Venus rising boxset, p.14
Venus Rising Boxset, page 14
“Very good, little one. Now reach behind you and put your finger in your ass. It should be easy; I know it's already had some stretching today.”
He smirked at her as the blush flared over her face again. Pulling her finger from her body, she transferred the wet digit behind her, pushing her ass out as it quested for her recently deflowered hole. She'd never played with her own ass before. As she pushed into the tight hole, she couldn't help but shiver with another roil of lust. It was sore, but that just reminded her exactly what she'd been doing with it this morning and how hard she'd cum while Mr. Flood had been fucking it.
“Move it in and out.”
Biting her lip to keep from crying out and begging him to touch her, she pressed her finger in and out of her ass.
“Now, put your other hand on your pussy and play with yourself.”
Her fingers were very quickly between both sides of her legs, spread thighs lewd and needy, fingers pushing in and out of both of her holes with wet sloppy sounds.
Mr. Fire unzipped his pants—FINALLY—and stepped forward.
Chris glanced over at Justin, who had his student bent over a bench and was going at her from behind as he watched the erotic tableau created by Chris and Jessica. She was so freaking hot on her knees, fingers wriggling away inside of her as she panted with sexual need. His dick felt like it was about to burst seeing her like this. Everything about this class obviously turned her on. She was the epitome of his and Justin's dream girl—beautiful, great personality and everything they both liked between the sheets—submissive, into a little bit of pain, and incredibly responsive
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, fisting it in his hand as he stepped up to her.
“Open up little one,” he ordered softly. “Keep playing with yourself, but you aren't allowed to cum until I do.”
The moan she let out was cut off as he fed his thick erection between her lips, his own groan emitting as her soft mouth sucked him in, hungry for his cock. She began moving her head back-and-forth... He could tell she had just come from a Fellatio class because the head of his dick went right down her throat without even the hint of gagging. Putting his hands on her head, he pumped his hips in and out of her eager, wet mouth, her lips clamped down tightly around his shaft, her tongue sliding and licking, teasing the underside as his head wedged between her tonsils. The confines of her throat vibrated as she moaned, her body wriggling beneath him with lust as she played with herself.
Mr. Fire's order not to cum until he did just made Jessica even more desperate to get off. The heat between her legs had her body on edge. She pushed a second finger into her ass, the tight hole clenching down around her slender fingers as they pushed in and out. The thick dick between her lips was so satisfying—at this point, she almost didn't care what hole he was in, just having him inside of her while she was this hot made her shudder with satisfaction. Sucking deep and hard on him, she thought she'd never gotten such intense satisfaction from giving a man a blow job.
Movement at the corner of her eye caught her attention, and her gaze slid from Mr. Fire's hips over to where Mr. Flood was slamming into another student from behind, her bound body draped over a bench, and his dark eyes locked with Jessica’s as he rutted. The hunger in his eyes, the fact he was watching her as she blew Mr. Fire made her cry out with desire, her throat vibrating over Mr. Fire's cock as it took another plunge into her mouth. Her fingers stopped moving between her legs, pushing fully into her, her body quivering as she caught herself just on the edge of orgasm.
It was absolute torture, balancing on the edge, the tight tension in her body almost painful, her holes stimulated and ready but not quite fulfilled. Her muffled cries and the tears in her eyes as he realized what her orgasm denial was doing to her finally sent Mr. Fire over the edge.
“Cum, little one,” he gasped, shoving hard into her mouth. “Cum with me… NOW.”
At his first order, Jessica's fingers had pulled mostly out of her, and on his final word, she plunged them back in, her clit rubbing against her hand as her denied culmination fell over the edge and off the cliff, her body writhing in ecstatic passion. Only Mr. Fire's hands on her head kept her upright on his cock as she automatically swallowed his cum, her screams of pleasure reverberating through his body. It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum down her throat, and she loved every second of it.
As she came down from her incredible high, her holes twitching with the lingering echoes of her orgasm, she kept sucking at him as she righted herself on her knees, holding her own weight again. Slowing the movement of her fingers, she massaged herself, stroking herself softly into the warm afterglow of bliss. Mr. Fire let his dick slip from her soft lips and knelt in front of her, cupping her breasts as he kissed her deeply.
Taking the hand in her pussy, he pulled it to his mouth and cleaned her fingers off with his tongue. Jessica groaned again at the erotic sight of him licking her clean of pussy juices.
Mr. Fire smiled at her.
“You can take your other fingers out now and get dressed.”
As Jessica left the classroom, both Mr. Fire and Mr. Flood were standing by the door. Mr. Flood stopped her with a light touch on her arm.
“We know you’re going to be choosing next week’s classes over this weekend,” said Mr. Fire, grinning seductively. “We hope to see more of you in this one…”
“And we really hope you’ll take our Ménage à Trois class,” finished Mr. Flood. The way he said it made the ‘hope’ sound more like an order. Which, of course, made her nod, automatically wanting to do what he said.
Blushing hotly, Jessica ducked her head and nodded before practically fleeing the classroom. She was far too embarrassed to handle staring at them while she knew all three of them were thinking about what it would be like to be together, all at once.
