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“But you’re my teacher,” Michelle said, caressing David’s cock against her cheek.

Once again, Michelle found herself in David’s office in the computer science department. Again with the door closed. Again on her knees, which is how David preferred to have his cock sucked. Michelle certainly didn’t mind. In the months since she’d gotten to know David—really know him, not just as a TA but as a person—she had become increasingly enchanted with him. Not just because he fucked her so thoroughly and passionately, though there was certainly that. But also because he was compassionate, smart, and seemed to fully grasp her submissiveness. She wanted, in moments like this, to be free of thought. Claimed, but not harmed or dismissed, and he somehow seemed to know how to do this instinctively. The strength of his cock, and how he commanded her to suck it, was proof of their understanding. She couldn’t get enough of him.

“I’m not your teacher anymore, haven’t been for a while,” David replied, caressing her hair as he gently ran his cock in and out of Michelle’s needy, cocksucking mouth. “I looked up the ethics code. I’m not currently your teacher. You’re not a major or minor in my department. And besides, you’re also just about to graduate.”

Michelle knew all this. But she thrilled at the double twist of her arrangement of her relationship with David. First, that there was something potentially illicit about sex with a teacher—and illicit got her pussy throbbing as much as sex with her father did. And then there was the sweet release that David gave her—he was somebody in charge of her, telling her that she could do what she most wanted, which was to please him. When David said “I’m not you’re teacher anymore,” it sounded like both you’re free and you’re mine. How could her pussy resist that? How could her whole body and mind resist it?

She kissed up and down the shaft of her…boyfriend. She could say that now. She had a man to take care of her. And she had a cock to worship.

“So we can go out together?” she asked, know the answer. “We don’t have to sneak around? And you really want me to be your girl?”

“Yes. No, we don’t. And yes, I really do, beautiful.”

Michelle’s whole body vibrated with a joy that seemed to radiate from her pussy outward. She could cum at this moment without even touching herself, she was sure. She sucked David’s cock wetly, deeply, with a new assurance, caressing his balls firmly and carefully.

“And you know the best part, Mich?” he said.

“Mrmph?” she groaned, questioningly, her mouth full of cock.

“After I cum in your mouth, we can go out for lunch together. I can be with you.”

Michelle sucked her new man with a deepening fervor, until she felt his cock shudder in that telltale way, letting her know that he was about to cum for her. She grabbed her former TA’s ass with one hand, as if to thrust him in deeper inside her mouth, encouraging his release. When he shot, she eagerly took in his cum—or tried to. There was so much of his sticky seed, and she was so overwhelmed with the new feelings she had that some of David’s magnificent load inevitably spilled on her, coating her chin and dripping onto the green T-shirt promoting her college. Major in applied sociology, minor in cum, she thought, dazedly.

Finally, she released his cock from her mouth and sat back on her haunches, looking at her new boyfriend. He admired her smiling eyes and cum-spattered top.

“Well, you sure drained my balls nicely,” he groaned. “Well done. Thank you.”

“Well done?”

“A-plus.”

Michelle slowly got up and hugged him. “Thank you,” she replied. “That made me feel so good.”

“I bet I can make you feel better,” he said, and slid a hand down Michelle’s athletic shorts. She’d taken to jogging lately, with her Uncle Tim’s encouragement, and she liked wearing the shorts if she knew she’d be playing with David on campus. She looked at his eyes widen as he felt how wet she was—she almost blushed at how soaked she could get with him. But she loved the wantonness of simply letting herself go—fuck I’m a cummy mess, she thought—and was quickly bucking against his fingers as they rubbed her clit. She pressed her full breasts against him, aching for friction against her taut and sensitive nipples.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” David whispered.

“Yes, daddy,” she said. It was a new thing, her calling him daddy, and Michelle was thrilled that he took to it so easily. Even if he wasn’t her real daddy, who also fucked her well and attentively, the word signified intimacy and care to her the way no other did.

“Cum for me,” he said again, rubbing her reckless, soaked pussy more intently.

She did, practically bouncing off the floor, holding her boyfriend tight, clutching him to her as a wave of orgasms washed over her. David caressed her hair softly and kissed her forehead gently as she came back to earth. The gesture reminded her of her father.

