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Amy’s Descent into Debauchery Ch. 03

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Days passed since Amy gave herself to Mbutu, her middle aged Congolese hero who’d rescued her from a man who tried to force himself on her. Amy wondered why he hadn’t returned to her hut since. She had plenty of work to occupy herself, and she wasn’t exactly looking for any long term commitments being a married woman. Still, it wasn’t something she was used to, getting laid by a guy and then nothing.

Then she started to notice that in fact it was rare to see repeat visitors to the hut. It ended up being different men each night. It seemed relationships were all free, whether being man and woman, or parent and child. Amy had learned about polygamous African cultures that relied upon the community to raise their young in her courses in anthropology; it turned out she was living among one now, which begged the question: was her presence in the village a threat to their native culture? After all, this village was a fascinating subject of its own worth studying, and this fact probably made it far more valuable in this regard than as a place to be “improved upon” with outside influences. Just because they were naked and all the ladies got pregnant earlier than would be practical in the west doesn’t mean that the village as a whole wasn’t healthy and happy. Furthermore it was becoming clear that the only person really changing around here was Amy.

Two weeks had passed since then. Mbutu still hadn’t come. Amy resolved to talk to the young man who was proficient in English about the custom for a better understanding.

“I’ve noticed that no man visits our hut on two nights in a row. Is there a reason for this?” she asked somewhat awkwardly while blushing.

“In fact, we have a rule about visiting huts. We have several rules that govern the village that you may pick up on your own. For visiting huts, seven days should pass before returning to a hut. And three should pass before visiting any hut again,” he replied.

“Right,” she replied. “For the sake of recovery.”

This made perfect sense. For a village that seemed to have very limited worldly education and knowledge, they certainly used some methods that bespoke of traditional wisdom. Still, this wasn’t much of a help to Amy. She had fantasies of Mbutu’s cock entering her, her guiding his slick, hot, and hard cock into her vagina with each stroke, rubbing his heavy balls as they would near her, anticipating the hot load that would soon fill her womb. Would he ever be back?

It wasn’t long after that Amy was out gathering wood with some of the other ladies. During this excursion they had traveled farther than she’d been from the village since arriving. It was during this outing that the group was threatened by a lioness out in search of food. The other ladies managed to get away, but Amy was stuck while the lioness cornered her, closing in on her kill. Despite Amy’s shouting and arm flailing, the lioness’s attack was imminent. Suddenly, Rafiti came in running at breakneck speed holding a long spear, and he lunged toward the feline. It heard him coming and was able to dodge his attack, but rather than fight back, it chose to run away. Amy had been saved yet again by one of the village men thanks to their network of getting the word out and responding quickly.

Amy approached Rafiti, a youngish man of approximately 23 years of age, lean build, approximately 6’2″ and hung like a horse. She put a hand over her heart, gave a little bow as was the custom and uttered the local dialect word for thank you.

Rafiti simply nodded and went off pursuing his daily duties. Amy swooned as yet another of the villagers had risked their well-being to protect her. She hoped that she would get the chance to repay him soon.

Sure enough, that night Rafiti paid her hut a visit. He mainly looked at Amy’s co-inhabitants for a sign of interest. Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy, giving him the signal to join him. If you could see red in an African’s face when he blushed, you would have seen Rafiti completely red in the face. Alas, his skin was so dark, there was literally no way of knowing.

More uninhibited and eager than ever, Amy grabbed his third leg and instantly began blowing him faster than a five-dollar whore saving up for cheap booze. Rafiti’s cock hardened faster than most hut visitors as Amy’s beautiful mouth and face were devoted to getting him off. Amy simultaneously rubbed her twat in anticipation of the onslaught she was about to endure with her womanhood. She’d been thinking about this moment all day, hoping her new hero would come to claim his reward.

Then, grabbing his cock with her right hand, she leaned back on the cot dragging him by the cock and aiming it straight for her cunt while spreading her legs widely. Soaked to the brim, Rafiti effortlessly pushed in while Amy pulled him into her. Balls deep in the first stab, Rafiti couldn’t believe how ready this exotic American slut was for his cock. Almost immediately he began fucking Amy’s cunt with rapidity and force expected of a man his age. Amy truly was ready as she began moaning and encouraging Rafiti in oral seks porno the native tongue. She’d seen and heard so much sex in the hut for the last two months, it was as if she could communicate sex in the local dialect almost perfectly.

