"Teach him how," Hudson replied.
Mona dropped next to Paul and sweetly said "Watch me." She licked her palm and used the spit to lubricate the long dick in her hand. She wrapped her fingers gently and firmly, and began to tug at his cock. Paul knew all about jerking off, but there was an artful way to Mona's precision here. She never brought her hand all the way to the head, instead conjuring up an excess of spit and drizzling it with her tongue all over the fat tip. Once it gleamed in the light from wetness, she took it into her mouth and sucked, using her lip to protect the flesh from her slight overbite and her tongue to guard against her bottom teeth.
She quickly found a groove, sliding her head back and forth, fucking the cock with her mouth, at the same time getting fucked in the mouth. It was impossible to tell who was in control. They both clearly knew what they were doing.
"Now you try," she said, slurping and directing Paul to climb up and put his head in Professor Hudson's lap. He let a thick glob of saliva plop into his hand and wrapped his fingers around the cock. He began to slide up and down, up and down.
"Tug my balls, son," the professor said. Paul did one better. He took the sac into his hand and began to massage and lick it. He slathered it in spit while dabbing his face with the cock. He lobbed his tongue over every scrotum wrinkle, took each testicle into his mouth and sucked it individually before attempting and failing to consume the entire sac. The older man groaned and Paul knew he was doing the right thing. He began to work his anus open with the fingers of his free hand.
Professor Hudson opened his eyes a smidgen and saw Mona sitting on the desk and frigging herself, slipping her fingers into the wet silk of her panties. It turned him on to watch her enjoying the sight of her boyfriend going to town on his cock and balls. They smiled at each other. She stopped and stood up, picking up the whisky from the desk and padding across the carpet. She handed the professor his drink, her fingers leaving smears of her pussy on the outside of the glass. He licked the translucent marks, savoring the taste before chasing it with whisky.
Mona laid down on the chaise to watch comfortably, a perfect view to spread her legs and let the men watch her work on herself. Professor Hudson took one of her feet and planted a kiss on her toes.
"Suck them," she said. She loved the tingly feel of his whisky tongue wrapping around her tiny tootsies, the suction not too hard, not too light, but just perfect. It sent vibrations straight to her clit, and she rocked the chaise with an approving thrust.
The sight of his girlfriend's lovely feet in the professor's mouth was maddening to Paul. He abandoned his task and climbed on top of her. She began to giggle as he maneuvered his erection between her legs, yanking her panties to the side and stuffing his jealous young cock into her.
"Aw, you wanna to get fucked, baby?" Mona chuckled. "You wanna get fucked?"
"Uh huh," Paul muffled his moans by burying his face into the crook of Mona's shoulder, pumping his cock into her slick pussy, the panties adding an additional, pleasurable sensation.
"Tell us how much you want to get fucked, Paul," Professor Hudson said, shifting his weight and getting on his knees.
"I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked," Paul moaned, giving Mona the long stroke and arching his ass.
"Say it again, baby, tell us again," Mona purred.
"I want to be fucked, please fuck me, just fuck me," Paul said through gritted teeth, feeling the professor's cock pressing against his opening. Every thrust brought it closer, pushed his tight little hole open, drove him wild. Soon enough the whole head of the Professor's fat mushroom cock was gobbled up by Paul's hungry asshole. He rocked back, pushing it deeper along the shaft, loving every second of it, his rod as stiff as a horse's leg as he slammed Mona's dripping rose bud.
She groaned in delight, feeling the weight of the two men on top of her. When the throes came, it was like the wave. First the Professor began to clench his hands and thrust harder, and then Paul sank his teeth into Mona's clavicle, and she tore the chaise with her fingernails. The Professor howled, Paul's scream was muffled by Mona's skin, and Mona emitted an unearthly sound. The chaise collapsed.
