A Different Kind Of Night Class

Melissa hated the fact she was the oldest woman in the class. It shouldn’t have surprised her, though. These were college kids, and she was a mid-40s manager at a local electronics store. They needed this class for credit. She needed it to finally get her degree and get out of her crappy job.

Tonight’s after class study group was her and “the couple,” well, at least that’s what she called them. She didn’t know their names, but everyone knew they were together. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other during the breaks. She was secretly jealous of their brazen behavior.

It was like high school all over again. A sexy brunette, an athletic jock, and her, jealous and horny, in the corner. She glanced up from her papers, looking at them from her end of the table. His hands held her perfect face while her hands slid under his tight shirt. She pictured his taut muscles rippling as her fingers slid over them.

She felt her cheeks flush in excitement. When was the last time someone touched her like that, she wondered? The Brunette opened her eyes and glanced in her direction. Caught, Melissa looked down at her papers.

“Babe, we have an audience.” The Brunette pulled away from the Jock, looking down the table. “You can watch, we don’t mind,” she said to Melissa. “I like it when people watch.” Melissa’s cheeks burned under the Brunette’s gaze. She dared not look up. “Suit yourself.”

She could hear them go at it again and stole a peek. They had changed positions, the Jock’s back now against the table with the Brunette straddling him. Despite the intensity of their kissing, the Brunette stared straight at Melissa.

She pulled away from the Jock and smiled. Under her gaze, Melissa felt a burst of excitement in her stomach. The Brunette stood and sauntered toward her. She ran her fingernails over the back of Melissa’s hand.

“Do you like watching?”

“I wasn’t watching. You’re loud, and I looked up.”

“You sure?” Melissa wasn’t. There was something sexy about how they didn’t care if they got caught, and it pulled her in. “How about now?” the Brunette asked, ripping her shirt overhead.

Melissa couldn’t look away. It was hard not to with a pair of perky tits just a foot away from your face. Melissa noticed her piercings, and the Brunette flashed a wicked grin. Her hands drifted to the little metal rods, and with a twist, her nipples hardened, poking straight out.

Melissa watched as the Brunette’s hands traveled down to the buttons of her ripped black jeans. As each one popped open, Melissa felt herself grow hornier and hornier.

With a wink, the Brunette walked back to the Jock. Standing in front of him but not out of Melissa’s view, she wiggled her plump ass out of her jeans. Melissa felt hypnotized. The Brunette’s confidence oozed sexiness, and she knew she’d have to change her panties when the show was over.

What the fuck is going on, she thought, as she watched the Brunette raise her leg over the Jock’s shoulder, planting her foot on the table.

The Jock needed no prompting. He dove in and devoured her pussy. The Brunette’s hands, a vice grip on his hair, smashed his face against her. Her moans teased Melissa, eliciting a deep throbbing in her pussy. She crossed her legs, desperate to hold back her wetness.

It didn’t work.

It was as if her body demanded a release. She fought as hard as she could, but the sounds from across the table didn’t help. The Brunette moaned the Jock’s name, calling him “good boy.”

Her hands tugged at her piercings, and Melissa could see her eyes roll back in her head. Her moans were short, loud bursts now. Her body shook, but the Jock refused to stop.

“Fuck yes,” she screamed as she came. The Jock stood and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He turned toward Melissa, his smile that of an animal. Her hands instinctively moved to her pussy.

“Oh, you like watching him eat my pussy?” asked the Brunette.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She grabbed the Jock’s hand, leading him to Melissa. She watched as the Brunette dropped to her knees, murmuring about how good his cock tasted.

The Jock freed his cock and Melissa’s eyes widened. It was bigger than she expected. She watched as the Brunette spit on it and started stroking it. She looked at Melissa.

“Why don’t you touch yourself. You know you want to.” She was right. The urge to touch herself was growing by the minute.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Oh, come on. We don’t mind.” The Jock nodded in agreement. “Besides, you’ve seen mine. Isn’t it fair I see yours?” She flashed Melissa another wicked grin.

Melissa’s desire overwhelmed her as she watched the Brunette swallow the Jock’s hard cock. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hands slid under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Her fingers ran up and down her slit.

Her wetness soaked her fingers, and she sighed as the Brunette worked the Jock’s cock like a pro. She slid two of her fingers inside herself and fucked her pussy in time with the Brunette’s bobbing head.