Rafiti, being a young buck, and due to his being with the highly sought after Amy, was quicker to nut than either of them would have preferred. Rafiti gave a final thrust as his overly sensitive cock exploded inside Amy’s tightness, while Amy was left wanting for an orgasm of her own. She would have to achieve this solo and later. Unless…

Amy, speaking the local tongue to Rafiti, asked if there were any others looking to go tonight that might be interested. It sounded something like: “Other man want sex me now?”

Rafiti nodded and straightforth exited the hut.

Amy looked around and thankfully she didn’t receive any admonishing looks. Apparently it wasn’t the first time one of the ladies hadn’t been satisfied and requested backup. Thank God for that, Amy thought.

Also thankfully, only one additional man appeared, and he too was relatively young. It was Wababwe, who happened to look strikingly similar to Mbutu, though in the village no one ever really knew for sure who was whose father. To be sure, you never saw older men with the younger ladies. If the village understood any science at all, it was not to take risks potentially getting your own daughter pregnant. The few times an older man copulated with a younger woman that Amy had seen, he’d pulled out prior to cumming.

Wababwe was equally hung as Rafiti, and looked younger still. Entering the hut already hard, he looked about 11 inches, hard as rock, and thick like a summer sausage. He aimed straight for Amy who lay in the same position, legs spread wide, pussy aimed at Wababwe who got right in there, immediately filling Amy with solid meat. Picking up where she’d left off, and not leaving anything to chance, Amy began rubbing her clit in such a way as not to interfere with Wababwe’s thrusts.

Amy couldn’t believe how good it felt to be filled by all that man meat. Each of them were so hung, and so erect, so hot, so silky, so perfect.

Wababwe was loving it. Amy could tell by his facial expression and his rock hard cock. He was the third man in the village to have gotten the chance to bed Amy, and he didn’t hesitate: even if it was sloppy seconds

Amy was close to climax but she didn’t want it just yet. She reached under her leg and felt Wababwe’s young balls as he bounced up and down on Amy’s white skin. Although she wasn’t quite as white as she’d been when she’d arrived due to all the sun exposure, she was still hundreds of shades whiter than all the other ladies. Wababwe kept looking down at his penis as it entered Amy’s hot pussy. It must have been quite a sight for a native to experience. To be sure, Amy too enjoyed watching as the monster would disappear and then reappear glistening with her female fluids (and that of Rafiti).

Amy was finally nearing climax. Wababwe was still stiff as a board, his pace began to quicken as Amy’s hand swathed back and forth over her clit faster and faster.

“Yes, do me faster, faster, oh my God, I think I’m gonna cum, yes, yes!” Amy chanted as her hand went back and forth like she was trying to polish her pussy. Wababwe kept hammering away, his massive cock just wrecking Amy as he started banging harder and harder, pushing Amy further along the cot, moving the cot closer to the wall of the hut.

“Yes, yes, just like that, fuck me, yes, ah, yes, ah… Ugh! Oh my God, yes, I’m cumming, oh my God…” Amy moaned as she reached climax, her pussy flooding her hole and tightening around Wababwe’s cock, who proceeded to fuck her ever more slick pussy until he himself thrust one last time, balls deep, and shot his heavy load deeply into Amy’s cunt. He literally poured what must have been four ounces of semen deep into Amy’s womb. Amy just held him there as he started to pump a few last times, trying to unload every drop that he could into the village’s newest member.

When Wababwe pulled out, Amy’s pussy gushed at least two of the ounces of semen, pouring out of her pussy and onto her cot. Her eyes held his as he stood up, thanked her silently for giving him a good fucking, and then he turned and left.

At last, Amy had reached climax. She closed her legs, turned over and went to sleep.

Word was getting out in the village: Amy was a freak, and she was suddenly open to fucking any guy with a cock and two balls. To be sure, it was difficult for Amy not to think about all that black cock. For her, one exists in society with clothes, and they’re able to put sex out of their brain until the mood strikes in other ways. Here in this nude village, cock was everywhere. It’s practically all she could think about as she saw the men come and go, talking, eating, working, hunting, and at night, fucking. And they were ALL showers. Their limp cocks were all big and long, not like some of the white guys she blew off in college whose cocks would grow from playboy porno two inches limp to seven when hard.

