a saturday night
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Posted:Apr 10, 2007 12:15 am
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It was a hot Saturday afternoon and as Ann sat in her living room wondering how she would kill the afternoon and evening since her boy-friend Tom had gone up to the mountains fishing, she decided that she might as well make her weekly trip to the supermarket for groceries. She decided that there was no need to change clothes as she was wearing a mini-skirt and a light pull over. The fact that she had nothing underneath did not bother her as she rarely wore undies anyway. While she was locking up the doors of the house, she remembered the day she had met Jenny and the time they had afterward. "Not today." she thought to herself, "I will never have that kind of chance encounter again anyway." These thoughts did not leave, however, as Ann drove the five blocks to the market. Even as she parked the car and went into the market, she kept remembering her first contact with Jenny and the raw excitement of her first sexual contact with another woman. The thought still remained with her as she strolled the asiles with the squeeking shopping cart. This being the third week-end of the month, there were relatively few shoppers during the afternoon. Ann was, in a way, relieved by this fact so she took her mind off sex and continued her rounds, picking up needed items. As she approached the check-out counter, Ann noticed a very heavy-set woman in her late thirties standing next to her. This woman was about 5'2" and appeared to weigh well over 200 pounds, and as she was not a person who appeared to be what one would call overly sexy looking, Ann decided to strike up a conversation. "Real hot out there today." Ann commented to the large lady. "It sure is. I don't mind doing the shopping here today, though, "cause I don't have an A/C at home, only a swamp cooler, " replied the lady. "My old man is too cheap to put in an A/C and would rather spend his money in those damn bars down on Van Buren St.. Sorry, I'm complaining again, this is one of my worst faults. It's just when I'm hot and sweating, I get a bit out of sorts." "I know what you mean", replied Ann, "I get that way myself on occasion but I do have a cool house and that really makes a difference." As she said this, an idea popped into Ann's head. Here was a possibly lonely housewife who might appreciate a cool glass of iced tea in a cool house and she would be someone to talk to to while-away the afternoon that promised to be very boring otherwise. "Pardon me for being so foreward, but if you would like, why don't you come over to my place nearby and have a glass of iced tea and chat for a while, that is if you have the time?" Ann really was not expecting to receive an affirmative reply and so was surprised when the lady answered, "If you really mean that, I would be ever so happy to visit for a while." "Let me introduce myself, my name is Julie Peterson and I live out in West Glendale, married to a used car salesman and I have two . That's just about it, how about you ?" "I'm Ann Smithfield, single with a live-in boyfriend in the construction field and no . OK, you follow my red Mustang and we will be there in about three minutes, " replied Ann as the went to the parking lot. The drive to Ann's house was short and uneventful. When they arrived, Julie helped Ann carry the purchases into the small wooden frame row house and at Ann's suggestion, Julie seated herself in the living room while Ann poured some of her special Chinese iced tea. As the two women talked, Ann examined her new-found friend. Julie was all of 200 pounds with some to spare. She had very large thighs and an extremly generous bust. She did not, however, have a protruding belly but was sort of round all the way around. This was in sharp contrast to Ann who was 5'6" and the classic shape of 33-22-34. Regardless of the difference between the two, Ann felt rather comfortable with Julie, and this started Ann thinking again. Julie also appeared quite confortable and she talked away about the heat, her , her bar-hopping husband, and her life in general. Ann followed the conversation and told about her life, excluding her sexual adventures, and her boy friend Tom and his fishing trips. Both women agreed that at times, men could be rather distant and thus cause the women folk great periods of boredom. Also in contrast to Ann, Julie was dressed in a loose pull- over blouse and a medium length skirt which was below her knees when standing but pulled up a bit when she sat down. As she leaned foreward to take a sip of tea, Ann could see into the blouse and observed the large, unsupported, breasts moving about. This again started Ann thinking and this time she was not able to halt the thoughts completely. Ann realized with a start that this woman sitting in her living room had turned her on without realizing it.As the conversation progressed, Ann was busy trying to come up with an idea which would lead to a discussion of sex. Then she knew. "You say that Charlie, your husband is always away at the bars, dosen't this, shall we say, preclude much of a sex life?" asked Ann. "You bet it does. The last time Charlie fooled around was so long ago I don't