Bad Teacher (Erotic Collection) (Erotic Lessons) (7 page)

I scream.

It’s so filling, so intrusive, so much all at once. I’m
almost overcome.

And then he turns it on.

It’s like he turned on a live current. Lightening courses
through me, starting in my ass, traveling through every limb and nerve, and
ending in a cloud containing my clit and my g-spot. And then the electricity
starts to jump between them in little jolts, and my whole body starts to
tremble with what’s coming. It builds so quickly again, and my orgasm racks my
body like a storm. I scream, and I scream, and I scream, and it thrashes me to
within an inch of consciousness, pulsing from my contracting ass through my
pussy, my stomach,
my
legs.

When it’s over my legs can’t hold me, and the man behind me
puts his arm around my bent waist, gently walking me forward so I can rest on
my knees. The man in front of me cups my chin, tilting my head up.

“She’s ready.”

Holy shit.
Now
I’m
ready?

The man behind me slips an arm between my legs and around my
waist, and lifts me up and carries me forward, and when he lowers me down,
there’s a man beneath me. The man beneath me spreads my legs as I come down so
that I’m straddling him, and the part of my brain that still works is now dizzy
with anticipation. He runs his hands up and down my body, getting his fill of
my curves, before settling his hands on my hips. He positions me slightly, so
that for just a moment I can feel his dick poised below my cunt, and then
suddenly he pulls me down as he thrusts up, spearing me on his cock.

Finally,
finally
.
I moan with gratitude as he starts to fuck me from
below, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I start to ride him, grinding my
hips with his. I hear someone fiddle with the lead attached to my bound wrists,
and the line goes slack just before the man below me reaches up and pulls me
down, putting my arms around his neck. It pushes my clit against the base of
his cock, and his dick against the back walls of my passage, the wall it shares
with my tender ass.

“Yes!” I utter, before I remember that I haven’t been given
permission to speak. The man behind me remembers, and he slaps my ass, hard,
before pushing me further down. More cold lube drips down into my crease,
around my
well used
asshole, and now, finally, I know
what’s coming.

Thank you,
Griff
.

The man below me stops thrusting into me just long enough
for the man behind me to position his cock at the tender flesh of my puckered
asshole. Slowly, slowly he eases his cock into my ass, until I’m filled, I’m
overflowing, with two men, two dicks. There’s no more room for anything else,
no thought, no mind, no feeling other than this. I don’t think I can handle
anything more.

And then they start moving.

Alternating thrusts, one two, one two, one man’s hands on my
hips, the other on my bruised breasts, the heads of their cocks scraping past
each other with my tender flesh in between. I open my mouth to scream, but no
sound comes out; it’s beyond sound. I can’t even remember to breathe at first,
and I almost pass out. I slump over the man below me, who’s fucking my pussy so
good, and little sparks start to shoot down my limbs, through my body, and the
feeling starts to build in me like a firestorm. The wrongness of it, of that
cock in my ass, pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and the man below me
moves his hand down, his thumb on my clit, and then I’m really screaming.

They pick up the tempo as fire swirls inside me, and I’m
almost begging them to stop, to fuck harder or to stop, because if I stay like
this, suspended in this fire, I’m pretty sure I’ll die. My breath is just
coming as a series of hiccups now, my eyes wide open, unblinking, beneath my
blindfold, and suddenly it’s upon me: my entire existence contracts into one,
glowing ball, and then explodes outward, shattering me into a million pieces,
crushing those pieces into dust. The contractions keep going and going, pulsing
on and radiating to every part of my body, and I think it’s possible that I had
a stroke.

I can’t speak.

I can barely breathe.

I feel my pussy and my ass milking both of those dicks, and
suddenly I’m took weak to hold myself up any longer. I slump fully on top of
the man below me, and the one behind me leans on my back with one hand,
grabbing my shoulder with the other, and if I thought I was getting fucked
before, I didn’t know what fucked was. He slams in and out of me, in long,
strong strokes, faster and faster, and the man below me matches him, now in
synch so that they both ram into me at the same time, both pull out at the same
time.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m coming again, so
quickly, and I scream but the sound is hoarse. My eyes are watering beneath the
blindfold, and I’ve lost feeling in my legs, and all I need is to come again
and cease to be.

“Please, please, please,” I beg them, and they hear me.

This time when I come I pull the orgasm out of them, first
the man in my ass, then the man in my cunt, filling me one final time. When I
fall on top of the man below me, I’m weeping gently, just from being
overwhelmed. I try to find the words to tell them – whoever they are
– thank you, and I find that I can’t move my lips properly; my entire
face feels funny, like it’s on pins and needles. I just weep into his chest for
a while, while the man behind me cleans me up, and eventually someone unbinds
my wrists. I move to take my blindfold off, but a gentle hand stops me.

I’m not to know who they are.

When I try to get up, I fall, and one of them catches me. He
helps me into a robe of some sort, impossibly soft, and then he picks me up,
cradling me in his arms.

I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care. I curl
into his chest and breathe deeply.

Griff
.

It’s him. It must be. His scent.

I almost ask, but then I think better of it. I’ll enjoy it
for what it is. I’m not surprised or unnerved when he leans down and deposits
me on a car seat; I guess I’ve grown accustomed to being blind in this short
time. And I’m not surprised when I hear the door opposite me open, and a man
gets in. I just snuggle up next to him, safe in the crook of his arm.

As the car begins to move, a hand reaches up and tugs the
blindfold down around my neck. I look up at
Griff’s
face, and smile softly. Tiredly.

He grins.

“Good girl.” He says.

Best. Dom. Ever.

The End

...
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