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The second quarter of the fall
semester was turning out to be a bitch. The Dean
had laid on another section of European History on me after one of the
profs got herself bent out of shape in an auto accident and I had to take
mid-stream. The prof was one of those radical feminist types who always
that every event in history was just another excuse for an "assault
Naturally, it was my luck to not
be at the Department meeting when it was
decided who would take over the classes filled with militant neo-lesbians.
I guess a little of my own history
is in order. My name is Philistine Smith, or
'Phil', and I am a tenured Professor of Western Civilization at the University
of California at Berkeley. That probably explains a lot to you about the
militant neo-lesbian component on my campus. I've got another fifteen
go until I qualify for full retirement, but when you're fifty-one fifteen
doesn't seem all that long a time.
I actually went to this school
thirty years ago and was one of the fellows who
actually went to class and did okay for himself instead of smoking pot,
acid, and protesting "The War" and "The Man". I graduated
with my Phi Beta Kappa
Key and found a lot of doors in the world flung wide open before me. It
hard for me to pick up a teaching job at Mills College where I spent my
teaching and my nights writing my doctoral thesis on why the Edict of
actually a good thing for the Hugenots in the end.
My doctoral thesis attracted the
attention of the old guard of the faculty at
Berkeley as it was one of the few mundane subjects they'd seen in quite
time. They were surprised that I could string together six hundred pages
using the name "Viet Nam" even once. I was offered a tenured
position in the
Social Sciences Department and that was about it for me.
I rapidly became known for not
having a single controversial idea and the more
conservative students, those who managed to finagle their way onto campus,
tended to gravitate to my classes. All the better to my liking as I didn't
to deal with walk-outs, sit-ins, drop-outs, and fuck-ups. In thirty years
tenure I'd never been mentioned on the front page of any newspaper nor
lead story on the evening news. This is a rare accomplishment at Berkeley.
Well, yes. And I also met my darling
wife in 1976. We were at a bar along
Telegraph where I was grading papers and she was a grad student celebrating
election of Jimmy Carter. As the first Democrat since Kennedy (true Dems
count Johnson, I've found) there was a lot of hope that Carter would be
clean up Washington and heal the wounds of Viet Nam and Watergate and
radiant with hope that evening. And no small amount of rum, too, I might
The rum is how we met, or what caused us to meet, that is.
Anna jumped up on a table as Gerald
Ford came on TV to concede the election to
Carter and I looked up to see her lose her balance. I caught her head
before she would've hit the fireplace at the old bar and, in the process,
a number of papers with beer. She laughed her drunken head off and asked
name before going back to the party. I shook my head at the foolish drunk
gathered up the sodden paperwork to take home and toss in the dryer.
The next day a much more sober
Anna came to my office and apologized for her
lack of decorum the night before. She'd had to go back to the bar to get
as she'd forgotten it as quickly as I'd said it to her. Upon visiting
she examined the spot where we'd met, took a good look at the fireplace,
realized how close she'd come to dying from a head injury. And I was her
Imagine that. Me. A hero. To Anna,
I was better than Superman. I was the first
man she'd met who didn't try to get in her pants right away and I didn't
big deal about saving her life, which seemed to enamor her of me even
She took me home to meet her family
over Thanksgiving and then I came back for
Christmas and New Years. The clock rang in 1977 and I proposed to Anna
knee with four years' savings displayed in a little blue box from Tiffany
It seemed appropriate that we
were married on January 20th, Jimmy Carter's
The years went by and Anna gave
me three beautiful children. All three grew up
to be the kind of kids any man would be damned proud to have. Our eldest,
works for the Justice Department as a young FBI agent. Millie, the middle
is pre-med at Johns Hopkins. And Darryl, our youngest. What can I say?
of a radical and a nebbish and he got on the bus for UC San Diego and
got off at
Camp Pendleton. Right now he's God-knows-where hunting for Saddam and
his Uncle Sam as a United States Marine. He's quite the sight in his uniform,
especially when he comes to visit the old man here at Berkeley.
He came to see me last month before
he shipped out and he walked proudly into
the nest of neo-lesbian heckles and screams that is now one of my classes.
was quite inspiring to me when he kept his calm and walked to the front
class and saluted me before hugging me. The class was dead silent when
heard him say, "I love you, dad."
The mean faces with short-clipped
hair were all mute, probably in fear that I'd
retaliate against them come grading time.
And isn't that the joy of tenure?