remember when. I guess that it is because I am so over-weight that he doesn't find me stimulating. Do you think that I am too fat to be sexy?" "I really don't know. That would depend on a lot ot things from how a person dresses, what they look like without clothes, how they react to sex, and if they are horny much of the time, " replied Ann. "I don't know about the first but I do know that I spend a lot of time being horny. When I go to the supermarket, I watch for bulges in men's pants, or those who forget to zip themselves up properly. Sometimes, I get so bad that I wish that someone would me, as long as they were gentle. Today I even thought of buying a cucumber to use when I got home. I'm sure that such thoughts are never in your mind, being as pretty and slim as you are." "To tell the truth, Julie, I'm no different from you. There are those times when I get to horny that I want to have sex with anyone, male or female." As she said this, Ann was watching Julie very carefully out of the corner of her eye. Julie did not respond as fast as usual but appeared to be thinking. She then, after a minute and without looking up, said, "I have the same thoughts but I try to keep them out of my mind. When I see the pantie line through some lady's slacks or skirt, I some-times think about this but the thought disturbs me because I am sure that no woman would like to fool around with another woman, especially me." Ann remained silent and Julie continued, "Did you ever, how do I say this, ever touch another woman's body or anything like that happen to you?" "Yes, once." replied Ann. "But I lost contact with the lady because she became so over-sexed that I now find her embarrassing to be with." "You know, " continued Ann, "I found the touch of another woman different from that of a man and sometimes even more exciting." As she said this, Ann could feel her stomach getting tight. She also could feel the warmth of her pussy and knew that she was now wet and ready. Before she could decide what more she would say, Julie spoke up. "Am I too fat for you to fool around with ?" "Are you sure that you would not regret what we might do?" answered Ann. "If you don't find me repulsive, I would love to see what we might be able to........" replied Julie. Ann was now starting to shake inside and she knew that this was a sure sign that she would enjoy what might follow. Without saying a word more, Ann got up and sat next to Julie on the couch. Julie turned to her and Ann slowly put her hand on Julie's breast. It was much bigger than Ann realized and as she lifted it she could feel the rock hard nipple.She then released the huge tit and moved down to the floor at Julie's knees. With a very gentle touch, she slid up Julie's skirt almost to her panties, but not quite. She then gently stroked the inside of Julie's thighs which opened further and further with each touch. Continuing her touch, Ann lightly touched the bulging pantie where the dampness showed like a dark spot and marked the location of the pussy's opening. "Oh my God, " moaned Julie, "I'm going to explode!" "Easy does it" Ann said as she slid down the plain cotton panties and placed them on the coffee table."Just relax and enjoy." With the panties gone, Ann continued her stroking of the thighs and then, leaning foreward, touched the protruding button of Julie's cunt with her tounge.Ann could smell the oder of female and a slight natural oder of sweat. Separating Julie's legs a bit more, Ann ran her tounge up the entire length of the now red-lipped pussy and heard Julie moan again. The smell of the pussy and the taste of the pussy was getting Ann so excited that she reached down and started rubbing herself at the same time she licked and poked at Julie's cunt with her tounge. As Ann stopped for a minute and looked up, she saw Julie with her eyes closed and her head thrown back while she was rubbing and squeezing her own nipples. "Please get down on the floor with me, "Ann suggested and Julie climbed off the couch, stripped off her remaining clothes and stood there waiting for Ann. Ann smiled and removed her skirt and blouse and then motioned for Julie to lay down, which she did. Ann straddled the large woman and put her cunt in Julie's face as she lay over the belly and started licking Julie's cunt anew. In this new position, Ann did not know what to expect but then she felt the delicious sensation of a tounge on her own cunt and knew that Julie was getting the idea. Ann slipped her arms around the oversized hips and brought her hands to the lips of Julie's cunt, separating the sides and running her tounge into the opening which was starting to drip a creamy fluid. Ann lapped up the fluid and, with the building sensations coming from her own cunt, wet her fingers and slid all four fingers into Julie. As she did this, Julie started bucking her hips and Ann knew the climax would be near. She then realized that everything she did to Julie was being done to her as well. Knowing this, Ann wet a finger on her other hand and, with a little push, slid it into Julie's ass hole. This was then also done to Ann and then nothing in the world could stop either woman. They finger fucked each other as if the world was about to end. As Ann felt the climax coming she rubbed her