I kept my eyes closed. “Hmm.”
“Why do you keep calling me Mrs H?”
I didn’t say anything for a while. I had hoped she hadn’t picked up on that, but I should have known better.
“Zoe?” Mrs H nudged me. “I thought you wanted us to see you as an adult. We did ask you to call us by our first names. So what is it?”
I had a feeling she knew exactly why I called her Mrs H when she’d been fingering me, but she wanted me to say it. I didn’t want to, though. I was embarrassed.
She lightly trailed her fingers over my breasts. “You can tell me, baby. I won’t judge you.”
I closed my eyes again. Somehow it was easier to tell her if I didn’t have to look at her. “I find it hot when you call me a good girl. I like our age difference and it gets me off when I imagine being an innocent girl and you’re teaching me.”
I stopped, flushed with embarrassment. Age play was just hot to me, but I didn’t want Mrs H to think I was weird, or that I was calling her old.
When she stayed quiet, I looked at her. She was flushed and her eyes were dark with lust. She smiled when she saw I was looking at her. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. In fact, I find it really hot.”
Relief flooded me. “Really?”
She nodded. “And I know Jack would love it too.”
I sat up, excitement rushing through me. “He would?” I would love for the both of them to use me, and to maybe do a bit of roleplaying as well.
She bit her lip. “Jack is a decent man and would need some persuading that you’re really into this. Because you are a student at his university he’s terrified that he might be forcing you to do something you don’t want.”
I snorted. “How can he still think I don’t want this?”
She shrugged. “That’s Jack. But I know he wouldn’t be able to resist you if you make it quite obvious that this is what you want.”
I could hardly sit still from excitement. “What do you have in mind?”
She lowered her voice and told me her plan.
***
An hour later I was ready. Mrs H had helped me get dressed, but I felt a bit silly in my outfit. I was wearing a ridiculously short skirt without any panties, so if I even bent slightly, my ass was full on display. Mrs H had paired it with one of my button-down short-sleeves shirts with enough buttons undone that my breasts were threatening to spill out. To finish it all off, I was wearing knee-high socks, despite the heat.
I looked at myself on the mirror as Mrs H braided my hair. “Isn’t this a bit over the top?”
Mrs H shook her head. “Trust me, over the top is the only way for Jack to get the message. He’ll be unable to resist you in this outfit.”
She finished my braids and turned me around. “There, that looks perfect. He’ll be home any minute, so off you go.”
She pushed me in the direction of the door and gave my ass a sharp slap. I yelped, but secretly loved the sting on my ass.
Downstairs, I lingered in the kitchen, feeling slightly silly. I looked barely legal in my outfit and I wasn’t sure this would convince Professor H, especially if he was so worried about not sleeping with a student. But Mrs H had made it sound like Professor H was really into age play as well, but was too afraid to make the first move on me.
It was strange. From what I had seen of Professor H, both when he was around me and when he was alone with his wife, he didn’t seem to have any issue with taking control. I had heard him tell Mrs H he wanted to fuck me, for crying out loud. So why then was he so reluctant to make a move? It couldn’t just be because he worried about me being a student at his university. Unless he was worried I’d tell my friends. Already, rumours went around about him, he probably didn’t like to add fuel to the fire. He must know how attractive he was and how all the girls at uni lusted after him. Maybe he didn’t want his reputation tarnished. After all, sleeping with a student was technically against the rules, although I had never heard of any professor being sacked because of it. I knew for sure of two of my friends having slept with their professors, and Professor H didn’t even teach any of my classes.
I really hoped Mrs H’s plan worked, because if not, I’d end up looking very silly.
I leaned my elbows on the kitchen counter, gazing out the window. Standing like this, my skirt rode up enough to reveal the bottom part of my bare ass. I imagined Professor H coming into the kitchen after having been out, and seeing me here like this. I fantasised that he would drop everything he was carrying and would take me right there, from behind, not even bothering to take off his pants. He’d just unzip, press up against me and shove his cock inside me.
