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Well, it was bound to happen at some point. We got **caught**.
After that second time, Aly and I settled into a kind of rhythm. We would both be in the basement stacks of the library on the same day at the same time a few times a week. Without fail–and often with virtually no words exchanged–Aly would slip out of her seat, fall between my legs, and suck me off.
Some days it was a slow, sensual blowjob. I would recline lazily, spreading my legs while Aly worked that magical tongue up and down my shaft. Other days I felt more dominant and rough. I’d grab her dark brown hair and pump that wet little hole hard against my pelvis. She seemed to particularly enjoy the intensity–if her choked moaning was anything to go by.
I suppose you could say we got too comfortable. We stopped paying much attention to our surroundings. It was always so *dead* in the bottom stacks. She became noiser and I did too, which only made her moans grow louder.
One day, near the end of the semester, I had her pinned against one of the long, metal bookcases. She was wearing a red shirt with some sort of horror movie art on it, but at the moment it was crumpled up in a roll above her chest, sitting above her black and pink lace bra. She would sometimes complain when I lifted her shirt that way, saying that it always ended up a wrinkled mess. Of course, that’s what I enjoyed about it. I loved leaving her looking like she just got her face fucked.
I had one hand pressing down on the top of her head while the other gripped the side of the bookcase when I heard the voice: “Excuse me! What are you two doing?” I glanced up, my erection still halfway down Aly’s throat when Professor West approached. I traded a concerned look with Aly, whose lips were stretched as she swallowed me. It’s absurd to think about now, but we were both frozen, so I didn’t even remove my throbbing dick from her mouth while the literature professor stomped towards us.
He came right up to my side and stood a few inches taller than me, so he towered over us both. There was a palpable disappointment behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Though, what he said next was a surprise.
“Sucking dick again, Aly? I thought we talked about this.”
*Um…*
Her eyes flicked between him and me, my cock still stuffed down her throat. I finally regained my motor skills and let myself out with a loud *pop*. She gasped for air, wiping the spit off her lips with the back of her hand while she tried to explain.
“I know Professor, but I just–”
He cut her off, “Just had to suck Jude’s cock, hm? Couldn’t do it in his dorm or apartment or in your car or wherever.”
“Professor,” she panted, “you know I have a problem with self-control.”
West grabbed her by the hand, lifted her up, her tits jiggling lightly in her exposed bra and then pushed a hand against my shoulder. “This way. You too, Jude.”
He led us down the maintenance corridor Aly and I snuck to sometimes, which was lined with a few locked doors. Though, unlike us, Professor West had a key and was able to open one. It led to what looked like an old, long unused study room. It was filled with cardboard boxes and a few old boxy computers, but it still held a circular table surrounded by a few chairs.
After closing the door, Professor West turned to us expectantly. “Well, Aly,” he sounded impatient, “suck his dick.” She bites her lip and rolls the bottom of her skirt nervously, but then falls to her knees, grabbing my shaft and plunging it down her throat with a wet *gluck*.
I’m confused by what’s happening, but I’m quickly distracted by Aly’s gagging reflex colliding with my rounded cockhead. I saw the spit start to stream down her chin, a few strands breaking off to stain her rolled over t-shirt. Then I looked up to see West massaging his own erection through his grey slacks.
Both of my hands gripped Aly’s head near her hairline as I pushed hard past her uvula, forcing her to cough and gag and spit against my length. There was the clacking of a brass buckle, causing Aly’s eyes to open wide as she attempted to investigate her periphery. I looked up again from the gorgeous slut slobbering over my shaft to see Professor West stroking himself–his was a length of cock at least as long as my own, if not a bit thicker. He had a noticeable curve upwards that I’m sure was useful when fucking. And it was becoming clear to me that Professor West fucked *a lot*.
He walked up beside me, erection in hand–”Pardon me, Jude, allow me.”–he grabbed Aly by her tousled hair, pulling her loose from my dick with a wet *splat* of spit down her tits. Then he was inside her, forcing her to take his entire length on the first plunge. He plugged her nose with one hand while he held onto the back of her head. He looked up, staring over Aly’s sputtering mouth stuffed into his groin, “You’ve got a bit to learn about, Aly, Jude. She loves to be treated like a whore. Isn’t that right, Aly?”
She nodded, dick still in throat, hands gripping the backs of West’s thighs as she did her best to hold him inside. After what seemed like a long time–during which I kept rubbing my spit-slick dick–West pulled Aly back roughly, a thick glob of spit connecting his frenulum to her lips hung for a moment between them. Then it broke off, snapping under Aly’s chin.
His green eyes met mine, “Try it.”
I shrugged, quickly grabbing Aly by the hair and pulling her against me. I shoved my slab of meat down her throat with little consideration for how well she might take it. Then I grabbed her by the cheeks and pumped her along my length several more times.
This continued on for some time, with Professor West and I taking turns using Aly’s mouth. She would impale herself on one of our cocks only for her to be torn off and impaled upon the other. Eventually, there were several prominent streams of spit running from Aly’s mouth down onto her rumpled shirt and bra. She certainly *looked* like she was having her face fucked by two well-endowed men.