cunt back and forth over Julie's face faster and faster. Then came the explosion and her whole insides contracted and she collapsed on Julie, who also had come at about the same time. As the feeling subsided, Ann turned and lie next to Julie and took a nipple into her mouth as she gently sucked. To her surprise, a jet of hot liquid filled her mouth and she realized that Julie had milk. Julie looked at Ann and said, "Please milk me dry. I usually milk myself and drink it in coffee and Charlie never found out.I feel real sexy and uninhibited when I do that but I would rather have you take it this way." Sucking away on Julie's tits made Ann horny all over again so she reached up and took Julie's panties and shoved them into her onw cunt, creating the feeling of an enormous dick inside of her. Julie watched her do this and then took her blouse and forced in as much as would go, leaving only one sleeve sticking out. Each woman then rubbed themselves while Ann continued her sucking of the second tit. Just as she was about to finish the milk supply, both women came with an explosion that both felt insides themselves and from the other. As they lay back, relaxed and drained, the telephone rang. Ann answered the phone and learned that Tom was in town and wanted to know if Ann needed anything at the store. Ann suggested that he pick up some hot dogs and rolls, which would take some time because he would have to go to the bank first. Julie was all upset but Ann calmed her down saying, "Don't worry. It will take him a half hour or more before he will get here. Before you go, let me say that we have only just begun, unless you don't want to get together again." Julie looked at Ann and said, "Let me give you my telephone number and whenever, and I mean whenever you would like to get together for cookies and milk, you supply the cookies and I will supply the milk." As she dressed, Ann noticed that Julie's tits were a little smaller than before and she mentioned this. "Don't worry Ann, by tonite they will be back as usual and I will have plenty for my morning coffee when I'll think about what we have just done and will get horny all over again." After Julie had left and Ann was waiting for Tom, she sat thinking that this was an experience she would repeat
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a saturday night
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Posted:Apr 10, 2007 12:14 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2007 9:53 am
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It was a hot Saturday afternoon and as Ann sat in her living room wondering how she would kill the afternoon and evening since her boy-friend Tom had gone up to the mountains fishing, she decided that she might as well make her weekly trip to the supermarket for groceries. She decided that there was no need to change clothes as she was wearing a mini-skirt and a light pull over. The fact that she had nothing underneath did not bother her as she rarely wore undies anyway. While she was locking up the doors of the house, she remembered the day she had met Jenny and the time they had afterward. "Not today." she thought to herself, "I will never have that kind of chance encounter again anyway." These thoughts did not leave, however, as Ann drove the five blocks to the market. Even as she parked the car and went into the market, she kept remembering her first contact with Jenny and the raw excitement of her first sexual contact with another woman. The thought still remained with her as she strolled the asiles with the squeeking shopping cart. This being the third week-end of the month, there were relatively few shoppers during the afternoon. Ann was, in a way, relieved by this fact so she took her mind off sex and continued her rounds, picking up needed items. As she approached the check-out counter, Ann noticed a very heavy-set woman in her late thirties standing next to her. This woman was about 5'2" and appeared to weigh well over 200 pounds, and as she was not a person who appeared to be what one would call overly sexy looking, Ann decided to strike up a conversation. "Real hot out there today." Ann commented to the large lady. "It sure is. I don't mind doing the shopping here today, though, "cause I don't have an A/C at home, only a swamp cooler, " replied the lady. "My old man is too cheap to put in an A/C and would rather spend his money in those damn bars down on Van Buren St.. Sorry, I'm complaining again, this is one of my worst faults. It's just when I'm hot and sweating, I get a bit out of sorts." "I know what you mean", replied Ann, "I get that way myself on occasion but I do have a cool house and that really makes a difference." As she said this, an idea popped into Ann's head. Here was a possibly lonely housewife who might appreciate a cool glass of iced tea in a cool house and she would be someone to talk to to while-away the afternoon that promised to be very boring otherwise. "Pardon me for being so foreward, but if you would like, why don't you come over to my place nearby and have a glass of iced tea and chat for a while, that is if you have the time?" Ann really was not expecting to receive an affirmative reply and so was surprised when the lady answered, "If you really mean