Make no doubt, some of those sick little Rosie
O'Donnell wanna-bes will be losing their financial aid when their semester
grades come out. I hope their little attitudes are as welcome at Podunk
Community College as they are at Berkeley.
Anyhow, I saw my son off after
first dismissing the class and I walked him
across campus to get him a cab to the train station at Emeryville. I found
myself looking at him now and again as we walked and I wondered how it
I had raised a lean, mean, killing machine. I still remember him crying
I still remember him crying at
his mother's funeral last year.
His entire platoon, eighty-three
strong, came to the funeral and six of them
carried Anna from the chapel to her final resting place. Darryl's sergeant
("Master Gunnery Sergeant Ortiz!", as he'd surely remind me)
later told me that
he'd felt an obligation to show the respect of The Corps to the mother
of, as he
said, "One damn fine Marine, sir!" Turns out that this is high
praise from a
My Anna was the mother of a damn
fine boy and I'll never forget it.
Which brings me to Thrusday night
three weeks ago. Melissa Courtney, a fetching
little lass if there ever was one, comes into my office blathering about
financial aid and scholarships and on and on. She's actually one of the
students, and normal, to boot, in the neo-lezbo class.
Quite by mistake, I'd flunked
her thinking she was one of the lezbo mob that had
screamed and spat at my Darryl. It would just be a matter of paperwork
for me to
correct her grade and I'd have simply done that were it not for her sudden
clarity of speech.
"Prof. Smith, sir, I'll do
ANYTHING, I mean it sir, ANYTHING, to get my grade
She kept talking and I guess I
just tuned out the noise and thought about her
long, brown hair and her shapely little figure. After all, it had been
years since Anna and I had, well, you know with her illness there hadn't
any sex at the Smith house in some time.
I held my hand up to Miss Courtney
and she quieted down.
"Now, Miss Courtney,"
I swallowed as I crossed an ethical line, "you had a...a
proposition in mind, did you? And what, pray tell, would that be young
The English language with all
of its nuances and intonations has the remarkable
ability to say something while using words completely unrelated to the
being conveyed. Miss Courtney grasped my meaning accurately.
Her eyes widened and she whispered,
"You mean you want me to give you a
I stood up and went to the door
of my office. I looked up and down the hall and
the place was a tomb. A glance at the clock and I realized it was after
the evening! No wonder we were alone. I closed the door and locked it
turning back to Miss Courtney.
"Yes, Melissa, a blowjob
shall be a nice start to redeeming your grade. But
first," (in for a penny, in for a pound I say) "why don't we
see those boobs of
Shocked, she stood there as I
sat back down in my chair and pushed back from my
"Now would be a good time
to take off your blouse, dear."
I could see her mentally balancing
the value of her grade against her integrity
and I guess virtue just isn't what it used to be.
Odd, I was simultaneously pleased
and disappointed when she unbuttoned the
blouse to reveal a satiny pink bra over, hmmm, they must've been 34, maybe
C's. My cock began to whir with some familiar feelings as the girl undressed
I must say it was nice to feel like a man again.
"Melissa, I can call you
She nodded her assent.
"Yes, and you can call me
'Phil', if you'd like. Yes, Melissa, let's have you
take off that bra, shall we?"
She was truly quite lovely once
she was bare from the waist up. Pert breasts
with a womanly hint of fullness to them decorated by the kind of nipples
would someday find easy to suckle upon.
Melissa was acutely aware of me
staring at her wares and her apprehension faded
a little to display her more aggressive side.
"Can we get this over with?
I can't stand here like this all night."
I perked up an eyebrow at her
insolence and then sighed as I unzipped my
trousers, pulled aside my boxers, and freed my cock for my new friend.
around the desk without being bidden and I was pleased when her eyes went
at the side of my equipment. Anna had always told me I was blessed as
a man but
I just took her words as the act of a loving wife. Melissa's reaction
me of the passion Anna and I had once shared and I felt myself swell with
anticipation. The pert little brunette knelt between my legs and looked
tool before looking up at me, as if maybe I'd change my mind.
"Go on, dear, it's getting
And, God Bless America!, did Melissa
go on. It was my first blowjob, to be
honest, and Melissa did such wondrous things with her toungue! I let my
drift into the cloud of her lovely hair as her head bobbed up and down
cock and I asked myself why I hadn't insisted on this kind of thing years
The talented young thing knew
just how to do this and I realized that she'd
acquired no small amount of experience in this sort of activity. I felt
guilty for what I was making her do as the image of her unsoiled innocence
from my mind.