That afternoon while Amy was going to collect water, she bumped into a man who’d seen her first. Given that he’d heard all the action about Amy, his cock was not in the down position. His cock had been filling with blood while observing Amy’s slender white body, hands over her head carrying the water pot, beautiful supple tits out and blonde armpits exposed.

Amy paused in her tracks as they were passing and greeted him.

“Hello,” he returned in the native language, followed by, “I’m Jobo.”

“Jobo, are you free right now?” she asked. “You look like you could use some help,” she said in her best effort with the local dialect, gesturing toward his cock.

Smiling, he helped Amy with her water pot and followed her behind a nearby boulder. Once behind the boulder, while Jobo put the water pot down, Amy was already on her knees to greet Jobo’s increasingly hard cock.

Grabbing Jobs’s cock as if inspecting it, (back in English and likely unintelligible to Jobo) “Oh yes, look at these big balls and this hard cock! You need assistance immediately!” She immediately began sucking Jobo while placing her hands on his hips.

It was early afternoon and the sun shone brightly on Jobo and Amy while she continued to throat his longfellow; therefore, Jobo got an unprecedented view of Amy in action unmatched by previous villagers. Her gorgeous skin, her beautiful hair, eyes and lips, were all on display while she feasted on his meat. He casually rubbed her hair, caressed her shoulders, reached down and rubbed her supple breasts hanging naturally in front of her, and pinched her nipples that already stuck out proudly.

(Again in English) “Mmm, you like my boobies, don’t you? It feels nice when you rub them like that!” she encouraged on deaf ears.

With her mouth off of his cock, Jobo took the opportunity to lie down on the dirt and waive her over to sit on his cock. She went ahead and straddled Jobo reverse cowgirl style. It was what she was used to when she rode cock. His cock stood erect while Amy bent her legs and slowly aimed his cock at her hole. She spat in her right hand and rubbed the saliva all over his thick cockhead before guiding it with her right hand past her opening.

“Oh fuck, you’re so thick!” she moaned. “What have you been feeding this thing?”

Jobo lifted his hips gently in anticipation of her vagina enveloping his shaft.

“Ah, slowly, slowly… You’re so big!” she moaned.

Amy slowly lowered her ass as Jobo’s cock disappeared deeper into her pink cunt. She slowly acclimated to his cock sinking and rising, going lower progressively until she finally got all the way down. Jobo’s cock was hot in her pussy, also hot from her getting aroused by the sight of Jobo’s semi-hard cock in passing as well as from sucking him for a steady moment. She needed a moment to fully reacclimate to such a large unit.

Finally, she got on her knees while in reverse-cowgirl as her legs were already a little tired from crouching while sucking his cock. This gave Jobo a clear look at her pussy as his cock kept getting swallowed by her wet and sticky vagina. It also gave him a good look at her tight pink asshole, winking at him as she rose and fell, rose and fell, her tight pussy causing blissful friction for the pair. Next thing she knew, he was rubbing her buttole with his thumb. She didn’t protest, enjoying the feeling as she was quite the anal bitch. ‘If the villagers only knew!’ she thought. Still, she knew she wasn’t ready for monster cock anal sex. If it was going to go down, she told herself, it would have to be with some of the smaller cocks.

Amy rode Jobo, and Jobo gazed upon Amy’s ass, blissfully riding their way to sexual fulfillment. After about seven minutes, Amy dismounted and got on all fours for Jobo to finish the ritual. Jobo, about to enter her from behind was caught by surprise when Ujofee suddenly approached from behind the boulder.

After an exchange of greetings, happy in Jobo’s opportunity to bang the foreigner, Ujofee turned to leave. However, when he glanced back down at Amy to take a mental image of the scenario, what he saw was Amy on all fours facing him, tits hanging down, Jobo behind her taking up position, and Amy looking him dead in the face with a lusty face. She lifted a hand and with her index finger, motioned him to approach her. Ujofee, not wanting to be rude, turned toward them, looked at Jobo who simply shrugged, and then approached Amy’s face with his groin, sinking to his knees with an already half erect penis.

Ujofee was younger than any of the other villagers she’d been with. He must have been 18. His chest and pubic hair was significantly less than his fellow village men. His penis could have been smaller too, possibly due to late stage puberty and its after effects. Instead of the footlongs she’d seen, his may have been 8 or 9 inches and possibly only six inches in circumference.

