"I suppressed a giggle. I'd heard the term, ass-fuck. Barbie sometimes used it during her sexy mental meanderings. I'd never heard of ass-make-love, b...t if my college boy wanted to make love with my ass, then that's what I wanted, too."All right," I said. "What's the difference between an ass-fuck and making love with an ass?" It's all in the execution." I thought you said... hmm, that feels good." He'd pulled some of my abundant juices from my pussy to rub over my sphincter. "I thought you. I could see the lips glisten from the moisture that was gathering there. My cock lurched and I quickly found a reason to sit at my desk to hide my rapidly hardening cock. Luckily, I had my reading hours after this class so I could calm down (and likely relieve myself) before my next lecture.The students began gathering their belongings as the bell rang. Several of the girls threw me winks as they walked past my desk to leave the room. I guess I wasn't as good at hiding my discomfort as I'd. I wrapped her in my arms, rubbing her dry, and basking in her warmth.She snaked an arm from her coverings, and held me at arm’s length. “We need to go home. I have something there, that I want to show you.”I reached for my own towel, leisurely drying my self. “What might that be?”She stopped me, again. “Me.”“Do you mean, right now?”She looked at me, as I were stupid. (not that I had just given cause to wonder, or something!) “No, silly! If we wait until we’re home, then nobody will be. Certainly not me.'In the end, Brittany Anderson had been seduced by a girl nerd and an even nerdier professor, and willingly submitted herself to all their sick desires ... and she couldn't figure out how she'd let it happen, how she'd let it go so far.In the end, Mistress Michelle called an end to the event. When Brittany crawled on stage and announced to a mostly empty warehouse that she'd give one more blowjob for five bucks then passed out, Michelle had her drummer carry her back to the.