Quite literally, I saw stars as
my loins erupted into her mouth. The little
nymph didn't stop as I released and she drew forth another gout of my
I was catching my breath as she
suddenly stopped, stood up, and turned to the
garbage can. Just as quickly, she knelt down and noisily upchucked the
of her stomach into the can. Upon consideration, I realized this might
I've heard men prefer that a woman 'swallow'. The alternative is rather
"There, are you happy?"
Clearly, the insulted and aggrieved girl was fighting
My mind quickly calculated her
gathering courage and I decided that courage, a
virtue in general, wasn't a good thing in a young lady who'd recently
her professor under coercion. I decided to quickly take control of things.
She was clearly stunned.
"Melissa, you'll do well
to speak to me respectfully or not at all."
I let her dwell on this for a
"We'd be done here tonight
were it not for your attitude. As of this moment you
have earned yourself a 'D'."
The implication was clear. While
she wouldn't fail with a 'D', she'd not be
returning for the Spring semester.
I took her reddened cheek in my
hand as I talked to her.
"My house is in Orinda. You'll
be my guest tomorrow night for some
more...tutoring, shall we say?"
She drew a breath to protest and
I placed a finger on her pouty, full lips.
"No, dear, not one more word
or the deal's off. Got it?"
She looked down at her shoes and
nodded with proper submission.
"Good. Then I'll pick you
up at the BART station at, say, six tomorrow evening.
We'll have a nice dinner and I'll introduce you to a remarkable claret
have a lovely sorbet and a port older than yourself for dessert."
I loudly zipped my trousers for
"Now get dressed and get
out of my office, I have work to do."
It was all I could do to studiously
ignore the pretty girl as she dressed and
then exited my office, closing the door quite properly behind herself.
The door had no sooner clicked
shut than I'd broke out in a sweat over what I'd
done. It takes thirty years to build a reputation and five minutes to
it. And I'd put in the five minutes now, hadn't I?
The trip home was uneventful and
the traffic through the Callahan was blessedly
light. Less than forty minutes after I'd locked my office door I was in
at home with a generous tumbler of Scotch soothing my nerves.
What the hell was I thinking?
What was I really going to have the poor girl do
tomorrow night? Me, a flabby old man with a comb-over and a taut young
Mutt and Jeff, we'd be. Surely, Melissa had a young man on the Bears who'd
my ass right into the emergency room were he to find out. I had three
who'd never forgive me. I'd lose my job. The girl could sue me.
A lot of years had passed since
I'd had a half a fifth of Scotch and I certainly
felt it the next morning. I had to take a migraine pill before getting
car and then I still suffered as the traffic on the 24 crawled along.
noon before I felt normal again and then, after lunch, it was time for
Melissa was absent from her seat and my paranoid mind was just waiting
Dean and Campus Police to walk in the door and arrest me in the middle
creating the Hanseatic League.
The rest of the day was no better.
When four thirty came along I was relieved to
get to my car without handcuffs on and I flipped on the radio for some
I made my way to the Oakland hills. It was quarter past five when I pulled
at Orinda and drove past the BART station. Then I drove past it again.
it was on my fifth circumnavigation of the station when I pulled in and
near to the front. It was ten 'till the hour according to the deejay.
My passenger door swung open and
a blur of blue and gold jacket swung in. The
fist of a boyfriend was on my quickened heart and then I saw the blur
hair bundled up neatly upon a feminine figure.
"You're early. Thanks for
not making me wait." She sounded appreciative, really.
It was uncomfortable, at first,
but we drove along and talked about school
before arriving at the house. The garage door closed behind the car and
escorted my guest into the house.
Melissa asked for, and received,
a large vodka rocks before dinner, I guess to
try to relax. She toured around the house and complimented the view even
the view is really of other houses in the valley. She even remarked on
furniture and surprised me with her eye for the Federal pieces in my library.
She readily knew them to be originals and not reproductions. It surprised
that she had this kind of depth.
Dinner went off quite well. The
salmon almondine was done perfectly and the
claret was a nice accent to the red fish. The raspberry sorbet complimented
forty-five year old port and I noticed my guest having no small amount
fortified spirit for herself.
We finally retired to the living
room where I set a nice Brahms medley on the CD
player and our conversation continued. The five CD's had run their course
guest and I noticed the evening had moved into the later hours. Melissa's
mood suddenly evaporated and she poured the remaining half of the fine
her empty water glass and then emptied the glass in single draught.
