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He was put on suspension and received notice from the
disciplinary chancellor of the college that he was now in review. Marcus
Henning never realized the implications of the college prank that he
pulled on two professors would be put him in such a serious predicament.
“All we did was put a couple firecrackers in a guy’s car” he told his
coach. “That’s it.” He was told by the coach it was caught on tape. The
guy they did it to was the disciplinary chancellor’s husband.
A prick by nature it had been rumored he was sleeping in a separate
bedroom each night either way. No one cared for the guy; not even his
wife. Not a soul cared for his tactics or his demeanor; not even his
family it was said.
They laughed. They all laughed. Even the coach found it hilarious, but
couldn’t let Marcus know that. Everyone found it funny as hell. The car
was the stupidest car in the world. Only a nerd would drive a car as dumb
as his. He was a class A, Number 1 nerd.
The chancellor at one time was too. Then she discovered fashion. Then she
discovered makeup. Then she discovered flair. Then she discovered the
beauty of stylish clothing. Finally she discovered the true beauty of
exercise. Then she discovered boys again. Once she discovered all that
life took off for her.
6 pm he was to be at her office. He arrived at the chancellor’s office at
5:50 pm. He was instructed by her secretary he was to meet her at a
downtown café inside the illustrious Berkshire Place. It was a five star
hotel with all the gold trimmings.
Dressed in his best slacks, a newly ironed white oxford shirt, and a
recently pressed blazer, Marcus put on the added touches. He wore a dab of
a friend’s aftershave and brushed his teeth twice before leaving that
afternoon. “Looking good” he told himself with an air of confidence.
“Gonna impress the bitch” he told himself as he left the athletic complex.
His complex was for athletes only. His complex consisted of the top
performers in each sport. Across the street were the women athletes. With
all that went on there weren’t too many excursions into the partying
world. Life became boring. Something had to be done. Firecrackers in an
odd looking car of the husband of the disciplinary chancellors seemed to
do the trick one night. Only not too many knew that he was her husband.
Oops... big mistake! Or was it actually?
Arriving at the café he didn’t see her. She wasn’t around. An attractive
younger lady around his age came towards him. She asked him as she checked
out the dapper attire he had on if he was so and so. Smiling and returning
the favor his eyes circulated across the cute waitress in her cute outfit
that he was. She loved what she saw. He loved what he saw. She loved that
chest. He loved her tits. She loved his shoulders. He loved her trim
waistline. She loved his smile. He loved her lips. It went on and on.
He read the note. 6 pm sharp it said. Looking at her he smiled. “See ya
later maybe?” She smiled and nodded. He ran out. He ran the stairs. He
arrived at the tenth floor. He ran down the corridor. Huffing and puffing,
he knocked. She asked who it was. In a curt tone she said he was late. He
said he knew and apologized.
“Come in” she said. He opened the door. Inside she sat. She faced away
from him. She appeared to be contemplating. On the chair facing away from
him she wore one of her usual suits.
A short fashionable grey skirt, it was tight. It came up about 4 inches
off her knees. Her blazer was cut along her winding figure. Underneath was
a white blouse adorned with ruffles. Margaret Zinger knew her subject. She
knew what he liked. She knew what he was capable of doing. She liked this
subject.
“Sit down Marcus.” She turned and peered into his eyes.
He was nervous. That was good. She told him to relax. “Marcus today is a
lucky day. I’m going to cut you a break. I’ve decided to have you
reinstated.” He tried to smile. He thanked her. “But Marcus” she began
pausing to let him think on it all. “You are going to perform campus
services for me.”
His eyes displayed a general curiosity. He didn’t understand. He asked
what that would be. Margaret stood up. She turned away from him. She
walked to the window which looked out over the city and the faraway
campus.
Marcus watched her body. He began noticing the details of her tight suit
and how it addressed her curvaceous mature figure cleverly as she walked
away from him. He stood up maintaining his stare upon her upper body,
hips, nice looking ass underneath her tight skirt, and well maintained
legs.
