College Pleasures

The weekend was a long and slow process. After being caught by Professor Grant groping my psychology professor's cock, and then having my own overwhelming, amazing oral sex session with Professor Grant himself, I wasn't sure where things lay. I would've been lying, saying I had not pleasured myself, reliving Grant's office over the weekend. I was surprised just how much I enjoyed it. How much I'd do it again, but it didn't mean Robert and I were safe. Grant held all the cards, and we were left sweating to see what was truly to become of us.

That Monday morning in class was tense; Robert was hardly able to look at me. While Professor Grant was in the back watching, us with the intensity that had me feeling both uncomfortable and unusually aroused. Being in the same room as both of them now was pure electric.

As the lecture went on, I couldn't stop myself glancing toward the back row. His eyes fixed on me. I gave a small smile as my eyes traced his lips, the memory of them against my pussy was already sending me into a state of arousal. Feeling wet, as I ached for him to make me cum like before.

My focus went back to Robert, trying to concentrate on the class. I enjoyed watching him in full motion. His professional stance, owning the room as he taught us. Our encounters behind his office door always brought a smile to my face, and a warmth between my legs. This morning, I was highly charged with both of them. I was flustered, hot, and very horny.

By the end of the lesson, I was glad to be able to get some distance. I had a free period in between, and I was going to use it to cool off, to refocus. Behind me, I felt his strong presence, his cologne telling me he was inches from me.

"Stay behind, please, Donovan," he murmured, his voice in a low tone. "Come to the office when the room is empty."

He walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart racing with excitement. It was an order, not a request, and its weight settled heavily in the pit of my stomach. Seconds later, I heard him address Robert from across the room.

"Professor Sullivan, can I chat with you in the office, please?" Grant asked, carefully keeping his facade for the few lingering students still packing their things at the back.

Panic set in. The reality of our positions came crashing back to me in an instant. Our fate was waiting behind that office door and for a few moments, I was very worried.

The walk to the office felt longer than usual, each step measured against the mounting weight of what awaited me.

Stepping into the office was suffocating. The air was heavy, uncertain and thick with tension. Grant leaned against Robert's desk, like he owned the place, his strong presence dominating the space. Robert was very much the opposite to what he had been during the lesson. He was slumped, worried, and unable to look at me in front of Grant.

"Glad you could join us," Grant said, his tone smooth, dangerously calm. He didn't move, just watched me with those piercing eyes. "Lock the door, Donovan. There's a good girl. We can't have anyone walking in on our private conversation, can we?"

My hand trembled slightly, as I reached for the latch, the click of the lock echoing in the small stifling room. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. The quiet few seconds felt as if they were longest seconds ever. Grant finally broke the tension.

"Well, well, well, what are we going to do with this situation?" Grant asked, his voice dripping with an indulgent quality that made it clear he was relishing every second of power he held over us.

"I'd hate to have a straight-A student kicked out, all that hard work ripped away from you in seconds. And you, Sullivan." He shifted his focus to Robert, who still looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "You're one of the best professors here. I'd hate to have you blacklisted from every further education opportunity in the country," he explained, looking between us both.

I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but by his tone and the way he stood, something told me this was going to something that entailed a much darker road.

"It occurred to me that in order to keep your little affair secret, I feel being a bystander is not so beneficially satisfying for me. That, perhaps, being involved is a much better arrangement." His words hung in the air.

Was he really suggesting what I think he was suggesting?

"What do you mean, being involved?" Robert asked him.

Grant looked at me then, his gaze heavy and inviting, before sliding back to Robert.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," he said, with a smug smile through the dark look in in his eyes.

"You want to watch me having sex with Tess?" Robert managed to choke out, his voice thick with a mixture of revulsion and a terrifying understanding.

Grant didn't flinch. Instead, to the window, his hand gripping the cord to the blinds. With a sharp, decisive pull, he shut the world out, plunging the office into a dimmer, more intimate light that effectively turned the room into an insulated cage.

He turned back to us, his expression cooling into something lethal. "No, Sullivan," he said, his voice dropping into a low, controlled register. "I want you to watch me have sex with Donovan."

He held his gaze on me, knowing what had happened days earlier that I was only too eager to participate. "Or you could join in..."

"No!" Robert murmured, his voice cracking with desperation. "That's blackmail, Grant. Pure blackmail."