that, I would be ever so happy to visit for a while." "Let me introduce myself, my name is Julie Peterson and I live out in West Glendale, married to a used car salesman and I have two . That's just about it, how about you ?" "I'm Ann Smithfield, single with a live-in boyfriend in the construction field and no . OK, you follow my red Mustang and we will be there in about three minutes, " replied Ann as the went to the parking lot. The drive to Ann's house was short and uneventful. When they arrived, Julie helped Ann carry the purchases into the small wooden frame row house and at Ann's suggestion, Julie seated herself in the living room while Ann poured some of her special Chinese iced tea. As the two women talked, Ann examined her new-found friend. Julie was all of 200 pounds with some to spare. She had very large thighs and an extremly generous bust. She did not, however, have a protruding belly but was sort of round all the way around. This was in sharp contrast to Ann who was 5'6" and the classic shape of 33-22-34. Regardless of the difference between the two, Ann felt rather comfortable with Julie, and this started Ann thinking again. Julie also appeared quite confortable and she talked away about the heat, her , her bar-hopping husband, and her life in general. Ann followed the conversation and told about her life, excluding her sexual adventures, and her boy friend Tom and his fishing trips. Both women agreed that at times, men could be rather distant and thus cause the women folk great periods of boredom. Also in contrast to Ann, Julie was dressed in a loose pull- over blouse and a medium length skirt which was below her knees when standing but pulled up a bit when she sat down. As she leaned foreward to take a sip of tea, Ann could see into the blouse and observed the large, unsupported, breasts moving about. This again started Ann thinking and this time she was not able to halt the thoughts completely. Ann realized with a start that this woman sitting in her living room had turned her on without realizing it.As the conversation progressed, Ann was busy trying to come up with an idea which would lead to a discussion of sex. Then she knew. "You say that Charlie, your husband is always away at the bars, dosen't this, shall we say, preclude much of a sex life?" asked Ann. "You bet it does. The last time Charlie fooled around was so long ago I don't remember when. I guess that it is because I am so over-weight that he doesn't find me stimulating. Do you think that I am too fat to be sexy?" "I really don't know. That would depend on a lot ot things from how a person dresses, what they look like without clothes, how they react to sex, and if they are horny much of the time, " replied Ann. "I don't know about the first but I do know that I spend a lot of time being horny. When I go to the supermarket, I watch for bulges in men's pants, or those who forget to zip themselves up properly. Sometimes, I get so bad that I wish that someone would me, as long as they were gentle. Today I even thought of buying a cucumber to use when I got home. I'm sure that such thoughts are never in your mind, being as pretty and slim as you are." "To tell the truth, Julie, I'm no different from you. There are those times when I get to horny that I want to have sex with anyone, male or female." As she said this, Ann was watching Julie very carefully out of the corner of her eye. Julie did not respond as fast as usual but appeared to be thinking. She then, after a minute and without looking up, said, "I have the same thoughts but I try to keep them out of my mind. When I see the pantie line through some lady's slacks or skirt, I some-times think about this but the thought disturbs me because I am sure that no woman would like to fool around with another woman, especially me." Ann remained silent and Julie continued, "Did you ever, how do I say this, ever touch another woman's body or anything like that happen to you?" "Yes, once." replied Ann. "But I lost contact with the lady because she became so over-sexed that I now find her embarrassing to be with." "You know, " continued Ann, "I found the touch of another woman different from that of a man and sometimes even more exciting." As she said this, Ann could feel her stomach getting tight. She also could feel the warmth of her pussy and knew that she was now wet and ready. Before she could decide what more she would say, Julie spoke up. "Am I too fat for you to fool around with ?" "Are you sure that you would not regret what we might do?" answered Ann. "If you don't find me repulsive, I would love to see what we might be able to........" replied Julie. Ann was now starting to shake inside and she knew that this was a sure sign that she would enjoy what might follow. Without saying a word more, Ann got up and sat next to Julie on the couch. Julie turned to her and Ann slowly put her hand on Julie's breast. It was much bigger than Ann realized and as she lifted it she could feel the rock hard nipple.She then released the huge tit and moved down to the floor at Julie's knees. With a very gentle touch, she slid up Julie's skirt almost to her panties, but not quite. She then gently stroked the inside of Julie's thighs which opened further and further with each touch. Continuing