Page 89 of Class Studies

Professor Garnet tilted my head back and pressed the tip of his dick against my mouth. “Open, Aphy. Because I want this and only because I want this.”

I smirked. “I want this too.”

The professor’s eyes glinted. “We’ll see.”

I hesitated at his tone, but I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His hard, salty rod slid over my tongue, and I sucked, excited to taste him as he’d tasted me. He hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered with discomfort. Despite the pleasure radiating from my lower half, when my gag reflex kicked in, my building orgasm wilted, and I fought to keep from biting down.

The professor pulled back before the discomfort overwhelmed me, but he didn’t pull out.

“Yes, fuck yes. We need more vibrato,” Beryl moaned. “That’s a singing thing, right?”

Tanwyn grunted. He put more pressure on my clit as Beryl’s dick brushed my g-spot. I purred around the rod in my mouth, and the professor pushed it further down my throat.

My gag reflex kicked in again. I flailed uncomfortably, my body fighting.

“More clit!” Beryl cried out. “We need more ‘O’.”

Tanwyn added more pressure, slowing his motions on my clit, and my lower body spasmed.

The professor pulled completely out, and I worked my jaw as he spoke. “Trust me.” He caressed the side of my cheek. “Love brings two people together.” He picked up my hands and wrapped them around his base. “Love makes us do stupid things.” I opened my mouth again and held on for dear life as he pushed in and kept going. Just before I gagged, he backed off. “Love makes us blind and needy.” A wave of pleasure made my pussy clench, but I lost my peek as he slid back into my mouth, and his tip caressed the back of my throat. “But it does it to all of us. You’ve no more control over me than I do you.”

He gripped the back of my neck, further tilting my head back. His tip slid down my throat. My eyes watered, and bile rose in my stomach, but I kept breathing through my nose.

“That is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Tanwyn traced the outline of Professor Garnet’s dick before kissing my neck.

“Imagine Ashe’s.” The professor moaned and shuddered, sliding himself back out.

I worked my jaw and blinked up into his red-rimmed eyes with trust I didn’t know I could experience.

Beryl increased his speed. “More clit, now!”

Tanwyn kissed my neck again before returning his fingers to my clit. Heat flared through me while the three men fucked me senseless. We tested the limits of my gag reflex again and again. All the while, I held onto the Professor’s dick like it was a lifeline. Every time it was too much, he pulled back, and the other two paid extra attention to the rest of me.

I had no control. These men pleasured me exactly how they wanted. I relaxed and stroked the professor’s base instead of gripping it—my deep-seated fear of controlling them eased as I responded to their needs.

My orgasm once again built into an inferno.

Beryl’s strokes became faster, almost frantic. He howled and dropped my legs, pinning me to the bed. “That’s it. The fat lady’s singing.”

He swelled. Heat exploded inside me. Professor Garnet pulled out of my mouth as Beryl’s body weight pressed me right to the edge of my climax, but not over. The internal mage collapsed, almost crushing me with his kisses.

“Together,” Beryl whispered. “All of us.”

I hadn’t noticed the professor shifting, but he appeared between my spread legs as Beryl climbed off me. He positioned his thick cock and pulled me to a seated position, burying his length between my cum stained inner lips.

“Incredible.” He trembled, holding me close to his chest.

I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and threw my arms around his neck. We held each other as close as two people physically could.

“I love you,” the professor whispered in my ear.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

He kissed my cheek before rocking us. My g-spot sang, and my clit throbbed as our light motions pressured both at the same time. Tears sprang to my eyes. A sense of intimacy I’d never experienced wrapped me in a blanket as the top of each movement unraveled me, cutting into my soul.

My climax crested, and I moaned, tensing and shaking with its intensity. My walls tightened around the professor, and I rode out my euphoria. He sped up our rocking until he swelled and joined me in the bliss of release.

An intense feeling of calm and peace settled into me. The professor nestled me between Tanwyn and Beryl before resting his head on my stomach.