It was another hot day, too hot even to be out in the sun. Mrs H had gone upstairs for a nap and I was watching TV on the big screen downstairs. I was kind of bored. Professor H hadn’t come home yet, so I was alone.
After mindlessly zapping through various TV channels without anything to watch, I decided to go to my room. As I got to the first floor, curiosity got the better of me and I made my way to Mrs H’s bedroom. 
As I got closer, I could hear sounds from her room. It sounded like she was watching TV. Thinking that it would be more fun to watch TV together with her, I opened the door a crack. Immediately I realised she wasn’t watching an ordinary show, but porn. She was on the bed, her eyes half-closed and her hand working her pussy. Opening the door wider – quietly so I wouldn’t disturb her – I got a view of the massive TV on the wall. On it, a young woman was spread on the bed, her legs bound to the bed posts. An older woman crouched between her legs with a massive strap-on.
“I think you deserve punishment for that,” the older woman said.
“Yes, Mistress,” the younger woman panted. “I have been so bad.”
A shiver ran down my spine and my pussy started throbbing. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Mrs H was also into age play, but it was still hot to see her get herself off on this type of porn.
Mrs H moaned and pulled on her nipples with one hand while rubbing herself hard with the other. She looked so gorgeous, I didn’t hesitate any longer and approached the bed. She didn’t seem to notice me until I knelt between her legs and pushed away her hand. Her eyes flew open, but before she could say anything, I fastened my mouth to her pussy and started licking and sucking.
She moaned and grabbed the back of my head as she ground her pussy against my face. She was more eager and desperate than I had ever seen her and I loved it. The sounds of moaning from the porn movie mingled with our own sounds, a hedonistic choir of lust.
My pussy flooded with need, but I was determined to give her an orgasm. I could tell she was close. Her body was tight and her pussy was fluttering slightly, the way mine did when my orgasm started. I pushed two fingers inside her and started stroking her while I licked her clit.
“Oh fuck, Zoe, yes! Make me come!”
I flicked her clit with my tongue and she cried out, her pussy tightening around my fingers, trapping them inside her. A gush of creamy liquid rushed out of her, coating my tongue and chin.
A voice behind us startled me. “That was incredibly hot. You two look amazing together.”
I looked around to see Professor H standing at the foot of the bed. He had undressed and was stroking his thick cock.
“Professor!”
He smirked and shook his head. “You’re quite skilful at eating my wife’s pussy.”
I smiled shyly. “She’s very beautiful.”
He approached the bed. “She is. And so are you.”
His cock was stiff and I watched in fascination as he stroked the shaft slowly. Some pre-cum leaked out of the tip of the bulbous head.
Mrs H sat up and wrapped her arms around me. “Go ahead and suck him.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t sucked many men, and especially none so well-endowed. But I remembered Mrs H sucking him off, and how hot that had looked. I wanted to try that as well. I also liked the hungry look on Professor H’s face, like he couldn’t wait for me to take him into my mouth.
Mrs H caressed my breasts from behind, tweaking my nipples. “Don’t be afraid, baby.”
I swallowed and leaned forward. Professor H caressed my cheek. “Open your pretty little mouth, Zoe. There’s a good girl.”
My pussy flooded at those words and I shifted on the bed. Licking my lips I reached out and took his cock in my hand. He groaned softly, but allowed me to take my time.
I bent over and licked his shaft from his balls to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head. His pre-cum tasted salty, but I loved it. I loved how turned on he was by me. It made me feel powerful.
Opening my mouth, I let him slide his cock inside. He was huge, and I gagged a little when he pushed against the back of my throat.
“Relax your throat, baby,” Mrs H instructed. “Just enjoy it.”
I tried to do as she said, but it was difficult. Professor H didn’t seem to mind. He patiently pulled out and tried again. This time, I relaxed my throat and he was able to slide in deeper.
I figured there was more to it than just allowing him to enter my mouth and, covering my teeth with my lips, I closed my mouth around his shaft and started sucking.
The angle I was sitting at wasn’t good for me, so I let go of his cock and crawled onto all fours. Professor H grinned as he entered my mouth again.
I started to really enjoy myself. At first I was worried about not giving him enough pleasure or hurting him, but the sounds he made were so incredibly hot, I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. I enjoyed switching between taking him as deep into my throat as possible and licking his shaft up and down.
“She’s very greedy isn’t she?” Mrs H asked.
“Fuck yes,” Professor H grunted. “Her mouth is as tight as her cunt.”
Hearing them talk about me made me so wet. I wished I could play with myself, but I needed all my attention for his cock.
He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me closer against his groin. Holding me in place, he started fucking my mouth. I widened my throat as I tried to take him deeper, but I kept gagging. He didn’t seem to care, though.
I gasped when I felt Mrs H’s fingers sliding through my slit. She pushed two fingers inside me and started rubbing me. It felt so good and I wanted to just enjoy it, but I had to focus on his huge cock in my mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me. “Turn around. I want to fuck your tight little cunt.”
Heat pulsed through me as I did as he said. I was still on all fours and he grabbed my ass to pull me closer to him. His fat head pushed easily past my wet folds and then he was inside me, spearing my tight pussy, stretching me.
Mrs H lay down in front of me, her pussy beneath my face.
“Go ahead,” Professor H grunted. “Make her come. Only then will I allow you to come.”
He started fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes, and tension coiled deep inside me. I wasn’t sure how I could hold off coming, it seemed like I came far too easily when he and Mrs H fucked me. But I did as I was told. I licked Mrs H’s cleft, flicking the clit with my tongue. Although she had had an orgasm, I could tell she was as aroused as I was. Her pussy was sopping wet.
I focused on fingering her, pushing three fingers deep inside her. I remembered how good it felt when she twisted her fingers inside me, so I did the same to her. Meanwhile, Professor H kept his strokes slow, driving me wild with need. I wanted him to fuck me hard, like he had done the first time, but he seemed to have more self-control this time.
As I twisted my hand, one of my knuckles brushed Mrs H’s puckered hole. She groaned louder. I had never done anal, but I had heard some people loved it. As I was determined to make her come as soon as possible, I pressed my knuckle against the tight hole again. Keeping up the pressure there while I twisted my fingers inside of her seemed to drive her wild. She bucked her hips underneath me, moaning loudly.