her touch, Ann lightly touched the bulging pantie where the dampness showed like a dark spot and marked the location of the pussy's opening. "Oh my God, " moaned Julie, "I'm going to explode!" "Easy does it" Ann said as she slid down the plain cotton panties and placed them on the coffee table."Just relax and enjoy." With the panties gone, Ann continued her stroking of the thighs and then, leaning foreward, touched the protruding button of Julie's cunt with her tounge.Ann could smell the oder of female and a slight natural oder of sweat. Separating Julie's legs a bit more, Ann ran her tounge up the entire length of the now red-lipped pussy and heard Julie moan again. The smell of the pussy and the taste of the pussy was getting Ann so excited that she reached down and started rubbing herself at the same time she licked and poked at Julie's cunt with her tounge. As Ann stopped for a minute and looked up, she saw Julie with her eyes closed and her head thrown back while she was rubbing and squeezing her own nipples. "Please get down on the floor with me, "Ann suggested and Julie climbed off the couch, stripped off her remaining clothes and stood there waiting for Ann. Ann smiled and removed her skirt and blouse and then motioned for Julie to lay down, which she did. Ann straddled the large woman and put her cunt in Julie's face as she lay over the belly and started licking Julie's cunt anew. In this new position, Ann did not know what to expect but then she felt the delicious sensation of a tounge on her own cunt and knew that Julie was getting the idea. Ann slipped her arms around the oversized hips and brought her hands to the lips of Julie's cunt, separating the sides and running her tounge into the opening which was starting to drip a creamy fluid. Ann lapped up the fluid and, with the building sensations coming from her own cunt, wet her fingers and slid all four fingers into Julie. As she did this, Julie started bucking her hips and Ann knew the climax would be near. She then realized that everything she did to Julie was being done to her as well. Knowing this, Ann wet a finger on her other hand and, with a little push, slid it into Julie's ass hole. This was then also done to Ann and then nothing in the world could stop either woman. They finger fucked each other as if the world was about to end. As Ann felt the climax coming she rubbed her cunt back and forth over Julie's face faster and faster. Then came the explosion and her whole insides contracted and she collapsed on Julie, who also had come at about the same time. As the feeling subsided, Ann turned and lie next to Julie and took a nipple into her mouth as she gently sucked. To her surprise, a jet of hot liquid filled her mouth and she realized that Julie had milk. Julie looked at Ann and said, "Please milk me dry. I usually milk myself and drink it in coffee and Charlie never found out.I feel real sexy and uninhibited when I do that but I would rather have you take it this way." Sucking away on Julie's tits made Ann horny all over again so she reached up and took Julie's panties and shoved them into her onw cunt, creating the feeling of an enormous dick inside of her. Julie watched her do this and then took her blouse and forced in as much as would go, leaving only one sleeve sticking out. Each woman then rubbed themselves while Ann continued her sucking of the second tit. Just as she was about to finish the milk supply, both women came with an explosion that both felt insides themselves and from the other. As they lay back, relaxed and drained, the telephone rang. Ann answered the phone and learned that Tom was in town and wanted to know if Ann needed anything at the store. Ann suggested that he pick up some hot dogs and rolls, which would take some time because he would have to go to the bank first. Julie was all upset but Ann calmed her down saying, "Don't worry. It will take him a half hour or more before he will get here. Before you go, let me say that we have only just begun, unless you don't want to get together again." Julie looked at Ann and said, "Let me give you my telephone number and whenever, and I mean whenever you would like to get together for cookies and milk, you supply the cookies and I will supply the milk." As she dressed, Ann noticed that Julie's tits were a little smaller than before and she mentioned this. "Don't worry Ann, by tonite they will be back as usual and I will have plenty for my morning coffee when I'll think about what we have just done and will get horny all over again." After Julie had left and Ann was waiting for Tom, she sat thinking that this was an experience she would repeat
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LOVE
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Posted:Feb 10, 2007 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2007 9:53 am
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Love .. love is what makes you crazy for love love is makes you hungry for love love is makes you happy love is the essence of life - the source of all being - love is the sugar of life love is the cause of life - the purpose of life and the reason to live love is magic love does magic love creates magic - true divine magic beyond expectations, beyond limits !