"There," she slurred,
"now I'm ready. The dinner was great and all, but how
'bout we get that blowjob done so I can go?"
Without prompting, she stood and
pulled off her polo top and doffed her bra.
Kneeling down at my feet she pulled at my belt and undid my trousers,
rising cock out of my boxers. She looked at me, then down at my crotch
held her hands to her face. Springing up she ran to my bedroom and slammed
door. That she was crying was a certainty and I composed myself before
"I'm not a slut." she
sniffled as I entered the room.
"I never said you were, Melissa.
I just wanted to accomplish some business and
enjoy your company for the evening." She sniffled again, almost a
snort if you
will. I patted her on the back.
"You can't blame me for wanting
you, can you?"
She nodded politely and I could
see my little bit of flattery was well timed and
"Where's your bathroom?"
I gestured at the correct door
and she got up from the bed where we were seated
and strode quite beautifully to the door. The volume of alcohol she'd
had caught up with her bladder and the tile walls of the bathroom served
amplify the resultant sounds. She peed like a racehorse, frankly. It was
before I heard the sound of a flush and then a good fifteen minutes passed
waited for her to emerge.
When she didn't appear I finally
got up and knocked on the door. With no
response I opened the door and found my guest in a rather distressed position.
Her pants and panties were around her ankles and her face rested on the
next to the toilet where she was still seated. The snoring was subtle
feminine. I chuckled a bit as I knelt down and looked at her.
"Melissa, dear, are you awake?"
There was no response. Well, I
decided not to leave her like this all night and
I had to figure out how to get her to the bed. Carrying her was out of
question since my back just isn't what it used to be. I'd have to get
enough to stumble to the bed. I shook her a bit and got a precious little
response. Calculating that I'd be able to get her to her feet, and that
her on her feet to get her pants back on, I knelt down and removed her
socks, and then the pants and panties.
Sure, I could've done this another
way, but this way I got to see her naked.
This way was the best, don't you agree?
Freed from her constraints I got
her arm around my neck and lifted her up.
"Wha-wha-where am I going?"
I chuckled again. "I'm putting
you to bed. You're drunk."
She worked with me enough that
we made it to the bed where I let her fall to one
side. I walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers
then, reaching across to Melissa, I prompted her to get in and then I
blankets up over her angelic form.
Memories of mornings in the distant
past when a girlfriend stole out early one
morning came back to me. I gathered Melissa's clothing and her purse and
them in the trunk of my car. Now it was well after midnight and past my
bedtime. A proper part of me thought about the guestroom and then I gave
consideration to the naked brunette in my bed and figured a little companionship
in bed might be nice for the first time in too many years.
My clothes were folded in their
place and I went to the bathroom to get ready
for bed. I flossed and brushed and rinsed. Spitting out the mouthwash
at the paunchy, two hundred sixty pound fellow in the mirror and wondered
Melissa would think when she awoke to this sight in the morning? I decided
I set my customary glass of water by my bedside and then set a little
next to it. The pill had been a gag gift for my birthday and I'd kept
its three comrades, never thinking I might have a use for it. Then I eased
myself into the bed where my guest was busy snoring off her drunk. It
quite th luxury when I sidled up to her naked form and draped my arm around
breasts. She fidgeted a little bit and then cuddled herself up to me before
slipping into a deep sleep.
Satisfied with the company of
a warm woman in my bed, I readily slipped off to a
comfortable sleep as well.
I didn't stir again until the
clock buzzed at six on Saturday morning. I reached
over and clicked it off wondering why I'd set it so early on my day off?
delicate hand pawed at my back and I remembered the night before. I turned
gently and in the early morning glow I saw my guest happily sleeping next
Her hand drifted to my fat belly and playfully tugged at my belly hairs.
reached for my water and was about to take a swig when I remembered to
little pill. It was right where I'd left it and it was soon the first
have for breakfast.
I slipped back into the warm covers
and lay on my back, unsure of what to do
next. Melissa, in her sleepy innocence, lazily placed her hand on my hip,
fingers perilously close to my crotch. Ever so gently, I reached over
touched her breast, my fingers tracing a feathery touch along the young
The little bud of a nipple swelled up in response to my attentions and
swelled more as I brushed my index finger over it.
The promise of the blowjob the
night before was nothing in the world compared to
luxuriating with this beautiful nymph first thing in the morning. I breathed
silent, and blasphemous, prayer of thanks to God for giving me this moment.