“Sit down Marcus” she said not even looking his way. He eased back in to
the chair. “Marcus” and she paused as she continued staring out over the
city. She threw his thoughts into a tailspin. “When was the last time you
were with an older woman?”
The look on his face said it all. She didn’t even have to look back at
him. She confused him. She scared the heck out of him. She was a woman to
be reckoned with. He knew that all too well. He had heard stories.
Margaret didn’t turn around. She stood almost motionless. Her arms rose
up. She began undoing her blazer. He couldn’t see what she was doing. She
let it hang open. He was nervous. He already had realized how nice a
figure the woman had. Margaret for her age had one helluva a figure. It
was a so much better then most ever realized.
“Marcus” she said as she turned away from the window to face him “I’m sure
you find my figure attractive... right?” She smiled faintly.
There was only one answer to her question. Putting on his infamous
charismatic smile which was as false as they came, Marcus faked out the
chancellor. He nodded his head yes. He even let it be known in a sincere
sounding reply. Marcus let her see the “honest to goodness” look in his
eyes.
But truth be told, Marcus’ eyes had begun bulging after she turned around.
He saw the definition surrounding her bosoms earlier on when she wore the
blazer buttoned up. Her blazer fit her comfortably. Her blazer took on a
sexy sensuous appearance from how he saw it. The outline of her boobs was
highly noticeable through her blazer. They were large. They were
wholesome. They were succulent. Marcus let a brief thought pop into his
head.
“I could suck on those boobs all day long.” He scolded himself afterwards.
“But I could... I really could.”
“Good... good Marcus I’m glad you and I see the same thing in one another.
You are a fine looking young man. 22 years old, right” she asked. He
nodded confirming his age. “Good very good. Do you have any idea how old I
am?” He shook his head no.
Once she slipped off the blazer and pitched it towards the arm of the
chair her wholesome bosoms began taking shape. The ruffled blouse’s
slimming design enhanced her mature form.
She watched him. She liked what she was seeing. His eyes spanned along her
full-grown silhouette. She saw and appreciated the approval in his eyes.
Her soul smiled. She was becoming more satisfied with every turn. Seeing
his eyes, seeing his face told her everything. Her young subject was the
one to reap the benefits of her long held desires.
Without showing too much endorsement of what was to come, the chancellor
read between the lines. “Good very good” she thought. “He likes what he
sees. I’ve spent enough hours getting this body in shape for an
opportunity like this.”
For the first time she let it be known she was pleased with his presence.
A smile settled on her. He gradually became more comfortable with his
predicament once he saw her smile. However it was time to begin teasing
him a little more. Simply by undoing the bow of her blouse she’d carefully
study his reactions. Her smile remained faint. She wouldn’t let it expand.
Her eyes sparkled, but Marcus never noticed. He watched her with
heightened anticipation.
“Do you enjoy women’s lingerie Marcus?” Of course, he did as all men would
do. He nodded. “Did you like the young lady who delivered my message to?”
His reply was delayed. “It is fine with me if you say yes.” She hoped for
a positive response. “I’m sure she would love to have you. She is one
attractive young lady is she not?” He knew somehow he was being set up. He
nodded regardless.
“Do you want to know to know something about the young woman?” He didn’t
indicate to the chancellor one way or the other his preferences. She took
it upon herself to assume he would love knowing a tidbit about her niece.
“From what I’ve learned about the young lady, she loves sex. She loves it
in many various forms Marcus.” Margaret’s tone was sultry. Her voice was
deeper. Her tone was intoxicating. “From what my sources have told me she
will go on exciting wild binges with men, older men and take them on the
rides of their lives, but I’ve come to understand a couple of other things
about the young woman as well. Would you like to know what those are
Marcus?”
His face piqued with intense curiosity. He didn’t smile, but he nodded
indicating he wanted to know.
“I thought you’d like to know.” She smiled more then before. “The young
lady enjoys dabbling in girl on girl adventures. That’s rather interesting
to me. I’ve considered what that would feel like.” Margaret smiled. “Oh
and I shouldn’t forget this last point. She loves athletes with a
penchant. Big, burly, tall white athletes drive her wild Marcus...
wouldn’t you consider yourself one of those?”
