Grads Gone Wild - An Erotic Tale...

Grads Gone Wild - An Erotic Tale...

You'd think graduate students would be better behaved, right? I mean, we're adults, we've done the whole partying thing in college. We're here to get our degrees, basically, and that's about it. At least, that's the theory. And for the most part, my experience doing graduate work was like that, until one particular incident that veered so far off the path of "appropriate" it probably would have gotten all three of us kicked out if we'd been caught.

We were taking Human Sexuality that semester, almost our last—one more semester and we'd all have a Masters in Psychology. There were three of us who missed two of the "audio-visual" days in the class. I happened to have jury duty. I don't know what Romeo and Mya's excuses were, but I had a feeling they were probably together doing something they shouldn't have been. They were both in a relationship--with other people—but we all knew what was going on between them.

Our professor, Dr. Bradley, was very soft-spoken and sweet. I think we all found it a little uncomfortable to be talking about vaginas and penises and erectile dysfunction with a woman who could barely speak above a whisper. I remember her always fighting with her long, frizzy brown hair, pushing it behind her ears, pulling it back into ponytails that hung halfway down her back. She fidgeted, too. Her disposition always seemed to make me nervous, even if the topic of the day didn't.

I think that was the reason she insisted on the videos. She was in love with the videos as a teaching tool, or really, teaching replacement. I think she allowed the videos to say all the things she couldn't bring herself to. Romeo and Mya had passed notes through the erectile dysfunction video two weeks before, and I'd worked on the paper I had due for Marriage and Family Relations.

Not that parts of the video weren't interesting. The last one had been intriguing. But it was shocking to sit in a classroom with fifty other people and watch couples practice techniques to prolong erection on the flat screen up front. They were real couples—real men, with real dicks. HARD ones. And their partners were real women, learning how to squeeze the base of the dick just before cumming. Which meant watching these men get jacked off a lot and getting this close to cumming. Over and over again.

I admit, I was soaking wet after that one. I knew it was supposed to be clinical and a learning experience, but damn... The body responds, sometimes, involuntarily. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a lot during that class. Did a lot of wiggling in my seat. Wondered if anyone else was having the same reaction I was. I mean, how could they not? I know Romeo and Mya left together pretty quickly after class, and I saw his hand slip low on her behind, squeezing, as they went out the door.

The first video the three of us had missed was about masturbation. "Normalizing Masturbation" was the title, she told us as she slipped the tape into the VCR. Mya and Romeo exchanged a look. I tried not to watch them and focused on the screen, thinking about the paper I had due in Ethics and Values and wondering if I was going to have time to work on it if the professor left the room.

I didn't have to wonder long—she told us we could go after the tape was finished, that she'd be in her office in the next building if we needed her. I actually considered leaving. I think Mya and Romeo did too. We exchanged raised eyebrows when she left, contemplating, and I probably would have gone. I think they would have, too.

But then the tape started.

And it started with a naked woman, lying on her back, hooked up to electrodes as if she were a science experiment...like some Weird Science kinda shit! It was clearly a late seventies or early eighties video—she had short, dark feathered hair, and I don't think she'd ever even thought about any sort of depilatory process between her thighs, as was the current fashion. How sad! I was shaved completely smooth down there except for a small curly landing strip. I wondered briefly if Mya was shaved, something that had never occurred to me before. She was stunning, impeccably dressed, always in short skirts showing off her long, smooth, toned legs.

But that we were watching a naked woman on a table hooked up to all sorts of machines wasn't the shocking part. That came next, when the narrator told us she was going to masturbate, and they would be measuring her physical response—hence all the wires. Mya leaned over to Romeo and whispered something to him, her long dark hair hiding her face as she did. He gave a low laugh, his eyes skipping from the screen over to me.

It was a secret gaze, something I could tell he didn't want Mya to see, and that, coupled with the fact that the woman on the screen was now spreading her pussy wide open for all of us to see, made my pulse increase. It was a good thing I wasn't hooked up to any wires, I thought. Romeo and Mya were talking, their voices too low for me to hear, his shaved head bent toward hers. I found intentionally bald men incredibly sexy. They really made a handsome couple.

I took out the notes I'd made already for my paper, trying to concentrate, but on the screen the woman was using two fingers to rub her clit. The narrator was explaining that the clitoris was the female equivalent of the male penis, hidden behind a "hood" of flesh similar to the male's foreskin. The clitoris was extremely sensitive and felt good when touched, the narrator went on.

Well, duh! I crossed my legs, squeezing them together, feeling my own clit throbbing. The woman on screen was breathing faster. Shit, so was I! The words on the paper in front of me blurred as I listened to her masturbate, her fingers moving faster and faster between her legs. I glanced at the screen—my face was almost as flushed as hers. High color dotted her cheeks, and her lip-glossed mouth opened with a soft sigh, a low moan. Jesus, this was like watching porn—except in a classroom, where I wasn't supposed to be turned on by it!

