“Get undressed,” Jess demands, her voice still low and coarse.
Ryan is stunned for a second – motionless prey attempting to fool the predator – then he realizes he wants to be consumed, and quickly strips his clothing. It is the nature of things.
Jess kicks off her shoes and releases her skirt, never taking her eyes off her catch. Shedding her bra with a dexterity no man will ever match, then, just like a lioness onto an antelope, she goes for the throat. I’m not sure if Jess is kissing or biting Ryan’s neck, but I see his eyes roll back in their sockets, as he exhales through a smile.
I notice Brooke is watching them, too. “It’s like the African savanna out there on the carpet plains,” I say to her. Her smile increases, but she keeps watching the pair, maybe wondering if she’ll need to change her risk assessment, and, instead, protect Ryan from Jess’ predation.
“Sit,” says Jess, who then whips her hair back with a flick of her head.
No hesitation from Ryan this time, he flops down heavily on the chair behind him. I can see a red mark on his neck over the SCM muscle, probably some burst blood vessels under the skin.
Jess bends over to push her underwear down, I now get to see her naked from behind. She straddles Ryan’s legs and sits across his lap, wrapping her arms around his head to squeeze his face against her breasts. He probably can’t breathe. Lucky guy.
My attention is drawn back to the table. “Aaagh, Jesus, yesss!” TB announces, as he shoots his load into Katherine’s mouth. He’s holding her head now, steadying it while the last pulses complete. Katherine is doing her best to swallow his discharge, which is almost novel for her, she is not especially fond of giving oral, at least with me.
“I guess you’re up next for Katherine then,” Brooke says to me.
“I can’t…. I shouldn’t,” I respond. “These are my students. It would be… improper.”
As TB steps back, Katherine rolls over in place. Now lying supine, at enough of a diagonal to place both heels on the tabletop, her knees falling open shamelessly. She can’t fully use her platform because now Sarah is reclined across the head of the table, also on her back and fully naked but oriented in the opposite direction. Sarah is guiding Sean, who is kissing his way up her inner thigh, his curly red locks grasped in her left hand. Her right hand reaches out to find Kath’s sternum, fingers spread for maximum contact. Kath reciprocates, finding Sarah’s inverted nipple with her own hand. I don’t think this is out of curiosity, it’s more like a friendly gesture to a new friend – proof of a shared secret.
Kim leans over Katherine, shading her face with her long black hair. “Let me taste,” she says, then closes the gap to kiss Kath without waiting for an answer. I presumed she wanted to taste TB’s ejaculate, but the length and passion of the kiss leaves me in doubt. And TB is less than an arm’s length away from her, as he’s cupping her ass with his large hand right now.
I briefly glance back to Jess and Ryan. From their movements, I can tell she has fully mounted him now, claiming her virgin. I figure he won’t last long with the sumptuous Jess employing her full suite of pelvic muscles on him.
Kim finally releases her kiss and turns to embrace TB, shedding her top as she turns. I was right, she isn’t wearing a bra.
Finally unmolested, except for Sarah’s roaming hand on her breast, Kath looks to me and reaches out in invitation, “Come and fuck me.”
I take her hand but am conflicted. “I can’t,” I say, “not here.”
Katherine is hurt by this response, which wasn’t my intention. Her eyes become frantic as her mind races, “I’m sorry… I’ll stop…”
“No. You don’t need to. That’s not it,” I babble.
Once again, Brooke comes to the rescue, leaning over between us to command her attention for some whispered deliberations.
At the head of the table, thirty-three year old Sean has just penetrated the twenty-two year old Sarah. I can feel the motion starting to wobble the table, the dog tags he still wears sway at his chest. Sarah is stroking the tattoos on his arm – a Celtic design woven from semi-circles on his shoulder featuring four cardinal points, and on his forearm a sort-of-triple-comet design of three dots and three lines. I don’t recall any discussion leading up to this, just a primal need that paired them off and set them in motion.
Elsewhere, Jessica is still riding Ryan on the chair, cowgirl style. And Kim has a grasp of TB’s penis, palpitating it back to life.
Brooke kisses Katherine sweetly on the lips, then draws away, slipping from her outstretched hand. Kath’s eyes have turned to me, they are wet with tears, but she is smiling. Reassuring me.
Re-enacting Jess, Brooke places her hand on my chest and pushes me backwards towards the kitchenette. “You need to be fucked,” she tells me.
“But I can’t…” I resist, in words only, still shuffling backwards.
“I’m not your student. We’re not even on the same payroll,” she points out. “And I need to be fucked as badly as you do,” closing her case.
“But I thought you were…” I begin, still unable to form whole sentences.
“A lesbian?” she completes, toying with me once more. “I’m bi.”
I take a last look at my Katherine, lying naked on the table. She’s smiling at me. Urging me. Hopeful I can surrender to the same carnal desires that just conquered her.
We reach the relative privacy of the kitchenette. It has a countertop lit by LED lighting and a chrome-and-vinyl two-seat couch, industrial looking but functional. We head towards the couch.
I turn to look at Brooke, face to face. My libido finally has a permissible target and my need grows quickly.
Her hair is being back-lit by the harsh lighting, highlighting the red tinge of her auburn hair. Combined with her voluptuous figure and demure smile, I’m reminded of something from my youth; Jessica Rabbit.
Brooke has unbuttoned her shirt now, opening it to reveal a lacy black bra. As she reaches for the zip on her jeans, she says, “It’s customary to get undressed for sex.” Prompting me into action removing my own clothing.
She steps out of her denims and drops them on the bench behind her. Her underwear is mismatched, the bottoms are a small triangle of red satin material with thin straps reaching over her buxom hips. She does a slow turn to reveal they are a thong. I audibly inhale at the full-figured bare ass she’s also showing me.
“Like them?” she asks, not needing an answer. “They’re my roommate’s. But we can’t share bras, she’s not as busty.”
Now I am also down to my underwear; purple briefs today. They are hardly flattering, regardless of cut or color, the front is translucent with pre-cum and displaced by my erection. I can wait no longer to get my hands on my shapely partner. I step forward and embrace Brooke. She is receptive to my kiss.
“Hmmmm,” she moans, and a quiver runs through her body. The taste of her tongue is slightly sweet, possibly the remains of her lip gloss, as I can smell cherries. There is no sourness, the acidity of our saliva must be in balance. I seek out the taste of Katherine from Brooke’s tongue, but it is gone; long since consumed by her salivating mouth.
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