Marcus smiled relieved to know he could think of that girl as a helluva
good fuck.
“By the way Marcus it is alright telling you this because for future
reference” and then the chancellor winked “that young lady... she’s my
niece. She’s my goddaughter too.”
“Ohhh shit” he said to himself. His eyes showed his reaction to her last
remark.
“Yep” I bet you’re saying something like ‘oh shit’ right?”
He nodded forcing a smile. She winked. She told him it was okay.
“Me Marcus...I too love good sex.”
She unbuttoned her blouse further. He studied her closely. Her eyes
studied him closely.
He gulped. He watched. He became more aroused. He was very curious as to
what lingerie lie beneath her blouse. She smiled deviously while she
watched him watch her intently. She unbuttoned her blouse some more.
What was that underneath? His hands seemed to be grabbing the arms of the
chair. It was something black. It was one piece. It was lacy and black.
“Oh shit.” It was heaving up her boobs hence creating a vision unto
itself. A deep chasm developed beneath whatever that was she wore
underneath her blouse. “Oh god... oh shit” he thought as his bulging eyes
blinked twice. Her cleavage line was so deep, so thick and luscious it was
inconceivable that this woman could be as sexy as she actually was. Marcus
began seeing her as one wild woman. He told himself that now he knew for
sure he could dive in and nibble on those tits all day long. He was
fixated on her inspiring and elevated bosoms. She was majestic. She was
amazing. This was going to be amazing!
“I can tell that you love how this looks on me can’t you?”
He nodded. He didn’t speak. His eyes were glued to her upper body. It
amazed him that a woman of her stature and her age could possibly be so
beautiful, so sexy even.
She pulled the blouse from her skirt. Running her hands strategically
across her slender tummy, Margaret closed her eyes. She imagined him
holding her close against him. She imagined him without his shirt on. She
envisioned him without his pants on. She pictured him pulling her firmly
against his powerful frame and feeling something bulging, pressing against
the small of her back.
Margaret mumbled sensuous sounds. He watched intently. They were tender
sounds. She smiled affectionately. He watched her. Her hands moved
gracefully. Her movements were slow. He watched her every movement. She
heightened his senses gradually. Marcus realized he was sifting anxiously
in the chair. He felt himself stiffening. He felt a tingling in his
trousers. He felt the piercing pangs become stronger. Watching continue to
caress her body only worsened his feelings. He now found himself wanting
to stand up, step towards her, and put his arms around the woman.
His hand moved over his crotch. Her eyes were closed. She did not see him.
He heard her utter similar sounds again. Her eyes opened momentarily. She
thought she had seen him rubbing his crotch. He was looking away from her.
He was looking towards the projection of his hardening cock. Her eyes
watched his hands. She smiled.
“Mmmmm Marcus” she asked quietly “is it ready now?”
He looked up. Marcus was surprised he was caught attending to his engorged
cock. She asked him again. He nodded. She began slipping off her blouse.
His eyes were mesmerized by the sumptuous beauty before him. Her eyes were
warm. But her eyes displayed something he couldn’t figure out.
She was ready for it all. Margaret walked around his chair. She whispered
something in his ear. He looked up. She heard him take a deep breath. She
smiled. Bending over, her hands came to rest on his chest. Slowly they
slid down over his muscular pecs. He heard her mumble something.
She felt them. “Mmmmm” he heard her say. Her hands slithered back over
them. “Mmmm” she said quietly. They slipped back towards them stopping to
toy with them. “Mmmmm ohhhh Marcus, Marcus” she said almost inaudibly. Her
index and middle fingers played with the fat limp nipples on his chest.
“Ooooohh ohhhh Marcus I’ve never felt anything so... well I can’t imagine
how these could be soooo large. Ohhhh wow Marcus ohhhhh” she said
emphatically. “Mmmm oooohh” she crooned again.
All logic had left him. Where it was he had no idea. She smelled great.
She looked incredible. Her hands felt amazing against his chest. “Ohhhh
wow” he said quite loudly.
“Yes... Yes I agree with you. I totally have to agree with you.”