Just a few desks away, Romeo and Mya were responding, too. Mya slid down in her seat, her skirt riding up, and although her back was to me, I saw Romeo leaning in toward her, and I wondered where his hand was. The thought made my heart race and I tried not to look like I was watching, but I was—I was watching hard. Then Mya's bare foot—she'd kicked off her heels—found its way to Romeo's crotch, rubbing there. His hips pressed forward to give her better access and I stared at the bulge there.

When Mya's head went back against the desk seat, I couldn't help but see the similarities between her flushed face and the woman on the screen. They were both breathing hard, breasts rising and falling, mouths open in soft "o's" as they got closer to climax. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—either on screen or off. Romeo and Mya were paying no attention to me. I glanced at the door, wondering if someone might come in, my pussy aching between my legs. God, I wanted him to touch me like that. I could tell he was touching her—I couldn't see his hand up under her skirt, but I saw the muscles high on his arm moving, flexing with the motion.

"Almost," I heard Mya whisper and my clit throbbed. I couldn't stop staring. The woman on the screen was nothing compared to the show going on right in front of me. The sight was irresistible, and so was the blissful agony between my legs. I had to touch myself. I had to. I wasn't wearing a skirt—I rarely wore them at all—but I pressed the seam of my jeans against my clit, moving it back and forth as Mya pushed her hips forward, then back. She was fucking his hand under her skirt, and I wanted to see. God, I wanted to see!

I lifted my eyes to the screen for a moment. The woman there was just as close as Mya, her thighs shaking, her nipples hard. The narrator told us the obvious—the woman was about to have an orgasm. When I turned my gaze back to the room, my eyes met Romeo's and I froze. He was watching me, his arm and hand still working under Mya's skirt. His gaze dropped deliberately between my legs, where my hand pressed against that ache.

"Take them off," he mouthed. Mya's eyes were closed. She couldn't see me, wasn't aware of anything but her own pleasure. I flushed, shaking my head, moving my hand away. There was no way I could do anything so...

"Do it." His eyes were dark, demanding, again the words just mouthed, no sound. But his insistence was clear enough. His other hand moved between his legs, unzipping his own jeans. I gaped, wide-eyed, as his dick appeared above his zipper, standing straight up and hard. I had to swallow the sudden burst of spit in my mouth. He made my mouth wet.

"You." He mouthed it again, pointing in my direction, and I found myself standing in a daze, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my hips. I had to toe off my shoes to get them off and Romeo nodded encouragement as Mya moaned softly, shuddering in her seat. I stood there in my blouse and panties—just plain white cotton—feeling shy and afraid of getting caught, but unable to help myself.

Then he crooked a finger at me, and I went. On the screen, there was yet another woman hooked up to more wires. The last one had came already. The narrator explained that this time, they would show a woman who could have multiple orgasms. Shit, I would kill for just one. I thought, as I approached my classmates. Mya's eyes were open now, and she looked around, seeing me standing beside the desk in my panties, arms crossed as if I were cold, or ashamed. Maybe a little of both.

"Tracy!" she gasped my name, eyes widening, taking in my state of undress. I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out.

"She looked lonely over there," Romeo explained with a grin.

Mya sat up in her seat, and my body responded when Romeo took a glistening hand out from under her skirt and licked his fingers. She looked me up and down and then smiled.

"I bet you've got a pretty pussy..." She tugged on the elastic of my panties, pulling me toward her and peeking in all at once. "I always wondered...just how pretty it is...It's nice...and shaved. Oh... Romeo... look."

"I'm looking." His hand stayed wrapped around his dick. "Pull them off."

Mya did as she was told, and I let her, gasping when her fingers parted my already swollen pussy lips, probing inside. She pressed me back against the desk behind her, making me sit. I glanced over my shoulder at the door, still afraid someone might come in, but that thought quickly left my head when she used her hands to spread my thighs, leaning in and kissing my clit.

"Oh my God," I whispered, leaning back on the desk, using my hands to prop myself up. Romeo was standing now, coming toward us. He undid my blouse, my bra, groaning at the sight of my hard ass nipples, gasping when he sucked them into his mouth. His hand moved slowly up and down the length of his thick dick, and I wanted to touch it, but didn't know if I should. I was in the middle of this, Mya's tongue making heavenly circles around my clit, matching Romeo's motion over my nipple, and I was still holding back, unsure.

I didn't get a chance, though. He moved behind Mya, lifting her skirt. She was standing, leaning over to lick me, and she arched her back when he entered her, moaning against my pussy, making me squirm. Her face was wet with my juices, her tongue working fast, lightning fast against my clit.

