Push your luck

Amy looks a little scared. "Ladies, please," you say reassuringly. "There's no need to get upset. If Amy's not interested, there's always next semester." Let's see how far this will go.

Betsy is gripping Amy by both shoulders, glaring angrily at her. You swear her eyes are practically glowing red. Amy has gone completely pale.

"I-i-i-...uh..sure?" Amy manages to stammer out, eyes never leaving Betsy's face.

"Yay!" Betsy gives a cute cheer. She releases Amy and immediately clings to your arm, pulling you away. Amy catches herself on the table and follows after a moment. Color is slowly returning to her cheeks.

Betsy is chattering away at you. "Let's go to our dorm room. It'd be nice and private and you can stay as long as you'd like. Does that work for you, Professor?" She doesn't really give you a chance to respond before yammering about something else. While she's talking, you slip your hand around her shoulder and into her top, playing with her nipple. Betsy doesn't even pause or break stride, she's so excited. Amy just kind of plods along behind you.

By the time you get to the dorms, Betsy is still nattering on, but is now moaning from you teasing her nipple. She is also openly fondling you over your pants. You've built quite the tent that you are eager to open up.

Once you get inside, Betsy wastes no time stripping down naked. She also gives Amy a hand, who doesn't necessarily want or need it, but is too subdued to resist. One arm wrapped around Amy, Betsy forces them to both kneel between your legs. "How should we start?" Her face is beaming and she's bouncing again, setting both pairs of tits to jiggling pleasantly.

You drop your pants and kick them off to the side somewhere. "The key to a good double BJ," you start, "is good team work. You should think about helping each other work towards a common goal."

Immediately, Betsy starts frantically licking you shaft, starting from the base and working her way to the tip. Her tongue is moving a mile a minute, just like when she was jabbering earlier. It seems to have a life of it's own and is determined to coat every inch of you in her saliva.

Amy just stares. She seems to be unable to process what's going on. Without looking, Betsy's hand shoots out and grabs a fist full of Amy's hair. She yanks it backwards, pulling Amy's head back with it while at the same time, pulling her towards your balls so you can tea bag her.

You waste no time, bending your knees slightly to dip your sack into the waiting mouth. Amy is finally getting with the program. You feel her firm, yet gentle sucking as her tongue probes your balls.

You lean back and let out a moan, placing your hand on Betsy's head. She then moves to start deep throating you, or trying at least. Keeping a grip on Amy still, her free hand moves to your backside as she pulls you further into her. She chokes and gags and finally comes up off your organ, coughing.

"Oh, Professor, you're even bigger than I thought. I've been practicing, too!" She seems genuinely disappointed that she can't take all of you right now.

"That's ok. Remember, right now is about teamwork," you remind her. Placing one hand on each woman, you guide them to either side of your shaft and push their faces together. You thrust your hips back and forth, sliding across their four, plush, wet lips. The sensation is bringing you closer to climax. Your breathing is getting faster and your groan deeply.

Betsy tears her lips away and roughly grabs your cock. "Come on her face, Professor. I want to see her covered in your cum. I need it! Do it for me!" She orders you, the desperation clear in her voice.

You signal your compliance by grabbing Amy's hair and pulling it back so she is facing up at your cock. Betsy's mouth latches onto your balls while her hand starts pumping away. It's doesn't take long. A gasp from you is their only warning before your start creaming all over the blonde's face, some splattering onto the other as well.

Betsy pounces onto the other woman and begins licking your cum off her face. She struggles to get every drop of it, while Amy is too shocked to resist. Once Amy's face is cleaned off, Betsy falls to the floor, face first, furiously pistoning her fingers into her audibly wet pussy. She wiggles her ass in the air until she screams out in orgasm and finally collapses.

"That was amazing," She sighs. "Can we go again?"