“Look at how hot you make her,” Professor H growled. “You’e going to make her come in no time.”
I really hoped so, as my body ached with the need for more stimulation. In my desire to make Mrs H come, I pushed my pinkie finger against her tight hole, pressing it until the ring finally opened enough to let my thin digit in.
Mrs H’s let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I’m gonna come!”
Her hips bucked as she shuddered and tensed. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.
“Good girl,” Professor H whispered. “You deserve an orgasm.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled almost all the way out of me. Then he slammed into me, his thick cock stretching me wide. With his knees, he pushed my legs further apart, pushing my head into the bed so my hips were higher. I was wide open for him and he made good use of it. He fucked me like he had a score to settle – hard and fast with deep thrusts. My pussy, grateful for the harsh treatment, clamped around his cock, greedily feeling every inch of him.
Mrs H had composed herself enough to sit up next to me. She stroked my back, occasionally rubbing my swollen clit.
“Isn’t she nice and tight?” she asked Professor H.
“I can’t wait to shoot my load inside her.”
At his words, a shiver went through me. I wanted his cum inside me, dripping out of me when he pulled out. The thought drove me wild.
He seemed to thrust even harder now, which I hadn’t thought possible. Each thrust pushed me harder against the bed.
My pussy was sopping wet, my juices coating my thighs. Mrs H rubbed my clit in small, continuous circles.
I could barely stand it anymore – his cock impaling me, her fingers working my clit. I thrashed and moaned and then my body convulsed and I shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure. My pussy drew him deeper inside me and then he grunted. I could feel him swell just before he exploded in a hot, sloppy mess.
“Oh yes,” Mrs H moaned, her fingers still working me. “Fill her up. Let her have your hot cum.”
When he finally pulled out of me, Mrs H flipped me onto my back and began lapping at my pussy. I was too tired to protest, and it felt way too good to stop her, even though another orgasm seemed impossible.
Professor H lay down on my other side, his hand on my breasts, squeezing it leisurely. As his wife licked me towards another orgasm, he kissed me, his tongue probing inside my mouth. I flushed with the perverseness of it all, shocked at how quickly we had ended up in bed together. With one last lick, Mrs H pushed me over the edge and although this orgasm was less intense than the previous one, it was no less satisfying. Then she, too, snuggled up to me.
I started feeling drowsy despite it still being the afternoon. With Professor and Mrs H on either side of me, I drifted off to sleep.
I half-woke up when I felt hands push my legs apart.
Mrs H kissed my cheek. “Baby, let us have one more go. Is that all right?”
I didn’t really want to wake up, so I spread my legs wide in response, hoping she’d take that as a yes.
She started stroking my clit and I moaned with delight.
“You like that, baby?”
I murmured an affirmation, tilting my hips slightly to give her a better angle.
Professor H kissed the side of my breast.
“She really is something, isn’t she?” Mrs H whispered.
“Such a lovely slut, we’re lucky to have her.”
Mrs H continued to rub me. Wanting to stay in my sleepy state, I kept my eyes closed and I let her do whatever she wanted.
“Look at how wet she is again. Always up for sex.”
Professor H’s cock pressed into my thigh. Mrs H’s soft strokes made me feel warm and happy, but without the urgent lust I had felt earlier. If I came, I’d be happy, but I didn’t need an orgasm. I’d never felt so relaxed while I was being groped and fingered. Usually I strained for an orgasm, needing to ride that crest over the edge. But now I was content staying snuggly and letting the pleasure just wash over me.
Professor H gently pushed me to my side and lifted my leg. His thick cock slid between my thigh, seeking my heated core. Mrs H kissed my closed eyelids and murmured something I didn’t catch. She embraced me while Professor H fucked me from behind. The way I was lying created very little space for his cock, which made me feel every inch of him sliding in and out. He, too, seemed to enjoy the gentleness of it all.
“We should introduce her to everyone,” he said as he continued to fuck me slowly. “She’d be a hit.”
From the depths of my tiredness, I got what he was referring to. My lips curved into a smile. I was finally going to be part of the mythical sex parties!
“They will love her.” Mrs H sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. “She’s up for anything.”
They both sounded as mellow and relaxed as I felt. Professor H fucked me as his wife sucked my nipples until I came. Then he pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. I felt myself sink deep into the darkness, unable to move after all that pleasure. I was dimly aware of him kneeling onto the bed and her sucking him off above me, allowing his cum to spill on my tummy when he came.
***
I woke up to my stomach growling. The Hendersons were asleep on either side of me, their arms slung over my chest. I gently pushed them off me and got up. My stomach was clean, and I imagined Mrs H licking her husband’s cum off it. I shivered with delight. It was so dirty, and yet so wonderful. I had never known how depraved I was, but I felt that the Hendersons would help me explore that side of me. We’d only just begun to scratch the surface.
Tiptoeing out of the room, I made my way downstairs. My pussy was sore, but not painfully so. I wondered if the Hendersons had played with me more after I’d fallen asleep, but somehow I didn’t think so. Not that I would have minded.
The house was cloaked in darkness, but when I got to the kitchen, I saw it was only eleven o’clock. We’d skipped dinner, or, at least, I had. No wonder I was so hungry.
I rummaged through the fridge and pulled out some pasta salad. It was too late to cook anything and I didn’t want to wake Professor and Mrs H.
Sitting at the kitchen table in the nude was fun. I’d never considered myself a nudist, but having shed my clothes the last few days had felt so freeing. I resolved to follow Mrs H’s example and just be naked when I was at home. It wasn’t like Professor H hadn’t already seen every inch of me.
My face glowed with the recollection of the day. How fast everything was evolving! It was incredible that only yesterday, I thought the professor would never touch me and now he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. Well, the feeling was mutual. As far as I was concerned, he could use me anytime. He and Mrs H both.
As I spooned the pasta salad into my mouth, I remembered slipping my pinky finger into Mrs H’s tightest hole. She had loved that so much. I wondered if Professor H fucked here there. The thought made me squirm. I wasn’t sure whether I found it hot or appalling. Maybe a bit of both. I had never been interested in anal before, but I was interested in the way that small gesture had made Mrs H’s eyes roll into the back of her head and made her come almost instantly. It must be good if that was the effect it had on her.