Chapter 11
Saturday morning, Jessica woke up alone in her room for the first time. Nick had spent the night with Vanessa, and after yesterday's multitude of orgasms and intense experiences, she was more than happy to have had a night to herself. The minor obsession she had going about Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire was something she wanted to have time to think about. She'd gone to the Friday night movie showing with Charity and the rest of her friends and enjoyed watching Love Actually, which was one of her favorite movies before coming back to her room to veg out. Charity was at Paul's, of course, and the room seemed a little empty without her sunny personality, but it did give Jessica plenty of time to poke at her emotions.
Yes, the chemistry with her instructors was intense, and it made the classes much more enjoyable... but she really had to remind herself it was just sex when it came right down to it. Sexual chemistry happens, and you can't always help who it's with. She laid back on her bed, idly toying with her nipples as she thought back to yesterday. She'd spent a lot of time last night, trying to figure out which one she preferred, but why bother when after next week, she'd never see them again? It just made sense to have as much amazing sex with the two of them as she could, enjoy the chemistry while she was here. After that, they'd be a wonderful memory, and she would just have to hope she could find a man at home to date who she had at least half the chemistry with.
Her fingers stilling on her breasts, she popped up out of bed, suddenly eager to start the day. She hadn't realized how much her infatuation with them had been bothering her until she'd had the time to think everything through. The new resolution to just enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences or trying to decide who she liked better—because it really didn't matter—felt freeing. She was also eager to start her weekend at the school. The weekend was down time. Of course, students could study or ask their teachers for special help, but there were plenty of other activities which had nothing to do with sex. Checking the schedule sitting next to her bedpost, Jessica decided she wanted to go for the morning hike and picnic lunch before coming back to spend some time in an art class. It had been awhile since she'd done any painting—probably not since high school—but she'd always found art to be relaxing. After the art class, she could check out the school wardrobe, which opened at five p.m., so she could find a dress to wear to the dance which had been announced for tonight. The theme was 1920s Speak Easy.
Going to her closet, she examined the few clothes she brought. Jessica put on her neon pink thong before covering it with her favorite pair of torn jean shorts. They hugged her ass and thighs, showing off plenty of leg but without letting her butt cheeks hang out of the bottom. Then she put on her regular white bra and pulled a purple tank top made out of ribbed material over her head. It felt weird to be wearing regular clothes again, her pussy feeling constricted in the underwear and shorts. She put on socks and laced up her sneakers since she was going to be hiking before heading out the door for breakfast.
The dining hall was very sparse that morning, only a few other students up and moving around. When Jessica went to join the hiking group, she found Mr. Winter and Mr. Flood leading the hike for her and three other students, a boy named Oscar and two girls, Lily and Bridgit. The tingle of pleasure she got when Mr. Flood greeted her with a smile, heightening her anticipation for the day. She hadn't meant to think about anything sexual today, but she had to admit, it was hard not to check him out in his unusual—for him—outfit of jeans and a form-fitting green cotton t-shirt. The well-used hiking boots on his feet didn't lessen his appeal; it was obvious from his eager anticipation, hiking was something he truly enjoyed. He and Mr. Winter were carrying backpacks holding the picnic lunch.
Somehow, everyone naturally fell into pairs as they started up the path into the woods; it was just wide enough to hike side-by-side. The morning sun was filtering through the leaves and the lush green of early summer foliage, interspersed with bright flashes of color where flowers had bloomed. It was beautiful. Of course, she found herself hiking next to Mr. Flood, who did plenty to improve the scenery. It was so weird to see him and Mr. Winter in normal clothes, although still wearing their masks, of course.
“So, what are you doing up so early this morning?” Mr. Flood asked her. “This isn't usually the most popular activity over the weekend.”
Jessica laughed. “My 'study buddy' was studying with someone else last night, and my roommate was also 'studying' in someone else's room. I guess everyone else was probably busy studying too and ended up sleeping in. I hate sleeping the day away. Plus, I love hiking. It's nice to stretch my legs.”
She blushed a little bit as she realized what double entendre could be made of her last sentence, but Mr. Flood just smiled and winked. Seeing him outside of the classroom made her realize he had another side to his personality other than being serious and dominating.
“I know what you mean. I'm big into the outdoors and always look forward to this part of the class session, even though we usually have very few students joining us. There have been a couple of times where it's just Winter and me out here hiking.”
“So, lack of participation doesn't stop you?” she laughed, enjoying the easy flow of conversation.
“Not at all. All the weekend activities are hobbies the instructors do in their own time, things we truly enjoy. As much as we all enjoy teaching the classes, in some ways, the weekends and sharing our passions with the students is just as, if not more, rewarding.”
“That's fantastic,” she said. “I had no idea that's how the activities for the weekend were chosen.”
“It's a pretty good system. So, you've done a lot of hiking?”
“I wouldn't say a lot, but I used to go camping every summer with my family when I was growing up and try to get out at least once a year on my own now, although I have to drive to get to any hiking trails.”