Thinking about it made me wet, and that delicious throb started between my legs. At that moment, I heard the front door close and Professor H’s voice call out, “Hello? I’m home!”
Mrs H didn’t call back, and I also kept quiet. My heart pounded in my throat. This was the moment of truth. I’d either be satisfied or humiliated in a few short moments.
Professor H’s footsteps sounded in the hall. My body was buzzing with nerves. Part of me wanted to flee and just give up, but I reminded myself that the pay off could be so amazing, so I bent over a bit more and spread my legs slightly. I couldn’t have been more inviting.
The door to the kitchen opened and Professor H came in. He made it halfway into the kitchen before he spotted me.
“Oh my god. Zoe?” His voice was deep with lust and my heart leaped. Mrs H’s plan was going to work.
I looked over my shoulder, keeping my lower body bent and exposed. “Professor? You’re home already?”
He didn’t move, but his eyes were glued to what my skirt revealed. The angle I was standing at made it difficult for me to see if he was aroused, but his face was a picture of shock and lust.
“What are you doing, Zoe?” They were the right words for a man who discovers a half-naked girl in his kitchen, but his tone was hungry.
I turned around and hopped onto the counter. The granite top was cold against my bare ass, but it felt delicious. I wriggled a little, then spread my legs. “Do you not like my outfit?” I cupped my breasts and pushed them up. “Don’t I look pretty?”
He swallowed. “You look very pretty.”
I ran my hands along the insides of my thighs. Professor H’s eyes followed them greedily. My skirt still offered some cover, but as my hands reached the top of my thighs, I pushed the scant fabric out of the way so my pussy was bare to his gaze, just for a moment.
“Fuck.” Professor H took three strides towards me and grabbed the top of my shirt. “What are you playing at, Zoe?”
I smiled. “You know exactly what I’m playing at. Don’t you want to play with me?”
His groan gave me all the answer I wanted. With one pull, he tore my shirt open. My breasts spilled out and I sighed with relief. This was really happening.
“You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you?” Professor H growled.
I arched my back, presenting myself to him. “Yes, I am. And I’m all yours.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
I pouted, putting on the little-girl manners. “Do you not want me?”
He stepped closer and cupped my pussy. A shudder ran through me, a delicious shiver of anticipation. My pussy was slick with my juices.
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
I grinned with a confidence I didn’t feel. “Why don’t you find out?”
He pushed a thick finger inside me. “Your pussy has never had a thick cock like mine. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
I wriggled my hips, eager to get more friction. “You won’t hurt me.”
He pushed another finger inside, stretching me. “How badly do you want me, Zoe?” His voice was low with lust. “Tell me.”
I swallowed, suddenly shy. It was one thing to let things just happen, but I didn’t want to express my lust.
He twisted his fingers in my pussy, making me gasp. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please Professor…” I hoped he would get the message, but he only pressed his fingers deeper inside me.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to stretch my little pussy with your big cock.”
With a grunt, he took his fingers out of my pussy and unzipped his pants. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me forward as he rammed his cock inside me.
I cried out from the sudden invasion. Although I was dripping wet, his cock was huge and stretched me almost painfully. He didn’t give me time to recover before he pulled out and rammed inside again. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter so he could go even deeper. I wrapped my arms and legs around him to prevent myself from slipping off the edge.
“You filthy slut,” he hissed as he rammed me again.
I wondered if he’d talked to his friend Thomas about me. Hearing him call me a slut made me so hot. I moaned as he pounded my tight pussy.
Stars shot behind my eyes with each hard thrust. I couldn’t do anything but hang on as he poured all his pent-up lust into me. After the softness of Mrs H, his hard fucking was a delicious shock. I clung to him as each thrust pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
His words drove me wild and I wanted him to keep talking. “Oooh, you make my pussy feel so good, Professor.”
“You’re nothing but a dirty slut, seducing me in my own kitchen.”
His thrusts became almost frantic, each thrust hitting me deep inside. I moaned as the first contractions of my orgasm started. My pussy clamped painfully against his cock, but he took no notice. He kept pounding me, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me until I felt I would pass out. Even then he didn’t let up.