My pussy flooded and I put the salad down. How could I be horny again? After so many orgasms, I would have thought I’d be tired of sex, but my pussy disagreed. I touched it gingerly. My lips felt thick and swollen, my clit engorged still. I gently rubbed the area with the flat side of my hand, more to soothe it than to stimulate. I spread my legs slightly to get better access and at that moment, light flooded the kitchen.
My eyes snapped open. Mrs H stood in the doorway, her eyes puffy from sleep, but sharp enough to see what I was doing.
With a few strides, she was with me. She knelt in front of me and gently pulled my hand away.
“Are you sore?” She peered between my legs. “That looks a bit swollen, I’m so sorry. We should have let you sleep.”
I shook my head. “No, it was nice when you played with me.”
She grinned. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I loved it. You can do that anytime.” I paused, feeling suddenly a bit shy. “And…next time you don’t have to wake me up. I’m yours whenever you want me.”
Her smile widened and she gave me a big hug. “I’m so glad to hear it. But it’s clear your pussyy isn’t used to that much sex. I’ll get some ice for it.”
She got up and took some ice cubes out of the fridge, then knelt between my legs again. When she touched a cube against my pussy lips, I yelped. But then her tongue replaced the cube and warmth spread through me.
Alternating ice with the warmth of her tongue, she kept stroking my pussy until it ached in that deep, needy way. The ice cubes gave me a nice jolt and I wished she used them more. It was almost painful, but in a good way.
When all the ice cubes had melted on my pussy, she got up. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Then off to bed with you. You need your sleep.”
If she knew I was disappointed, she didn’t show it. My pussy pulsed and throbbed with need, but I wasn’t sure if I could take Professor H again. My clit was too sensitive for direct stimulation as well, which was why Mrs H’s broad tongue had felt so good.
As I neared the kitchen door, Mrs H called after me. “There’s a slim vibrator in the night stand drawer on my side of the bed. Nothing thicker than that in your pussy tonight, understand?”
“Yes, Mrs H.”
I bounded up the stairs, excited I could get some relief from this deep ache.
Professor H was asleep in the bed, his arm slung over his face. I opened Mrs H’s bedside drawer and found the vibrator she was talking about. It was slightly wider than two of my fingers, with a tapered end. I turned it on and it started buzzing with a deep vibration.
Grinning, I hopped onto the bed. I didn’t worry about waking up Professor H, he seemed deep asleep. Spreading my legs, I pushed the vibrator inside of me.
I sighed as the deep rumble of the vibrator shook my insides. I’d never had an internal vibrator and it felt so good. Maybe one of these could be the next addition to my sex toy collection.
The vibrator was so amazing, I didn’t even attempt to fuck myself with it. I just lazily rotated it inside me, letting the rumble do all the work. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to sink into this delicious feeling.
Professor H shifted next to me. “Oh fuck, Zoe.”
I opened my eyes. He had moved to the edge of the bed and stood there, looking at the vibe between my legs. He stroked himself as he watched me enjoying the ride. I loved that I was putting on a show for him, but I didn’t change what I was doing. He seemed aroused enough just watching my pussy clamp around the vibrator.
His hand pumped his thick cock, his eyes glued to my pussy. I watched his face as he stroked faster and faster.
“Does Grace’s vibrator feel good inside you?” he asked.
“Yes, it shakes my pussy. I love it.”
“Oh, yes…” he grunted. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Smiling, I closed my eyes, wanting to concentrate on this feeling. I put a hand on my lower belly, feeling the vibrations from inside. Biting my lip, I tried to stave off my orgasm until Professor H had come, but I was incapable to stop it. My hips arched off the bed as my legs clamped shut around the vibe. The rumbles were too intense, but I couldn’t get the toy out from between my spasming legs. Moaning, I rolled my head from side to side as the toy kept my orgasm going.
“You little horny slut,” Professor H grunted. “I’m gonna come all over your bare pussy.”
My eyes snapped open. His cock looked ready to burst and he was standing directly over me. With difficulty, I opened my legs and prised the toy away. Spreading my lips with one hand, I presented my open pussy to Professor H.
“Please cover my pussy,” I said. “I want your cum all over me.”
My pussy was still convulsing from my orgasm, and I tilted my hips to show him. “I’m still coming.”
His eyes were dark with lust. “Your cunt is stunning. I can’t wait to coat it in my cum.”
I spread my legs wider and used both hands to open my pussy even more. As my pussy convulsed, my wetness leaked out of me into my ass crack.
Professor H groaned. “Ooooh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
A thick spurt of cum shot out of his head and hit my bare pussy. It dripped down my slit and covered my exposed entrance. The heat of it soothed my sore pussy and I used my fingers to spread it around and inside.
Professor H shot every last drop onto me, then dropped to his knees with a greedy expression on his face. He watched me massage his cum into my pussy, not touching me. He rested his head on my thigh and just looked. I found this hotter than when he had fucked me when I’d been half-asleep. When I was done, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. Then I took his hand and placed it onto my pussy.
“My holes are for you to fuck, any time, anywhere. Even when I’m asleep.”
He got to his feet and, not taking his hand from my pussy, he lay down next to me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
Pushing a finger inside of me, he lowered his voice. “I’m going to make you regret that.”
I met his gaze. “I’ll be looking forward to that.”
He kept his hand where it was, one finger inside of me, his palm cupping my mound. Snuggling up to me, his breath deepened and he soon fell asleep.
I drifted in and out of sleep. Mrs H came back into the room and looked down on us.
“I thought I told you just the vibrator.”
I smiled sleepily. “I did only use the vibrator. And Professor H’s finger isn’t any thicker.”
Laying down next to me, she kissed my cheek. “Good girl. We’re going to have so much fun with you.”
