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She thrust her ass into the air and groaned, her fingernails scratching across the tile wall in ecstasy.
I grabbed Jen by her hips and began to pull her out of the shower. I wasn't done with her yet. She turned off the shower and headed back to the bedroom. I laid her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off the side. I stood behind her and slid my cock inside of her still recovering pussy. Her insides were still tight from her earlier orgasm, but I soldiered on. I thrust in and out of her in slow and long strokes. I ran my hands up and down Jen's curves while I picked up the pace. I put one hand on the small of her back to support myself. Jen was heating up again, her pussy walls becoming slick with her juices. She started to grind her ass against me. I reached out and took hold of her wet hair, pulling her head back slightly as I fucked her.
The way she wriggled against my cock, I was so turned on that I contemplated trying to figure out if she would let me cum inside of her, or at least maybe even shooting my load on her back and enjoy the view. But I thought better of it. I picked up speed, my balls flapped against Jen's thighs. She shifted upright as I kept fucking her from behind. With my hands still on her hips, I sucked on Jen's warm neck while she held on to the back of my neck with support.
"Harder," she groaned. I obliged, slipping my cock all the way out of her before I rammed it back inside of her. She shuddered against it. I thrust harder and harder inside of her. I felt the heat from Jen's ass and pussy and knew it was time. I pulled out as she came again, afraid that the feeling of her orgasm would push me over the edge. Jen gripped the bed and thrust her ass into the air, her legs and thighs spasming in erotic joy. I stroked my cock to keep it hard while Jen rolled over and crawled to the edge of the bed. She took my hard cock in her hands and yanked the condom off. She placed the head of my cock in her mouth, running her tongue across the tip.
Jen sucked on it while her left hand worked up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and groaned. I put my hand on the top of Jen's head, running my fingers through her damp hair. She deep-throated my cock and took her mouth all the way down, her tongue reached out and licked my balls. Jen pulled my member out of her mouth and ran her hand up and down the shaft while she sucked my balls.
I let out groan as she looked up at me, one of my balls still in her mouth. "Are you ready to cum?" She asked, stoking my cock faster and faster. I nodded and Jen pursed her lips of on the head of my cock, sucking it while she worked her hand up and down the shaft. I put both hands on her head and bucked my hips. I moaned and let go, cum shooting out of my cock and in Jen's mouth. She kept sucking and jerking me until I was dry. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft one final time and I felt his knees almost buckle in delight. Jen pulled my cock out of her mouth and swallowed his load with ease.
"Excellent," she said with a devilish smile.
I fell on to the bed and breathed deeply. I was wet, sweaty, and exhausted. This was the best I felt in years. Jen laid down next to me on the bed and they kissed, I tweaked the nipple of her left breast.
"I suppose asking for some anal would be pushing it?" I asked playfully.
"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" Jen deadpanned. She curled up beside me and placed her hand on his stomach, resting her head on my shoulder. Jen closed her eyes and began to drift to sleep. Her body still had its erotic warmth to it, but she was slowly cooling off. I reached for one of the sheets and covered our bodies with it.
I leaned my head back on the pillow and exhaled slowly. Sleep was approaching, but it was certainly a well earned sleep. All in all, not a bad way to end a date. In my mind, I was already wondering how the next date could top this.
The End.
Prof Davis Gets There Early
I pulled my truck around behind the Junior College where I teach and parked next to the cheer/dance room.
I teach Sophomore History at High County Junior College in Texas. I enjoy being a part of the life of the school. During football season, I meet up with a couple of the young men and we transport our Cougar mascot statue to the football games. The guys met me earlier and we put the mascot into the box trailer. The guys would meet me at the stadium later.
At last week's game, the cheer coach had asked me to help her by hauling equipment for the squad. We would both be going to the same location, so I agreed. I had no idea of all of the fringe benefits that would arise from this cooperation.
I took a last sip of my Dr Pepper and stepped out into the humidity that we face in coastal Texas during the early part of football season. I knocked on the cheer room door and waited for someone to open it.
"Who is it?" I heard a female voice ask from behind the door.
"It's Mr. Davis," I responded.
"Man coming in!" I heard the voice scream out.
I shook my head as the door opened and I walked in. The adjustment from the bright sunlight to the dark and air-conditioned room took a few seconds. As my eyes adjusted, I couldn't believe the sight I saw.
Spankies, sports bras, and ponytails. Cleavage, from both breasts and butts were on display for all to see. Well, for all of the girls it was no big deal. I was a man in the room though. However, I'm learning that cheerleaders have no shame. Wait, let me correct that. Cheerleaders, gymnasts, dancers, volleyball players, etc, have no shame. The uniforms just don't allow for it.
Grab a young woman in a short tight skirt from the crowd in a football stadium and have her pull her foot above her head and it would be both sexy and obscene. Put the same girl in a cheer uniform and she'll hold that pose for minutes without a problem.
Had I walked into a dressing room at a clothing store, I would have been met by screams from women wearing the exact same items, but in this case I was met by smiles and warm greetings.
Coach Kacey walked up to me and said, "Oh great! You made it. Thanks for coming early." She was wearing her usual outfit, which just barely separated her from her squad. Soffee shorts with "Coach" across the rear and her cheer coach t-shirt.