It was in her mouth before he even had pornhub porno a chance to get settled. Even Amy was surprised by her newfound lust for cock. In college, it’s just what you did…play party slut with the sorority, or doing favors for young men that treated you nicely. Here, she’d transformed from a damsel in distress that rewarded her heroes with pussy to a sex-crazed nymphomaniac lusting after any swinging dick in the jungle.

There she was, with Jobo and Ujofee, getting spitroasted by two eager black cocks. If anyone was taking advantage of anyone, it was Amy taking advantage of the two men. She loved doggystyle, and Jobo was really filling her good. Her ass was exposed in the broad daylight as Jobo continued to fuck her from behind. Add to that, Ujofee was feeding her his man sausage, and she was in seventh heaven. The friction, the attention, the liberation… nowhere on Earth could a girl be so free and fucked so well than in sub saharan Africa!

Jobo, as if possessed by Amy’s cute little butthole, gave his thumb a lick and then gently wedged it inside. Amy gave off a moan that could have been interpreted as pleasure or protest. Now she had three holes getting stimulated at once. Almost immediately, Amy started nutting on Jobo’s cock, her pussy getting slick all of a sudden, and heartbeat being felt around his cock. Her mouth tightened on Ujofee’s cock while she paused her efforts while the wave of pleasure coursed through her body. It had been a long time since she’d experienced anal penetration. The feeling had sent through her mind a flood of happy memories of pleasuring young men with her hole, and the occasional anal orgasm that she’d experienced. It was so kinky, so naughty, so dirty.

At this point, Amy took her mouth off of Ujofee’s cock and looked back at Jobo. Jobo pulled out of her pussy and his thumb from her ass. She turned around and started sucking Jobo’s hard slick cock, offering her sex to Ujofee. ‘It is time to get Jobo off before I get fucked raw,’ Amy thought to herself. She started in on his cock, sucking it hard and fast. Jobo simply put his hands on his hips while this sex-starved white devil went to town. She could feel his cock getting more and more filled with blood as her fast blowing skills did the trick.

Meanwhile, Ujofee put his cock in Amy’s pussy. Really wet from the recent climax she’d had, and loosened up well by Jobo’s thicker cock, Ujofee wasn’t getting much in the way of friction. He continued to thrust into Amy while she continued to blow Jobo.

The two men started talking in their language using words unfamiliar to Amy, not that she cared. It’s all you hear, words you don’t know, when you’re immersed in a culture where the language is still new to you. She was so focused on getting Jobo to cum, anyway. Next thing she knew, Ujofee took his cock out and then pressed the head against her anal sphincter. She’d cum already, and definitely wanted to get these two studs to nut, so she continued to double down on Jobo’s cock orally while Ujofee slowly edged his cock head past her anus.

Amy let out a moan while she continued to suck Jobo hard and fast. Ujofee’s cock was thick inside her butt as Ujofee continued to plunge beyond her anus and thrust more cock inside. His cock was well moistened by her cunt juice, and was able to slip deeper inside her anal cavity. Amy continued to focus on the cock in her mouth while she tried her best to relax her ass for the anal penetration. It was so big!

Ujofee at last had gone in all the way. He let it sit inside Amy’s ass for a moment while her anal muscles fully relaxed and acclimated to his anal intrusion. Amy kept sucking until Jobo couldn’t take it any longer. His stiff cock without hardly any warning began filling her mouth and throat with pools of semen, which she expertly began to drink down. Big balls like Jobo’s come with a large load, but she was hungry for validation and thirsty from working so hard, so it worked out. When it was done, she licked his cock clean before he stood up to watch the rest of the action.

At last, it was Ujofee and Amy. Amy stayed on all fours, waiting for Ujofee to begin to get off in her ass. She hadn’t been fucked in her ass for about six or seven years, yet it didn’t feel unfamiliar. She loved the fullness her ass was experiencing with this mildly hung Congolese native’s cock in her ass. He started to fuck in and out of her ass slowly, letting her adjust more as he would pull out to the point that only his head remained, then push all the way back in to the hilt. Amy closed her eyes as she focused on the anal stimulation that she had long since been without.

Within a few minutes, Ujofee started ramming Amy’s ass hard and fast. He alternating grabbing her hips, grabbing her tits, grabbing her shoulders and fucking her deeply. His cock was hard as he rode Amy’s ass, the shit stains imperceptible on his hung black cock. Amy let out little moans as she continued to get filled by such a fat cock. Ujofee’s cock continued to grow hard, such that he got on his feet and started to plow her ass from above, his balls swinging up and down with each thrust. Amy’s gaping pussy exposed to the air as Ujofee’s fat cock continued to assault downward, Jobo looked on in awe. Amy had become quite the exhibitionist… a real party slut. What would her family and friends think of her if they’d seen what she had become?