And that reminder was a cue to Michelle that she had to sort kaynarca escort some things out. She had a boyfriend now, and he didn’t know anything about her secret sexual life. He didn’t know that her father was her lover—the best sex she ever had, truly—and that she also had an intimate relationship with his girlfriend, Helena. He didn’t know that her mom’s brother, Uncle Tim, had been a partner as well, including one blissful, amazing night when he and her father both fucked her. It was hard enough keeping all that a secret from her mother, even though she wouldn’t be too outraged at the incest—after all, she was living with and regularly fucking Tim. But now there was a man she wanted in her life, somebody she was serious about. And that meant being honest and open. Because she was not going to give up her daddy. She panted against David’s chest and worried that her life had become more complicated than she’d intended.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mich,” David said.

“Just thinking about what a good man you are,” she said. He said nothing, just held her tighter.

**

“OK, so how’s that studly TA of yours doing?” Kelly teased over breakfast the next morning.

Kelly had been Michelle’s best friend in college practically from day one on campus, the woman she could trust with all her secrets, or almost all of them. Though they never openly discussed it, Kelly knew about Michelle’s incestuous relationship with her father. Little hints of things, winking comments Kelly made when Michelle mentioned him. Michelle and her dad could be a little touchy-feely with each other in public—lots of hugs, arms over the shoulder, kisses on the cheek, that sort of thing. Nothing that would seem out of place. But people who are close to you sometimes can pick up on nuances. And Kelly had told her that she’d had a fling with her own uncle. Michelle regretted sometimes not just talking about it with her. A secret is more delicious when you can share it with someone you trust, and Michelle sometimes felt that not talking about it put a bit of distance between them.

Kelly was leaving for Washington after graduation to work at a think tank. Michelle would miss having her around. College was almost over, and she was saying goodbye to some things, and inviting new things in.

“His name is David,” she said, flatly. “And we’re….kinda serious now, Kell. I mean, yeah, he’s still studly. But we’re serious.”

Kelly put down her coffee cup, eager for details. “So what are you going to do after graduation?”

“Well, I’m going to work with Helena’s company, but it’s a lot of travel to help put together focus groups, so I’m pretty much working remotely. I can stay here while David teaches.”

“I thought you’d be moving back with your dad for a while.” That wink in Kelly’s eyes again, giving her a kind of permission to share more.

“I thought about it, but we’ll already see a lot of each other. I can fly back to see him on weekends and stuff.”

“You gonna be in a big hurry to do that with a studly boyfriend?”

“He’ll tag along. I think they’ll like each other.”

Kelly smirked, then changed the subject to upcoming exams and end-of-college parties. Soon, she got up to go to class.

“You going out dressed like that?” Michelle said, in her best stern-parent voice. It was an inside joke between the two of them. They’d say it to whoever was leaving first, no matter if they were dressed immodestly or not. Today, Kelly was wearing tight denim shorts and a plain white tank top that made her neon-green bra plainly visible.

“Do I need to be sluttier, mom?” Kelly joked.

“No, sweetheart, you’re just slutty enough.”

“So are you, Mich.” She didn’t have a class till the afternoon, so she was just wearing a tank top and panties.

“Love you, Kell.”

“Love you, Mich.”

Kelly left.

Michelle spent the next hour on her laptop, working on a project that scanned focus-group recordings for intonation as well as content, something she was hoping to perfect for Helena’s company when she began working on them full-time. Her phone buzzed with a text from Uncle Tim.

Hey Mich, where are you?

My apartment. What’s up?

Look out your window.

Michelle’s apartment was on the second floor. She moved to the big bay window facing the street and moved the curtain aside. Tim was leaning against the side of a car, in his usual stylish-but casual outfit—trim white button-down and blue slacks—smiling and waving up at her. She smiled and waved back excitedly.

Buzzing you up

Michelle was so happy to see Tim that she’d forgotten for a moment that she wasn’t dressed for visitors. She thought for a moment about tugging on a pair of shorts and a jog bra, but it also hardly seemed worth the bother with Tim, who knew her intimately. He’d come to town on a couple of occasions since that first time they’d had sex together with her father, and they’d fucked both times. She had nothing to hide from him, though usually he gave more advance orhanlı escort notice. Maybe something was urgent.

“Hey, beautiful,” Tim said, as soon as she let him in. They drew each other into a tight hug, and his hands were almost immediately roaming all over her ass, fingers working under her panties. “You don’t stand much on ceremony, do you?” he said. His thickening cock pressed against her thigh.