***
The next few days passed in a haze of orgasmic bliss. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I loved watching Professor and Mrs H fuck. When they were together it was as if the room was charged with electricity. They only had eyes for each other, wholly absorbed in what they were doing. It wasn’t always rough, although those sessions were the most exciting to watch. They were still gentle with me. Professor H did like fucking me hard, but he wasn’t nearly as rough with me as he could be with Mrs H. I didn’t know how to tell him I wanted to be used harder, as I did enjoy being treated like an innocent girl.
They still talked about me when they were fucking me, praising my body, my ability to come, my greediness. I loved hearing them say all sorts of dirty stuff about me. It drove me wild.
I soon became used to having sex multiple times a day. It was lovely to go for a swim and be pulled onto Professor H’s thick cock as soon as I came out of the water. Or to have Mrs H fingerfuck me right before dinner. I’d wake up with Professor H’s cock buried deep in my wet hole, his arm encircling me, holding me in place as he lazily thrust into me. I loved those half-asleep fucks, when Mrs H would wake up too and suck my breasts until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Although Mrs H had assured me that I could initiate sex as well, there was hardly ever any chance to. They kept me so satisfied that I didn’t have a moment when I felt too needy. It also helped that we didn’t even bother getting dressed anymore. Having a quick fuck is so much easier when all you have to do is spread your legs and your hole can be filled. Fingers, tongues, toys, Professor H’s cock – it didn’t matter to me. It all felt good.
And of course I did my fair share of fingering, licking and sucking as well. Mrs H loved sitting on my face while I ate her out, she said I was better at it than even Professor H, which made me feel great. We also had fun getting Professor H off together, licking his shaft together and fighting over who gets to take him down our throat. Mrs H always won, but she made sure I got my fair share as well. I dare say I got quite good at cocksucking.
A week went by like this and it was heaven. I couldn’t have asked for a better living arrangement. Then, one morning, I came downstairs to find the Hendersons fully dressed.
I grabbed a few grapes from the table and popped them into my mouth. “What’s going on?”
Mrs H pulled a face. “We need to visit family.”
My heart sank. I had woken up hornier than usual and had been looking forward to a day of all-out abandon.
Professor H kissed the top of my head. “Sorry, baby, but duty calls. We’ll be back by the end of the day.”
At least it was only a day. I could still have fun tonight.
I tried to put on my brightest smile. “Okay, have fun. And drive safe!”
“We will.”
Mrs H pulled me into a hug as Professor H left to get the car out of the garage. “Don’t touch yourself today, okay, baby? Even when you think you can’t stand it anymore. It will be so much better when we come home tonight.”
I pulled a face, but when Mrs H released me, I nodded. “I promise.”
“Good girl.” She stroked my cheek. “I promise we’ll make up for it tonight.”
I knew she would keep her word, but that didn’t make the prospect of a day without orgasms any better. I waved her goodbye and went to lie by the pool, unsure of what to do with myself.
In the end, I went to the mall for the rest of the day. At least there I’d be less tempted to touch myself. It was weird to walk around fully-dressed among normal people. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror – a demure young woman out shopping. I laughed. If only people knew! Which made me wonder how many more depraved people walked around, disguised as prim and proper people.
At least shopping had taken my mind off things and by the time I came home, it was well past dinner time. I’d picked up some food at the mall, so when I got home and put my purchases away, I curled up on the couch with a movie. I wondered when the Hendersons would come home. Just thinking of them made my pussy throb with need. I couldn’t wait to be ravished by them.
Around ten o’clock, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it off the coffee table and saw it was a message from Mrs H.
‘Sorry baby, we need to stay overnight. Be good, and remember: no touching!’
I groaned. How was I supposed to survive the night without a single orgasm? I wouldn’t be able to sleep! Grumbling I turned off the TV and went upstairs. It had only been just over a week since I had gotten involved with the Hendersons, but it felt so much longer. As I brushed my teeth, I tried to ignore the ache deep in my lower belly. It had been hurting all afternoon, but it seemed to have gotten worse. An orgasm would put me right, but I had promised Mrs H no touching.
As I dried my face, I suddenly laughed. How things had changed! Just a month ago, I would have found sex once every few days a lot, and now I was grumbling because I had to do without it for a day. The Hendersons would be back tomorrow; surely I could hold out that long.
Ignoring my aching body, I crawled in bed and closed my eyes. Sleep took a long time to claim me.
***
The next day I felt I was crawling out of my skin. I had had a surprisingly good sleep, waking up at ten in the morning. After a leisurely breakfast, I swam laps until my muscles ached. I made a light lunch and took a book with me in the shade. But try as I might, I couldn’t concentrate on reading. I was watching the clock and checking my phone to see if Mrs H had sent any further messages. Sadly, it was silence from their end. I wondered what was going on and whether they would come home today.
At three o’clock I was ready to defy Mrs H and give myself a good pounding with the dildo. I couldn’t stop replaying all the ways in which the Hendersons had fucked me over the last week. My pussy was sopping and aching, but I kept my hands away. Mrs H would come home soon and she’d reward me for my patience.
An hour later there was still no sign of them and I was getting worried. What if they stayed out another night? I wasn’t sure I could handle that.
I picked up my phone and fired off a quick message to Mrs H.
I’m not sure how long I can hold out. When will you be home?
Mrs H replied almost immediately.
Is my horny little slut gagging for it? Don’t worry, I have a surprise for you. Don’t feel like you need to accept, but I think you might have a lot of fun with this. xxx
I frowned. What did she mean by that? And were they not coming home again tonight or was the surprise them coming soon? But that was hardly a surprise, since I was expecting them.
My mood didn’t improve over the next little while. TV didn’t keep my focus and there wasn’t much else to do. I considered calling Jody to see if she wanted to go out when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. My heart leaped. They were home!
The doorbell rang. I rushed to my feet to open it. Mrs H must have forgotten to bring her key with her, although the back door was still open. But I didn’t care, I was too excited to see them.
I threw the door open. It took me a moment to process the fact that the person standing in front of me was not Professor or Mrs H. I’d opened the door in the nude, not expecting any other company, but it was too late now to try and cover myself up.
I gaped at Thomas, who let his gaze travel down my body with a delighted smile. “Hello, my dear.”
Heat flooded me. Was this what Mrs H had meant when she said she had a surprise for me?
“The Hendersons aren’t home right now.”