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Submission! (with a Student?)

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Purely by coincidence, Professor Amanda Bell met one of her Literature students on the mat during a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class for beginners. During the past 10 years, she taught students in a university setting; now she was actually about to grapple with one.

Her usual academic attire was typically a dowdy skirt and blouse combination. Now she was currently barefoot and dressed in a grappling gi. Stepping onto the mat, she was shocked to see one of her students, dressed the same way.

“Hi Dr. Bell! Is this your first time rolling?” Mei Wu asked, while crouching to get into position.

Amanda forced an awkward smile. “It’s actually my third time rolling. I’ve only trained drills for a few months.”

“This will be fun,” Mei replied with an open and genuine smile.

At that moment, Amanda regretted switching from early morning weekend classes to weeknights. Even before the Jiu-Jitsu Instructor called for action, Amanda felt uneasy. Sure, for a woman in her mid-30’s, she was in great condition. But her body was built for long distance running as opposed to grappling; she lacked upper body strength.

On the other hand, the Literature student was in her early 20’s and looked like a feminine ball of youthful energy. Mei’s raven black hair was tied in a ponytail and the girl was ready for action. Her body was long and slender, but toned by years of competitive sports.

Amanda was plagued by one overriding concern… what if she lost to her student? Surely it would surely be embarrassing, even though this was not a campus related academic activity. Professors are supposed to guide and mentor their students, not struggle for physical domination.

Noting the playful smile on Mei’s face, it was clear the student viewed it as a friendly match. Amanda was determined to keep this light and focus on fitness, rather than competition.

“5 minutes!” the Instructor called out, in his deep booming deep voice touched by a Brazilian accent. “Then alternate partners. Ready!? Go!”

The buzzer rang in the gym, and while they were both crouched in position, Mei slowly approached with her hands out.

Once they locked horns, Amanda immediately realized she was totally outmatched by her Asian student. Using every technique she had, Amanda managed to put Mei on her back, making the student smile in appreciation.

“Nice one,” Mei said, enjoying the gamesmanship while in the bottom position.

Amanda, on top, tried to act natural. “Thank you.”

Sure enough, just as the Professor recovered energy from the physical endeavor, Mei swung her legs up and went to an armbar, quickly and with grace. Amanda used basic maneuvers to shimmy her way out, but the submission was methodical. A slight amount of pressure was applied to her joint and it was over.

Her student was so good it seemed effortless.

Amanda had no choice but to tap her student’s thigh. Defeat was signaled, and when the submission was released, Amanda tried to hide her embarrassment as she peered at the grinning student beneath her.

“You’re so talented,” Amanda said, taking a breather.

Mei remained flat on the mat. “Mind if we stay in this spot?”

“You like the bottom position?”

Mei nodded. “My legs are flexible and I’m working on my full guard techniques. Let’s go again, if you don’t mind.”

They shook hands and resumed their grappling. With the student content on her back, Amanda’s only option was to go for a submission by way of passing guard and getting side control.

Sadly, the result was likely to be the same. Mei was stronger and more experienced. Amanda struggled when the contest seemed futile, sweat forming along her brows.

“Watch for my triangle,” Mei cautioned in the middle of a scramble.

The warning seemed pointless, since the Professor was outmatched. Legs were thrown up and Amanda found herself in a humiliating position, while one of her brightest students applied a choke. Mei’s athletic thighs wrapped around Amanda’s neck and shoulders, then squeezed.

Just like that, Amanda tapped again. The palm of her hand patted her student’s thigh three times.

Thankfully, the legs released immediately and Amanda could once again breathe.

Mei sat upright. “Going easy on me, Professor? It’s okay, I can handle it.”

Mercifully, the buzzer rang, and the BJJ Instructor called for everyone to change grappling partners.

“Alternate! Grab a new partner and go again,” he called, with his voice echoing in the gym. “Go! Go! Go!”

The women looked at each other.

“Thanks Professor, I hope we get another chance to grapple,” Mei said, offering the traditional handshake before switching partners.