Grant didn't blink. He simply tilted his head, and with a smug grin, he focused on me, "If you have a better idea, Sullivan, one that makes sure I don't talk, then I'm willing to negotiate."

Robert couldn't answer. The reality was he didn't have any other options that he could bargain with. If he walked away, people would ask questions. If he stayed, Grant was always going to be around holding the strings.

Grant's expression began softening into something far more dangerous. "You understand me, don't you, Ms. Donovan?"

I felt the heat rising into my cheeks, my heart racing against my ribs. I was aware of the heavy arousal soaking my underwear. My lips parted to answer, but my voice was trapped in my throat, struggling to find its way out. Finally, I managed a fragile, breathless, "Yes, sir."

Grant's smile widened, a flicker of satisfaction lighting his eyes. "Then why are you still standing?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a hidden command that made my knees feel weak.

I began to lower myself onto my knees, a mixture of fear and excitement building deep within my stomach. I heard Robert's ragged gasp of horror and disbelief.

"Tess, no!" he cried out, his voice trembling with a frantic need to stop the inevitable. "There must be another way. Grant, please anything else - anything but this."

"She knows exactly what she's doing," Grant said, his tone dismissive as he kept his eyes locked on mine, waiting to see if I would change my mind. "Don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I reached out to fumble with the buckle of his waistband.

Pulling down Grant's trousers and boxers, I saw he was already fully erect - even larger than I remembered. Wetting my lips, I wrapped my hand around him, then took his hard cock into my mouth. His sharp gasps filled the room. I looked up at Grant to find him staring at Robert; that display of dominance thrilled me to the core.

"Fuck... that's good..." he whispered, his breathing ragged against the friction.

"Tess, please stop," Robert's voice fractured, thin and strained. "I can't watch."

He turned his back on us, though I knew that having to hear us was likely far worse than watching.

Grant was enjoying this, although I couldn't tell if it was the blowjob, or the situation he had put us in. Either way, I was becoming addicted to the dangerous edge he brought out in me. He placed his hands on my head, guiding me as he thrust into my mouth. "That's it... take it all... that's good."

Grant's groan grew shorter and sharper, as his pace quickened; the wet sounds of the saliva and the friction echoing in the office.

"Good girl," Grant whispered, through the escalating pleasure he was experiencing.

Grant stopped, pulling himself from my mouth before he could reach climax. His grip on my head guided me up to him, before pulling me into him to kiss me. His tongue was exploring my mouth as our light moans, were muffled by our kissing.

I was very aroused, my underwear already soaking with the thought of him touching me; having his cock finally inside me, was something I couldn't stop thinking about since our encounter in his office. He turned me around, so I was pressed against him. I could see Robert still had his back to us.

Grant's hands made their way to my waistband before opening my button, then pulling the zip down. My breath hitched and I felt his fingers slide down the front of my underwear. As his fingers slid between my wet lips, I instantly pushed back into him, gasping with delight. Even his fingers knew where to touch me. He gently glided against my clit, using my own juice as lubricant.

Grant's smile deepened, his eyes dark as he whispered against my ear, "Tell Professor Sullivan exactly how wet we make you. Tell him how much you want us - both of us."

I could see how difficult it was for Robert watching me receiving pleasure from someone else. My moans however were causing him a different reaction. I could see the evidence harden underneath his trousers.

"I want you, Robert... make me wet," I gasped, my voice thin with desperation. "Please."

Grant made sure he applied enough pressure to continue his relentless movements, just enough to not make me cum. Robert took a step forward, fighting the war he was having between walking away or joining in.

Grant's smile widened, his eyes locked on Robert, as he knew he had Robert exactly where he wanted him. "Come to her," he murmured, his tone dripping with authority. "She's close to climax for you. For both of us."

"Yes... don't stop... please sir, sir... don't stop," I gasped, my voice fracturing as Grant deliberately slowed his rhythm, dragging the friction out to keep me suspended in the heat of my climax, my legs weak as I was close.

Robert snapped. He closed the gap between us. Instantly locking his lips against mine to keep my moans quiet and muffled. I was caught between them both. While Grant delivered the sensations making my aching pussy wet, Robert gave me the sensual passionate kissing as he held me close to him.

Grant increased the pressure, making me cum so intensely that it left me shaking against them both. Grant remained in charge, the power he held was then over both of us.

"Feel how wet we make her," Grant murmured, as he removed his hand from my underwear.

