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I took
another swig of my scotch and rocks, watching young Liz’s fascinating
jugs
sway and jiggle, the flesh of her incredible ass softly rippling, while
she was
also actively wiggling said ass, and eagerly banging back against the a
big
balled young godling, who leaned into Liz and furiously walloped in
return,
nads spanking clit.
She
was
enjoying it.
My own
pleasure was watching her getting banged by a big balled godling,
whose face
was now thrown back at an angle that still hid it.
Pretty
fuckers fucking hard.
Shifting
around, to take the pressure off my own distending nads proved helpful.
Then
both my naughtily pretty darlings blew, hard. His crotch arched
strongly into
hers, his fuzzy young balls shaking severely, his gloriously strong ass
cheeks
dimpling, as he grunted in satisfaction, while Liz had her head down,
her
entire body quaking, over and over, as she moan, gasped, and made
little
“ooh-ooh” sounds.
I
again
shifted on my perch, as she wiggled her pretty backside and got a yelp
out of
him, as he quavered and spurted the last of his cum into Liz’s sweet,
receptive
cunt.
I could see myself doing that, hell,
I could
feel it, already; I’d love to do that.
Liz’s
lover leaned over her, chuckling, his well-muscled arm slipping around
her
slender waist, his face still hidden, as he murmured into her ear.
Oddly,
watching Liz stretch and rub her naked body against her naked lover
like a
bronze cat, for some reason, almost made me lose my wad in my shorts.
Then,
her lover kissed her neck, shoulder, and slapped her hard on her
magnificent
golden tan ass, which jiggled a little and colored a handful from his
playful
cruelty.
The
Pretty Fuckers
Oh, I
was right about his face. He looked directly at me, then slid out of
Liz’s
juicy cunt and stood, completely naked before me, prior to giving the
girl a
hand up.
The
godling proved to be a colorful Michelangelo’s David, the glorious
statue of
the young pre-king shepherd that more people have whacked off to than
any of us
want to acknowledge.
These
bad and bold children completely ignored me, as they dressed. Liz asked
him if
he had “a tissue, or something.” He didn’t.
I
snapped my fingers. It’s a trick I stumbled across with my own kids,
since the
loud snap always got their attention, and then annoyance, once they
realized I
snapped for the dog, as well.
These
two deigned to finally look my way, finding me amusing; Liz also found
the gaze
I gave her a challenge, and imperiously headed my way. Damn. A
breathtakingly
beautiful woman-child, and still mostly naked; the only thing she’d put
on was
a translucent demi tee
top.
Young
David laughed at me.
Okay.
My
mouth had fallen a bit open. I’m in awe of true, stunning beauty. Who
isn’t?
But,
this was my break; I don’t blow chances as special as this.
Liz,
smelling like sex, something like horny, fresh-fucked, dripping cunt,
came
close enough for me to touch her.
So, my
delighted fingertips touched vibrant young skin, starting at the inside
of her
firm, coursed up her smooth calf, to catch their combined juicy cum, as
it slowly
coursed down her inner leg. My thick fingers followed up coursing along
its
path back up the inside of her knee, and sensitive, ticklish inner
thigh, back
to the cum and juice’s hot, slick source.
The
pretty little cunt let me touch that, too; hot, still swollen and juicy
as all
hell. I took my sweet time touching heating . . . everything. I have
large,
strong, “gentle” fingers, “creative fingers”; been told that more than
once.
You
make
beauty when you don’t have it.
Young
Liz wasn’t complaining, while gazing down on me, as I coaxed her
closer, with
my articulate thumb on her engorged clit and three of my thick fingers
exploring her most girly orifice. I could smell and feel the heat of
her
well-buffed muff near my face.
But,
she’d just had her pretty pretty
blasted thoroughly
by perfect Young David over there; so, I had to make my point
unequivocally
clear.
Kids
don’t listen, otherwise. You have to show them your
authority and
respect. Then, they’ll listen.
I
removed my fingers, smelled, then licked and sucked the salty and tart
flavors
of them both off my digits.
And,
if
you think or feel that that sounds all “Ew!!” as my daughter and her
little
friends might say; close this and go on about your own damn business,
not
mine.
I know, I shouldn’t’ve
been touching so
much, without “protection.”
Meanwhile,
our young David was already forgetting I existed.
However,
I had delicious Liz’s full attention; so, she leisurely turned her back
to me,
opened her legs to a wide enough stance, then slowly hung fully over,
until she
could see me again. It takes balance, a sense of impeccable direction,
and
flexibility to hang from the waist, in heels, with those breasts,
totally
perpendicular, presenting all of those sexual courses of delight.
Liz
is
obviously a Dance Major or Minor. Joy,
joy, joy.
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I saw
David past Liz’s ass, fully dressed but watching us, long-stroking his
perfect
peter. Flawless. A Triple Crown
Thoroughbred horse cock.
However,
his eyes widened, when mine tumbled heavily out into my large mitt, in
its
eagerness and enlarged to its massive thickness and length, like a Macy
float,
that caught his full attention. Clydesdale, “in the
house,” as my
Students might say, since they see Clydies
in beer
commercials.
Personally,
though, I’m a Shire; the largest heavy horse breed, for the biggest
jobs. Not a
cute, little Hobbit shire, not at all.