Locking eyes as their hands touched, they both lingered. Amanda was struck by the warmth of Mei’s brown eyes and her relaxed manner; she was confident but not cocky. Mei’s youthful enthusiasm for the sport put Amanda at ease in what could have easily been an awkward situation and for that she was grateful. But Amanda couldn’t help but wonder, were they now rivals on edirne escort the mat, or were they becoming friends?

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Amanda was relieved after making it back to the female locker room at the conclusion of class. Like everyone else, she was covered in sweat as she sat on the bench preparing for a shower. Still barefoot and in her gi, she checked the messages on her phone. There was an invitation to a retirement party for another faculty member, which she hoped to attend. And as usual, there were several emails from students regarding assignments.

“This is much different than Literature studies, right?” Mei called out, with her ever present smile.

By coincidence, Mei had walked in front of Amanda’s locker. The student held a large white towel, bath sponge, and shower gel. She wore a black sports bra with pink lining and matching workout shorts that were form fitting.

Amanda couldn’t help but admire the student’s body. Not only was she incredibly toned, her flawless skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Well, this is far more exhilarating,” Amanda said, putting down her phone. “No one ever snoozes through a BJJ class.”

Mei laughed. “People can pass out in BJJ… from being choked. But I’ve never seen anyone take a nap during your lecture.”

“Trust me, I notice a lot of things.”

There was a moment of silence, as they both looked towards the single empty shower stall, thinking the exact same thing.

Mei gestured towards the shower. “So…. there’s one left. What should we do?”

“You go ahead. I have some messages to check and can wait a bit.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be super quick, Professor Bell.”

With that, the student hurried into the open-space shower with several other naked women. She saw Mei’s quickly strip out of her skimpy clothes and hang them on a rack before entering the shower, naked. Amanda knew it was wrong to stare at her student’s backside, but for some reason was unable to stop.

There was no doubt about it; Mei’s body was an enticing sculpture. Athletic with the right degree of feminine curves. Releasing her long dark hair from the tie, it draped her back in gentle waves as Mei walked forward into the water.

