I walked into the class and Claire was sitting there on a desk. She was wearing a green zip up hoodie and short shorts. My eyes glanced down to her legs and my perverted mind immediately conjured up an image of me tracing them with my hands, until I found my way between her legs-
I forced myself to stop fantasizing and look up at her. I caught the curves of her breasts under her hoodie along the way and had to block out more ungodly images. Images I would save for later.
“What’s up, Claire?”
Claire and I were both in the same senior philosophy class, which was really the only reason I knew her, and we had a test coming up tomorrow. I had been in the library studying late after school when I got a text from her asking me to come up here – I assumed she wanted help studying.
“Oh, nothing much,” she said, absently tracing her hand across the desk’s surface. Her bag was there beside here but she didn’t have any books or papers out. My dirty mind was sub-consciously hoping for something dirty, but I reminded myself I didn’t live in a porno.
“Guess I’m just a bit nervous for our test tomorrow… who are the main thinkers you’ve been focusing on?”
“Well, I’ve spent a lot of time on Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Kant. And Derrida for the postmodern stuff. And then of course a lot of Utilitarianism, because Ms. K seems to like that a lot.”
“Hmm. I think I like Nietzsche the most out of those guys… he’s a lot like the existentialists, who I really like.” The thing that was the most attractive about Claire was just how smart she was. Seriously, she was always the one answering questions in class, and she really seemed to enjoy learning. Her intelligence is a lot hotter than other girls who are all body and no brains. Not to say that Claire didn’t have a great figure…
“Yeah the existentialists are really cool, and Nietzsche is often considered one of them actually.”
Claire shifted on the desk and uncrossed then recrossed her legs in a Basic Instinct type move. Holy hell how I’d love to see what was behind her shorts.
“Yeah but I don’t know if I’d really agree,” she pulled her sweater down and her boobs became immediately more pronounced behind the fabric. I thought I caught the outline of a nipple as she did… Jesus Christ I needed to get my mind out of the gutter, I was starting to see things. “He doesn’t believe in free will. And I feel like existentialism relies on freedom, after all how are we supposed to define ourselves if our choices aren’t our own?”
She left her mouth open in a way that was almost seductive when she finished talking, and this time I couldn’t help myself – I imagined thrusting my dick into her mouth. I could feel an erection starting to form.
“Yeah, I mean… I guess that makes sense….” I couldn’t finish my sentence. She was looking intensely at me, mouth hanging open… and she was slowly unzipping her hoodie. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again, convinced I was in a dream or hallucinating. But she was still doing it, stopping and starting every inch or so, revealing more and more skin – but not opening up the hoodie to reveal too much.
“But maybe we don’t need free will for life to have meaning… sometimes we can enjoy things that are out of our control,” she whispered at me, glancing down at my crotch on the last few words. She finished unzipping and I had a clear view of her belly and chest, with her boobs just out of view. “Just like you’re gonna enjoy fucking the shit out of me.”
And with that Claire opened her hoodie and my jaw dropped to the floor. Maybe Descartes was right and everything outside my mind is an illusion, but holy hell were Claire’s tits the most amazing sight I have ever seen. I couldn’t speak, I was standing there like a fool. She motioned with one finger for me to come to her. I walked quickly over and sat beside her, locking lips with her and caressing her body, feeling the weight of her tits and tracing her nipples with my fingers. She locked her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply and passionately. I took my hands away from her and started undoing my shirt. We stopped kissing and she leaned back to give me space, discarding her hoodie entirely on the way, and lifting her boobs in my direction with her hands.
“I’ve fantasized about those things for so long…” I said, barely aware I had said anything at all.
“Well today fantasy becomes reality,” she smiled wide and helped me take my shirt off. I wrapped my arms around her and started licking her tits. She put her hands back around my head and ran them threw my hair as I went to town sucking, licking and overall devouring her delicious tits.
“Today you’re gonna fuck me, Brandon. You’re gonna fuck my mouth, you’re gonna fuck my tight little pussy… and you’re gonna fuck my ass.”
I stopped my breast worshipping and looked up at the goddess who just spoke, “Your… your ass?” Anal was my biggest fantasy. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Yes, you heard me right,” she started fiddling with my jean buttons as she spoke, hopping off the desk and kneeling in front of me. “You’re gonna shove your cock way, waaaay down deep inside my asshole. And you’re gonna cum in it too,” she started pulling down my pants, exposing my hard cock. “He who has a why can bear almost any how, Brandon. Today I’m gonna be your why,” she grabbed my dick with one hand and licked her lips, “today I’m gonna be your dirty why.”
And with that she slid her mouth down my shaft, somehow taking my whole cock in her mouth in one go. Her lips pressed up against my balls, and I felt the back of her throat against my tip. She took me out of her mouth with one glorious sounding gag and sighed deeply.
“Holy fuck, Claire… that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” It was. It really was. She smiled proudly and licked my tip.