My head lolled forward, my body spasming with the force of my orgasm. I cried out as he kept up the murderous pace of his pounding.
“Don’t you fucking dare pass out,” he growled, grabbing my hair and pulling me upright. “I’m going to fill you up with my load.”
“Oh yes, please…” I whimpered. Impossibly, my orgasm kept going, every inch of my body hurting from the force of it. But I was determined to make him come. I wanted to take his load inside me, feel his cum drip out of me when I got off the counter.
He suddenly straightened and shortened his strokes, so the head of his cock rubbed my G-spot. My battered body perked up at the different sensation, and new pulses of pleasure radiated from my pussy throughout my body. I held onto his shoulder as he looked down between us, watching his cock disappear into my pussy.
My body felt on fire, my pussy convulsing uncontrollably. Everything hurt, but it was a delicious pain, which made me feel alive. I wanted more of it, I didn’t want it to end, and yet, I didn’t know how much more I could take. I felt I was already at the end of my rope. My legs shook and fell limply down. I slumped forward, but Professor H held me up as he slowly dragged his cock along my pussy walls. I had never been with a man who’d had such stamina.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?”
I didn’t know. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or to never stop. My pussy felt swollen and sore and yet, I wanted more. More orgasms, more stimulation, more pain.
“More?” he asked.
His eyes were two dark pools of lust. I wondered if he fucked Mrs H like this as well.
I didn’t know what to answer, but he didn’t seem to really care. He kept up his deliberately slow strokes as another orgasm tore through me. I was spent, but still, he didn’t let up. He closed his eyes as he pushed deeper inside of me. His cock seemed to swell and then his hands gripped my ass painfully.
“I’m going to full up that tight cunt of yours,” he growled. I felt something hot fill me up as he groaned loudly.
Panting, he finally stilled inside me. His cum pumped out of him, spilling into me. I welcomed it, the feeling of being filled up was heavenly.
At last, he straightened and pulled out of me. As he fixed his clothes, I nearly slipped off the counter. I had no energy left.
He steadied me with one hand, then lifted my feet and placed them on either side of me on the counter. Pushing my legs apart, he shook his head. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you yet.”
It was then that I noticed Mrs H. She stood next to her husband and slipped her arm through his. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply.
I struggled to remain on the counter. Leaning back on my elbows, I pressed the heels of my feet against my hips to prevent them from slipping off the counter. Professor H’s cum dripped out of my hole, pooling beneath me on the cold granite.
“Look at how filthy she is,” Professor H said. “I’m glad you convinced me to fuck her.”
Mrs H smiled. “Wasn’t she a good slut? I hope you liked her outfit. Bless her, she was so excited to get fucked by you.”
My head was spinning. Had they been planning this all along? Was this their play: making me all hot and then pretending he was reluctant to have sex with me? I would have been annoyed had the sex not been so incredibly good. And I did feel better knowing that I hadn’t really seduced Professor H. He’d clearly been gagging to fuck me.
That thought gave me renewed energy. Now that we had taken this step, I could only imagine how amazing the summer was going to be.
“I think you’ll need to clean her up, love,” Professor H said. “She’s making a mess of the counter.”
Mrs H nodded and stepped towards me. “Did you get everything you wished for? It looked like he really fucked your brains out.”
I tried to answer her, but all I managed was a moan.
Her smile was both delighted and predatory. “Oh baby, you are so cute like this. You should wear this outfit more often.”
She placed her hands on my knees and spread my legs wider. Then she lowered her head and slowly ran her tongue all along my slit.
The shock of pleasure was almost painful. I wasn’t sure I could handle anymore. Whimpering I tried to push her away, but she ignored my feeble attempts. When I continued to push her head, she looked up sharply.
“Stop that, Zoe. You didn’t really think you could keep my husband’s cum, did you? Just relax and let me clean you.”
