College Sports
written by:
Naughty Miranda
A cigarette in one hand, a copy of Marcus Aurelius in the other, Sabrina perched herself in the window seat, staring out through the antique leaded glass. Three floors below, and all around her too, Saint Boniface's College was settling down for the night, and she knew that she should probably do so, too. The big Latin test was tomorrow, and she knew she was as ready as she would ever be. Just a couple more pages......and the door to her room burst open, and her roommate Amber burst in, face flushed, hair awry, more than the regulation top two buttons open on her blouse. But weren't they always?
"Sabrina. You have to come with me now, and you have to stay quiet."
"I was just...."
"This is important. Come on. And put on light shoes as well."
Sabrina slipped into her sneakers; checked that her hair, at least, didn't look she'd already been sleeping half the night; and followed her friend out into the darkened corridors. Lights out would not be called for another hour, but still the lights had been dimmed throughout the school, and the only sign of life came from the strips of brightness that peeped from beneath the closed doors they passed, and the occasional voices or laughter.
Amber led the way, tugging almost painfully on Sabrina's outstretched arm as they half ran through the school, down the stairs that led to the library - itself illuminated only by a handful of lamps - and then through the connecting doors to what was still referred to as the New Wing, even though it was built forty years ago.
"Where are we going?" hissed Sabrina.
"The French lab," Amber answered. "Now, hush. Listen."
The two girls paused and, for a moment, all was silent. And then , distant but sibillant, a hiss, a crack, a cry. "What was that?" Sabrina mouthed, but Amber only smiled and, again taking her hand, led her down a narrow corridor that ran alongside the French label, crowded with discarded school supplies, but opening out into an ante-room, screened from the classroom only by a thick velvet curtain.
The sounds were louder now, whatever they were, and they were coming from the other side of the curtain. "Okay, careful," counseled Amber, and she pulled a patch of curtain to one side. Sabrina leaned into look, and almost cried out in surprise.
The French lab flickered by the light of a dozen candles. On the desks... the desks that Sabrina, Amber and their classmates sat at... lay a selection of - you could only call them torture implements. Or police hardware. Handcuffs. Nightsticks...
And standing naked and blindfolded in the center of the room, his arms pulled up above his head, bound at the wrist and then secured to a chain that hung from the ceiling, Professor Sharp - the man whose Latin class Sabrina had been cramming for all evening.
"Well-hung in every meaning of the expression," she whispered as her eyes settled on the erection that rose like an additional limb from the man's not-bad-for-an-old-dude body... and then took a sharp breath as she felt her friend's hand stroke down her back. Sabrina leaned in to Amber, and resisted the temptation to close her eyes as the girls fingers traced the crack of her ass through her skirt, and continued to stare at Professor Sharp's cock. "But what's he doing?" she asked.
"Watch," hissed Amber as her hand made its way beneath the back of Sabrina's skirt up, and a single finger tip commenced gently stroking.
A second figure was in view now, and again Sabrina had to suppress a gasp. Mademoiselle Deschamps, the French mistress. Again, in every sense of the expression.
Her hair, normally so tightly set in a bun, was down around her shoulders. She had removed the glasses that made her look so owlish, and breasts that she must have kept bound to her chest hung free and luxurious, the nipples as black as the leather gloves and boots that were her only concession to clothing. Her pussy was shaved and if Sabrina really focussed, her slit gleamed wet and red in the candle light.
She stood before Sharp, a whip in one hand, trailing its weighted tip around his cock.
Again. "Je marcherai..."
The wretched man moaned; his head tilted down as though straining to see through his blindfold, to watch that vicious whip as it toyed with his cock. "Je marcherai," he repeated. "Tu marchais, il marchait, nous march..." He paused uncertainly, and the whip cracked down, slapping and then wrapping around his shaft.
He howled.
"They're conjugating verbs?" Sabrina asked.
"Yeah, but it's middle school stuff. He must know the answers, really."
"So he's faking dumb? Knowing that she's going to..." Sabrina's sentence died in her throat as Amber's finger slipped into her wet pussy. How she had raged when her parents told her that the only college they would send her to was an all-girl's Catholic school in the wilds of Washington state... how she had fumed to her friends that they'd just set her sexual development back three years by ensuring she would not meet another man until she was freed at the end of it.
But the fates had handed her the next best thing, a room mate who might have looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, but who could do things that made you want to be dragged through it with her. For a year now, Sabrina and Amber had fucked and sucked and licked and flicked one another through every celebration and crisis that college could muster, until simply being in the same room as one another was enough to set Sabrina dripping.
Two fingers were inside her now, but when she moved to offer some reciprocation, Amber breathed a gentle "no. Keep watching."
So Sabrina watched, as Professor Sharp stumbled through another clumsy lesson, and was rewarded with failure by another sharp crack, another anguished howl... and she would have sworn, as the unimaginable agony flooded through his body, that his cock had grown another inch.
