LOGINPast meetings lead to the starting of 2 affairs.****Preview.Alec Braxton was a hired gun, he was not looking for love. But he was not a monk either. His past meetings with the two women were occasional and unconventional (oral and anal). Also, anal sex may be fine in a shower, but it is not a good idea in a faculty office.When fishing it often helps to have several lines in the water at once. Here, on the small campus luck strikes - twice - in a short period.please note:A Department Chair is the administrator of a department, he thinks he is the boss in a discipline like English or Chemistry because he has the biggest office. But actually he is a overworked paper pusher since he can't hire or fire or change the pay of any faculty member. In fact, the department chair really has only one power: scheduling. However, since the objective is to impart knowledge to all the precious darlings (students) this is more a case of co-ordinating the desires, skills and preferences of the indi
I knew a big anal cum causes problems with dripping after so I asked. "I am close. Should I fill you or... pull?""Don't you DARE pull that divine shaft out. Give me your cum... give me all... I want to feel you pump it... so deep I drip for a week... or longer... I want to be dripping your stuff when the bastard... I want to drip your stuff on him when I fuck his 'gone to Antarctica' cock. Yes, fuck THERE! Keep that up, I am close... so close..."I did not comment on the "Antarctica" thing. But later, it confirmed the facts.When the train was coming, rounding the turn, I reached around and gave her nipple a hard squeeze with a twist. That did it, she got off again, pressing back hard and screaming, the sound deafening in the shower. A moment later I joined her release. I grunted, low and savage-like. She gasped as she felt my cream surge into her body.It was amazing for both of us. She made noises as each spurt of my cum shot through my shaft, spasming through her tight sphincter,
I gave a few slow, easy strokes to test her response, then I quickly accelerated my beat as she asked, moving my shaft in and out of her squeezing tight hole at a faster, harder pace. Spanking her ass with my belly. Her well-muscled body stood up to the challenge, meeting my strength with her strong legs and arms as I slammed into her. She began squeezing her entrance in synch with me. It was very good, a "top 5" anal fuck; we fit and she was so physically adept. Plus there was the mental stuff, the mystery, the taboo desire, the connection, the encouragement, the sexy groans of real pleasure as I hammered away, the way her buns shook as I slammed into them, it was all aces. So I let myself go, making like an insane sexual slide hammer then adding a side-swing to cork-screw as I held her hips.I might say that she took it like a man, except that would imply that I had fucked a man's ass; I lacked that experience. But she took it the way I imagined a man would: strong and lusty, eagerl
"Good. Now the thing is, I have a lover... well, a man I thought I loved once." I noted the past tense and tried, unsuccessfully, not to react to that. She kept going. "I have been without any person-to-person sex for many months because he was... let us say something broke. The man will come soon, or so he says, but he has already missed one return date. If he shows up we were planning to get pregnant. I am on fertility drugs, some of which make me super horny. That's the plan. The point is, those drugs make me horny but I really can't take chances on vaginal sex. So I am sort of climbing the walls here. But guys like other sex, right? They like... anal sex?""Ah so, the point emerges... I guess am not the only fan of Last Tango and butter." I agreed that I liked anal sex, I actually had a fair amount of experience, "for somebody under 30." I was fishing for her age but she did not bite.Well, I do like anal sex. Not every day, of course. Mother nature or Evolution or whatever you be
"Susie Bright? Now there is a reference, I like the way your mind works. Well, since we find ourselves here I was wondering, might you be interested in making... a fantasy of mine, happen? I mean, if you are gay or attached I would not suggest... but we are here, in the dark, with time on our hands. Fate? Plus most guys like sex... and frankly I am in a mood.""I have no attachments I will admit to, if that is what you mean. I do like sex, although some might swear I like lecturing more. I just had a medical checkup, but I cannot prove...""Faculty have an annual exam, it is in the contract so I'll take your word on that. Let me explain. A big secret fantasy is anonymous sex in the dark."Suddenly I saw where this might be going, below the waist. I was wrong."I can see the attraction and have read that is not unusual for a woman's fantasy.""Yes! I used to fantasize about an office building, filled with people, desks everywhere, when the power out. I would be on the wrong floor... ne
I thought of using a sports example like that Mahomes guy, but that would not work for so many reasons. For example, whole front row of in my class was made up of Chinese female students who are whip-smart but would not get past the terms involved. Starting with "football," and why a quarter-of-a-back was worth more than a full-back when neither "foots" the ball.I kept trying different examples in my head as I made my way to the woman's shower in the Athletic Center.That was NOT distracted thinking.The woman's shower was a summer issue. This summer the men's shower was being repaired, so men used the woman's shower at the top of the hour and women used their shower at the bottom of the hour. There was a loud warning buzzer 5 minutes before each change. This time of night only faculty are in the building, swiping their university ID so the building knows who is there. I got ready for my shower and then waited for the buzzer to enter. Nobody else was around.I was in the shower think
Tim lined up and leaned against his mother's fleshy rear-end. He heard her gasp as his rigid cock spread her cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and could have stopped it if she wished. As his hand contacted the cereal box, his cock rode up and
She knew what he said was true. Her ex husband told her how she would play with his cock for hours at night, almost like it was some sort of security blanket for her. Bill told Faith several times that she had masturbated him into orgasm several times at night. It was one of the things he loved abo
The next morning:Faith woke up in her bed with her son molded against her. They were both as naked as the day they were born. Faith's pussy had sensations that she hadn't felt in years, the feeling of pure satisfaction.She snuggled into her son's arms tighter, remembering the activities of the ni
"Why? I was going to ask you if you really need to leave because I think I need summer school!" he laughed. "Miranda, you...holy shit you're fucking amazing.""So are you, Tristan," she went to stand, and he took her hand, helping her up, and even pulled the chair over for her to sit. "Still provin