Robert's hand slid beneath the silk, his fingers gliding between my lips; his own breath hitched, a harsh, jagged sound. He began to massage my clit, his touch much lighter than Grant's, but equally satisfying, if not more.

Grant leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a cold, intoxicating command. "Get on your knees, Donovan. Show him exactly how much you want to suck his cock."

I didn't hesitate. I slowly lowered to the floor as Robert unbuckled his trousers. As he pulled his hard cock from his underwear, I wet my mouth, preparing eagerly for him - his cock inches from my face, already wet with arousal. A small, satisfying smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

Robert's moan was instant. As I began a slow, deliberate rhythm, I could feel Grant right beside me, his presence looming. Without breaking my focus on Robert, I reached out, my hand sliding around the length of Grant's cock. I matched the pace of my hand to the rhythm of my mouth.

I took them in turns, sucking one man's cock as my I gave the other one a hand job, swapping between them. I could feel my own juice escaping from me, the sweet smell of arousal and satisfaction I was getting from sucking two cocks.

While currently sucking Grant's hard cock, I felt him pull me back, stopping me from continuing; still very much in charge of the situation looking down at me.

"Get on the couch, get on top of Professor Sullivan."

As I stood up, I felt Robert holding my hand guiding me to the sofa. I sat down before I straddled him. I felt Grant move behind me, as he placed his hand on my waist, gently but firmly, guiding me forward until I was leaning against the top of the sofa.

"Have you ever had two men thrusting deep inside you?" he asked.

"No, sir," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of terror and desire.

Grant's hand followed the curve of my waist before pressing it on my bottom, gently pulling my cheeks apart. I felt his fingers trace down my entry before sliding into my soaking-wet pussy. I pushed back into him as his fingers slid in and out of me, gathering up my juice to prepare me for his hard cock.

Robert slid himself inside my aching pussy. He was slow and tender. The sensation of him was already becoming too much. I found a rhythm that intensified the friction, making my body ready to cum again. Behind me, Grant pressed his finger against the entrance of my bottom, wet and firm, before gently easing it inside. I gasped at the tight sensation he brought to my body. Robert was there to counter it, his kisses hiding my muffled cry.

With every purposeful slide of Grant's finger, I couldn't help but push back into him, desperate to take more.

"God... that feels good," I breathed against Robert's mouth.

Grant moved with care. He made sure he wet his hard cock with his saliva before gently easing it inside my tight bottom. He took his time, until I couldn't wait any longer. I shifted my weight backwards until every inch of his hard cock was buried deeply inside.

Both men thrusting inside me was a new experience. Feeling Robert sliding into my soaking-wet pussy as Grant thrust into my bottom. He thrived on the tight friction as much as I was, and Robert could feel it.

Robert held my hips in a vice-like grip, driving deep and rhythmic, while Grant pulled my shoulders back, pinning me to him so he could set his own pace.

"Mm... God, that's good," I whispered. "Faster... please... make me come hard," I urged, my body craving every inch of them. Both of them, together.

Hearing the wet sounds of Robert's thrusts excited me more, Robert's control finally slipped, a low whimper breaking from his throat.

"Tess... oh, fuck..."

I felt the climax building, a tidal wave of pressure. Grant moved one hand to my lower back, pulling me against him as his hips slammed against mine, his grunts deepening.

"I'm going to come... don't stop... faster... harder... fuck me!" I told them.

They seemed determined to make sure I got what I wanted from them, pushing my body toward that climax.

"I feel it... God, Tess, you're gushing," Robert groaned.

I pushed back into them, a satisfied groan tearing from my throat as my body convulsed, my hot, juices squirting from me.

"Holy shit... keep going, sir," I gasped to Grant. "Fill me deep, Professors," I commanded.

Robert was the first to finish. His thrusts deepened inside me as his cock unleashed his hot cum inside me. "Fuck," he let out as he held me tight against him, my own body still spasming through my own climax.

The sensation for Grant became overwhelming. His hands were pulling me hard into him, as his own thrusts quickened. "Yes, take it all.... Take it!" he grunted, as his cock pulsed inside my bottom, filling it up with his hot cum. He held me in place until every drop was inside me.

Sweating and extremely satisfied, both men gently eased themselves from me. Robert pulled me into him, my body still lightly shuddering from the aftermath of the intense sexual encounter I had just experienced. Being fucked by two professors at the same time was definitely the highlight of my course so far. I only hoped that this would happen again.