Thomas grinned. “I know. They called me to take care of you.” He pushed the door open wider and stepped past me. “I can’t believe I’ll have another chance with you.”
I remembered Mrs H’s text saying I didn’t have to accept her surprise, but this was a delightful little twist. Thomas had fucked me so well with his fingers, I was intrigued to know whether he was as capable with his dick. Not that it mattered right now. I was such a pathetic mess, I’d have fucked any dick.
As I was about to close the door, a hand stopped me. Anna, Thomas’s partner, followed him into the house. As she past me, she paused. “Can I join?”
My body strummed with sexual tension. There was no way I would refuse. Nodding wordlessly, I followed them out to the pool deck.
Thomas hadn’t wasted a moment. He was already naked when I stepped outside. Anna remained dressed and sat down on a lounger. I didn’t care whether she wanted to be naked or not, I was far more interested in what Thomas had in mind for me.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” Thomas reached out and took my hand.
I glanced at Anna, but she didn’t seem to mind his comment. I wished I had her composure. She seemed detached and cool. I wasn’t sure what her role would be today, but since she’d asked to be part of this, I decided to leave it up to her to figure out what she wanted. As long as I would be fucked I’d be happy.
I was happy Thomas didn’t try to kiss me. Kissing was too intimate for what I needed right now. He ran his hand over my back, cupping my ass. I stood still, letting him do whatever he wanted. He walked around me, stroking me, pinching my nipples and gauging my reaction. His cock was hard and I couldn’t help lick my lips as I looked at it.
He laughed when he saw me do it. “You’re really needy, aren’t you? I didn’t believe Grace when she told me you were in heat all the time, but you really are always up for it. Lie back and spread your legs. Let’s see how much you want this.”
My legs shook as I lay down on a lounger. I bent my legs and spread them wide.
Thomas whistled. “You’re fucking dripping. Anna, come look at this.”
Anna joined him and they both looked down on me. “What a slut. She doesn’t even care who fucks her.”
He rubbed his hands together. “Isn’t that amazing? She’s so pathetic.”
The ache in my lower belly was almost unbearable. Now that I knew sex was imminent, I really didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Thomas, please,” I whimpered. It was cruel how he made me wait.
His face lit up. “Oh, you’re begging already? You’re that desperate?”
I nodded. I didn’t care anymore, I just needed to be fucked. “I want it. I need it.”
He grabbed my hand and hoisted me to my feet. “Fine, but I want to fuck you from behind.”
He pushed me over the patio table and kicked my legs apart. I held onto the cool wood in order to keep my balance.
His cock pressed between my legs, sliding along the length of my wet slit. I wriggled my hips in an attempt to take him into my pussy, but he pushed me back against the table.
“You’ll get my cock when I am ready, slut. You’ll just have to wait a bit longer.”
My body was on fire, but I stood still. He thrust between my legs a few more times, then positioned his cock against my entrance. I stayed motionless, too afraid he’d pull away if I tried to rush him along. The head of his cock breached my entrance, but relief was short-lived, because he pulled away almost immediately.
I couldn’t help the mewl that escaped my lips. Thomas laughed and Anna joined him.
“Poor girl, she’s so hot. Hasn’t it only been a day?”
“It has,” Thomas said. “Even you can do more than a day without sex.”
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. I had reached my limit. “Please fuck me.”
He groaned and pressed his cock against my wet hole again. This time, he speared my pussy with one hard thrust.
I cried out with relief as he filled me. He wasn’t as thick as Professor H, but my pussy clamped around him with an intensity that even took me off-guard.
Thomas swore, then started fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. I was high-strung from a day and a half of being horny and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long. Especially not when he adjusted the angle of his thrusts so his cock rubbed my G-spot at every stroke.
Even so, my orgasm took me by surprise. The convulsions were strong, my whole pussy undulating around his cock.
He pulled out and I yelped in protest.
Ignoring me, he turned to Anna. “She’s coming, you need to feel this.”
Anna stood behind me and pushed two fingers inside me. Grateful at having something to pulse against, my pussy clamped down. The shocks from my orgasm were still going strong.
“Wow, no wonder the Hendersons love her. She’s tight and those contractions are hard. Lovely.”
She pulled her fingers out again, and Thomas rammed his cock home almost immediately. He started fucking me again, the same slow strokes as before. I gasped as I held on to the table. There was no end to my orgasm. It was as if my body was trying to make up for the last two days. All I could do was hang on.
Thomas rode me harder, his fingers digging into my hips. Stars shot behind my eyes and my breath came out in gasps. I wished Mrs H was here to see me now. I had saved myself for her, but now I was giving it all away to this man I barely knew.
And yet, I loved every minute of it. As Thomas pumped me harder, I relished in the relief that washed over me. I could barely stand, the table holding me up. Anna didn’t take part in anything, but I could hear her breathing hard next to me. I glanced over and saw she was rubbing herself, two fingers deep inside her pussy, her eyes glued to mine.
Thomas seemed to swell inside me, and then his cum burst out of his cock and filled my pussy. He thrust a few more times until he had spent his whole load inside of me. When he pulled out, my legs nearly gave out and he helped me to a lounger. I lay back, breathing hard.
I half-expected Anna to crouch between my legs, but she merely rubbed herself to an orgasm, then rearranged her clothes again and got up.
It felt great to have the edge of my horniness taken off, but I wasn’t nearly satisfied. That was all right, though. I still wanted to have fun with the Hendersons.
Thomas dressed himself quickly. “I hope to enjoy that cunt again.”
I wasn’t sure whether he was talking to me or Anna, but I was too tired to respond. His cum was leaking out of me, something I always found perversely arousing.
“I’ll leave the side gate open for the others,” he said before he left. “Have fun.”
The others? What was he talking about?
I didn’t have to wonder long, as a few minutes later footsteps approached and a voice said, “I hope you’re ready for another load.”
My eyes snapped open and I saw a man I recognised as one of the guests from the dinner party. I grinned at him. “Fuck yes. What are you waiting for?”
He didn’t bother getting undressed, but just zipped open his pants. Kneeling between my legs, he grabbed them and bent them back, nearly bending me in half. Without another comment, he pushed his cock inside me.