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Lets ride
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Posted:Mar 19, 2006 11:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2007 12:11 am
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Would you be open to fucking along the side of I-35. Take you for a ride on my motorcycle, with your top off, and wearing a sexy little mini skirt and knee high boots. The seat vibrating between your legs, your panties and seat soaked in your juices. You see a sign ahead, rest stop 2 miles. You can't stand it and need to be fucked, until your pussy is full of cum. You lower your hand to my cock and start rubbing it. As we pass the exit sing you point to it, telling me to pull over and pound your soaking wet pussy. You rub on my cock until we reach the exit. As we are starting to exit, you unzip your miniskirt, and place it in my lap. Wearing only a black lace bra and black thong. As we enter the rest stop, you unzip my jeans. Soon as we stop, your climbing off headed to a picnic table. Your sitting on the picnic table as i walk up, legs spread wide open rubbing your pussy and breast. I walk up and sit down, pushing you onto your back, and tear your thong off. And I start you eat your soaked pussy, until you start crying out fuck me. I turn you over on the picnic table, and start fucking you dripping pussy, as cars are passing by on the interstate, and pulling into the road side park. You fell your orgasm building, and hear voices. Not wanting to be caught you fight to hold your scream in, as my cock pounds your pussy. My cock going deep into your soaked hole, then sliding out and pound to your depth again. Over and over as your fighting to keep from screaming in pleasure. Then my cock slide out and you can hear your soaking wet pussy let it go, sounds like everyone should hear it. Then you feel my cock pressing against your asshole, as the nights cool air brushes across your throbbing pussy. Your juices running down your legs, as my cock slowly enters into your ass. You don't know what to do, should we stop, but you want and need it so bad. My cock entering your ass, until your ass is full of cock. I tell you in aloud voice, "I"M GOING TO FILL YOUR ASSHOLE WITH MY HOT CUM". You lose control, think about your going to have your ass filled with cum. You moan out yes, please fuck my tight little ass, until you cum, not caring if anyone hears you. You need need your ass filled, is all you an think about. Let me know if you would like to play sometime
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a Little something
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Posted:Mar 18, 2006 6:16 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2008 4:05 pm
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Christina?” The professor’s voice boomed from inside his office. “You can come in now.” Slowly Christina dragged herself up off the bench. The hard slats had left marks on the backs of her thighs. She rubbed at them and straightened the pleats in her skirt, nervously trying to compose her appearance before she went in. She smoothed the top of her head and twirled the end of her ponytail into one bouncy curl. Her shoes scuffed on the hardwood floor, announcing her presence before she appeared in the doorway to his office. The interior was dimmed by the heavy drapes drawn over the windows behind his desk. The light in the hall illuminated her from behind, silhouetting her adolescent long legs. She reluctantly stepped into the office, her shoulders slumped, her lips in a sullen pout. She knew she was in trouble and was trying not to care. “Sit, ” the professor commanded her, motioning to a chair. Christina did so, slouching in the big studded leather chair in front of the fortress of his desk. She crossed her legs, nudging the front of the oak desk with one of her mary janes. Idly she wiggled her foot to make designs on the polished surface with a residue of the rubber from her shoe. The muted light shimmered over her legs. Christina tugged her skirt a little lower so that it didn’t ride up so high. “I assume you know why you’re here, ” he said sternly. She nodded, her ponytail bobbing. He continued. “It puzzles me that you refused to incriminate any of the others involved in this--” he seemed lost for words. “This mess, ” he finished. “You realize that by taking all of the blame you risk expulsion.” Christina’s head jerked up at the mention of being kicked out completely. The professor took in her consternation.
“You cannot expect me to tolerate such behavior without some sort of punishment.” “I know.” Her voice wasn’t much more than a whisper. Christina’s lower lip trembled. “I am going to be lenient with you, Christina.” She dared to look at him now, her large eyes apprehensive. He was not looking at her, was instead examining the backs of his hands on the desk. Her eyes dropped to notice how long his fingers were. Involuntarily Christina saw a split-second image of his fingers buried deep in her, stroking her G-spot, his thumb rubbing her clit as she cried out. Her face did not change, but when he looked up at her a blush colored the tips of her ears. A new kind of fear was in her eyes. Suddenly the professor rose from his massive chair behind the desk. He linked his hands together behind his back and paced his office, nearing the door. Anxiously Christina watched him, twisting her head to follow his movements. Her hands were restless in her lap. The professor shut the door to his office. “What kind of punishment do you think you deserve, Christina?” She turned around more fully, uncrossing her legs and leaning around the edge of her chair. “What do I think I deserve?” Her voice was still unsteady. Christina looked at him, tall and intimidating. She bit her lip. “Um, that is--” “Yes?” He urged her to go on. “Well, I don’t think… I don’t think you should expel me.” She said the words in a rush and winced. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up the dreaded possibility. It seemed more likely that it would actually happen now that she had mentioned it. To her surprise the professor laughed. “Expulsion is not what I had in mind, ” he said, for the first time his voice warming. She sighed in relief, blowing her bangs off her forehead. Christina relaxed a little, knowing that whatever punishments she suffered, at least she would stay in school. She realized the professor had moved closer, was in fact standing over her. “I won’t expel you if you promise to be a good girl.” The hairs on the back of Christina’s neck stood up. What was he referring to? What did he want her to do? What should she say? She licked her lips and looked up at him, trying to discern his meaning. His face was guarded, showing no expression, waiting for her answer. “I’ll be good, ” she said in a small voice. No more chewing gum in class, no more smoking in the bathroom or kissing boys in the library or swearing. She would be on her best behavior from now on.
