I originally wrote this for a female redditor and her female redditor FWB, but here I’ve replaced their usernames with “Tris” and “Winsome”.
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“What’s that, my darling Tris? Oh, you want permission to cum all over Winsome’s naughty tongue? Oh no…no, no, not yet Tris. I didn’t keep you two after class just to let your disobedient cunt do what it wants again. You know what I caught you two doing…” Her tone becomes soft, breathy, and mockingly sing-song towards the end.
You hear your professor getting closer as she speaks. Your eyes are long-closed against the wash of sensations, so the feeling of her nipples bouncing against yours comes as a surprise. Bairns’s hands slip down along your hips to grip your ass, full breasts pushing against your own. You hear yourself gasp, followed by soft chuckles as lips brush your neck, then lift to your ear to whisper.
“Mmmm…oh Winsome’s doing such a good job, isn’t she? This ass, the one I’ve wanted to spank sooo many times…oh, it’s wriggling around quite out of control. You just…can’t…help…it. Can’t help trying to feed her that poor…”
Her hand suddenly and swiftly slaps your ass. She is surprisingly strong. You cry out at the sting, the yelp transforming into a whining sigh as a following wave of pleasure washes over you. She continues in a soft, sweet half-whisper.
“…swollen…<smack>”
Winsome is emitting quavering, sloppy sounds through her open, ever-working mouth, her body receiving a portion of your pain and pleasure through the hypnotic connection Bairns created. You can smell her delicious nectar and oh god it’s torture you want to dive in so badly, want to taste her, feel her grind up at your mouth.
“…bitchy…<smack>”
Overloaded by it all, you drop your head onto the shoulder in front of you, the collar of her dress shirt hard against your cheek. Your body sags into hers and you feel her body, her full breasts and hips. Your mouth is open, panting. High-pitched sighs come with every shuddering breath. “Oh fuck, oh god, oh please, oh please,” churns through your mind, but nothing comes out.
“…stubborn…<smack>”
You feel Winsome’s body twisting as she squeals, feel her hands clench on your legs, her hips buck and writhe, desperate for release. Her tongue slips and slides over your folds, always, always juuust avoiding the one spot you both need her to suck, to lick, to make explode. You want to reach out to her, plunge your fingers into the pulsing, hot, liquid feel of her. You want to cover your fingers with her as she sucks at you and then feed yourself her ecstasy.
…cliiiiit.”
The voice has turned more soothing as it draws out the word and caps it with an emphasized “t”. Her hand caresses your reddening skin. The effect is instant: Relief seems to flow through you with her voice, leaving a tingly, gorgeous arousal. Breathing, though still heavy, calms. Your body relaxes, and while Winsome continues to grind her juicy, overflowing pussy upwards, the motions are slower, less desperate. Her tongue slides slowly, luxuriously over your pussy, her lips pausing to suck here and kiss there. Your breathy voices call to each other, alternating as your sounds of Winsome-caused delight are echoed when she lovingly gathers up up her reward and shivers with pleasure.
“Mmmmm…that’s better, isn’t it? I so much prefer it when you obey like good little slutty cunts, when you accept the treats I allow you rather than sneaking around. Don’t you?” Bairns kisses lightly along your upturned ear and neck as she speaks. “Hmmmm? Don’t you prefer it like this?” You feel your head nodding, a smile slowly growing on your parted lips. Oh it feels sooo gooooood…you’re still right on that edge, but it’s different now, it’s like every little suck and lick is a miniature climax.
“Exactly,” she says into your ear, “Now I know Winsome’s pussy was just soo irresistable to you, wasn’t it?” You nod, still smiling. Oh yes, you just had to taste her, then. Nothing else mattered to you. Not the other students in the library, not the Prof just a few tables away. You caught Winsome’s eye and saw the look there, and you just had to slip your lips around her clit and slowly circle it with your tongue while she dripped. Your smile widens at the memory. You hear Winsome moan happily as your pussy agrees. It’s a delicious, contented sound.
“Mmhmm, yes, I know. But Tris, my pet…I can only do so much. Really, Tris, we’d barely started your training. I haven’t had nearly enough time with you to get you that addicted to making Winsome cum all over your pussy-slave mouth. I think you know what that means. You do, don’t you?”