“Neither do you, apparently.” She reached back to pat a hand that was brazenly caressing her ass. “What brings you by, Uncle Tim?”

“Welllllll,” he said, turning her around and cupping her tits as he kissed her neck softly. Michelle took hold of the edge of the dining room table and pressed back against him. “I just happened to be in town today. My flight back is tonight. And I thought we could catch up a little.”

“And by catching up, you mean fucking your niece.” Michelle’s breathing was heavier.

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” His cock was harder in his pants, and Michelle was helpless to grind her ass against it. The men she loved most had this kind of power over her, where they’d tell her what to do, and she’d do it.

“It’s not, Uncle Tim,” she whispered. “You know I like it.”

“Take me to your bedroom,” he said, and gave her ass a light smack.

Once inside her room, Tim guided her to her bed and tugged down her panties. He kissed up her thighs and was soon lapping at her soaked pussy lips, separating them, licking and sucking her clit. Michelle groaned and clutched at her uncle’s hair.

“Are you still on the pill, beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Uncle Tim, please put your big cock in my pussy.”

“Do you want me to put a thick load of cum inside you?”

Michelle had pulled up her tank top and was clutching needily at one breast, pulling a hardened nipple. “Yes, Uncle Tim. Please fuck and fill my pussy. I need all the cum you’ve been saving for your naughty fucking niece.”

Soon enough, he was doing exactly that, his thick veiny cock entering her with the authority she craved. How lucky she was to have a man like this take care of her, to not have to think. To be a plaything and a toy for a man who knew how to treat her right.

Michelle and Tim were so enraptured in each other that neither of them heard Kelly reenter the apartment. Kelly had heard the telltale groans of eager fucking coming from Michelle’s bedroom—heaven knew that Kelly had put her own bed to good use. But instead of making herself scarce, she tiptoed to her bedroom. A thin wall separated their rooms, and with a little close attention she could hear everything they were saying.

“God, Mich, your pussy is almost as tight as your ass.”

“Thank you, Uncle Tim. I know I said my ass was only for daddy, but I couldn’t resist you.”

“I knew I wanted it ever since that night I filled your pussy while your father assfucked you. I loved watching that. Is that bad?”

“Mmmmmmm…no.” Michelle body was shuddering. “I loved watching you fuck your sister. Is that bad?”

Kelly could hear the bedsprings bounce more insistently, as if Michelle’s words had triggered him to fuck her harder. Kelly could feel herself get turned on. She gently caressed her body with one hand as she continued to listen. Kelly knew about Michelle and her dad, but evidently Michelle was also fucking her uncle, just feet away from her. And if she understood right, Michelle’s mom was committing incest with her brother, too! She wondered how far all this went.

“It’s not, beautiful.” His cock kept thrusting inside her, and she wrapped her legs tighter around his strong hips. “And I have to tell you something.”

“What, Uncle Tim?” she asked, her large tits jiggling rhythmically as he fucked her. She remembered his joke about her mom getting two black eyes if she’d decided to run cross country. When Michelle took up jogging she texted Tim a picture in a very tight and supportive jog bra. He sent back a cum tribute—a photo of the photo with his cum spattered on it. She loved it.

“Your mother knows.”

“Knows…?”

“Knows that you saw me and her….” He thrusted harder inside her. “And she knows about you and your father.”

Her pussy felt too good for her to stop and be shocked. On the other side of the wall, Kelly had begun working a finger deep into her pussy. She thought about her own brief fling with an uncle of hers, how much she got off on the secrecy and illicitness of it, and how much she loved giving herself to a mature man. Normally she loved to mew and squeal when she fingered herself, but she kept herself silent and still so as not to be noticed. And the better to overhear.

“Oh my god, Uncle Tim, you told her?”

“Yes, I told her that her gorgeous amazing daughter has been fucking her daddy.”

“Fucking her daddy a lot.”

“That’s right, beautiful. And fucking her horny uncle too.”

“Ohhhh, Uncle Tim, please cum in pussy. Please.”

