As she strained, about to let go, I stopped and retrieved my finger... slowly. I licked it sensuously, picked up my pencil, and returned to my papers.... 'Fuck me, please,' Cheryl Smith, Professor of Ethics pleaded. I let her beg for a while, my penis straining against my trousers as it sought relief. 'Cheryl, what would your students say?' I asked in mock incredulity. 'Our young Professor of Ethics using the f-word.' I pulled her down into my lap and we kissed once again. I unbuttoned her. He slid the straps from her shoulders and her nipples stiffened in the night air helped along by the passion mounting inside her.Mark had left Patricia chatting with Mindy to go and get the keys before Mandy locked him out and spotted Mike going in to his room, he stealthily approached the door and listened hearing nothing.He quietly opened the door and peeked at the bed, nothing.The curtains were moving in the breeze giving a glimpse outside and he spotted them there.He approached and watched. Her motions were addicting him more surely than any illegal drug. Ever so gradually, Tony’s brand new lover coaxed him towards another fireball of delight. It was if she were worshipping his rigid cock as if it were some unholy God, seeking her internal treasures. Her voice became more seductive. Invitation oozed from her mouth just as surely as the juices flowed from her impaled cunt. “Fuck me nice and slow master! Just keep fucking me! You’re so deep inside me! Ahuh! Ahuh! Ahuh! Yes. I sat on a short stool in the middle of Kellie's kitchen as she worked her way around me, cutting my hair and sipping a glass of wine. Neither of us were in a relationship at the time, and our conversation turned into sharing stories and laughing about the frustrations and quirks we experienced in our previous relationships as well as some nightmare date stories. Kellie was wearing a knee length sundress without a bra, and I couldn't help noticing her hardening nipples as she manuevered close.