“I want you to promise.” “I promise. I’ll be good.” Anything to avoid being sent home in disgrace. “Say it. Say you’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl.” At her words the professor’s face finally changed from the stern mask to a tight smile. She did not have time to interpret the strange smile before he responded. “Good.” He bent his head close to her ear and she could smell his cologne. “Bend over the desk, Christina.” She stiffened. “You heard me. You said you’d be a good girl. So be one, ” he commanded her, his breath stirring a wisp of her hair. Slowly she rose from her chair and stood in front of his huge desk, only bending slightly from the waist. Her cheeks burned and her mouth was dry. He stood behind her, a heavy hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward until she could smell the papery scent of the blotter on his desk. Christina’s hands pressed against the desk on either side of her head. She trembled, not knowing what to expect. The professor stood back, appreciating the subservient picture she made. Her plaid skirt had risen from its original position at the backs of her thighs to frame the curves of her ass, exposed by the tiny pair of thong underwear that she wore. He could see goose bumps breaking out on her pale skin. “What’s going to happen next?” Christina’s unsteady voice was muffled by the desk. “What are you going to do to me?” She could feel the professor’s warm hand stroke her leg. She trembled as it rose higher to smooth over her butt.
“Why don’t you just wait and see? “ His fingers traced the line of her thong, from high on her hip down to the cleft of her ass. She jerked as he touched her asshole through the thin cotton, but he didn’t linger. His touch continued down between her legs to the warmth of her pussy. Christina jumped again, but this time he felt a spurt of wetness against the fabric of her panties. Christina closed her eyes in humiliation. Imagine getting turned on by your teacher, letting him feel you this way! Her mind relented in order to avoid getting expelled. Yet her body was only too happy to respond to his insulting touch. He stroked her through her underwear, feeling the small firmness of her clit against his fingertip. Christina let out a gasp, but refused to let herself arch against his hand as she wanted to. His fingers left her pussy. Her hips gave a backward thrust, as though trying to persuade them to come back. But his hands were already somewhere else.
The professor reached up underneath her skirt to grasp her thong and pull it down. The meager strip of fabric curled up as he slid it down her legs, kneeling to pull it off. Christina stepped out of it one foot at a time, feeling the cool air in the office assault her hot pussy. Suddenly the temperature of that air changed again, this time to his warm breath on her cunt. “I see you shave, ” he said, giving her shivers. He licked the soft skin of her inner thigh and admired her handiwork. Most of her triangle was still there, trimmed short, but the area just above her clit, all the way between her legs and back up to her asshole was shaved as smooth as his face. Without ceremony the professor stuck his tongue into her wet pussy. Christina gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion. She tried to squirm away from him, but his hands held her firmly. One of his hands, still entangled in her underwear, held her by the ankle, his fingers pinching it hard. He moved the other hand from where he had held her hip in a bruising grip. His long fingers spread her moistness, reached up to tantalize her clit. He massaged it hard. She lunged forward on the desk, grinding her hips into his mouth. Christina moved against his mouth and fingers, riding his tongue, feeling it inside her slick entry. Her hands fisted and clutched at the desk, leaving foggy prints on the shiny wood. Shamelessly she bucked against the fingers on her clit and moaned into the blotter. An explosion ripped through her quite unexpectedly. Her hand shot out to grip the edge of the desk and knocked something off. It went crashing to the floor as she arched and grappled and gasped through the climax. She lay limp, panting, still shaking with the smaller ripples of pleasure. Christina closed her eyes as her ears burned with shame. She attempted to push herself up off the desk, but her arms were like jelly. Little did she know, the professor thought. He straightened, wiping his mouth with her panties before dropping them on the desk next to her face. “Can you smell yourself?” he asked the back of her head. Indeed she could, without much effort. Her scent was ripe in the room. Christina wished the earth would swallow her up. The professor spanked her, hard. The slap stung her ass, the contact exaggerated by the liquid on his fingers. Christina cried out at the unexpected pain. Quickly the professor slid his long fingers inside her wet pussy. Her cry melted into a moan as she was suddenly filled. Two of his fingers slid in and out of her cunt, strumming her G-spot with each thrust. Christina had barely enough time to relax into that motion before she felt something new. His tongue returned to her pussy, but did not stay there. She held her breath as he licked backwards and soon encountered the sensitive flesh of her asshole. “No, ” she said aloud, trying to pull away. The professor pulled away. “Do you really want