She began to work harder, rubbing one cock with her hand while she sucked the other. At the same time, her other hand reached beneath her skirt and dug into her panties. She kept clenching her thighs, shaking them, and I could tell she had to be soaking through her thong. Her mouth was rarely unoccupied, so she couldn’t manage to say much, so her sounds were reduced to muffled moaning, gagging, and wet choking.
Professor West’s rough treatment of Aly–and her obvious enjoyment of that treatment–encouraged me to be much more intense with her than normal. It had become obvious to me that she and the professor had some sort of relationship–who knew who *else* she’d sucked off in those basement stacks.
As we passed her mouth back and forth–taking our long drags of her warm passage like a shared joint–I began to wonder whether Aly had fucked West. I’d yet to get inside anything other than her mouth. Not that it particularly bothered me–I could be quite happy with a reliable throatslut.
My wandering thoughts were interrupted when Aly took a heaving gasp, her hand still shimmying down my shaft as West pulled his spit-wrapped cock free of her.
“Fuck, Professor. Fuck. It’s been a while since I’ve sucked two at once.”
He grabbed her by the chin and bent down to meet her eyes, “Is that right, you little whore? Too much work for you?”
She shook her head emphatically, sending her loose ponytail whipping back and forth. “No, Sir. I can take it.”
His lips curled into a grin, “Good, now suck Jude’s cock.” He grabbed her head and pushed her mouth onto my sticky cockhead. I had been on the edge of an orgasm for what felt like ages now, so I was swollen and red. She looked up at me, her teary eyes locking onto me while my shaft disappeared down her throat. He shoved her until her nose was squished against my warm abdomen.
“Hold her,” he said gruffly, tearing his hand away to toy with the clasp of her bra.
I did precisely that. I could feel how deep I was buried in her esophagus–could see her throat distending as my cock twitched upwards. Spit began to bubble around her suctioned lips as she struggled for air. Then a thick pool of it was running down the base of my shaft and onto my heavy balls.
West unhooked her bra easily, letting her tits–each easily a handful–bounce freely. They were already slick with the sheen of spit that had now made its way to her belly button. Looking down, I even noticed a few wet spots on her pleated skirt.
“Fuck, we’ve been putting her to good use,” I muttered, mostly to myself.
West heard me and chuckled, “She’s come a long way. When I started with her she could barely take me half-way.” As he was speaking, he was positioning himself between Aly’s tits. He started to pump between her cleavage, using those streaks of spit–not to mention the ample fluid she’d left smeared across his dick–as lubricant.
Aly’s head was turned to the right, still pressed hard against my groin while West held her breasts tight against his swollen cock. Her nails started to dig into my thighs and I could tell she was having trouble breathing.
“She’s getting better,” West observed, before returning his focus to her chest.
I released the pressure on the back of her head and she burst off me like she was breaching the surface of the ocean after a dive.
“*Fuck*…” she whispered. I could see eyeliner was now running like black tears down her face.
“Having fun?” I teased while I slapped my cockhead above her eyebrow, shaking loose a sticky strand of precum and curled along the bridge of her nose. Though I was giving her a slight break, West wasn’t. He was thrusting himself against her breast bone so roughly that she was being pushed against my thighs. I took the opportunity and shoved my sloppy balls against her mouth.
“Suck.” I demanded.
Just as I did so West let out a groan, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
While my focus was purely on how Aly’s tongue felt lapping at the cleft that separated my testicles, I could hear her shudder when West blew his load against her chest.
“Fuck, now that’s a mess.”
I looked over and noticed that he hadn’t bothered to remove her shirt. It was still bunched in a roll above her breasts. And now it was covered in a thick layer of white cum. And so was her neck. And her chin. And her tits.
“Finish him on your face, Aly. Oughta complete the look.” He smiled while slapping his softening erection against her nipple.
She looked up at me, my balls sitting between her lips, “Come for me, Jude. Please.”
It didn’t take me long. Not after seeing her in that state. My thighs flexed. I grabbed her by the crown and shoved her beneath my cock. A heavy rope of sperm shot into her hair. I aimed lower–sending the second directly towards her closed eye. Another shot across her cheek and towards her ear. Finally, I buried myself between her lips and shot the remainder of my load down her throat.
“Fuck,” I groaned, “swallow it.”
When she pulled off me she was grinning with satisfaction. I’d never see someone look like such a mess. There was the spit. The running makeup. The warm semen spidered through the eyelashes of one eye so that she could barely open it. And then an entire *other* load of sperm splattered across her chest and thoroughly ruined shirt.
West patted her on the head, being careful to avoid the cum, “You did good, Aly. That’s how a cumslut does it.”
She nodded, “Thank you, Sir.”
He turned to me, “Better get dressed. I’ll get her out of here. God, she looks like a whore, eh?”
Thinking that was the end of things, I pulled up my jeans and shoved my still sensitive cock back into my boxers.
But West stopped me on my way towards the door. “By the way, she’s not allowed to fuck anyone without my permission. But I might let her fuck you. Her pussy might even be better than her mouth…”
I nodded, unsure of what to say. As I left, closing the door behind me I heard the professor speaking to Aly, “Now get over here and lick my balls clean.”
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