With an empty stomach it wasn't
long before the effects of my little blue pill
were being realized. I felt a vigor I hadn't felt in over twenty years
through my body. Maybe a half-hour passed between my taking the pill and
taking effect and I amazed at the throbbing monster tenting up the blankets.
was even more amazing when a certain delicate hand wrapped around it and
the most gentle attentions I could ever have imagined!
In the growing light I looked
at Melissa's face and saw her lips pursing in a
kind of tempo. The tempo matched that of her hand on my cock. Then it
occured to me to wonder what her other hand was up to. Or down to.
Her moans grew in intensity while
her hand busied itself in her crotch. Shortly,
the hand that had been giving me quite the thrill was removed to hold
chest as she brought herself to her own rapture.
An old familiar musky smell came
to me and I was quite taken with the heady
aroma of a sexually pleased woman in my bed.
I felt like a teenager as I realized
I had no idea what to do next.
Once again, I was blessed by Fate.
Melissa stirred and whispered
to the morning.
"Mmmm, I want you."
In her sleepy, orgasmic state
she was asking for her lover. I knew damn right
well she wasn't thinking of me when she made that invitation, but I'd
wanting more than a blowjob and this was probably going to be my only
As gently as I could, I rolled
myself over and held her head in my hand.
Removing her pillow, I laid her pretty head down on the sheet. Her hand
behind my neck and gathered me to her breast as I kissed the ruby set
her porcelain skin.
"Mmmm" she murmered
as I suckled the perfect nub in between my teeth.
I dared one leg to insinuate itself
between her fawn-like limbs and she didn't
challenge me at all. I kissed her neck as I got myself fully between her
and felt my heart wildly thumping in my chest. I mused that, yes, this
an okay time to have a heart attack and die!
The delicate hands went up to
my sides as I held my weight on my elbows and
kissed her lovely, long neck. I was conscious of the heat of her body
on my cock
and I fought the urge to simply assault the girl. I imagined myself teasing
and making her beg me to take her. I pictured myself waiting an hour before
Turns out I have no such willpower
My painfully hard cock touched
a woman for the first time in years and a rusty
old instinct took over and made me thrust. Melissa responded by spreading
legs for me and I pushed again. Her dewey lips caught the head of my cock
gasped with joy as I felt the head poke into the precious girl.
My thrusts were not as measured
as they might once have been and my need was
quite overwhelming. I kissed Melissa full on the lips and she kissed me
back as thrust myself into her body and my passion began to build.
With one final and deep thrust
we were fully involved and I felt my heavy balls
fall against her pretty, upturned ass. Melissa's back arched as I pushed
and deep into her and her pretty eyes opened to look at me.
The dreamy, sleepy look gave way
to wide-eyed horror as my young guest realized
it was me. Our kiss abruptly ended. I froze in place, poised over the
"Prof. Smith! Omigod, what's
going on? Where am I?"
Her hands felt up and down my
sides and then she tried to reach between us. I
shifted a bit and my cock moved inside of her.
"You're FUCKING ME? You filthy,
ugly fat BASTARD! You're gonna go to jail you
fucking evil piece of shit!"
Her tirade continued and I was
really quite insulted. Her little hands pushed
feebly at my shoulders and there was really no way she was going to be
push me off of her. She screamed with frustration.
"Get the FUCK out of me before
you make me pregnant! I'm unprotected you goddam
dumb, ugly fuck!"
Melissa's little legs were running
in place they were so busy trying to get me
A little sidebar here is needed.
In years passed my wife and I would have been
making love and if she'd become upset my cock would go limp as if the
been let from a balloon. But Viagra doesn't work that way. As humbled
concerned and insulted as I was, my cock stayed nice and firm in Melissa's
pussy. Her struggles made for some back and forth motion and that wasn't
either. I'm not sure if it was the Viagra or just what it was, but the
had hit a chord with me and my reaction surprised even myself.
"Melissa SHUT UP!!!"
Her pouty mouth went open in utter
shock. She drew a breath to say something. I
held her body tight and felt her pussy pull off of me.
My face was maybe two inches from
her when I said this.
I reached up to her face with
one hand and held her lovely cheeks, scrunching up
her face in a kind of caricature.
"You, yes YOU, asked me to
make love to you and now I am making love to you..."
She struggled and moaned and I
"...and you're going to be
a good girl and let me finish what YOU asked me to
A tear ran from her eye and down
"YOU asked me to."
