I didn’t get a chance, though. He moved behind Laurie, lifting her skirt. She was standing, leaning over to lick me, and she arched her back when he entered her, moaning against my pussy, make me writhe. Her face was wet with my juices, her tongue working fast, lightning fast against my clit.
“Oh Laurie, I’m…” I was going to tell her. The sight of Matt fucking her from behind, his hungry eyes on me, the velvet feel of her tongue, and the sound of the woman moaning as she masturbated on the flat screen in the front of the classroom were all too much. I was coming-but I couldn’t speak. My breath was gone, my voice, and I made no sound at all as I lifted my hips to her eager mouth, my whole body quivering with my climax.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Matt murmured, pumping his cock into Laurie even faster.
The narrator’s voice said, “There are some women who can have more than one orgasm during the same session. Watch as our subject continues to touch herself after the first climax experience. Her arousal state is still heightened…”
I whimpered when Laurie’s mouth moved to kiss my thigh. “More?” Even to my own ears, my words sounded like a plea.
“Sounds like someone else can have multiple orgasms,” Matt said with a grin.
I nodded, eager, my fingers moving to my clit, rubbing.
“Ahhh damn… Laurie, I want to fuck her, too.”
“So do it.” Laurie stood, moving out of the way, her eyes bright. “Fuck that sweet little shaved puss.”
I looked between them as he moved forward, his cock slick with Laurie’s come. I grabbed it before he reached his goal, sliding my hand up and down the length, feeling it pulse. God I loved the feel of a cock in my hand. Matt bit his lip as I aimed him, wiggling into position, and he grabbed my hips before plunging in deep.
“Oh yeahhhh.” He stayed there a moment, savoring, and so was I, loving how much he filled my aching hole. Laurie’s hand moved over my breasts, my belly, as Matt began to move inside me. Her other hand was under her skirt, and I realized I still hadn’t seen her, and had a sudden longing to taste her. I hadn’t been with a woman since college-undergrad, anyway-but I was so turned on I could barely stand it.
“Come here,” I murmured, reaching for Laurie and laying back completely on the desk, long ways. There was just enough room for my torso, my head hanging off the back, Matt working his cock between my thighs at the other end. Laurie lifted her skirt for me-no panties, and her pussy was shaved, too, leaving a dark triangle above-and I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and fastening onto her with a desperate hunger.
“Lift your skirt higher,” Matt ordered, pumping his cock faster into my pussy. “Oh fuck, that’s gorgeous. Lick her, Frannie. That’s so good. God you’re so tight and wet, I can’t…”
Laurie was up on her tiptoes, working her hips in circles, pressing her cunt against my mouth, and my whole face was soon covered with her juices. Her clit was hard under my tongue and I focused there, my hand sneaking down to rub my own clit as Matt pounding into me, his hands gripping my hips hard.
“Oh god, oh god,” Laurie moaned, and I felt hands on my breasts-they were soft and small, hers-pinching my nipples, making me suck her clit harder. “Fran, I’m gonna come all over your face!”
I made a low noise in my throat, wrapping my arms around her hips, diving in deep and moaning when I felt Matt’s fingers take over on my clit where mine had left off.
Laurie’s whole body tensed as she came, little shivers moving through her again and again, and her juices were so copious now they pooled at the hollow of my throat.
“Ahhhhh god!” Matt was going to come, and I was almost there. Laurie, still gasping, moved toward him, her hands on my thighs, pulling my legs back. I moved up to my elbows, still swallowing the taste of Laurie’s pussy, and the sight of Matt’s cock sliding into my smooth, wet slit sent a quick rush of pleasure through me.
Then I couldn’t see anything, because Laurie’s mouth was on my clit, her tongue lashing over and over. I groaned at the loss when Matt slid out of me, but a moment later he flooded my clit with his come, hot pulsing waves of it flooding against my flesh, and the sensation took me over the edge. I arched and shuddered on the desk as
Laurie kept working between my legs, licking up the flooding river of Matt’s cum from my throbbing clit as fast as he could shoot it.
On the screen, the narrator continued, “Masturbation is a natural part of human sexuality, and nothing to be ashamed of…”
Maybe so, but I flushed with embarrassment now in the aftermath. I found my panties under the desk, pulled my jeans on as quickly as I could, while Matt and Laurie zipped and straightened. I kept glancing at the door, but it never opened.
When I was fully dressed again, I shouldered my backpack, still tasting Laurie in my mouth, and turned to face them.
“Wanna go out to lunch?” Laurie suggested, holding her hand out to me.
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the credits on the screen. “I guess… it’s over.”
“The video? Feh!” Matt grinned as we fell into a formation as we walked, me between the two of them. “Too bad someone wasn’t taping us.”
“Thank god they weren’t!” I gasped.
“Oh come on, Frannie. You know it was good.” Laurie laughed at my shocked expression. “Now that’s what I call Human Sexuality 101!”
LEARNING EXPERIENCE
She actually had to fight the urge to call him Mr. Edwards, even now. His house wasn’t anything like she had expected-his wife must have done all the decorating-
everything matched, seemed to have its own place, and had a subtle but unmistakable Asian design influence. The Mr. Edwards she had known- hell, Cassie, call him Rick already, would you? — was scattered, forgot papers he’d already graded at home, and rarely wore matching socks. Granted, the mismatch was subtle and hard to see unless you were in direct light-a dark brown and a navy blue, maybe-but it was just a part of the whole picture that made up her junior year English teacher’s persona.
Standing in his kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking wine out of a glass just like a grown-up-twenty-eight was grown-up enough, she insisted to herself-
she watched him fixing a shrimp stir-fry for the two of them, and noticed with amusement that he was barefoot. That solved the mismatched sock problem entirely, didn’t it?
“You’re sure about your… I mean, that we have the house to ourselves?” Cassie asked for probably the tenth time in a week. Was she nervous about his wife coming home and discovering them? Did 11th grade girls get crushes on their cute English teachers? Which was to say-hell yes.
“I told you,” he said, turning off the flame on the gas stove and tipping the Wok toward the plates he’d already mounded with wild rice. “We have an arrangement.” She couldn’t imagine any woman leaving for the weekend so her husband could have an affair with a former student-although she was pretty sure Mrs. Edwards had no idea about the latter, even if she was aware of the former. But she wasn’t in her mid- fifties and hadn’t been married for twenty years either. In fact, she’d never been married-although that one romance out of college had been a close call.
“It smells delicious.” She moved toward him, breathing deep. He’d always bragged about his cooking-of course, he’d bragged about a lot, she remembered-but apparently in the cooking arena, there had been more truth than bluster to it. They’d always gone out somewhere to eat, but tonight, their first real “overnight” together, he’d insisted on cooking. Her stomach felt tight, but she knew it wasn’t just hunger. His hand slipped behind her as he pulled her closer, putting the pan down on the stove before his mouth captured hers.