"Sure. No prob," I replied. "What's up?"
"You've got the trailer, right?" she asked.
"Yep," I replied. "Bob's all loaded and ready to go." Bob is the Cougar mascot's name. I don't know why.
"Kyla should have told you," she said with a smile. "I need something big slid in. Follow me."
In that outfit, I'd follow her anywhere. She headed toward the hall door but turned to the girls and said, "You've got fifteen minutes. Be ready to load up and go."
I followed her out the door into the hall. She turned left and walked about fifteen feet to a storage room door. She took her keys and opened the door and walked in. I followed her into the dark room.
"Get the lights," she said as she walked inside. The door was already closing as I fumbled for the light switch on the wall. I turned it on and appraised the situation. It was a typical storage room for a school. A few broken desks and old filing cabinets stacked against and on top of each other. There were some folding tables, and office furniture which included a desk chair and a small sofa that had seen better days.
Kacey pointed to one of the 8 foot folding tables. "We need one of these loaded on the trailer, please." She said.
"No problem, " I replied. I walked over to it. It had some weight, but I slid it on the floor toward the door.
"Wait," Kacey said quickly before I could open the door. "We have about ten minutes."
There was more to that statement than just a warning about how much time we had.
She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest and looked up at me. "I've been thinking about last week all week long," she whispered. "I don't think I can wait until after the game."
"Can't wait, huh?" I teased her.
Her hands slid down my chest until they reached my shorts and my thickening cock. "I need this," she whispered huskily. "Can I have it?"
"I don't know," I teased her again. "Have you been a good girl?"
She fumbled with my belt and zipper until she could pull my cock f
rom my shorts. She wrapped her soft warm hand around it and looked up to me. "I'm never a good girl." She then took my cock deep into her mouth. No teasing tongue. No kisses. She took it deep.
"Damnnnn," I mumbled as I stumbled a bit. I caught my balance and enjoyed the sensations of Kacey sucking my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. As I watched my cock going in and out of her soft pink lips, she would occasionally look up to me. I can think of few things more erotic than that.
I could have stood there forever. I could have cared less about the football game. I was in bliss.
Kacey, needed more however. She slid my cock from her mouth, and milked it a few times with her hands, then she stood up.
"Fuck me." She said in a demanding voice. "I need that big thing inside of me." She looked around quickly and her eyes settled on the small sofa. "There." She pointed.
She took the few steps to the side of the sofa. She slid her shorts and panties down in one swift move. She stepped out of one leg of her clothes and bent over the sofa arm. I was staring at her delicious bare ass as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Come on," she urged. " We don't have a lot of time."
I walked up behind her and she wiggled her backside to me. She assumed the position. She was staring forward and her butt was arched up to allow me better access to her pussy.
Whack! She wasn't expecting that. My hand stung and her ass cheeks rippled with the force of the spanking I had just delivered.
"Hey!" She said in a stage whisper. "We don't have time for..."
Whack! Her ass jiggled again as I pulled my hand back.
"Mmph!" she moaned. "Seriously, we don't have time for that. Just fuck...."
Whack!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Whack!
"Mmmmmmnnnn!"
Whack! One last spanking and I quickly stepped behind her and slid my throbbing cock deep inside of her hot wet pussy. I mean I really slammed it home deep.
"Unhhhh!" she moaned as the breath rushed out of her.
I didn't move. I stood there on my toes, pressed against her bare ass, my cock deep inside of her. Hot. Throbbing. I tensed my muscles, making my cock swell inside her.
"Oh, yesssss!" she whimpered. "That's what I need. Do it. Slam into me."
I slid back, nearly out of her, and then slammed it in hard again. The breath rushed out of her as my cock pushed in deep. I leaned against her body, pressing her hard against the sofa.
"You need this?" I asked as I thrust into her. "You want this?"
"You know I do," she whimpered. "Please do it more. Fuck me."
I leaned over her back and whispered, "I was going to be mean to you and make you wait, but now I can't. Hold on."
I began rapidly humping into her, sliding my cock in and out, slamming it deep with each thrust. I didn't know it at the time, but her position against the sofa was pressing hard against her abdomen. Each thrust I slammed into her only served to press the arm of the sofa against her clit.
I don't know how I held out as long as I did, but as soon as I felt her pussy clench on me and knew she was coming, I stopped. I held my cock deep inside her as her orgasm took her. She shook and trembled and pushed back against me. She tensed up hard and then relaxed. That was my clue.
I quickly thrust in and out of her a few more times and then slid out and pushed hard against the cheeks of her ass as I came. I grabbed her bare hips and pulled her to me as I slammed against her. My cock spurted my cum onto her lower back. Luckily her shirt had risen upward or it would have been covered with my cum.
I actually stumbled back a few steps as I stood up. It was an awesome sight before me. She was helpless, bare assed with her shorts and panties still around one ankle. She was bent over the sofa with my hot cum cooling on her lower back and ass.
"A little help?" she said softly, wiggling her butt.
I looked around for something to clean her up with. Finding nothing, I pulled her shorts and panties from her foot and used the panties to wipe up my cum from her back. She finally stood and turned to me.