You’re nodding again, face forming a slighting pleading expression. Oh, you know…oh god, you know what the thought of Winsome does to you. You know the images, the sounds that flood your mind, the slick, sweet tastes. You had fucked your begging cunt to many shuddering, Winsome-fuelled climaxes before Bairns added that one last push.
“Oh Tris, you never really wanted to help it, did you?” She strokes your cheek as she speaks, and then her hand slowly continues downwards. It trails over your mingled breasts, down your hips and inward toward Winsome’s teasing mouth. You feel her stroking Winsome’s cheek, too, and then her fingers pause near your clit. You feel yourself tense, feel your hips ready to grind against any offered pressure. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as the voice in your ear laughs softly. Winsome whimpers.
“This treat is for Winsome. She’s done a very good job teasing you as I instructed her, and I know it’s been soo hard for her. She’s so desperate to have your cunt pulsing and creaming, she loves that as much as you do. Don’t you Winsome?”
Her finger gives the barest brush on your clit and a squeal erupts from your throat. Winsome’s hands pull you down onto her mouth and she nearly sobs, hoping to feel you burst for her. But it’s not quite enough.
“Mmmmm…there, there Winsome. Tris is almost ready. Now Tris, would you like to taste Winsome on my tongue?”
The question slides out of her mouth smoothly and you feel your head nodding without thought, one singular idea filling your mind. Tasting Winsome. Oh yes, yes please, you think and then realize you’re saying it, that pleading whispers are coming from your lips.
“Good girl, Tris.”
Bairns gently pushes you upright and steadies your body as your head rolls and you undulate to the rhythm of Winsome’s mouth. Her lush body pulls away and down. After a moment Winsome begins to whimper more loudly and urgently through lips slick with your juice, her cries muffled as she continues to work on you exactly as she’s been instructed. Your hips slip your pussy around her mouth…oh fuuuck so close. You know you must be dripping all over her by now, your knees on either side of her shoulders, and you imagine drops sliding down her chin and gathering on her throat.
Prof Bairns raises her face back up to meet yours, and you raise your eyelids enough to can see the cause of Winsome’s desperation; the face in front of you is coated and glistening and oh smells sooooo good. Your mouth opens involuntarily, your tongue reaching out without thought. She raises herself up and you follow her, head tilting back. Her full, gorgeous breasts slide up over yours deliciously.
“Mmmm, that’s right Tris. I’m being forgiving to you two…after all, it was me who failed to notice how much you both already wanted this. You will have to learn, though. Now, that’s it, get your mouth ready for your treat.” You feel your lips pouting outwards, wanting to gather everything they can. Your tongue is flat, receptive, hoping. Bairns cradles your cheeks between her hands and slowly, oh soooo slowly starts to slip her tongue around your lips. You hear desperate sounds coming from you, baby-bird coos almost, and feel your pussy begin to clench and Winsome squeal in response. Oh she’s going to cum, you can tell, she’s going to cum from just your pussy juice and you from hers, but not yet, not until your Professor’s tongue meets your own and mingles together.
You feel her lips, first. Somehow you can sense the smile on them as she sucks your tongue into her mouth and then slips her own along it. Oh, there it is…oh Winsome’s on your tongue, oh her pussy, that taste oh yes oh cumming cumming cummmmmiiiiinnnggg…
Only flashes arrive after that, glimpses of the world through a curtain of mindless bliss…your tongue sliding along a nectar-coated cheek, desperate for more…Winsome’s mouth open and gasping, her tongue dripping with you, her hips thrusting…drops of the Professor’s juices landing on your thighs as she urges you on.
You find your spent body being guided downward, your head laid on a familiar, firm, perfect thigh. “Good girl, Tris. Take your time cleaning up, I know Winsome is in no rush. Show me how much you adore her pussy.” The Professor’s hand strokes your back. A contented smile grows on your lips as they part and you shift yourself closer, tongue snaking its way up to her swollen cunt. Winsome groans contentedly, and you can hear a similar smile in the sound. Oh, there’s so much, you think, and dive in.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/52x7o4/on_dealing_with_overeager_students