She bent over. She kissed the back of his neck. She whispered in his ear.
She told him to do something. He did exactly as she requested. Slowly the
blazer came off. She took it from him. One by one he undid a button. She
kissed his neck again.
“Mmmmm even you smell terrific” she said. She kissed him again on the
neck. His head arched backwards. Her hands careened through his thick wavy
hair. “Oooohh I do love your hair Marcus.”
“Keep doing it then” he thought. “Keep running your hands through it. I
love that. But I loved when you ran your fingers over my nips too” he
thought.
With his shirt unbuttoned, she reached over. Margaret pulled it open. She
whispered something else in his ear. “Have you ever felt you needed to cum
when a woman, a young lady kisses your chest?”
He shook his head no, telling her no too.
“Well I don’t want you too yet. I want to save that for later.”
He turned to look at her. She wore a distinctive smile. Her desires were
on him. He tightened up. Her thoughts were saying “If only you knew
Marcus, if only you knew.” He smiled uncomfortably. She walked around in
front of him. Her frame seemed taller. She appeared more majestic then
before. She seemed more sensuous then earlier. Her thick brushed hairdo
was distinguished. Her eyes radiated with desire. Her bosoms lured him
inward. Ascending upwards from within that black lace bustier she wore
beneath the blouse lived and breathed her redemption.
“Come to me” they called out to Marcus. “Stand and deliver yourself
Marcus. Pull me forward. Pull me towards you. Pull me against you” they
cried out to him. His eyes locked on to her chest. Her sumptuous majestic
boobs with its rupturing cleavage appealing to his every desire had been
screaming out his name.
“Yes Marcus that’s it” she said quietly. There was a purpose in her voice.
There was life growing in her tone. There was a lost craving for the touch
of a man who could provide her with the gratification she had dreamt of
for months.
She never cared about his car. She too thought it was a piece of crap.
Hearing someone practically destroyed it with a few simple firecrackers
was a godsend. “Yes thank you for delivering this young man to me” she
finally told herself. An athlete with a history, an athlete with the charm
of a public relations director, and an athlete who never backed down along
with the sexual drive of a lion was the luckiest thing she could have come
across.
Suddenly he looked into her bosoms. All of a sudden he looked into her
eyes. Out of no where a smile settled upon his face. A hand came forward.
She took the hand. The hand took hers. He lowered her hand, hence her
body, to her knees. She went willingly. He was glad. He was horny. She was
excited. She wanted him to have her.
“Do you want me” she said softly. Marcus nodded. “I want you too.” Marcus
only saw her cresting bosoms. “Take me” she whispered. “I want you to have
me” she added.
“I want you too” he thought looking into her deep chasm. It was luxurious.
She was opulent. He looked further. She was so wholesome, so slender, and
so fit for a woman her age but Margaret was more. “God I’m horny. God
you’re sexy. God I need this” he said aloud.
“I do too Marcus. I do too” she said.
Her eyes closed. He reached towards her. He pulled her in. She was
amazing. Closer she came. She aroused his every emotion. He began to feel
the plush flesh. She heard an unusual sound. Marcus had taken a deep
breath of air.
“Ohhh yes Marcus yes” she said under her breath. “Take them, kiss them,
kiss me Marcus kiss me all you care too” and he did. He kissed the top of
her breasts, the insides of her visible cleavage, and he kissed along the
outside of her boobs as well. Louder she became. “Yes ohh yes Marcus
yes... that is soooo ohh soooo yes” she began unable to find the right
words.
“Mmmmm feel my cock” he pleaded between kisses. She grabbed his crotch.
She felt his engorged cresting manhood. She moaned with great pleasure.
“Yes oh god yes Margaret... harder squeeze harder” he demanded. She did.
He groaned while kissing her tits more passionately.
She pulled his head against her more firmly. “Yes oh that’s more beautiful
then anything” she called out. Margaret reached below. She reached beneath
her. She unzipped her skirt. He pulled up. He helped pull it off.
