Gavin's turn at oral pleasure

"Gavin...?" she murmured, but he was already ahead of the class. In a flash, she found herself through a door and splayed on a bed. Gavin then arced over her, possessing a certain power she had never seen within him before. He looked visually stronger, with muscled arms and chiseled features. A trick of the light, or maybe a fantasy imposed on him from her brain... either way, as he exposed her creamy breasts from their confines with surprising effortlessness, she hummed at his touch.

"Gavin!" he heard her shriek her name as he descended on a nipple. He felt intense starvation, with nothing but a drawn-out growl echoing from his lower brain. It was animalistic and fierce, with a long-suppressed evolutionary drive roaring into life. His executive function had been slapped into silence at the rush, paralyzing him as they tumbled into the couch together. His hardness affected her in some insane way, for soon, she had been sucking it with abandon. Following a meek protest, that executive function just stayed quiet, and Gavin had even amazed himself by carrying Victoria to his room and throwing her to the bed.

Nothing much of coherence continued after that, and Gavin didn't really care. A primitive need was being sated after a very long time of avoidance -- no, no, denial. That was the correct word, self-imposed denial of female flesh. It was so simple, he thought, and he had the gall to call himself smart.

A memory unfolded before his mental movie screen, and he observed a nearly-forgotten time with a girl in his advanced calculus class. Her name was Sandra, and he remembered her lengthy auburn hair and gorgeous emerald eyes. She kept to herself and usually clothed herself in sizes one too big for her slender frame, but she managed to warm up to Gavin when it came to calculus. One time, she had invited him over to house to study, and he dutifully arrived, and they dutifully studied together, but Gavin could very clearly remember her fitted blouse and hip-hugging jeans, and for the first time to him, Sandra shone. Her waist was tight, and her breasts were happy handfuls to be sure, and at the time Gavin wondered if his pants fit properly. She hadn't intended on dressing to impress, as Gavin was sure she had no real fashion sense at all, but, like a drunken rifle wielder, pure chance means that that bullseye will be struck if they fire often enough.

He had felt guilty for eying her like that, but now he struggled to reason why. She was gorgeous, why not admire her? On the same token, Victoria here obviously needed some sexual relief, and so he was offering and received no complaints. She encouraged him even, holding his head to her chest and arching her back. Clearly, he was doing something right, so it was natural for him to continue.

He left her breasts, and she whimpered in disappointment, but as he unbuttoned her jeans, she uttered coos of delight. Gavin salivated at the green lace of her darkened panties, and pulled the drenched article away. He descended, and Victoria practically came then and there.

Another memory flashed in Gavin's mind, this one more closer to home in a sense. Chloe's sweet pussy had been delectable, sweet and creamy like milk. He applauded himself on his boldness that night, and hoped to consummate something further with his nymph of fire later. Unless, of course, she was taking care of her need with another at the moment, for which he couldn't blame her. He was doing the same with the sweet blonde here. His nymph of water, he gathered, since she tasted lighter and cooler than Chloe, but just as exquisite.

Victoria's legs pinned Gavin's head and a hoarse groan erupted from those long, distant epochs. A warm splash coated Gavin's tongue, and he licked her clean.

"My nymph of water," he intoned, rising over her. She listlessly met his gaze, and almost recoiled from its intensity. She also nearly recoiled from what appeared to be his permanent hardon, but new ache from within her kept her in place. Her pussy yawned as Gavin, by some miracle, found the entrance on the first attempt. "Will you...? Is it okay...?"

Her mind wondered if she could argue, but by virtue of wondering she argued that she still could. The sole thought that protected their collective virginity however was, did she want to argue?