I gave up. Against all odds, her tongue started to make me feel good, the soft lapping against my entrance. She dipped a finger inside me, gently pushing her husband’s cum out, then licking it off my pussy before it could spill on the counter. She sucked and ate me as if she were at a buffet, making soft, content noises at the back of her throat. I felt light, almost weightless as my body was suffused with heat radiating from my pussy. Mrs H was so skilled with her fingers and tongue, flicking my clit occasionally as she licked away. Luckily my clit hadn’t had much stimulation yet, so it wasn’t as sensitive as the rest of my pussy. Mrs H seemed to notice this as well, as she started paying more and more attention to it.
I gasped when she sucked it hard, pulling it all the way between her lips. My ruined body was almost too tired for another orgasm, but she kept sucking and licking me relentlessly. Each lick pushed me higher until finally I crested the wave and fell gasping over the other side, my body shaking with my orgasm. Mrs H looked up and smiled a small smile, then pushed another finger inside me and pressed down on my G-spot hard.
The last thing I saw before the world went black was Mrs H’s triumphant smile.
***
When I woke up, it was dark and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My body was sore, but in a good way. I felt like I had ran a marathon, tired but oh so satisfied. I became aware of sounds in the room and when my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see Professor and Mrs H. Mrs H was bent over the bed and Professor H was plowing into her. I sat up, eager to see more. They didn’t seem to notice me, they were so caught up in their own world.
I winced at the force with which Professor H was slamming into Mrs H. Her hands gripped the sheets and she was moaning his name over and over. I moved to the foot of the bed to get a better look. My eyes widened when I saw Mrs H’s ass. Something black was rammed inside it and every so often, Professor H would give it a tug, making her moan louder.
I had heard of butt plugs, but I’d never seen one. It looked painful, but Mrs H seemed to enjoy it very much. I was getting wet from looking at them, so absorbed into fucking each other they weren’t even aware of me.
Professor H pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. In the same motion, he rammed his cock back into her and continued fucking her at the same pace.
I was amazed by his stamina. The alarm clock told me that I had been out only a couple of hours and here he was, fucking his wife as if he hadn’t had sex in months.
Mrs H slipped her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously. Her moans were so hot. It was like watching porn, only live. My pussy throbbed, despite feeling sore from the pounding I had received earlier. I couldn’t help myself and cupped my mound. My fingers came away wet. Both my clit and my pussy were overly sensitive, so I used the palm of my hand to gently stroke my lips and clit. Watching the highly erotic spectacle in front of me, I stoked the fires of my own desire. Soon, I was panting as hard as Mrs H was moaning. It took me all my effort to remain upright, but I didn’t want to miss anything. Professor H pounded Mrs H hard, almost brutally so, and it was so enticing and hot, I could hardly stand watching it. This was rougher even than how he had treated me in the kitchen, and that had been rougher than I’d ever been treated. I had never known how much I liked rough sex, but seeing the Hendersons like that I knew I wanted to be used like that as well. By both of them.
The thought sent a spasm through me, and before I could stop it, my orgasm ripped through me. I gritted my teeth, desperate not to advertise that I was masturbating.
I fell back, exhausted from the stimulation of the day, but I kept watching Professor and Mrs H. Mrs H writhed and begged on the bed, a sheen of sweat covering her. I longed to play with her clit, watching Professor H’s cock penetrate her up close, but I wasn’t sure how well my intrusion would be received. Just then, Mrs H cried out loudly and her whole body tensed up with the force of her orgasm. Her eyes widened as she rocked her head from side to side. Professor H pulled out of her and she crawled over to him, taking his big cock into her mouth, sucking him hard. He groaned and then shuddered as he came in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as he held her head tightly in place.
When she’d sucked every last bit of cum, he released her and she fell back onto the bed. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, still panting.
Professor H looked at me, as if he was seeing me for the first time. He smiled. “Did you like that little show?”
My cheeks burned. “I…yes…it was really hot.”
Mrs H pulled me close and kissed me. I could taste traces of cum on her tongue and I sucked greedily. She glanced up at Professor H. “I think we’ve got a real hot slut here, darling. I’ll teach her how to suck your cock next.”