His eyes popped out of his head. Her legs, they were as lavish as any
girls on campus; better then many girls he’s known. He looked up. His
expression said it all. She smiled. She winked. He ran his hands over her
thighs. She leaned back. She moaned quietly. His hands felt so nice
against her rich flesh.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. She knelt straight up. He sat up
straight. She gazed upon his healthy chest. She cooed, leaned forward, and
began stroking it with her moist fuller lips. He leaned back pulling her
with him. She kissed and kissed and kissed it. He uttered all kinds of
sounds.
He wanted it off. He wanted his slacks off. He wanted them both naked. He
wanted her to suck him off. He wanted to eat her pussy. With or without
hair it would not matter. She had his soul and he wasn’t letting her let
go of it.
“Do whatever you want” he told her “whatever you want.”
“I will” she came back just as quietly.
He unbuckled his belt. She helped him slide them off. His cock swelled
underneath his underwear. She leaned down. She didn’t care. She bit into
it regardless that he had them on. She looked up.
She mouthed the words “I want it. I want it now.” He understood. She stood
up. She took his hand. She led him towards the expansive divan. Escorting
him over, she stopped him and began to slide off his underwear. He stopped
her. He wasn’t sure he was ready.
She froze. He watched her react. He whispered something. She looked up. “I
would too if I had a huge one like yours Marcus. And if I was a lonely man
but you aren’t. You aren’t a man who gets lonely.” He shook his head yes
as if he did often get lonely. “Marcus... we must change all that. I’ll
change that for you. I promise you I will.”
She loved it that he played with it. She loved the idea he spent time
holding his cock, stroking his cock, stroking it until it became hard and
erect like she imagined. Masturbating was magical. Jacking off one’s own
cock intrigued her. The idea aroused her every emotion.
She wondered what it would look watching a man holding his cock, stroking
his cock, and finally jerking it so wildly that it shot cum all over... up
in to oblivion. “Yes Marcus I’m going to tell you a secret sometime soon.”
“You masturbate too?”
She nodded adding to the smile on her face, but she had another secret
too. “Michael would you do me a favor?” As horny as he was he was willing
to do anything. “Close your eyes” she told him. “Close them and listen to
the peacefulness around you. Hear me breathing. Hear my breath and then
reach inside and hold your... hold your cock for me.”
He closed his eyes, listened to the silence, heard her breathing, and
slipped his hand underneath his underwear. “Keep them closed. Tell me what
you’re feeling now”
He began to describe the feeling. He tried describing the exhilaration it
brought to him. He heard her breathing change. It sped up. It was sharp.
He heard her utter superlatives. Her voice fascinated him. Suddenly he
groaned. Suddenly he swore. Suddenly she pulled them off. Suddenly she
took control.
Marcus opened his eyes. He watched as her stately manicured fingers
adroitly handled his erection. He watched her eyes study the beauty of his
powerful erection. He felt it throbbing intensely. He wondered if she
could feel it in the palm of her hand. It was so intense. He groaned. His
back arched. He loved how she handled him. He adored how she handled his
cock.
“Ohhh man Jesus Christ that is so wild. This is incredible.”
He opened his eyes. She was leaning over him. Her mouth was about to do
something. Her tongue surfaced. It swirled around his shaft. He swore
again arching his back.
Margaret was beside herself. It seemed to last forever. Swirling and
twirling her tongue up and down and around his thick elongated shaft. His
hands gripped the chair. His legs knocked together in succession. He
pumped himself forward into her mouth. She gagged. She continued on.She
stopped and gloriousness met its destiny. She began removing her bustier.
He watched as the mystical bosoms and erect nipples entered his world for
full consumption. Smiling she told him in a quiet voice to feel them, to
do as he pleased, and to kiss and suck on them for as long as he wished.
That’s exactly what the young Marcus did.
He pulled at her. He pulled at them. He sucked them. He tried as best he
could to swallow her large mature tits. He did everything possible to
please himself, to please her.
For Margaret it was salvation. Never had her nerdy husband ever provided
her with such lustful satisfaction like Marcus consumed her tits. Never
did her husband display the hunger, the thirst which Marcus had towards
her boobs. Never did her geeky husband attack her in the sexual manner
with which Marcus aggressively advanced on her refreshing bosoms.
