Extreme Cravings on Campus Grounds 🔥
Ready to dive deeper? Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Jump to Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 1: Shadows in the Grand Hall
Elena adjusted the silk scarf at her throat, the auditorium lights casting a warm glow over the sea of well-heeled parents. The university’s alumni gala hummed with chatter—crystal glasses clinking, murmurs of endowments and legacies. Her son, Liam, twenty now and sharper than most, sat onstage in his tailored suit, waiting for his engineering award. Pride swelled in her chest, but underneath lurked a sharper edge, one she’d been fighting for months.
She was a tenured literature professor, brunette waves pinned elegantly, her fitted emerald dress hugging curves honed by yoga and quiet desperation. The air smelled of polished oak and expensive perfume, a far cry from the gritty estates where her secrets festered. Then she saw them: Riley, Jax, and Mia, lounging against a marble pillar like wolves in a conservatory. Riley’s lean frame, tattooed arms peeking from a black shirt; Jax broader, smirking with that perpetual stubble; Mia, wild curls framing her pierced lip, phone already in hand.
Her pulse spiked. How? This was Liam’s moment, miles from their council flats. Riley caught her eye, mouthing now. Elena’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, a traitorous warmth blooming despite the chill of fear. She excused herself from a cluster of deans, slipping toward the corridor.
They followed. The heavy door to the service hallway thudded shut behind her. “You lot can’t be here,” she hissed, voice low, laced with that posh lilt she’d cultivated through Oxbridge and Oxford. “Liam’s up there.”
Riley stepped close, his breath hot against her ear, smelling faintly of cheap aftershave and mint gum. “Extreme measures for extreme cravings, Professor. You know why we’re here.” His fingers grazed her hip, sending a jolt straight to her core.
Jax chuckled, deep and rough. “Bet you’re dripping already, all proper in front of your boy wonder.”
Mia’s eyes gleamed as she raised her phone. “Smile for the alumni special.”
Elena’s mind raced—scandal would shatter her tenure, her life—but her body betrayed her, nipples hardening against lace. “Not now. Please.”
“Garage. Basement level. After his speech. Or this vid from last week goes viral.” Riley’s grin was feral. They melted back into the crowd, leaving her trembling, the distant applause for Liam echoing like a countdown.
She returned to her seat, clapping mechanically as her son took the podium. His words on innovation blurred; she fixated on the slickness between her legs, the way her pulse throbbed in forbidden rhythm. Extreme, she thought, this pull toward ruin.
Chapter 2: Whispers in the Underground
The underground garage smelled of concrete dampness and motor oil, fluorescent buzz overhead casting harsh shadows on Elena’s sleek Audi. Liam’s award photos flashed on her phone—proud smiles with faculty—but she deleted the texts from him, fingers unsteady. The trio waited by her car, Riley kicking at a tire.
“Missed us?” Jax drawled, pulling open the back door.
She slid into the driver’s seat, heart hammering. “Drive to the old boathouse trail. No cameras there.” Her voice cracked, but she obeyed their route suggestion, tires humming over smooth asphalt as they descended deeper into campus fringes.
Riley rode shotgun, his hand casually on her thigh, inching the hem of her dress upward. The sheer stockings whispered against his palm. “Feel that, Mia? Prof’s got that extreme polish cracking already.”
Mia leaned forward from the back, nails raking Elena’s shoulder. “Park it, bitch. Showtime.”
The boathouse loomed ahead, abandoned this late fall evening, willow branches draping like veils. Elena cut the engine, the sudden silence amplifying her ragged breaths. Jax yanked her into the backseat, skirt bunching wildly. “Strip the top. Let’s see those fancy tits.”
Her hands fumbled with buttons, exposing lace bra, the cool air pebbling her skin. Riley twisted, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss 💋—tongue invasive, tasting of beer and dominance. She moaned into it, guilt twisting like a knife even as her hips arched.
“Tell the camera what you are,” Mia demanded, lens inches from Elena’s flushed face.
“I’m… a filthy academic slut,” Elena whispered, eyes glassy. Louder, at Jax’s grip on her jaw: “I crave you rough boys ruining me while my son’s upstairs accepting honors!”
Jax’s laugh rumbled. He shoved her panties aside, fingers plunging into her soaked heat. The wet schlick echoed obscenely. “Christ, you’re a fountain. Taste yourself.”
She sucked her own tang—musky, sharp—while Riley freed his hardness, thick vein pulsing. “Suck it proper, teach.”
Elena’s lips stretched around him, head bobbing with desperate rhythm, saliva dripping. Jax worked her relentlessly, thumb circling her clit until she bucked, a muffled cry vibrating Riley’s length. The car windows fogged, leather seats creaking under their frenzy.
Her mind screamed stop, but her body chased the extreme high, the peril of footsteps crunching gravel nearby only spiking her arousal higher.
Chapter 3: Ravaged in the Rear
“Out. Trunk,” Riley grunted, pulling from her mouth with a pop, strings of spit connecting them. Elena scrambled, dress hiked, stockings laddered from Jax’s nails. The night air bit her exposed skin, carrying the earthy tang of the nearby lake, distant waves lapping like teasing whispers.