The fact that he was fucking me while his friend’s cum dripped out of me was so incredibly filthy, I felt like I was on fire.
He was quick, but I didn’t care. I loved how he used me for his own pleasure, fucking me with total disregard to whether I would come. He shot his load into me, zipped himself up and left.
I was still out of breath when another man came into the garden. He, too, didn’t seem to care that my pussy was full of cum.
“So this is the slut Jack and Grace have been using,” he said. “I can see you’ve already taken a couple of loads. Would you like one more?”
I licked my lips. “Yes, please.”
I lay back and let him do his thing. I just wanted to be a plaything for these men – something for them to fuck. He was average, but still managed to make me come, which had more to do with how hot I found this than with his skills.
After him, another man came in, and then another. They all seemed to have been contacted by Mrs H. I lost count of how many loads I took, my body sore from the pounding, but buzzing from all the orgasms.
At last, I heard lighter footsteps and Mrs H’s face swam into view. “Look at how well our little slut has taken her surprise.”
Professor H put his arm around her as he looked at my messy state. “Such a filthy mess. She really is as depraved as you thought.”
Mrs H hugged herself with delight. “Let’s make her even messier.”
“What do you have in mind?”
I was wondering the same thing as Mrs H disappeared into the house. I was too tired to get up. Professor H looked at me with lust in his eyes, but I knew I looked a disaster. My legs were spread, my pussy swollen and coated in cum and my own juices. My nipples were raw from the many men who’s sucked and pinched them.
Mrs H came back with a cordless wand vibrator in her hand. I whimpered softly. I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm, but I hadn’t had a clitoral one yet. None of the men had ventured there, and now I wondered whether that was per Mrs H’s instructions.
She sat down on the edge of the lounger and pressed the vibrator against my pussy. As she turned it on, I moaned with delight. My pussy started pulsing, pushing all the cum out in wave after wave. It felt dirty and delicious all at once. Professor H remained where he was, looking down on me. He licked his lips and I wondered if he was planning to fuck me too. I was surprised to find that I hoped he would.
Waves of pleasure radiated from my clit and I arched my back in an effort to hold back my orgasm. The waves carried me higher and higher until finally, I fell shuddering over the edge, my legs shaking so violently, they fell off the lounger.
Mrs H turned the vibrator off and helped me up. I had no strength left, but she kissed me tenderly and managed to get me to my feet. Professor H lifted me as if I weighted nothing and carried me upstairs. He put me in the bath and Mrs H turned on the water. I lay back, my body welcoming the hot water, my sore muscles finally relaxing. Mrs H undressed and got into the bath with me. She washed me carefully, the sponge sliding over me like gentle caresses. Her hands massaged my pussy, carefully washing all remaining traces of cum. When she started soaping my hair, I closed my eyes in utter bliss. I was loved, taken care of and utterly satisfied. What more could I ask for?
When she was done and my skin was glowing with heat and cleanliness, she helped me out of the bath. She dried me gently, then led me to the bedroom. Professor H was already in the bed, naked and hard. I lay down and spread my legs obediently, with a shiver of excitement.
“Oh pet, you don’t have to take him,” Mrs H said, smoothing the hair away from my forehead. “You just rest. We’ll have fun tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “I want to.”
She and the professor exchanged a look. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Please… I want you too.” I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. I had wanted them for two days and I wasn’t going to sleep without having had them.
“All right then,” Mrs H said.
She straddled my face, and I pulled her closer, inhaling greedily. I couldn’t believe how much I had missed her. As I started to eat her out, Professor H’s cock breached my entrance and pushed inside my sore and swollen pussy. I winced, but then his thick fingers reached between us and he rolled my clit between them. That delicious warm feeling of pleasure filled me and my soreness was gone. The only feeling was the throb of my pussy being filled and pleasured and Mrs H’s warm pussy on my tongue.
She moaned and whimpered as I lapped at her, wild and uncontrolled, as my whole being was on fire. I loved the sound and taste of her. She was so wet, my whole face was getting drenched. It was hard to concentrate on her as Professor H made me feel incredible with his cock and fingers.
I was barely aware of what I was doing, but whatever it was, Mrs H loved it. She ground herself on my tongue, hard and desperate. I put my hands on the crease of her thighs and started stroking her clit with my thumbs. She shuddered and then cried out.
“Oh Zoe, you’re gonna make me come!”
I could feel her orgasm, her pussy fluttering against my tongue. Slowing down my strokes, I licked her softly until she rolled off me. She lay down next to me, her head resting on my shoulder as she absent-mindedly played with my breasts.
Professor H’s steady thrusts brought me close to the edge, but I wanted to hold off until he came. It was almost impossible with how good he was making me feel with his fingers on my clit.
“How’s that twenty-year old pussy?” Mrs H purred. “Is she good to you?”
“Fuck,” Professor H grunted. “She’s so very good. She’s gonna make me come.”
Mrs H kissed my cheek. “Are you going to make my husband come, Zoe? Make sure you come on his thick cock, darling. He loves feeling your pussy clamped around his cock.”
That was enough to drive me over the edge. As soon as my convulsions started, Professor H groaned and shot his load deep inside me. He fell forward, trapping me underneath him, his cock still inside me. I was barely able to stay awake, this last orgasm having taken the rest of my energy.
Professor H rolled off me and gathered me into his arms. “You’re amazing. I missed you.”
I smiled sleepily. “I missed you too. Both of you.”
Mrs H put her arm around us and nuzzled my neck. Thoroughly satisfied, I fell asleep.
***
I was so happy Professor and Mrs H were back, I was singing in the kitchen while making breakfast. Wearing only a thin T-shirt, I flipped pancakes onto a plate. It was weird how two days without them had felt like an eternity. I didn’t really want to think about what that meant.
Professor and Mrs H had still been asleep when I’d gotten up. They had gone at it again in the middle of the night, but I had been too tired to participate. I had listened to them fucking slowly, intimately even, my eyes closed so I wouldn’t make it awkward for them. Not that they ever seemed to feel awkward about me watching them.
I set the table and put on the coffee while I baked the last few pancakes. I wasn’t a great cook, but pancakes were my specialty. Thick, fluffy ones made with ricotta and lemon zest. Hopefully the Hendersons would like them too.