“It’s only gonna get better from here.” And with that Claire proceeded to give me the greatest deep throat blowjob I’ll ever have, the Platonian ideal of all dick-suckings. She went fast and hard, working her way across across my whole length, making dirty, slutty slurping sounds all the while. Time was an illusion while I was in her mouth. She took small breaks for air, spitting on my dick for lube, stroking me off while smiling wide and looking up at me.
“Am I being a good little slut, Brandon?” she said while fondling my balls.
“Yeah. Ohhhh yeah baby, you’re doing great.” She laughed and continued to suck me off while I experienced wave upon wave of unfathomable sensory delight. How I wasn’t already cumming I don’t know.
“I’m gonna try something you might not have done before, Brandon. Is that okay?” She was gripping my shaft and lifting my balls up. I had a hunch about what she was up to – I hadn’t had it done to me before and I wasn’t going to say no now.
“Yeah babe, go for it.” She maintained eye contact with me as she stuck her tongue out of her mouth slowly… and into my asshole. Holy. Fuck. She licked and sucked and ate my asshole and I didn’t know how any woman could ever top what she was doing to me. I moaned loud and proud, “Oh, fuck yeah you dirty slut!”
She stood up, covered in spit and fluid, and dropped her shorts to the ground, revealing her thong. She got on one of the desks and raised her ass, which was like a watermelon by the way, in the air. She looked over her shoulder.
“Return the favour, won’t you?”
“With pleasure.” I got up on my knees and started taking off her thong excitedly. She watched me and moaned in anticipation, taking a hand and shoving four fingers down her throat until she gagged. She raised those four fingers up towards me.
“This is what I want you to aim for.” Jesus Christ this girl was kinky, and I was more than happy to oblige her desires. I threw her thong across the room and grabbed her ass, kissing her cheeks. I pulled my face in-between her cheeks and started feasting on her asshole. I stuck my tongue as far in as it would go and then licked her rim. I could already feel her starting to vibrate with pleasure. She ate my asshole and now I was eating hers. In a way it was quite utilitarian; we were promoting the greatest happiness for the greatest number here, nothing but pleasure and the absence of pain. John Stuart Mill would be proud.
After a sufficient amount of anal devouring I started to stick a finger into her asshole and then thought, ‘Fuck it. This girl doesn’t need to start with just one.’ Thus my index and middle finger made their way inside Claire, and her whole body shook.
“Fuuuuuck yes Brandon, that feels soooo good.”
“Yeah, you like that Claire?” I started moving my fingers in and out with increasing speed, “you like that you little whore?”
She moaned deeply, “Ohhhh yeah… put the other two in Brandy. I want the other two in…” In went my ring and pinky. “FUCK YES. OHH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD.” She raised herself on her hands and spun her head around quickly. “I want your cock in my ass, now. We’ll worry about my pussy later.” I retracted my hand and smiled at her. She turned herself all the way around so she was lying on her back. “I wanna look into your eyes while you pound my asshole to kingdom come.”
I climbed on top of her and started kissed her. Her hand went to my cock and started stroking it, then guided it slowly towards her nether regions. I sat up a bit and watched my tip enter her, the shaft following quickly. Her face lit up and she screamed in delight. My balls were now touching her skin – I was all the way in. I looked into her eyes as I started to thrust in and out in rhythmic motions. Her asshole felt great around my cock, gripping it tightly – I had no idea anal was gonna feel this good. This must be what Kant meant by the sublime. As I fucked her harder and faster her eyes began to roll back into her head, and she moaned and screamed non-stop.
“OHHH! BRANDY! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! IT FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE, BRANDY. FUCK ME LIKE A WHOOOOOORE-,” her words ended as she let out a primal moan of pure ecstasy as she orgasmed. I slowed down as she composed herself, rubbing her clit softly. She laughed and looked down, and then up at me. “Alternate,” she said.
“What?”
“Fuck my ass. Then my pussy. Then my ass-” I got the idea and moved out of her ass and into her pussy, thrusting three times in there, then moved back to destroying her ass, then back to her pussy, so on and so on ad infinitum. Claire lost her mind, digging her fingers into my back. I felt an old familiar tingle down below.
“I’m about to cum, Claire!”
“In my ass! In my ass!”
I shoved myself deep in her ass, bringing my face to hers, and looked at her as I unloaded legendary amounts of cum deep within her. I collapsed on top of her and she held me to her chest.
“Brandon… that was the single greatest experience of my life.”
“Same here.”
“Same here.”
We both turned in shock towards the third voice. Ms. K was sitting at her desk, watching us.
“Ms. K!” I stammered, “we were just uh, studying.”
“I can see that. No doubt you’ll both do well on our test tomorrow,” She got up and walked towards us. “If you wanna excel even further though, you’ll let me have some fun as well.” And in one swift motion Ms. K’s shirt was off. I turned to Claire. She smiled.
“Fuck it. I’m in.”
What happened next is just as extraordinary as what I’ve already described here. But that’s a story for another time.
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