I have
in fact been told, even by men—supposedly straight—in
sports showers,
that my long, beefy cock is my “beauty mark.” Wonderful, the one part
of me not
exactly available for daily, perpetual display, except at the beach or
a pool,
where I do very well for dates.
David’s
eyes were still wide with lust—Yes, I know what lust for my
cock looks like
in another man’s eyes.
But,
more importantly, his expression gave me hope and one particular
thought which
zoomed into then bounced around my brain, like a crazed sparrow in a
box; a
very distracting thought.
Of
having them both . . . ?
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He
looked at me, with his stunningly odd eyes, before leaning close, his
hot breath
softly on my neck and ear, and whispered an invitation of: when, where,
what.
Then,
he
mentioned something very interesting about Liz, who preternaturally
looked
back; knowing she was being mentioned.
David
scrutinized my face, which is something most people don’t like to do,
or can do
without making a face of their own. Some say it’s the composition of
my face,
that it’s off; or it’s the frightening intensity my expressions can
take. A few
have said, it’s because
I’m “pure evil.”
One
was
my ex.
Whatever, as
the
kids say; especially, when . . .
. . .
when his lips softly
brushed mine.
A
Freshman Boy’s Kiss and Grope
“Then,
he kissed me”—just like the 1960s song—hard, full
on.
My
brain
was a bit surprised. I didn’t find it offensive or slap him upside the
head.
Finding
me compliant—no one’s ever said that about me—he
pushed his tongue
against my lips; I let him in. He was active and firm, I found myself
returning
the favor, holding the back of his curly haired head to ensure he
didn’t stop
too soon.
Simultaneously,
I found his swelling crotch . . .
[more]
Watching
a Freshman Fuck a Tight
End
While,
Ty and his beefy, muscular friend wore absolutly
nothing; well, except the jock wore athletic socks and an off kilter
jockstrap. I was
still treated to the sight of gorgeous, naked young men in a hotly
aroused
embrace, wrestling with their combined ardor.
What
was
not to like.
I
quirked a smile, just for myself; I now had confirmation. I’d known I
was
correct two semesters back. And now the evidence was right before my
greedy
eyes.
Our
heavily recruited, expensive, upperclassman tight end was grabbing his
pale
ankles, so to speak, as Ty was completely abusing the man’s reddened
shithole,
in front of Mr. Varsity’s mom’s smiling picture.
He had
her blue Saxony German eyes and his enormous late father’s blond Viking
impressiveness, as I recalled from last year’s parents’ weekend.
Wonder
if she truly knows? Or approves?
I
imagined the portrait’s face making an “Oh, my god!” face, then
averting its
eyes.
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Liz
was
already getting me hot, that, and the full, close-up view of Ty’s
masculine
perfect lines, eight pack (something I’ve never had),
and his fine,
perfect thoroughbred cock, as I restood,
while he and
Liz eagerly peeled off my clothes.
I’m
fairly fit, not a poster boy wet
dream like this kid,
Ty; but, I’m solid and strong enough to take and hold onto what I want.
My size
keeps students, who didn’t like the grades I’ve given, in their place,
even the
footballers.
Both
kids touched my swelling hardness. The joyous upside of being so huge
is that
there’s enough for all; downside: some cunts, mouths, and anuses are
just too
small or to intimidated to correctly accommodate me.
That
wasn’t my problem tonight.
There
was a slapping of hands and snarling, sort of.
The
children were squabbled, for a moment. I really thought they were going
to
fight for it (my cock) and come to blows; but, Ty’s the top of their
relationship and Liz would have to wait her turn.
Explains
why Liz cut herself in for a long, hard fuck the night before. She was
probably
still sore deep inside, and yet still begging for more.
At
first, I was going to remain standing, but then realized that sitting
I’d
comfortably be the center of both my new Students’ industrious
attentions.
Hmm.
[more]
Lips
still sealed wide around hot and hard meat, Ty exchanged a long,
knowing glance
with Liz, who simply said:
“Told
yah.”
Ty
closed his eyes and hard-sucked from my meat pipe, to the tasty last,
savoring
my abundant cum with palate and tongue, before swallowing every drop
I’d give
him—always a great sight.
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Repenetrating him,
a
little at a time, he’d push back for more and I filled him, stretching
his anus
wide.
“Good
boy, my good lad. That’s it. Take it.”
“Mm,”
he
felt good, sheathing my mushroom fat cockhead . . . .
Oh,
yes. He
pushed back and I pushed in. A
very good boy.
Young
Ty
was pleasing me with enthusiastic anal grasping and sucking on my
chunky thick
Shire, as I shoved it in him, inch by intrusive greedy, fat inch.
“Ah.
Yes. More, Professor, more.
Please,” was all he’d
murmur over the din outside, except, “Don’t stop.”
As this gorgeous godling gave in to
me, yielded his virgin insides
to my wide and rude intrusion.
“Yeah. Don’t
stop, Professor. Fuck his ass good,” Liz chimed in.
Not
grammatically correct but that happens when arousal sets in.
[more]
A bisexual, male Professor, newly tenured and bored at his college’s
Student / Faculty mixer, discovers two young Freshmen openly having
sex— a gorgeous, brown-skinned classic Greek “godling” and a beautiful,
gold-skinned mixed race coed female.
A bisexual, tenured, male college professor, bored at a Freshmen mixer,
discovers two young freshmen boldly having sex openly — a gorgeous,
brown-skinned classic Greek godling and a beautiful, gold-skinned mixed
race male.