As I reached up to get the coffee pot from the shelf, I felt a hand squeeze my ass.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Professor H said. “Looks like you cooked up a storm.”
I turned around in his arms and kissed him. It felt weird and exhilarating to be this close with him. “Not a storm, just some pancakes. I thought you’d both be hungry after last night.”
I could feel his cock harden against my lower belly. He was wearing boxer shorts this morning, but nothing else. If anything, that made it even hotter.
Peeling his arms off me, I turned back to the coffee maker. I filled the pot with coffee and placed it on the table. “The pancakes are best eaten while they are hot.”
He grinned. “I get it, no sex for you this morning.”
I wagged a finger at him. “First breakfast.”
As if on cue, the door opened and Mrs H came in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “What smells so delicious?”
Professor H crossed her kitchen and pulled her into his arms. “Zoe made pancakes.” He kissed her and led her to the table. She was wearing a thin sun dress which did nothing to hide her gorgeous curves.
We all sat down and started eating. Mrs H poured a generous amount of maple syrup on her pancakes, then took a big bite. “Oh, this is delicious! You can make this again!”
I smiled, pleased she liked it. As I watched, she took another bite, licking the syrup off her fingers. I started getting hot – she looked so sexy enjoying the food I had made for her.
Professor H caught me looking and winked at me. I felt my cheeks flush with heat and turned back to my own plate.
The pancakes had turned out well, but after the first two, I pushed the last few bites around on my plate. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Mrs H: the way she licked her lips, the way the syrup dripped down her chin, the way her eyes lit up in delight with each bite. I squirmed on my seat as heat pooled between my legs.
She suddenly looked up and smiled. “Are you feeling a bit hot?”
I was sure my face was scarlet, so I didn’t bother denying it. “A bit.”
She chuckled. “There’s no need to deprive yourself. I’m sure Jack would love it if you rode his cock while he eats.”
My eyes widened, but Professor H put his hand on my leg. “I’d love that.”
I wasn’t sure why I felt shy about that. We’d had sex in pretty much any other room under pretty much any other circumstance. I pushed my chair back and got up. Professor H held out his hand and I straddled his lap, facing him. His cock was rock hard and easily slid into me.
I moaned with delight as his length filled me. The chair was too narrow for me to put my knees on either side of him, so instead of bouncing on his lap, I ground myself against his cock. He grabbed my ass and squeezed as I leaned forward against his chest.
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the sensation of his cock moving deep inside me. I loved being fucked hard, but there was something so fantastic about these small movements. Tension coiled in my belly as I shifted my pelvis slightly to get more friction on my clit.
Mrs H moved around the table and sat next to me. She ran her hand along my back, cupping my ass briefly before rubbing my back again. It was a soothing and lovely gesture, which only heightened the tension in my body. I was gently being cared for by these two amazing people and it was all I could ever have hoped for.
The doorbell interrupted my concentration and I groaned. Mrs H put her hand on my shoulder. “Just keep doing this. I’ll see who it is.”
Professor H didn’t seem perturbed by the interruption at all, so I settled back into my grinding rhythm. Feeling hot, I peeled off my T-shirt and let it drop to the ground.
My nipples rubbed against Professor H’s rough chest, sending sparks of pleasure to my clit. All the sensations were small, but together they set off fireworks in my body. I never wanted this to end, and yet, I could feel my orgasm was close.
Suddenly a male voice cut through the silence. “Well, that’s a nice breakfast you’re having there, Jack.”
Professor H put his arms around me and kept me in place, but I was too far gone to stop anyway. I didn’t recognise the voice of the speaker, but I didn’t look up to see who it was.
I could feel Professor H’s voice rumble in his chest. “Hello, Gareth.”
“Would you like a coffee, Gareth?” Mrs H asked. “We can go out onto the patio.”
“Coffee would be lovely, but I’d rather take it here, thanks. I love to watch this display.”
Professor H nuzzled my neck and I worried he’d tell his friend to go. Having an audience for this was exactly what I wanted.
“Sure,” Professor H said.
I was impressed with how level his voice sounded, considering how hard his cock was inside me. My breath was ragged as pleasure rendered me speechless. I ground faster and couldn’t help a small moan.
“She’s hot, is she like this every day?”
Professor H chucked. “Pretty much. Insatiable really.”
“Hard to believe she’s taking the full length of you. That’s impressive.”
“Oh, she’s a very good girl.”
I didn’t think I could get any hotter, but his calling me a good girl made me shiver with delight.
“Nice ass, too. Have you taken that yet?”
I screwed my eyes shut, willing myself to concentrate on the wonderful feeling of his cock in my pussy. I couldn’t imagine him fucking my ass like he had done with Mrs H. It had looked too painful.
“Not yet,” Professor H said. “But maybe someday. We’re taking it easy.”
Easy? We’d been fucking every day, multiple times a day. He called that easy?
I didn’t have time to think about that, because I was getting so close to coming. The angle was just not right enough.
Feeling bold, I got up. Ignoring Professor H’s protest, I turned around and sank back down onto his cock, this time facing away from him. His cock now rubbed my G-spot and, holding the table, I could bounce up and down better.
“Ooohhh….that feels so much better.”
I now could see Gareth too. He wasn’t bad-looking himself. Older than the Hendersons, he had greyish hair and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He looked interested rather than flustered, which was intriguing. Was he a fellow professor who regularly fucked his students?
Professor H grabbed my breasts and started fondling them. My clit no longer rubbed against his pubic bone, so I slid a hand between my legs and strummed the little bud with my fingers. Mrs H was watching me, her eyes hooded with lust. She was working her hand between her legs, her lips slightly parted. I wanted to taste them, taste her, but I wanted to come first.
“Nice pair of tits on her, too,” Gareth observed.
I could now see that he was erect, but he didn’t touch himself. He just stood there, watching me getting myself off on Professor H’s cock.
Professor H grabbed my hips and helped me. He slammed his cock into me each time I bounced down, ramming himself deem inside me.
“Ooooh, professor, I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it, come on my thick cock, baby.”