I held up the panties. They were covered with my cum. There was no way she could wear them tonight.
"You'll just have to go without," I told her with a smirk. I folded them tight into a ball and put them in the cargo pocket of my shorts.
"I'll want those back, ya know." She told me as she held the door open for me and the folding table I was dragging.
There was no denying the "freshly fucked" look on our faces as we came back into the cheer room. The girls all smiled at each other, but Kacey left them no time for questions.
"Let's go! Load up! We've got a game in two hours!" she yelled at them and they rushed to gather up their gear.
She called Kyla to her and whispered in her ear. Kyla smiled and went to get her cheer bag, letting the other girls go on ahead of her.
I shuffled out to the trailer with the folding table. It wouldn't fit. I tried several different angles, but it just wasn't going to work.
"Doesn't fit? Oh well," I heard Kacey say as she and Kyla came out the door. "We didn't really need it anyway."
Kyla held the door for me as I pulled the table out of the trailer and carried it back into the cheer room. Kyla closed the door as I stepped out. Kacey was already across the parking lot, heading for the cheer bus.
"Drive me to the bus?" Kyla asked.
"Hop in," I told her as I unlocked the truck. She opened the door and threw her cheer back inside and then climbed into my truck.
As I started the truck, Kyla looked over at me and said, "I told you she needed you." She had put a lot of emphasis on "needed."
"Kyla..." I began until she cut me off.
"No worries, Mr Davis." She said with a cute smirk. "What happens in the cheer storage room also stays in the cheer storage room."
Then she said quickly, "Drive slow!" I put my foot on the brakes and turned to her to ask why.
Kyla had braced her feet on the floor, raised her hips up and slid her spanks and panties down.
"Hey!" I whispered even though no one could hear. "What are you doing?"
She pulled them off from her ankles and separated the panties from the spankies, then slid the spankies back on.
Damn it was a sight to see! That sweet bare pussy just a foot or two away from me. She did the hip arch thing again and tugged the spankies back on just as I was pulling up to the bus.
"Here!" she said as she tossed me her panties. They were warm and moist in my hand.
I gave her a quizzing look, "What am I supposed to do with these?" I asked her.
She opened the truck door and slid down. She turned to me as she grabbed her cheer bag and said, "Well, you're a naughty man, so I can only imagine what you'd do with them. Kacey told me what you did with hers. I had to give her my extra spankies to wear tonight underneath her shorts."
"You, "she said with a smile, "need my panties to wrap around Kacey's that are in your shorts pocket. Your cum is starting to leak through."
She gave me a wink and smile as she closed the door. I looked down, and sure enough, as my shorts had tightened against my thigh, there was a slight damp spot.
Damnnnnn.
The End.
The Dinner
Three stories precede this one, in temporal order:
Christine. A tale of lust.
Angela. Teased and pleased.
Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge.
For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thiosulphates. So no tushes and fanny refers to the female genitalia; external, internal, or both, dependent upon context. Garter belts are suspenders, bathrooms are commonly loos or toilets especially when they don't actually contain a bath, johns are bogs, we the British often wee, pee or even 'spend a penny' (I'm not too sure what polite North Americans usually do, but Literotica characters definately piss). If you thi
nk anything else could be usefully included in this brief Anglo – North American Dictionary, or if some of it is redundant, please let me know.
The dinner.
The anticipation of having to taste your own white slippery seed as your canape is actually worse than the deed itself, though I could now understand why Christine reserved sucking me to orgasm as an exceptional treat. After Angela's initial salty embrace I hardly noticed the tang of my own semen when I kissed Christine; whose vigorous tongue thrusting intimated that she would like my tongue elsewhere, followed by a lot of thrusting, also elsewhere: if you kiss Christine when she is really fired up she tries to eat you alive.
When we broke apart Angela said, "Before we go down stairs I have a gift for our humble slave to remind it of its servitude. Here's your very own collar my little, obedient pet; admire it, then put it on." It was a large leather dog collar, it even had a name engraved upon it, 'big boy': very humorous. Angela also had a leash. Once I was collared and leashed they put on dressing gowns, yes pink ones, and we all trooped down for dinner; whilst remaining naked, at least I was not made to go on all fours: though probably only because neither of them had thought of it.
We sat at the table, at least Angela and I did, Christine scurried off to do something in the kitchen. "Right my obedient little slave here are your orders," Angela hissed, "after my dessert I am going to lure Christine back to the bedroom: there you will spread her legs over the arms of the chair as if preparing to give her a good licking and humping but then, instead, kiss her on the mouth as you gradually put all you weight on her. With her legs splayed like that she has no leverage there, so if you get her arms right she will be pretty well helpless. Next, keep you weight on her, but also assist me in tying her hands behind the chair, then stay put until I've tied her ankles. Only then do you get off her, when you stand to attention and await my further orders."
"You're going to do her after dinner?"
"Let's be clear about one thing," she snapped, "obedient slaves simply obey, they never dare to question their mistress. Imagine what it would feel like to have a mistress grab one of your nipples, squeeze it hard and then twist it as violently as she could?"