"He likes it!" she murmured, and Amber smirked a mocking "duhhh." Her fingers were sliding in and out of Sabrina; when she breathed, she could smell herself and that just made her slicker. "More," she murmured and Amber's third finger joined its brethren inside her, roughly fucking her as they stood there, and thank heaven that she had her friend to lean against, because her legs felt as though they were about to buckle beneath her.
Professor Sharp conjugated another verb wrong; another stinging descent of the whip, and this time it wasn't his shaft that got the brunt, but the meaty helmet at the end, the part that even virgin girls know is the most sensitive and succulent of them all.
Mademoiselle Deschamps certainly knew it, for having whipped and waited for his moans to die down, she cradled his cock in one hand and softly completed the conjugation for him. Then, as he stammered out a "thank you, Mademoiselle" through the tears that choked his voice, she knelt and gently kissed his cock.
Now Sabrina did gasp aloud and clapped her hand across her mouth when she realized. But Mademoiselle Deschamps was too engrossed to hear her, as her brightly lipsticked crimson lips... so different from the pale, pinchy mouth that her students knew and feared.. opened around Sharp's injured manhood, and slowly sank down its length.
"She's sucking his cock," Sabrina whispered. "God, I've never..."
"Never seen anything like it..." Amber completed her sentence with the same sense of wonder. Both girls, of course, had fooled with boys in the past; both had jerked off boyfriends in the car or at the movies - or once, in Sabrina's case, during a math test, when the guy she was seeing wound up seated next to her, in a class room so small that they'd had to double up desks. And that had been fun, if a little distracting.
Between ensuring they weren't noticed, and keeping his cock end from being bruised against the desk, and all the while still intending to pass the test itself, she was so not thinking about what she was doing that, when he came all over her hand, she had absent-mindedly raised her hands to her lips... and spent the rest of the lesson walking around with the taste and feel of cum on her tongue, and she could only be grateful that it wasn't so bad (at least once she'd gotten used to it), because there was no way she'd be excused to get a drink of water.
This was a lot like that moment. She could feel Amber's finger still deep inside her, and her body responding around them, tensing and flooding and just flirting on the very edge of orgasm. But her eyes were on the classroom, and her mind was with Mademoiselle, imagining what she was thinking, what she was feeling... and how did a woman who spent every moment in class looking dull and dowdy as a bucket of ditchwater, suddenly transform into a raging beauty, just because she had a man's penis in her mouth?
The ultimate beauty aid? Sabrina smiled. Maybe....
A phone rang.
Panicked, Amber and Sabrina both snapped out of their reveries; Amber's fingers snapped out of Sabrina's pussy; both girls' hands went instinctively to their purses... before they realized they'd not brought them, and it was Mademoiselle Deschamps who snarled a furious "merde."
The woman answered the phone, snapped a few terse replies, then turned back to Professor Sharp. Maybe her eyes did flicker down to the cock she had been so happily sucking on a few moments before, but her voice was hard and businesslike. "I have to go now. I will probably be some time. Maybe an hour, maybe more." She stepped forward and, with middle finger and thumb, viciously flicked his cock head. He yelped.
"You will remain where you are and as you are until my return," she continued, her natural French accent adding a curiously sensuous tone to her hard words and harder voice. "Your cock will remain as hard as it is now, awaiting me. If it is not, I will assume you no longer wish to continue with our lessons." And then she turned and left the room.
Amber pushed past Sabrina and went to the narrow window at the back of the ante-room; waited a moment... presumably while the French mistress got dressed in something slightly more suitable than leather gloves and thigh boots,.. and then, "okay, there she goes. Oh well, show's over..."
...and then, "Sabrina! You can't!"
"I can," whispered Sabrina. "And I am." And boldly she stepped through the curtain, to where the naked, blindfolded Professor hung motionless.
His toes barely touched the floor. Almost thoughtlessly, she kicked at them, and watched impassively as he flinched and swung back, his arms now taking all of his weight. "Who's there?" he asked. "Mademoiselle. Is that you?"
Sabrina remained silent, but turned to smile at Amber, still watching wide eyed around the curtain. She reached down and a small hand encircled his cock; Sharp groaned, so she twisted violently and he yelped. Yeah, she could see why Mademoiselle Deschamps enjoyed this so much. There is something so satisfying about having a man completely helpless, completely vulnerable, before you.
Amber had stepped out into the room now, beckoning Sabrina over. "What are you going to do?"
Sabrina grinned. "I'm going to make him come."
"You can't! Mademoiselle Deschamps said..." and then she realized what she was saying. "Oh my God, Sabrina, you are so evil."