I crawled closer to her and rested my head on her shoulder. “I would love that.”
Professor H lay down next to his wife and put his arm around both of us. “I’m so fortunate to have you both.”
I was thinking the same thing as I drifted off to sleep.
***
The next day I was up before the Hendersons. Professor and Mrs H were asleep in each other’s arms. I thought it was lovely how much in love they were still, even after all these years.
Not bothering to get dressed, I padded downstairs. I was drinking a large glass of water when Professor H joined me in the kitchen wearing a robe.
“Morning, Zoe, how are you feeling?”
I couldn’t help but grin at the memory of last night. “Amazing.”
“Good.” He yawned and stretched, allowing his robe to fall open. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his cock was already half-erect.
I was getting that familiar tug in my belly again, but tried to ignore it. “Do you want coffee?”
“Coffee would be great.” He squeezed past me to get the mugs, his cock rubbing my bare ass. I wasn’t sure whether he had done it on purpose, so I reached up to get the coffee out of the cupboard.
After I’d started the coffee machine, I turned around. I suddenly felt very self-conscious without any clothes on. In the light of day, what had happened between us yesterday felt wrong. But in a good way. In a way I wanted to repeat.
Professor H eyed me up and down. “You’re very beautiful, Zoe.”
I lowered my eyes. “Thank you.”
“Is your pussy feeling okay? I fear I was a bit rough with you.”
I wanted to sink into the ground with embarrassment, but at the same time, I could feel my pussy getting wet. “I’m okay.”
“Let me see.”
My head snapped up. I hadn’t expected that! “What?”
He smiled. “I just want to make sure you’re not sore. I promise I won’t do anything.”
That wasn’t the issue. The thought of Professor H inspecting my pussy was incredibly hot.
He took my hand and led me to a chair. I sat down, my legs shaky. I felt faint and dizzy, and he hadn’t even touched me.
Kneeling in front of me, he touched my knees. “Please spread your legs for me, Zoe.”
I considered refusing. Not because I didn’t want him to see me, but it was hotter if he had to convince me.
“I don’t want to,” I said in a small voice. I hoped he realised I was just playing, as I was aching for him to see me.
He grabbed my knees and gently prised my legs apart. “I won’t hurt you, Zoe. I just want to see.”
I put up a little resistance, but let him spread my legs. I shifted forward in the chair, so my pussy was better exposed.
He leaned over, his breath caressing my wet lips. “You look a little swollen. Does it hurt?”
I shook my head.
He gently ran his tongue along my folds, making me whimper with need. “Does this hurt?”
“No.” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
He slid his thigh forefinger through my folds, applying a little bit of pressure. “How about this?”
“Uh-huh.” My breath was ragged. It was clear from the state of my sopping pussy that I was enjoying this, but Professor H pretended not to know.
“How about inside?” He slipped a finger inside. “Does this feel okay?”
I gasped. “Yes, it feels fine.”
He curled his finger up against my G-spot. “How about now?”
I moaned in response. Everything felt so tender and sensitive that even the lightest stroke of his fingers set off fireworks in my body.
He pushed another finger inside me. “Still okay?”
I nodded while my pussy clamped around his fingers.
Throughout this treatment, his face had remained impassionate, as if this wasn’t arousing for him. For some reason, that made it even hotter for me.
His thumb glided over my clit and I hissed in a breath. My body was high strung with need, every nerve ending singing with tension. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t want to ask for it.
He arched an eyebrow at my reaction. “Is your clit okay?”
“Fine,” I managed to say.
“Good.” He got up and licked his fingers. “I’m glad you are fine.”
He turned and poured himself a cup of coffee while I struggled to understand what was going on. ”I’m just running some errands this morning, so I will see you later.”
He nodded casually at me, as if I wasn’t sitting here dripping wet with my legs spread and my need gushing out of me.
And then he was gone. My breath was laboured and I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I had thought he was working up to giving me an amazing orgasm again, but he had left me high and dry, and needy as fuck. My pussy throbbed with a deep ache which would not be satisfied by my own fingers.