Entranced, Amanda was thankful her student hadn’t looked back, otherwise she would have been caught peeping. She knew later that night, while lying exhausted in bed, the image of Mei’s hypnotic backside would spring to mind as she masturbated.

~~~~~~~

The next day, Professor Bell gave a lecture while Mei sat in the front row. It was difficult to concentrate on discussing a book by Toni Morrison, when the student who had cranked her arm and wrangled her neck was sitting nearby. It was nearly impossible to force back her dirty thoughts about Mei’s naked backside.

Nonetheless, she was a professional.

Class ended and students made their way out of the lecture hall. As usual, there were a few that hung around, asking questions about the next essay. Unsurprisingly, Mei was one of those students and stood at the end of the line, patiently awaiting her turn.

When all the students had departed, it was just them. Mei ended up asking a superfluous question. Amanda suspected it was just an excuse to stay behind and have a private.

“I’ll see you next week,” Professor Bell smiled graciously.

Mei cocked her head. “Does that mean you’re not going to Jiu-Jitsu tomorrow night?”

It was the dreaded moment and Amanda was torn. Her plan had been to discreetly revert back to weekend classes, if not drop out altogether. A fellow faculty member advised her that dropping out was the best approach, since grappling leaves one prone to injury. Amanda already felt some aching in her joints.

“I’ll be there,” Amanda replied with a forced confidence. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Oh, that’s great. I guess that means we’ll have a rematch?”

Immediately, Amanda flashbacked to the moment Mei made her submit. Though trying to ignore it, her pussy clenched at the memory.

Finally, she knew it was time to drop the charade. There was no way she could return to the evening class if Mei was going to be there, as well.

“Ms. Wu, to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a good fit for me.”

“Why?” Mei was perplexed.

“My joints ache. And I probably shouldn’t be rolling around on the floor with any of my students.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mei replied, looking sheepish. “I’m sure with practice you’ll be more efficient and effective. Jiu-Jitsu is hard at first, but with enough work, it becomes a lot of fun.”

“I’m more of a runner, to tell you the truth. The only reason I tried BJJ was because a friend recommended it as a way to clear my mind.”

“Oh, nothing serious I hope.”

“Just my divorce,” Professor Bell shrugged. “Apparently grappling is supposed to be a good stress reliever. In many ways it is, since it requires total focus and by the end of class I’m too exhausted to feel sorry for myself. But it’s also tough on my body.”

The candid admission had Amanda cansoc.org feeling a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t in the habit of discussing her personal life with students. In some ways, it felt good to get it off her chest and share her burden with the younger woman. But Amanda’s real motivation was to relieve Mei of any guilt she might feel about her exit from the class.

As it turned out, Amanda’s plan backfired.

“I’ll be more gentle,” Mei said. “Let me teach you some moves. BJJ will be a great stress reliever if you stick with it. Please keep coming to class and we can train together. You deserve to be happy.”

Amazed by the tenacity and drive in her student, the Professor recognized Mei as the best kind of fighter. She displayed honor, respect, and consideration. Overall, Mei was a rare gem in the current generation of university students.

Impressive, Amanda thought.

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” Professor Bell noted, curious about the offer.

“It’s true, I want to help. I mean, the Jiu-Jitsu instructor is a great guy, really knowledgeable about moves and techniques. But there are so many students in the class, it’s easy to get lost in the shuffle. And I think you might learn faster from a woman. Different methods work better for our bodies.”

“That’s true. This is my first attempt at a contact sport.”

Mei nodded in sympathy. “I’m used to it. I did a little Taekwondo and Judo when I was young. It made it easier for me to pick up Jiu-Jitsu.”

“Ah, that makes sense. You’re a natural when it comes to moving your body around your opponent. And you seem happy making others submit through pain.”

Mei laughed. “No way, I DO NOT enjoy hurting people! Well, okay, after several hours of school work, choking someone with my legs is a great way to blow off steam. But I always feel guilty after class.”

They were both thoroughly amused by the bizarre sounding admission.

“It doesn’t sound like you feel guilty,” Professor Bell joked.

“Okay, maybe not always.”

“You see, this is what I mean. You’re a seasoned martial artist, and I’m a woman who enjoys long runs. We’re not equally matched. There are only a few women in the class who I could actually submit. For the most part, I’m rag doll on the mat.”

“I’ll let you submit me.”

Amanda was taken aback by the comment, picking up on the possible innuendo. Squinting, she searched Mei’s face for a clue as to whether it was unintended. The student’s eyes crinkled in amusement and Amanda was left uncertain.

“You will?”

“We can go 50/50,” Mei offered, shrugging. “I’m serious. I’ll give you freebies on the mat and correct your errors. You’ll get better. Plus we’ll have a great time rolling on the ground.”

Once again, Amanda did a double take, unsure if she was picking up on vibes that simply weren’t there. Since the divorce, her sex life had greatly suffered. Was she now so desperate that she was seeing unintended come-ons?

Feeling silly, she shook off her errant thoughts, “I have to admit, it was a great workout. My muscles feel more toned since I started the class.”

“Then it’s a study date,” Mei smiled. “But let’s be honest about the other thing. It was a little awkward at the end.”

Professor Bell slowly nodded in agreement. “The shower situation.”

“Should we take turns going first? I’ll hang out in the gym while you shower, then use it when you’re done.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t overthink it.”

Mei smiled and giggled. “You’re right. We’re both adults and there’s no reason to act that way. I’m used to showering with other women. It’s not a big deal to me.”

That wasn’t exactly what Amanda meant and she had mixed feelings about being naked in the shower along with one of her brightest students.

~~~~~~~

Friday sessions are always ‘light grappling’ days, with less pressure to submit your opponent. Typically, partners stay together through the entire class, while the BJJ Instructor casually walks around looking for flaws and fielding questions.

This time Amanda was on the bottom with her legs in the air, wrapped loosely around Mei’s torso. As a result, their faces were mere inches apart, making conversation easy.

“Triangle choke me,” Mei said, holding her vulnerable position. “I’ll struggle and resist a bit to get a sense of your offensive technique.”

“I’m not very good, but here it goes.”

Surely, this was against University police. But this wasn’t a school sponsored class; they were in a private BJJ Academy. School regulations wouldn’t apply in this setting.

Attempting to squeeze her legs around the student’s neck should have made Amanda uncomfortable. However, she found it arousing. Her runner’s legs worked hard to pin Mei’s upper body in a compromised position. Using newly learned techniques to the best of her ability, she successfully wrapped her legs firmly around Mei’s neck. The submission was a sure thing.

“Are you going to tap?” Amanda asked, feeling victorious.

Mei struggled to speak. “Make me.”

It was a challenge for Amanda to dig deep and find her killer instinct. As an educator, her livelihood involved helping young people achieve their goals. Now, she was attempting to choke a student who could very well become a future Valedictorian.