"And horny," Sabrina added, already pulling her sodden panties down. She held them for a moment and then stepped back to where Sharp hung, his face a mask of confusion beneath the blindfold. She reached up and grasped his hair, jerked his head back and then lay her wet, juice-soaked underwear over his face. Behind her, Amber hissed, shaking her head and pointing at her open mouth.... Yes! Sabrina snatched the cloth back, balled it up as tight at she could and then forced it into Sharp's mouth. He could breathe through his nose and suck on her taste. And while he did that, she turned her back, bent at the middle and, with one hand reaching between her legs, she gently guided his fat cock into her cunt.
For a moment she panicked. She knew he was big, but now he felt huge, thicker even than her girlfriend's three fingers. Her pussy walls screamed in protest. She'd lost her virginity long ago, with a toy which she'd kept beneath her pillow until the morning she forgot to make her bed... and her mother did it for her. The toy was still where she left it when she got into bed that evening, but now she understood the conspiratorial smile with which her mom had told her "sleep well," and she went out and bought another one the very next day. Which now lived in a locked drawer.
He was in. The ache was still there, but now it was bearable, and slowly she began to move against him, while above her he tried to speak around the gag. If she listened closely she could even make out his words... "please no. I can't come"... but Sabrina only smiled. Yes he could. Yes he would.
She moved slowly, accustoming her body to the unfamiliar weight that pushed up towards her belly; the unexpected heat that radiated through her body. Her hands gripped the desk in front of her, and her eyes flickered to Amber, standing, watching, her eyes wide and her hands stroking her own breasts.
The girl stepped towards her and, for a moment, Sabrina thought she was coming to her. But no. Amber paused at the desk, looking down at the items that littered its surface... then picking up a harness from which there hung a dildo so huge that neither girl could imagine any woman being able to take it.
So what hope did a man have?
Casually, as though she had done this many times before, Amber removed her panties and strapped on the harness. The dildo rose from her loins, so black against her pale skin, and grinning at Sabrina, she stroked it a few times, pantomiming a man caressing his own cock. Then she reached for a tube of lube and began smearing it on, liberally daubing it across tip and shaft.
She's not...
She wouldn't...
She stepped out of Sabrina's view.
And then Professor Sharp bellowed through his gag as Amber roughly pushed him forward, then positioned herself directly behind him, her hand guiding the dildo towards the man's asshole. Then she thrust, hard and deep, and there was no mistaking the Professor's words now, mouth stuffed with underwear or not.
"Yes! Fuck me!" he screamed, and so Amber did, long, bruising thrusts that jolted him forward, deeper into Sabrina, until it was as if the two girls alone were fucking one another, and the Professor was simply an outsized adult plaything, amplifying every movement that Amber made until it jarred Sabrina's body and set her every nerve end crying for more... and when Sharp came with a cry so loud that the gag finally dislodged itself and flew out of his mouth, Sabrina and Amber alike felt his ecstasy, and exploded alongside him, three bodies melting into one another, and only slowly, so slowly, returning to earth, solidifying once again, blinking and looking around in astonishment.
The girls dressed hurriedly. Behind them, Sharp still hung, his body twisting against his bonds, his cock soft and useless between his legs. Sabrina glanced at the clock. How had time passed so fast? Mademoiselle Deschamps might be back any minute.
While Sabina smoothed her skirt down, Amber stooped for the harness that she had dropped... stood thinking for a moment, and then detached the dildo. "Let's really give Mademoiselle something to wonder about," she whispered and, stepping back behind Sharp, she reinserted it into the man's gaping anus. He groaned, a moan of satisfaction, and the girls slipped away, hand in hand, through the curtain, through the corridors, and back up their room.
Giggling louder as they ran, collapsing in gales of laughter onto one of the beds, they wrapped one another in arms and kisses, unable even to speak for a moment, let alone talk about what they'd done. Until finally, Amber caught her breath and, pinning Sabrina to the mattress, began slowly kissing down her body till her mouth hung poised above her so well-fucked pussy.
"You know what I want to do?" she asked, and Sabrina's heart, already in her throat, took another leap into her mouth.
"I hope so," she said, and she gasped as Amber's tongue lashed her labia.
"I am going to suck every last drop of his cum out of your cunt," she promised. "And then I'm going to feed it to you with kisses."
Sabrina pushed her head down and ground her hips greedily. Then she cried out as she felt Amber's tongue begin swirling deep inside her... cried out as loudly as, on the other side of the school, Professor Sharp cried as a cat o'nine tails slashed viciously into his scrotum.
And the following morning, as they disentangled themselves from one another arms, where they'd finally fallen asleep, it was to find a plain manilla envelope, unmarked and unaddressed, propped up against their door.
Curiously Amber opened it, reached in and pulled out Sabrina's knickers. A note, unmistakably written in Mademoiselle's flowing handwriting, read, simply, "yours, I believe?"
Amber turned to her room mate, her face pale. "Oh shit. I think we've been busted."
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