I was at a loss at to what to do. While I was still reeling from what had happened, the kitchen door opened and Mrs H came in. She took one look at my needy state and shook her head.
“Did Jack inspect you this morning?”
I found my voice. “Yes.”
She chuckled. “He has no idea what that does to a girl, does he? Do you need me to kiss you better?”
I gasped as a hot bolt of lust shot through me at her words. This morning was shaping up to be the best one ever.
She didn’t seem to notice the effect she had on me. Kneeling between my legs, she licked my pussy carefully. “You poor hot cunny,” she purred. “Let me take care of you.”
“Oh yessss….” I moaned as her tongue flicked my clit. “Please make me come.”
Her eyes flashed to mine and she gave me a small smile.
She pulled a dildo out of the pocked of her robe and I almost laughed. It was so in character of her to walk around with dildos in her pockets. Unless she had brought it down especially for me.
“You wanted a hot cock in your needy cunny, didn’t you? Well, perhaps this one will do as well.”
She licked the thick shaft and positioned it at my entrance. Rubbing it up and down my slit, she pushed the tip into my pussy just a little bit each time, until I was gasping to be taken.
“Please Mrs H, I want that cock.”
“Good girl,” she said. “You’ll get it, don’t worry.”
She slid it thought my folds a few more times, coating it in my juices. Then she pushed it inside me.
I gaped with relief at the intrusion. Unable to control myself, I undulated my hips against the shaft, eager to get as much stimulation as possible.
Mrs H held the shaft in place for me while I bucked my hips. She flicked my clit with her fingers, rubbing it until the little button was erect. My fingers pulled on my nipples, rolling them between them, pinching them till I gasped with pain.
Mrs H fucked me with the thick dildo, making little sounds of delight as she licked my clit faster and faster. I could feel myself being pushed to the edge, welcoming the sweet relief I knew would soon come.
“Oh, Mrs H, I’m so close!”
She murmured something I couldn’t catch and then I groaned as my orgasm hit me. The tension broke and I slumped in the chair, unable to stay upright as waves of pleasure washed over me. Mrs H pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a squelching sound and licked me until I had stopped shaking.
Then she helped me to my feet and hugged me. “You are so gorgeous when you come, Zoe.” Her voice was full of awe. “You should see yourself.”
I suddenly wished that more than anything: to see myself in the thrall of and orgasm with Mrs H between my legs, licking and fingering me until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
She seemed to read my mind. “Next time I’ll have Jack fuck you in front of the mirror. It’s amazing.”
“I’d love that.”
She kissed me deep. “You’re an amazing slut, Zoe.”
I glowed, both from the orgasm and from her words. “I love sex with you and the professor.”
She pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t mind it if we call you a slut, do you?”
I shook my head. “I love it. It makes me feel sexy and daring.”
She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me. My hands were still too shaky, so I put it on the table. She poured herself one and sat down at the table across from me.
“I’m sorry I played a little trick on you with Jack. He was always eager to fuck you, but we wanted to make sure you were really up for it too.”
I shook my head. “It’s fine. It was fun.”
She smiled. “Good, because we don’t want this to stop.”
“I don’t either.” We had only just begun and I couldn’t imagine stopping now.
“Jack and I are quite free, and it’s such a relief that you can join us now too. No more sneaking around and waiting until night.”
I felt bad that they had had to change their habits on my behalf. “Anytime is good with me. Especially now I don’t have any classes during summer.”
She reached over and gave my arm a little squeeze. “You can always say no, baby. We don’t mind at all. Consent is important.”
I snorted. I couldn’t imagine saying no to them. I was starting to have too much fun.
“I’m serious,” she said. “If it’s getting too much, just say so. We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Her concern made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I suddenly felt choked up and took a sip of coffee to hide my emotions. “Thank you for saying that.”
“And it doesn’t always have to come from us. If you’re horny, either of us are more than happy to satisfy you, so just let us know.”
I nodded, my head spinning. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.