In the next tepeören escort room, Kelly had thrust down her shorts and panties and was fingerfucking herself in earnest. Soon she heard a passionate groan from across the wall, Tim grunting bearlike as he let his orgasm take over and shoot what she was sure was a thick and sticky load in her roommate’s hot incestuous cunt. Damn you, Mich, I love you, but you’re such a lucky fucking bitch. In the midst of it she could hear Michelle’s own orgasm, rolling on for nearly a minute and she came over and over. And then Kelly came herself, effortfully stifling herself from crying out. Restraining herself made the orgasm all that more exciting.

Kelly licked her sticky, cunty fingers and listened to her roommate and her uncle in the next room.

“Was that good, princess?”

“It was amazing, Uncle Tim. You’re always so good to me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stick around longer.”

“I won’t shower today. You’ll be sticking around with me plenty all day.”

They both giggled. Kelly imagined that their silence meant they were kissing each other, touching each other like true lovers.

“Can you hold me for just a little bit, Uncle Tim? Take one of our little catnaps?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

She heard them, barely audible through the wall: “I love you, Mich.” And her response. “I love you, Uncle Tim.” In that moment, Kelly was struck by a pang of jealousy—all the transgressiveness aside, her roommate had some truly loving and strong men in her life. And Kelly had…what? College boyfriends, nice, but not enough for real intimacy. Fuckbuddies, who were fun to play around with, but nothing substantive. What was her roommate doing that made three grown-up, attractive, mature men want not just to be around her but to fuck her with such enthusiasm?

First things first: She needed to get out of the apartment undetected. She dressed quickly and quietly, dancing around the creaky floorboards of the aging apartment. As she stepped slowly out of her bedroom, she could see that the door to Michelle’s was open. She couldn’t resist peeking. She saw Michelle and her uncle in each other’s arms, dozing, their chests rising and falling, as close as any couple could be. Whether they were fucking or sleeping, they were so intimate that the presence of a girl like Kelly wouldn’t register at all.

**

A week later, just before finals, Kelly, David, and Michelle were all at a campus party together. It was a cross-departmental function, filled with undergrads and grad students alike, and though it was boozy—it was open-bar—it had none of the raucousness of the frat parties Kelly and Michelle used to find themselves at. It was invite-only for one thing, drawing only the most accomplished students, and the presence of graybeard profs in the crowd gave the oak-paneled hall a civil atmosphere. There’d be no shared bongs or hasty fucking in the corners here tonight.

The threesome had secured a cocktail table for themselves and were casually talking about next week’s exams. David had his arm around Michelle’s shoulders—proof that they had no secrets to keep—and occasionally kissed her on the forehead. Kelly had invited a date to come along, but he’d bailed at the last minute, and Michelle didn’t press for the reasons why. Kelly had been cool or clipped all week around the apartment, and Michelle chalked it up to pre-finals anxiety. But Kelly had downed two rum and cokes in short order after arriving at the party, and was now working her way through a beer. Something was bothering her.

Kelly was a computer science minor, and David asked her about some of the professors in the department. When he mentioned that he found one Dr. Thomas a very personable and friendly professor, Kelly replied, her lips tight, “Yeah, but how friendly can you be with a professor? It’s like kissing your sister.”

Michelle wasn’t going to be swayed by Kelly’s sour mood. “Not if he’s no longer your teacher,” she said, and gave David a kiss on the lips. They smiled at each other.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” she said, a little sarcastically. “I guess I have to cry uncle at that one.” Then, making her voice kittenish, she pretend-cried as if she were in the throes of passion, “Uncle….uncle…uncle!”

“You sure you’re OK there, Kelly?” David asked.

Michelle sensed what Kelly was on about, now. She knew a little about Michelle’s relationships, and now she knew a little more, and for some reason had decided to rub her face in it. Make it into a bad thing, instead of something she once encouraged. “She’s fine,” Michelle said. Her voice was hard and her eyes had narrowed.

Kelly took a long swig from her beer and looked at Michelle. “You know, I like how you said that just now, Mich. ‘She’s fine.’ Like a dad. So in charge. Are you my daddy now, Michelle?”

“What the fuck, Kell?” Michelle said.

“Whatever, you two go enjoy your amazing life together,” Kelly said, petulant, and walked away.

Michelle and David were quiet for a moment. Kelly wasn’t being subtle—she’d put the pieces together. Michelle would have to deal with the sarcastic little bitch later. For now, she needed to have a conversation with her boyfriend about the secrets she’d been keeping.

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