The little sprite went from vulnerable
little girl to a full-on harpie in a
"You're not sticking that
FUCKING THING back in me if I HAVE TO FUCKING KILL
Funny thing, before she'd shifted
into 'bitch' I was about to stop and just let
it go. She hawked up a goodly amount of lung cheese and spat it straight
face in the midst of the hurricane of insults and screams and acrimony.
reached to my bedside table and drew a tissue that I used to wipe my face.
Impassioned, I let it fall to the floor and then I refocused on the nasty
thing in my bed. I made up my mind.
She settled down a little as she
felt me rise off of her and step from the bed.
She fell silent as I padded out of the room to my library. I remember
to myself that my cock looked ridiculous as it stuck straight out as it
In the library I reached up to
the frame that held one of my eldest daughter's
mementos of her Academy days and then I turned and padded straight back
Melissa was still on the bed when
I came back.
"Where are my clothes?"
She said some other things I also
ignored as I got up on the bed and pushed her
down on her back. I straddled her chest and roughly grabbed her right
smartass bitch act ended quite abruptly when the handcuff locked into
held her hand behind the stout bedframe and seized and locked up her left
as she tried to slap me. I got up from the bed now and walked to the foot
The noise coming out of her mouth
stopped as I grabbed her ankles and pulled her
She screamed as her shoulders
and wrists were suddenly very uncomfortable.
"Melissa, I was actually
going to let you go until you spat in my face."
She screamed some more nonsense
as I pulled the blankets from the bed and
dropped them to the floor. Her eyes were quite wide as I walked around
back onto the bed with her.
She recoiled as I rolled myself
onto her again and forced her legs apart.
"There, now, Melissa,"
I said with my cock poised at her entrance, "now we can
finish what you started."
My chemically enhanced cock slipped
right back into her moist, warm body and she
silently endured my renewed attention.
The only vocalizations I had from
her for twenty minutes were little gasps as
I'd give her sudden, deep thrusts in the middle of my steady lovemaking.
more complaints I enjoyed kissing her neck, caressing her breasts and
and she didn't complain when I pulled her legs up to my sides, allowing
bottom out my cock in her lovely body.
She closed her eyes and kissed
me back when I dared to place my lips on hers.
The returned affection made me push into her a little harder and I was
with a familiar feeling. Her tender little pussy contracted around my
the little vixen milked me.
Our kissing became more fervored
and her legs gradually spread further to accept
I felt like a man again as the
young woman responded to me.
It took some more keen effort,
but she finally rewarded me with a prize beyond
price for a man such as myself.
My reward sounded like this:
Melissa's pussy spasmed about
my thrusting cock as the beauty surrendered to her
There was a time when I'd have
become gentle at a time like this, but this
wasn't the time. I got up on the girl in a push-up position until the
where we touched was where I plunged into her again and again.
She strained to spread her legs
wider as I prolonged her sexual release. My
chest was thumping wildly and I saw a drop of sweat fall from my forehead
lust inflamed breast beneath me. I fucked her as hard as I could. I fucked
'till she screamed and fell completely limp.
It wouldn't be long now. I could
feel it. I grit my teeth as my lungs burned
with the effort to keep up with my body.
Melissa tossed about like a ragdoll
as I fucked her relentlessly.
My arms gave out and I fell onto
her body, crushing her into the mattress. I
kissed her and thrust my toungue into her weakened mouth and felt her
little toungue meet mine.
I thrust into her deeply and held
"Oh, Jesus." I heard
My hard cock throbbed and swelled
and poured my come into the girl's eager pussy
like a firehose.
"Oh, God...oh, God...oh,
With each pulse of my come into
her pussy she'd call upon Divinity. It was quite
a nice compliment, really.
Her legs relaxed and I lay my
head at the side of hers while my cock stayed
unnaturally firm as it spasmed for a while longer.
The sheets were quite sodden with
our comingled sweat and other sundry juices. I
felt around and touched her thigh and she responded by pulling her leg
up to my
side. The movement stimulated me and I made a slight thrust into Melissa.
And thus, were we off and at it
again. In the middle of fucking her the second
time, I undid the handcuffs and was rewarded with a lovely kiss from my
Eleven in the morning was when
my cock finally went limp for the day after doing
a yeoman's job of repeatedly servicing my young guest. We weakly made
our way to
the shower together and Melissa surprised me yet again with her tenderness
washed each other.
"Phil, I'm glad you didn't
let me go. God, I had no idea what an older guy could
I kissed her and held her tight,
wishing the moment would never end.
Hmmph. I did have three more pills
left, didn't I?