Page 3 of Slurp

Professor Jacobson smiles in a way that makes me feel like the sexiest thing alive. When I look over at Professor Durban, his hooded gaze and the way he keeps licking his lips ensures that I’m about to be eaten as lovingly as a watermelon on a hot July afternoon.

On second thought, maybe I have died and gone to heaven?

Chapter three

Heavy breathing. Tiny movements. Shuffling fabrics.

The cacophony of subtle sounds is so erotic that my nipples pebble into tight little nubs, screaming for pleasure. The low lighting from the single window with closed shades, only adds to the effect. I almost expect to hear the muted lazy movements of students in the halls. However, the combination of no classes on a Saturday, far too many hungover students from last night’s debaucheries, and the location of Professor Durban’s office at the end of a normally less-traveled hallway, has no sounds at all reaching us from outside.

The man whose office we are about to—hopefully—destroy in all the best ways, has moved his chair into a prime viewing location and has made himself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can be with the obvious strain his cock seems to be experiencing inside the confines of his trousers. His eyes, however, are taking in every single inch of my body and every reaction to Professor Jacobson’s deft fingers.

As soon as she freed me of my sweatshirt, she took advantage of the opportunity to explore my flesh. She presses her palms flat against my thighs, before running them up my jean-covered hips. Her hands touch the skin of my abdomen and she licks her lips while continuing to move them up my body. She turns them outward and brushes her thumbs against the bottom hem of my bra.

It’s at this point, my composure snaps like a bowstring pulled too tightly.

Like some weird ravenous teenager encountering their first pair of tits, I reach out and yoink down the top of Professor Jacobson’s top, causing them to spring free, and lean forward. Wasting no time, I bury my face in her fun bags. Their heat envelopes my face as each globe hugs my cheeks, and I blow out while shaking my head vigorously. I have no doubt that I look like a puppy trying to murder her new favorite toy, but the vibrations and sounds envelop me in the best way possible. My pussy pulses in my soaked panties and I moan against her glorious rack.

Professor Jacobson’s tits might be my new favorite thing ever.

“Do you like my dirty pillows, little kitten?”

“Fuck yes.” My voice is muffled in her cleavage but I make no move to back out. Content to die nestled between her twins.

I feel her shuffle a little, but she doesn’t attempt to dislodge me yet, so I stay in my hidey cave of tatas. After a bit more movement, I feel fabrics move away from us. Glancing down a little shows that she has completely removed her top and bra.

Huh. That’s a little weird. I would have thought she needed some more space to do that. I make a mental note to demand she teach me her sexy undressing techniques, but her husky voice pulls my attention away from verbalizing just that.

“Perhaps my little kitten needs a snack? Come to Mommy.” She cups my chin and pulls my face out into the open, only tocradle my head in the crook of her arm and bring my mouth to her breast. Eager and inexcusably horny, I open my mouth and let the tiny mountain inside. As it brushes against my tongue, a sweet flavor explodes on my taste buds. In reaction, my mouth puckers and sucks hard.

“Ah, yes! Take my milk little kitten. Suck my titty like a naughty little miky girl!”

Milk? I swallow hard and the liquid flows down my throat. It’s so... fucking... good. I want more. Professor Jacobson moans as I continue to suckle and nibble on her full breast. Reaching up, I cup her other breast and a glorious idea comes to mind.

Reaching down I pluck open the button on my shorts and attempt a little wiggle.

“Does my kitten need some help?” Refusing to unlatch from my new favorite drink, I move my gaze up to hers and give a small nod. She reaches down and gently pushes my shorts. The fabric works its way down my legs and I suckle harder.

Once I feel the shorts fall off, I reach up and give her free nipple a pinch. As I had hoped, milk leaks from the bud and trickles down my hand. I give another squeeze and Professor Jacobson moans loudly. I remove my milk-covered hand and shove it into my thin cotton panties. Rubbing the milk all over the landing strip of my little snatch. Combining my juices with her milk and making a moist love syrup.

Reaching up, I squeeze and fill my hand with more of my Mommy Domme’s milk, bringing it back to my lady lips and painting my channel. After a few seconds, I detach my lips from her breast, and immediately pull the other to my mouth, letting my tiny milky-covered fingers invade my pussy hole. I moan and suck and start finger fucking my channel like my life depends on it.

“Mm... Mommy’s naughty little kitten. Fucking the little pussy with my milk. You better let me take care of that.” She pulls backa little and my mouth makes a loud popping noise as the suction in my lips break from her titty. I give a little pout that only makes her chuckle as she reaches behind me to unlatch my bra.

The possessed thing flings off of me as if it were spring-loaded and lands on Professor Durban’s lap. He chuckles before scooping up the fabric and bringing it to his nose. I watch in fascination as he inhales deeply and growls.

The sexy distraction is short-lived when my new Mommy Domme clamps her mouth over my newly-exposed breast. The tiny thing nearly fits into her mouth completely, but her attention is on my hard little bud. When her teeth clamp down my back arches, propelling me off the couch a bit and closer to her.

Just when I think I can’t handle it anymore, she releases my nipple and her mouth crashes into mine with gusto. Our tongues tangle and she swallows my moans greedily. At some point, she must have shed her skirt because she positions her body against mine and the only thing between our pussies is the light fabrics of our panties. Her dampness seeps into my cotton bikini underwear and the milk-infused juices of my own kitty begin to moisten her lacey g-string.

I bite her lip and she laughs before wrapping her arms around me and squeezes tight. The hug causes enough pressure against her already refilling jugs and I hear the soft squirting sound as her milk covers us.

Never in my life did I think I would be so turned on by milk.

But I have a feeling there are a lot of things I don’t know yet about my own sexuality.

I just hope my professors are prepared to teach me many more new things today.

Chapter four

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