The conversation flowed easily between them as they talked about their love of the outdoors. Jessica found out Mr. Flood loved hiking, fishing, camping, and sailing. It seemed if it involved being outdoors, he was into it. She was fascinated by his description of his sailboat. She'd never been sailing before and listening to him talk about being on the water, the mechanics of using the wind to determine speed and direction was fascinating.
For a brief moment, she wished she could ask him to take her sailing but squashed that thought and reminded herself she was supposed to be enjoying their sexual chemistry, then moving on after this session of school. Despite the mask over his face, it was all too easy to imagine dating someone like him. During the walk, she was able to impress him with her knowledge of the local foliage and the few plants she recognized from camps she'd been to at her local nature center.
Eventually, they reached a clearing in the woods, a meadow of short grass and plentiful wildflowers. Nearby, a creek burbled over a rocky bed, the water cool, clear, and filled with minnows. Jessica and the other girls spent a few minutes wading in the creek, letting the minnows explore their feet as they stood still in the shallow water.
After a few minutes of wading, a large shadow approached. Jessica looked up to see Mr. Flood standing on the edge of the creek, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, watching her.
“Well, hello, little water sprite.”
Jessica giggled. “You should come in, it feels fantastic.”
“Maybe later. Do you like blackberries?”
“I love blackberries.”
“Want to go pick some with me? There's a patch nearby.” He cocked his head at her, watching her with his dark, intense gaze, a small hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Jessica nodded and waded toward him. Chivalrously, he offered her his hand as she stepped out of the creek bed and onto dry land.
“Do I need to put my sneakers back on?” She hated walking in wet shoes.
“No, there's a dirt path down to the patch, and the school keeps it pretty clear of any debris.”
Mr. Flood grabbed a basket for them to put the berries in and a blanket which he rolled into a pad to kneel on and tucked under his arm, then they were off, down the blackberry path. Despite the brambles, there were plenty of berries, and the two of them were quickly enjoying picking berries and popping a few of them into their mouths—and quite a few of them into each other's until their lips and tongues were stained with berry juices. Jessica was kneeling on the blanket pad to get the lower berries while Mr. Flood picked the ones higher up. He made a game of trying to drop them into her cleavage while she tried to stop him by catching the dropping berries in her mouth.
It was the most playful she’d ever seen him, and she found it endearing.
“You know what this reminds me of?” she asked him.
“What?”
“Did you ever read the kid's book, 'Blueberries for Sal'?”
He laughed. “That's the one where her pail keeps making noise while she picks the berries because she keeps eating them, right?”
“Yes.” Jessica darted to catch another berry in her mouth. “Missed,” she teased him.
“Maybe I just like seeing you on your knees with your mouth open,” he teased back.
Feeling playful and forgetting he was her instructor, Jessica leaned over and bit his buttock. He jumped and roared with laughter, stumbling and falling as she tried to grab at him. She giggled so hard at the dumbfounded expression on his face, she didn't see him coming. He was up and on top of her in an instant, cradling her body gently as he pushed her down to the ground. The low growl in his throat didn't intimidate her at all, just turned her on.
“Well, you are a very bad little girl,” he said, nipping at her collarbone as he settled himself between her legs. The soft grass beneath her tickled the backs of her thighs and neck.
“Mmmm, well, maybe you should punish me, Professor,” she replied, surprising another laugh out of him.
“Oh, so that's the way of it, is it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she grinned up at him. Heat flared in his eyes and made her shiver as the Dominant in him came surging to the fore. Kissing her hard and demanding, his mouth tasted like the sweet blackberries they'd been eating. Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back hard. It suddenly occurred to her, even though this man had taken her anal virginity, they'd never had regular sex. Shivering, she spread her legs further and wrapped them around him, pulling him into her body.
Mr. Flood pushed up on his hands.
“Let me go and put your arms above your head.”
Jessica moaned, knowing she wasn't being rejected, he was just taking control of the situation. His verbal commands turned her on as much as Mr. Fire's had. Reaching upward, she let her arms settle on either side of her head, wrists about half a foot apart above her.
Justin couldn't believe how incredible Jessica was. He'd already known how much he liked her but finding out how much they had in common was just adding fuel to his already stoked fire. Seeing her in hiking clothes this morning, up early and ready to go, had been the best surprise he'd ever had. Chris was going to go nuts when he found out he'd slept through an opportunity like this. His buddy wasn't against the outdoors, but he wasn’t a morning person and always took the opportunity to sleep in on the weekends. Too bad for him.
Straddling her eager body, Justin skimmed the tips of his fingers from her collarbone down to her waist, watching as she arched up for him, hands above her head, palms flat on the ground. Sliding his fingers under the hem of her shirt, he worked it up her body and over her head and arms, dropping it to the ground beside him. Seeing her in a covering bra was almost maddening after the easy access he'd had all week. Dropping down to kiss her, tasting the sweet berry of her mouth, his tongue explored between her lips as he slipped one hand underneath her and behind her back, pinching the bra's clasp and undoing it quickly and easily.