Tension coiled tighter inside me until finally, it snapped. Shuddering, I fell over the edge, moaning loudly. I stumbled forward and steadied myself onto the table. Professor H pushed me off his lap and rammed inside me from behind. As my pussy convulsed around his dick, he fucked me until he, too, came, filling me up with his cum.
When he was done, he grabbed a napkin from the table, wiped of his cock and straightened up. I leaned forward on the table, worried that my legs would give out if I moved. I could feel his cum coat the inside of my thighs.
“Shall we talk on the patio?” Professor H asked Gareth calmly.
Gareth threw me a look filled with lust, but nodded. “Yes, let’s go.”
They left the kitchen and Mrs H helped me to a chair. “That was incredible, baby. I thought you would for sure stop when Gareth came in, but you love showing off, don’t you? You wonderful, filthy slut.”
I grinned. “It was pretty hot. I’ve never done something like that. Not with a stranger, at least. It’s different with you and Professor H.”
“True.” She brushed the hair out of my face and kissed me. “But wasn’t it exhilarating?”
I bit my lip. “I also loved the way they talked about me.”
Mrs H’s smile couldn’t have been wider. “I knew you were into that! It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “I never knew how hot that could be. I always thought it would be degrading, but weirdly enough, the filthier they talk, the hornier I get.”
“That’s because you’re a good little slut. We’re so lucky to have you.” She helped me to my feet. “Now let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”
When we got upstairs, she led me to her bedroom rather than the loft. “I think you need a bath rather than a shower. You can hardly stand.”
She was right, I was still wobbly from the intense orgasm I’d had. It must have been because Gareth had been watching. I had become used to having lots of orgasms from Professor H, but this on had hit differently.
“You liked having an audience, didn’t you?” Mrs H asked as she adjusted the temperature of the water.
I lowered myself gingerly into the tub. The water was pleasant rather than hot and I exhaled with delight. Mrs H didn’t seem to require a response, it had been obvious that I had liked Gareth watching.
Mrs H started soaping my back. “I think we’ll have another party soon.” It sounded like she was just talking to herself. “I didn’t think you’d be ready to participate, but maybe I was wrong.”
I managed not to roll my eyes. If Mrs H wasn’t convinced now that I was up for anything sexual, then she hadn’t been paying attention the past couple of weeks.
Her hands worked along my skin, massaging my breasts before sliding lower. I lay back and spread my legs for her as she gently washed my folds. Her fingers felt so wonderful and I wished she’d spent more time down there, but she moved on before I could get too worked up.
After washing my legs and feet, she stood up and grabbed an oversized towel. “All right, get up.”
I felt slightly deflated as she wrapped me in the towel. She rubbed me dry, then handed me a dry towel. I wrapped it around me.
She assessed me, her eyes narrowed. “You look lovely, baby. Our friends are going to be so thrilled when you join us.”
I wanted to make sure I understood what she was talking about. “It’s a sex party, isn’t it? The one you’re talking about.”
She cupped my cheek. “Oh sweetie, sometimes you’re still so innocent. Yes, it’s a sex party. Some of the friends who were here last time and a couple of other couples, who are a bit older. Would that be okay with you?”
I nodded, a bit too eagerly. “I’d love that.”
“I’ll talk to Jack. Now go get dressed, I’m taking you shopping.”
I squealed with delight and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before bounding up the stairs.
I was putting the last touches on my make-up when there was a knock on my door.
“Come in!”
In the mirror, I saw Professor H peek his head around the corner. When he saw me, he came all the way into the room. He watched me finish my make-up and didn’t speak until I had turned around to face him.
The silence made me nervous. “Is everything all right, Professor?”
He clasped his hands behind his back, looking slightly uncomfortable. I pointed to the bed. “Do you want to sit down?”
He sat down on the edge, not looking any more at ease. I was getting worried, but decided to wait him out. He clearly had come to say something and I had to let him find the words to do so.
Eventually he cleared his throat and looked at me. “Are you okay, Zoe?”
“Huh?” That was not what I had expected. “Yes, why?”
He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes still worried. “The past couple of weeks have been quite intense. Before we take things further, I want to make sure you’re not just get caught up in the craziness of it all. You’re still so young, I don’t want you to do something you regret later.”
My first reaction was annoyance that he still treated me as a child who couldn’t make her own decisions, but he meant it well. And I was glad that he looked out for me. The past weeks had been crazy – a sex-filled daze. It was fun and exciting, but I could appreciate his concern. He and Mrs H were fifteen years older than me, so I could understand him worrying about corrupting me. But what he didn’t know was that I had been corrupted way before I met them. They had just brought out my deepest, darkest fantasies and allowed me to live them. I would forever be grateful to them for that.
I choose my words carefully. “I have had an amazing time, and I wish to continue that. I’ve always craved a lot of sex, but these past weeks have been the first time I’ve had a lot of pleasure from it. It’s how I always dreamt it to be, and I want to explore this further. I will regret it if I stop now, I know that much.” I crossed the room and knelt in front of him. “I really appreciate you looking out for me. It makes me feel safe that you care about my well-being. I don’t want this to end, I want to take it further. I don’t care if that makes me a slut.” I gave a small laugh. “I love being a slut. As you say, I’m young, and therefore, I can be carefree. I don’t have to think about serious relationships or – heaven forbid – marriage yet, so this is the perfect time to get all this out of my system.”
Relief flooded his face. “I’m very glad to hear that.” Getting up, he helped me to my feet. “And please let me know if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable. It’s always all right to say no.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Thank you, I will.”
He put his arms around me and pulled me closer. “You’re fantastic. Who could have guess Grace and I would have been this lucky to get you in our house?”
His words made me tingle with happiness. “You weren’t too happy to have me live here,” I reminded him.
He winced. “I was an idiot. I only focused on Grace and I losing our freedom. I never figured that you’d want to join us.”
“I’m glad you figured it out eventually.”
“Me too.” His lips brushed mine again.
Heat gathered at my core, but Mrs H was waiting for me. I didn’t have time to give into my raging hormones. “I have to go.”
Nodding, he let me go. “Have fun shopping.”
Feeling elated, I skipped down the stairs to join Mrs H. I felt like a pampered little princess who got everything she wanted.