Her desires grew stronger. She ached for it all. Knowing too well she
would not receive the foreplay she could with an older more experienced
gent, she desired only the basics – what he was doing already, what he
could do throughout her thighs, licking her cunt, fingering her cunt, and
as he might call it, the good old standby of fucking with every ounce of
energy she could muster that day.
With her back arching more and more her cries went from inaudible to
whispers to calling for him to kiss and suck her thighs, lick her pussy,
and finally finger it to commence actually fucking her horny swollen cunt.
But Marcus did something extraordinary. Marcus did something unexpected.
He pulled off her panties, he flipped her over, he kissed the backs of her
thick bold mature thighs, and he proceeded forward, upward and onward.
Marcus kissed them with pleasure. He sucked them lustfully. He began
nibbling each with a consuming fervor. Her ass cheeks were mesmerizing and
inviting. Their shape and soundness drew him in. He had to have them. He
must have them.
Suddenly she felt something unusual. She popped her head up with surprise.
She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Was it real? “Ohhh my lord
Marcus... ohhh Marcus” she called out. Her eyes bulged. A distant smile
settled briefly. “Ooohh Marcus, Marcus” she called out. Her back arched.
His cock slid between her cheeks. She mumbled some soothing appreciation
for his uninvited entrance into that locale. “Mmmm... Do that again” she
asked excitedly. Please will... you do...ohhh... that again?”
He did it again. He went deeper. He smiled pleasurably. He hoped she’d
enjoy it. She obviously did. He said something to her. She loved the
compliment. He told her he loved her butt cheeks. He told her he could
bite them off, nibble on them all day, and come back easily for more if
she wanted. She smiled forever in her heart. She knew she wanted this
young man again. She knew she’d call on him later on. She began to
understand many things.
He was good. He was fantastic.
He pulled her up. On all fours she felt him go inside. He propelled it
forcefully. She jolted forward. She moaned pleasurably. He thrust himself
again. Again she cried out pleasurably. She felt its forcefulness. Her
eyes closed. Her desires opened up to the world.
“I love sex” she called out.
“I do too” he told himself. He propelled himself inside her again.
“Ohhhh god I love this” she squealed. It was good. He was good. His cock
inside her was good. “Ohhh do it again. Do it more. Don’t stop Marcus” she
pleaded.
He smiled. “I won’t. You know I won’t.” She knew. He redeemed himself. He
was easily reinstated to the team. He didn’t even think about it. He was
having way too much fun with this.
He shoved himself forward quickly. “Ohhhhhhh... ohhhh Marcus yes Marcus
yes.”
He loved how her swollen pussy felt against his cock. He was amazed at her
willingness, her apparent youthful desire, and how her body begged for
more and more. He felt it. He sensed it. He saw it.
She flipped him. She put him on his back. It surprised even him. She
wanted it. She wanted badly. She mounted him. Her boobs hung in balance.
Her nipples paid attention. Her eyes were full of purpose. Her face showed
him what she yearned for.
The disciplinary chancellor gave way to exacting all forms of pleasure
possible. There was no discipline that day. All there was that day was
adulterated carnal sex. Yes all that day brought for her was a well
constructed athlete whose history included various but always mischievous
endeavors to sororities or female dorms. It was almost too difficult to
keep a running record, but it would not matter.
No it didn’t. That day was hers. That day was his. That day was theirs to
share for a lifetime of memories for the remainder of their lives. What he
did was minor to what he was doing for her. Ecstasy filled her soul.
Desire filled her veins. Lust filled her heart. Nothing would stop her
now. Nothing whatsoever could stop her now.
Her eyes closed as she slipped down over the throbbing erection. His eyes
closed feeling the warmth and the wetness encompassing his cock. He
groaned. She moaned. He reached up. She sensed his hands. Together they
placed them against her swollen tits.
“Ohhh lord that feels great” she cried out. He had squeezed them. She
loved how passionately he pulled at them. He felt them. He squeezed again.
He loved them.