They popped the tailgate. She lay back on the carpeted trunk bed, legs splayed, core aching emptily. Jax climbed in first, yanking her hips to the edge. “Beg for this cock, Prof.”
“Please… fuck me raw. Make it hurt.” Her voice broke, heels digging into felt as he thrust in—deep, stretching her walls with brutal possession. The slap of flesh rang out, her breasts bouncing free from lace.
Riley watched, stroking himself. “Extreme fucktoy right here.” He grabbed her foot, nyloned sole arched, red toes peeking. Bringing it to his lips, he sucked through the sheer fabric—salty sweat mingling with silk. Elena gasped, the dual invasion shattering her. “God, your mouth… on my feet while he wrecks me…”
Mia filmed close, giggling. “Kink central. Zoom on that toe-sucking.”
Jax pounded harder, grunting with each hilt-deep plunge, her juices coating his balls. Sweat slicked their bodies, the trunk a cocoon of musk and moans. Elena’s nails clawed carpet, orgasm building like a storm—clenching, pulsing around him until she shattered, squirting messily onto leather.
“Fuck!” Jax roared, flooding her depths. He withdrew, cum oozing, mixing with her release. Riley took his place seamlessly, flipping her onto knees. Rear entry—deeper angle, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.
“Take it all,” he growled, hand fisting her hair. He rutted like a beast, feet play forgotten as her soles flexed in ecstasy. Mia’s free hand pinched Elena’s nipple, twisting until tears pricked.
Another peak crashed through her, walls milking Riley until he erupted, painting her insides with hot spurts. She collapsed, quivering, the extreme overload leaving limbs jelly. Cum trickled down thighs, staining fresh stockings she’d grabbed from the glovebox—always prepared now, her shameful routine.
“Clean up, Mommy Dearest,” Mia cooed. “Liam’s texting.”
Chapter 4: Detour to Decadence
But they weren’t done. “Hotel across the quad. Suite’s booked,” Jax announced, zipping up. Elena blinked through post-orgasm haze, protesting weakly. “I have to get back—”
“Move.” Riley bundled her in, driving now, her slumped in passenger seat, dress askew. The campus hotel loomed—glass facade hiding velvet sins. They hustled her through a service entrance, elevator ride thick with tension, her scent of sex heavy.
Suite door clicked shut. Dim lamps glowed on king bed, champagne chilling ironicly. New scene: This was their twist, dragging her to luxury for contrast. Mia ordered room service—ignored—as Jax stripped her bare. “Shower first. Then round two.”
Hot water cascaded, steam fogging mirrors. They joined, soaping her curves—Riley’s hands kneading breasts, Jax between legs, fingers probing tender folds. “Still leaking our loads,” he murmured, taste salty on his tongue as he knelt, lapping her clean.
Elena sagged against tiles, water pounding like heartbeats. “This is too extreme… I can’t keep—ah!” Mia’s strap-on appeared from a bag—thick, veined silicone. Bent over sink, Elena took it, mirror reflecting her debasement: mouth agape, brunette strands plastered, while Riley fed her his reviving cock.
Jax watched, then claimed her ass—lube slick, slow breach turning savage. Double filled, she wailed, the burn-pleasure fusion pushing her to delirium. Grunts, slaps, water’s hiss—senses drowned. “Fuck her holes!” Mia commanded, thrusting.
Orgasms chained—extreme multiples, body convulsing, squirting onto porcelain. They painted her face, chest, marking territory. Exhausted, Elena curled on sheets, aftershocks rippling. Riley traced her spine tenderly, a rare softness. “You need this chaos as much as we do.”
Guilt resurfaced—Liam’s voicemails piling. But in this glow, vulnerability bonded them oddly, her whispering confessions of marital drought, their tales of dead-end jobs fueling her thrill.
Chapter 5: Echoes of Excess
Dawn crept through curtains as Elena slipped away, makeup renewed, dress steamed in bathroom. Cum dried crusty under panties, thighs raw—a badge of her extreme surrender. Back in the garage, her Audi purred toward the hall, phone buzzing.
Liam: Where were u? Great night! Drinks? 🔥
She replied smoothly: Work snag, darling. Home soon. So proud. Parking, she reapplied lipstick, legs wobbling. The gala afterparty thrummed—laughter, clinking glasses. Liam spotted her, hugging tight. “You okay? Look flushed.”
“Just the wine,” she lied, inhaling his clean scent, so unlike their musk. They chatted—future plans, her lectures—normalcy a fragile veil. Every shift, she felt it: Stickiness seeping, ache pulsing, memories replaying—the boot’s grit, toe-sucks’ wet pull, hotel’s overwhelming fullness.
Night deepened. Homebound train rattled, Elena alone in first class. Fingers slipped under skirt, circling clit furtively. Extreme visions replayed: Their dominance cracking her facade, pleasure so raw it bordered pain. She came quietly, biting lip, passenger oblivious.
Bed that night, husband snoring beside, she woke throbbing. Hand delving, chasing echoes—deeper, harder climaxes than years with him. Tomorrow? More texts, demands. But anticipation coiled already, her posh world fracturing deliciously. She was theirs now, body owning the truth her mind resisted. The crave? Insatiable.
In the quiet, Elena smiled into darkness—ruin never felt so alive. 💋