me to stop?” He moved his fingers inside her and she arched against them. Her breathing quickened. He stopped. Christina gave a tiny moan and moved her hips. Slowly he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She moaned louder. “Do you?” Christina shook her head. “I didn’t hear an answer, ” the professor said, withdrawing his fingers. She whimpered. He moved his hand away. “Answer me.” “Keep going, ” she breathed. Immediately his fingers slammed back into her pussy and fucked her hard. Christina moaned loudly. “Don’t stop, ” she said. He lowered his head, and she cringed as she imagined what was next. She gasped when she felt his tongue tease, then enter her asshole. Christina was both incredibly aroused and disturbed by this new sensation. She found herself grinding her hips to his rhythm, in tune with his fingers in her cunt and his tongue in her ass. Violently Christina came again, screaming, clenching the muscles in her pussy around his fingers and writhing against the desk. This seemed to be too much for the professor. His fingers left her pussy and he gave a final lick to her ass. A new pressure that she recognized as his bare cock pressed against her slick pussy. His hands, damp with her moisture, steadied her hips as he entered her. Christina moaned as his cock quickly filled her, wincing at the squishing sound it made. She was so wet and slippery that he slid into her tight cunt easily. She gripped the edge of the desk and hung on for dear life as he fucked her. The professor pushed her tight against the desk, one hand on her lower back to hold her steady, and pumped his cock into her cunt. Christina rose to her toes, tilting her hips to accommodate him better. The slapping sounds of their activity grew louder, amplified by the speed and determination with which he fucked her. Suddenly he stopped, and Christina whimpered, disappointed. The professor slowly slid his glistening cock out of her cunt. “Don’t worry, ” he reassured her, “You’re still going to get fucked like you never have before.” Christina arched, her cunt seeking his cock, as if to say she certainly hoped so. His warm hands caressed her ass, spreading the two cheeks to expose her asshole, still pink and wet from his earlier ministrations. He slid his dick along the cleft until the head poked at her hole. Christina stiffened, waiting for him, her humiliation drowned in desire. She turned her head. “Be careful, ” she said, her voice a bit hoarse. “Don’t hurt me.” “I won’t, ” he said. “You can take it.” Carefully the professor guided himself into this tighter opening, helped by the moisture from her pussy clinging to his cock. Christina’s face contorted at the strange thrill that went through her body as he penetrated her ass. She gasped as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her asshole around his dick. He began to move, haltingly at first, but when Christina did not show any signs of discomfort, he quickened his pace. She relaxed as he screwed her, the motions becoming easier as her ass grew slick, welcoming him. Now his own moans rivaled those of Christina, who threw her butt backward onto his dick, inviting him to fuck her as hard as he had before. He hammered into her, spurred on by the sight of her immaculate ass speared by his cock. His hands again sought her hips to clasp her to him as he fucked her butt. Christina could feel herself rising rapidly towards another climax, and clenched the muscles in her ass to bring him with her. He responded immediately, groaning and spanking her as his cock hardened inside her. He could feel the shudders of orgasm begin, deep in his toes. Quickly the creeping wave flamed up the backs of his legs as she rippled around him. He exploded, slamming into her as he shook with his climax.
Christina cried out as she came too, clenching and releasing around his spurting cock. The orgasm whipped through her, a trail of fire from her ass up into her spine, and she bucked against his dick. Their convulsions slowed gradually to nothing more than trembles. Christina lay limp on the desk, the sheen of sweat on her limbs starting to evaporate. The professor slid from her ass, which was bright pink and looked like it had been satisfactorily fucked. He hoped so. He pulled Christina’s skirt down to cover her and helped her to stand up. She was shaky and started to fall. Quickly the professor lifted her to sit on his desk. It was warm from her body and she could feel her liquid smear over the surface. He tilted her chin in a strangely affectionate gesture. She looked up at him, her eyeliner smeared and her hair wispy and curling. A saucy look came into her eyes and she smirked at him. “Can I take this to mean I’m not expelled?” He had to smile. “You don’t need to fear getting expelled anymore. I’ll make sure you stay at this school.” The double meaning was evident, even though his tone was firm. Christina hopped off his desk, fixing her skirt but making no move to retrieve her panties. “Can I take that to mean you’ll be good girl?” “Oh, no, ” she said, her hand on the front of his pants, stroking his now-limp cock. She walked towards the door, her hips and her ponytail swinging. Christina opened the door, her hand on the knob. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I like being a bad girl.” She slammed the door on her way out.
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