"Oh Mya, I'm..." I was going to tell her. The sight of Romeo fucking her from behind, his hungry eyes on me, the velvet feel of her tongue, and the sound of the woman moaning as she masturbated on the flat screen in the front of the classroom were all too much. I was cumming—but I couldn't speak. My breath was gone, my voice, and I made no sound at all as I lifted my hips to her eager mouth, my whole body quivering with my climax.

"Fuck, that shit is sexy," Romeo murmured, pumping his dick into Mya even faster.

The narrator's voice said, "There are some women who can have more than one orgasm during the same session. Watch as our subject continues to touch herself after the first climax experience. Her arousal state is still heightened..."

I whimpered when Mya's mouth moved to kiss my thigh. "More?" Even to my own ears, my words sounded like a plea.

"Sounds like someone else can have multiple orgasms," Romeo said with a grin.

I nodded, eager, my fingers moving to my clit, rubbing.

"Ahhh damn... Mya, I want to fuck her, too."

"So do it!" Mya stood, moving out of the way, her eyes bright. "Fuck that sweet little shaved pussy."

I looked between them as he moved forward, his dick slick with Mya's juices. I grabbed it before he reached his goal, sliding my hand up and down the length, feeling it pulse. God, I loved the feel of a dick in my hand! Romeo bit his lip as I guided him, wiggling into position, and he grabbed my hips before plunging in deep inside my pussy.

"Oh yeahhhh!" He stayed there a moment, savoring, and so was I, loving how much he filled my aching hole. Mya's hand moved over my breasts, my stomach, as Romeo began to move inside me. Her other hand was under her skirt, and I realized I still hadn't seen her, and had a sudden longing to taste her. I hadn't been with a woman since college—undergrad, anyway—but I was so turned on I could barely stand it.

"Come here," I murmured, reaching for Mya and laying back completely on the desk. There was just enough room for my torso, my head hanging off the back, Romeo working his dick between my thighs at the other end. Mya lifted her skirt for me—no panties, and her pussy was shaved, too, leaving a dark triangle above—and I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and fastening onto her with a desperate hunger.

"Lift your skirt higher," Romeo ordered, pumping his dick faster into my pussy. "Oh fuck, that's gorgeous! Lick her, Tracy. This pussy feels so good. Fuck, you're so tight and wet, I can't..."

Mya was up on her tiptoes, working her hips in circles, pressing her pussy against my mouth, and my whole face was soon covered with her wetness. Her clit was hard under my tongue and I focused there, my hand sneaking down to rub my own clit as Romeo pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips hard.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Mya moaned, and I felt hands on my breasts—they were soft and small, hers—pinching my nipples, making me suck her clit harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

I made a low noise in my throat, wrapping my arms around her hips, diving in deep and moaning when I felt Romeo's fingers take over on my clit where mine had left off. Mya's whole body tensed as she came, little shivers moving through her again and again, her rich juices now pooling at the hollow of my throat.

"Ahhhhh shit!" Romeo was going to cum, and I was almost there. Mya, still gasping, moved toward him, her hands on my thighs, pulling my legs back. I moved up to my elbows, still swallowing the taste of Mya's pussy, and the sight of Romeo's dick sliding into my smooth, wet slit sent a quick rush of pleasure through me.

Then I couldn't see anything, because Mya's mouth was on my clit, her tongue lashing over and over. I groaned at the loss when Romeo slid out of me, but a moment later she stepped back as he flooded my clit with his cum, hot pulsing waves of it spurting against my flesh, and the sensation took me over the edge. I arched and shuddered on the desk as Mya resumed working between my legs, licking up the flooding river of Romeo's cum from my throbbing clit as fast as he could shoot it.

On the screen, the narrator continued, "Masturbation is a natural part of human sexuality, and nothing to be ashamed of..."

Maybe so, but I flushed with embarrassment now in the aftermath. I wiped myself clean with a Kleenex Mya gave me and shook my head in disbelief. Did that shit REALLY just happen? I found my panties under the desk and pulled my jeans on as quickly as I could, while Romeo and Mya straightened themselves up. I kept glancing at the door, but it never opened.

When I was fully dressed again, I shouldered my backpack, still tasting Mya in my mouth, and turned to face them.

"Wanna go out to lunch?" Mya suggested, holding her hand out to me.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the credits on the screen. "I guess...the video's over."

"Yeah, I DEFINITELY worked up an appetite!" Romeo grinned as we fell into a formation as we walked, me between the two of them. "Too bad someone wasn't taping us!"

"Thank god they weren't!" I gasped.

"Oh come on, Tracy! You know you liked it..." Mya laughed at my shocked expression. "I can't wait to see what we do NEXT WEEK...according to the syllabus, the other video we missed is called 'The Joys Of Oral Sex'..."

"Next week?" I looked at them both with confusion.

"Yeah, next week!" Romeo said, chuckling as he put his arm around my shoulder. "I know you didn't think we were done with you and that sweet little pussy of yours...did you? This party's JUST gettin' started!"