She closed her eyes, letting the sucking sounds fill her ears. She felt the Brunette’s hand rest on her thigh, her fingers gripping tightly to her soft pale skin. The pressure pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm was fast and aggressive, pulsing against her fingers.

She let go of the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was the Brunette.

“I like the way you cum.”

Melissa whimpered. The intensity of the Brunette both scared her and excited her.

“Here,” she said pulling the Jock’s cock toward her. Melissa hesitated. “It’s ok. He has my permission.” Melissa wrapped her hand around it. She could feel the spit squish between her fingers.

The Brunette grabbed her hand and helped her. While their hands moved back and forth over his wet shaft, the Brunette looked straight into her eyes. She licked her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question caught Melissa off guard. She had fooled around with a few girls when she was in college, but that was years ago. She stared back at the Brunette, seeing the pleading in her eyes. She nodded.

The Brunette pounced. As their tongues pushed against each other, she helped Melissa continue stroking the Jock’s dick, their hands moving in slow motion while their lips explored each other.

The Brunette’s other hand tiptoed over her arms to the buttons of her shirt. With shocking dexterity, she undid the buttons of Melissa’s blouse without looking. Her fingers pranced over the thin material of her nude bra, sending her nipples poking out. Melissa watched as her hand slipped under her skirt.

“Oh, you do like watching,” murmured the Brunette, running her middle finger up and down her wet lips. As she slipped one finger inside, Melissa gripped the Jock’s cock harder. He moaned in response.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” said the Brunette. Melissa looked back and forth between the couple, trying to figure out their odd dynamic. “I tell him what to do,” said the Brunette, answering the unspoken question. “It’s our little deal. He gets to have fun, but only when I say.”

Melissa’s breathing grew heavier as the Brunette continued fingering her. “Do you want to watch him fuck me?” she asked. Melissa nodded, the lust in her eyes easy for the Brunette to see.

Letting go of the Jock’s cock, the Brunette pulled Melissa to her feet. The wetness from the spit and her pussy mixed between their fingers. The Brunette pulled her to the table, helping her sit with her legs over the edge.

Inch by inch, the Brunette tugged Melissa’s skirt up, exposing her dripping wet pussy. A devilish smile spread over her lips.

“I’m gonna suck, kiss, and devour you while he fucks me from behind. Ok?”

Melissa nodded, not believing she had it in her to speak. Lust was the only thing on her mind. She needed a bigger release. She needed to watch this sultry, bossy Brunette get fucked.

She leaned back on her elbows and placed her feet on the table, giving her would-be master perfect access to her pussy. There was no hesitation. The Brunette bent at the waist and drove right in. She flattened her tongue against Melissa’s pussy and, with big long licks, started her down the path to cumming.

The Jock knew his role, and in one swift motion, slammed his cock deep inside her. His hands gripped her hips, and Melissa could feel every thrust as the Brunette pushed against her pussy. She felt her lips spread as the Brunette’s tongue flicked her clit. Her moans mixed with the grunts of the Jock. She looked down at the Brunette.

She found the connection she needed in the eyes of the woman between her legs. Like an expert, she slid two fingers inside Melissa as she tongue fucked her clit. The Jock thrust harder, and the Brunette moaned into Melissa’s soaked pussy.

“Pull my hair.”

Melissa laced her fingers through het dark hair and pulled. “Harder.” She did as commanded, hearing the Brunette’s moans grow louder with each passing second. “Cum for me.”

Melissa felt it starting to build. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. The pressure of the Brunette’s tongue on her clit sent her over the edge. Her pussy gripped the fingers inside her, and her clit pulsed with each lick.

Her body shook.

She pulled the Brunette’s hair with everything she had and came all over her sweet lips.

“Good girl,” said the Brunette as she reached back between her legs and rubbed the Jock’s balls. He fucked her like a man possessed. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, never once breaking eye contact with Melissa. She could feel her hot breath on her still sensitive pussy.

The Brunette refused to let go of his balls and held him deep inside her while her orgasm shook the table. Melissa watched as the Jock came deep inside her. She pushed him back and leaned in to kiss Melissa one more time. It was a soft peck but still sent a jolt through her body.

“Next study group, I may even let you play with him,” she said with a wink.

The Jock and the Brunette gathered their clothes, and Melissa watched as they left. She could hardly believe what had just happened; but knew she’d be counting the days until the next study group.