“Yes they do” he agreed. “Oh god... Ohhh man yes they do.”
She smiled. She moaned. She breathed deeply. She rose up. She moaned
louder. She dropped quickly. She squealed again only louder. He pushed
against her, they moved in unison, they fucked harder, and her tits danced
with delight.
“Wow your tits are incredible” he told her.
“So are you Marcus... ohh ohhh” she cried out suddenly. “Ahhh ahhhh ohh
ohhh yes thank you Marcus thank you. Ahhh ohhh ahhhh ahhh ohhh yes, yes
that’s sooo....”
He turned her sideways. He slid in behind her. He shoved his cock in and
she began squealing, screaming. She was close. He could tell. He knew she
was close to climaxing.
“Cum bitch cum” he whispered. He reached in. He grabbed her tits again.
She didn’t mind being called a bitch. “That’s it baby ohh yeah harder,
harder baby yeah.”
She clawed the divan. Holding on with dear life and praying for a quick
climatic conclusion, Margaret squealed and screamed joyously. She loved
his body against her. She loved his cock pounding her pussy. She loved his
adventurous nature. She loved it all.
She wanted to tell him her secret. There would be time.
“Ohhhh god yes Marcus” and she flipped on her backside.
She wanted it the old fashion way. He entered one last time. He banged and
bruised her up. Squealing, moaning, and calling out the others name
enjoyably these two unlikely individuals fulfilled the others dreams.
“Pull out now... now” she demanded and suddenly he saw something so wild
he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Oh wow... damn... geez ohh... shit” he exclaimed.
She climaxed. She screamed a gratifying scream. Her pussy started shooting
it out. Like a fire hydrant it gushed out quickly. It was amazing. It was
defining. There he stood untapped, but he brought one of the schools top
administrative personnel to a joyous fulfilling conclusion, and Marcus
would forever be in her good graces.
He watched as she gushed. She smiled and occasionally winced. He brought
her happiness that day. She wanted him. She wanted his body. She needed
comfort, but knew deep inside he was only a tool. Tools don’t receive the
love humans and dogs receive. No unfortunately they don’t.
But for Marcus, he was proud. He did himself proud. He did her proud. He
did his university proud. But he looked down. Unspent, still erect, he was
still unsatisfied
“Come here.”
He lowered himself against her warm bosoms. They felt nice. He heard her
moan gently. She whispered something to him. He sat up. He couldn’t
believe his ears. She nodded confirming what she had said.
“No way” he replied.
Smiling she nodded again. “Do you like that fact?” He wasn’t sure he did.
“Oh come on now Marcus, think of all the opportunities you could have. Me,
you together like this? Your cock slapping my tits, your cock testing the
waters of my ass,” and she winked playfully “and you and I doing the same
things we did here today. And all you have to do is slip out some nights,
walk through those woods, and when you see the pool lights on you can come
on in.”
“Really” he asked. “You mean it? You live right behind us... through the
woods?” She nodded a third time. “Ohh god” he responded. He looked down at
his hard cock. She kept him horny and hard.
She watched him. She looked down at it. “Jack off and cum on me will you
honey?” She touched it. “Mmmm please” she begged. He grabbed it. It didn’t
take long. She was a vision of loveliness. Her tits were inspiring. Her
figure was flawless for her age.
Her eyes were enticing. Everything seemed enticing. He closed his eyes. He
was closer and closer. His back arched. He felt himself at the pinnacle of
exploding.
Suddenly she squealed excitedly. It shot towards her. It splashed in her
face. It splashed against her lips. She quickly opened her mouth. It
splashed against her tongue. It unloaded forcefully. She continued
squealing hungrily.
Life was not only good that day... it was incredible. Wiping herself off
she sat up and smiled. Whispering to him she told him he was reinstated.
“Well I hope so” he joked. “For all I just did, we just did, you’d think I
would be.”
She smiled, winked, and leaned forward. “You come over next week after
practice, after you’re done studying... we’ll do something like this
again. Oh and I’m going to introduce you to some one too.”
He dressed and walked out a happy man.
She drew a warm bath and lay down recalling the moments she spent fucking
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