(This is the first thing I’ve ever written, so your feedback (supportive or constructive) means more than you can imagine. If this gets you hot and bothered, PLEASE let me know! As of right now, I haven’t written part 4 yet. So, if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to comment or DM)

Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/XYDCX6xKAY

Link to Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/G08DWQmFKT

A Lesson

Hank stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes hungrily absorbing the sight of Dee and Ivy. His erection strained against his jeans, a testament to how aroused he was at the sight of the two gorgeous women. Dee caught his gaze and licked her lips to tease him. She turned to Ivy, who was already breathing heavily in anticipation.

“Hank, baby” Dee purred, her voice thick with desire, “Ivy needs a hard fucking. She needs your cock.”

Ivy’s breath caught, her eyes darting between Dee and Hank, her anticipation palpable. Dee’s hands moved to Hank’s belt, her fingers deftly undoing it and sliding his pants down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Dee knelt, her eyes locking onto Hank’s as she wrapped her fingers around his length.

Dee lived for this—the power, the intimacy, the raw eroticism of the moment. She glanced at Ivy, who was watching with wide, eager eyes, her own hand slipping between her legs. “Watch closely, Ivy,” Dee said, her voice dripping with authority and lust. “This… is how you suck a cock.”

She stroked Hank slowly, her grip firm and confident, then leaned in. Her mouth was a hot, wet haven as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before sliding down his shaft. Dee moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through Hank’s body. She reveled in the taste of his pre-cum, salty and intoxicating, the feel of his hardness against her tongue. She used copious amounts of spit, letting it drip down his length, creating a slick, messy sensation that drove Hank wild. Strands of spit dangled from Hank’s cock as her lips glided effortlessly back and forth.

As she worked, Dee continued to talk, her voice muffled but clear. “See, Ivy? You have to use a lot of spit. Make it messy. Listen to him, hear how much he loves it.” She moaned again, louder this time, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the act. The taste of Hank, the sounds of his pleasure, and the feeling of control it gave her made Dee’s arousal spike.

From Dee’s perspective, every sense was heightened. She could feel the weight of Hank’s cock in her mouth, the heat of his skin, and the subtle pulse of his arousal. The sounds he made—those deep, guttural groans—sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The scent of him, musky and masculine, filled her senses, mingling with the faint hint of his cologne. Dee loved the way her actions affected him, the way his hips would twitch involuntarily, the way his breath would catch when she did something particularly good.

Dee pulled back for a moment, her hand still stroking him as she looked up at Ivy. “Do you see how much he loves it? How hard he is for you?” She kissed the tip of his cock, her eyes dark with desire. “This is how you take control.”

She turned back to Hank, taking him deeper this time, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. The room was filled with the sounds of her slurping, moaning, and Hank’s ragged breaths. Dee’s hands moved to cup his balls, massaging them gently as she continued her ministrations. Ivy watched, her own arousal growing, her fingers moving rhythmically as she pleasured herself.

Hank was blown away, his body trembling with the effort to stay upright. Dee’s mouth was an oasis of sensation, and the sight of her teaching Ivy, the explicitness of her words, only added to his arousal. Dee was exceptional at this—her enthusiasm, her skill, and the sheer joy she took in the act made it an experience unlike any other.

Dee pulled back again, her lips glistening with spit, her eyes locking onto Hank’s. “Do you like that, baby?” she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality. Hank could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. Dee smiled, turning to Ivy. “Now it’s your turn to make him feel good. Watch closely.”

Dee resumed her rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her hand twisting at the base of his shaft. She was relentless, her pace increasing as she felt Hank’s hips begin to thrust slightly. Her free hand moved to her own body, sliding between her legs, her fingers teasing her clit as she sucked him with abandon.

The room was a symphony of erotic sounds—Dee’s slurping, Hank’s groans, and the wet, slick noises of her fingers working her own arousal. Dee’s senses were on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. She could feel Hank’s cock throbbing in her mouth, his balls tightening under her touch, the telltale signs of his approaching climax.

Sensing his imminent release, Dee pulled back one last time, her breath coming in heavy pants. She looked up at Ivy, her eyes blazing with lust. “Now, Ivy,” she said, her voice husky. “Let’s make him last a bit longer.” She pressed her breasts together, rubbing her hardened nipples against Hank’s slick cock, teasing him and delaying his climax.

Ivy’s eyes were dark with arousal, her fingers moving faster as she watched the intimate display. Dee’s movements were slow and deliberate, her nipples tracing wet circles over Hank’s shaft, making him groan with need.