When she squeezed her legs around Mei’s neck, the student tapped and Amanda released the choke.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Amanda said with concern.

Mei caught her breath and smiled. “Are you kidding? You did great! What a rush.”

It certainly was; however Amanda’s rush was more sexually based. Having had no previous experience with women, she was stunned to realize her pussy was practically weeping when the young, athletic student lay trapped between her legs. The fact that Mei was an all-around sweetheart only made this domination more fulfilling.

Amanda hoped the aromas emanating from her pussy wouldn’t be obvious to Mei.

“Thank you,” Amanda said humbly. “I know you let me win, but it felt really good.”

Mei stretched while rubbing her neck. “Shall we try again? Or are you ready for equal terms?”

Fair was fair, Amanda thought. Sadly, it meant that she’d get her ass kicked. Although, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Let’s do a light roll,” Amanda said.

“You’re on.”

They squared up after a quick rest and got into position. A primal urge surfaced in Amanda when they locked horns, which was highly unusual. It wasn’t about appearances, reputation or social status. Rather, it was an eruption of a previously dormant drive to battle for supremacy. The two exhausted women wrestled intimately on the sweaty mat, each trying to submit the other.

Passing by, the BJJ Instructor liked what he saw and said, “Nice job ladies,” before turning his attention towards other students in the gym.

As expected, the student won and Amanda found herself on the bottom position, once again. Mei was able to secure side-control, which is a highly advantageous position.

“No more being nice,” Mei teased, intertwining her arms with the Professor’s. “You’ll get a kimura if you don’t get out.”

Their faces were close enough that each felt a tickle as the other exhaled. Amanda struggled, but her arm strength was nowhere near that of Mei.

“I can’t get out,” Amanda sighed in defeat.

“Don’t make me motivate you,” Mei threatened.

Amanda wiggled without conviction. “I’m close to tapping. I can’t get out.”

With their arms still tangled, Mei moved her face even closer to the Professor’s. Their eyes and lips were mere inches apart.

“I mean it,” Mei warned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Find a way out. You have plenty of room to escape. Find it, or you’ll be punished.”

Amanda merely flailed. Yes, there was space, but her technique hadn’t been honed. In defeat, she went limp.

“I can’t,” Amanda sighed, fully expecting her arm to be cranked by the student.

“Here comes your punishment.”

Amanda’s eyes looked up at Mei and the ceiling. Waiting for Mei, she planned to tap right away and signal her defeat.

Instead, the ‘punishment’ came in a much different form. While Amanda lay helpless, Mei bent down and licked her chin. The beautiful student’s tongue actually made contact with her face! Amanda didn’t turn her head, but struggled and tried to get loose. When that failed, she just relaxed. The warm, wet feel of Mei’s tongue against her face caused Amanda to gasp.

“Ready to try again?” Mei asked.

Amanda breathed deeply. “What are you doing? Let me up, this instant.”

“Wrong answer, Professor Bell.”

Mei went in for a second pass, with puckered lips. Amanda froze, letting nature take its course. As if in slow motion, their lips met and they actually kissed. At first, it was a quick peck, then two. Finally, the contact blossomed into a full-blown kiss, just short of passionate, but with definite tongue involvement.

This was Amanda’s first girl-on-girl kiss and she wondered if it was true for Mei, as well.

Amanda’s physical exhaustion made the mental surrender even sweeter. Mei was in control and confident enough to put the older woman at ease. Her sweet nature, good humor and self-assurance called to a deep need in Amanda. The physical trauma of the grappling seemed worth the effort at this point.

Realistically, this illicit show of attraction would soon have to end before they were caught. Moaning, Amanda was getting ready to tap out, but Mei was a step ahead and pulled away.

Amanda looked around the room to see if they had been caught. She was relieved to see they were not the subject of ogling eyes.

“I…” Amanda started off.

“Time!” the Instructor hollered to the group with pride in his voice. “Great job everyone. You all showed great effort and passion on the mat. See you all next week.”

Mei’s eyes flashed with amusement. “You heard the man. Class is over.”

When Mei stood, she offered a helping hand, which Amanda gladly accepted.

~~~

Amanda inwardly cringed at the thought of shower time, feeling more uncomfortable about what would happen next. While the class stretched on the mat, all Amanda could think about was seeing Mei’s naked body again.

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