1. Going Back to School - Part 1


    Date: 3/31/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Erotica, Female Domination, Group Sex, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, School, Threesome, Written by women, Author: Blackeyes24, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

    streams of hot cum hitting the back of my throat and losing count as I thought about the streams of hot cum shooting into my pussy. When both cocks stopped twitching inside of me I rolled away from both men and onto my back. I couldn’t believe I had just done that. I had fantasized about it for years but never thought I would actually go through with it. I certainly didn’t think I would do it with two boys I met in a parking garage. “What time is it?” I panted. Thom responded again, “Six forty” “Ok,” I said as I sat up. “Time for me to get ready for class.” I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the shower, closing the bathroom door behind me. I stepped into the hot stream of water, letting it sluice down my body. Thom had graciously provided all the items necessary for me to wash my hair and clean up. I poured the body wash onto the loofa and ran it over my breasts and down my flat abs reliving the moment the boys had cum in me simultaneously. Finally I was clean and walked back out wrapped in a towel to reclaim my clothes. Both boys had gotten dressed and Thom was straightening up the place. “I’ll see you boys next week?” I questioned. Both nodded eagerly in response. “Good, I’ve got something fun in mind.” With that I got dressed and left for class. Chapter 8 I had dressed with care that morning knowing I would be seeing Professor Hughs that night. I had chosen skin tight black leggings and a sweater dress that stopped just below my ass. I paired calf height ...
    leather boots with a silver chain belt and silver hoop earrings. I didn’t know why I felt the need to bother, he was a professor after all. He was probably married, though I had noted he didn’t wear a ring. Still something about him set my insides on fire every time I thought about him. My memo had taken forever to write because I kept getting distracted as I thought about the way his jean clung to his ass. The tweed blazer seemed like a façade. I couldn’t help but picture him in jeans and a skin tight t-shirt. Or even better nothing at all. The way he had entered the classroom and immediately taken charge led me to believe he was dominant. I kept imagining him calling me up to speak with him after class. Once all the other students had left he would grasp me roughly from behind, bending me over the desk at the front of the room. He would clasp my hands behind my back as he leaned over and whispered in my ear “Go ahead, tell me you don’t want it.” “I can’t,” I would say. I’ve wanted it from the moment you walked in the room last week.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to fuck me!” I’d groan. “Not good enough,” he’d say tightening his grip on my wrists as he pressed his erection against my ass. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to you to fuck me here, NOW! Please!” I would beg. “Still not good enough.” He would slip a hand between my thighs rubbing back and forth, noting the very wet spot in the crotch of my leggings. “Tell me what you want!” Breathing heavy, the aching ...
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