“Oh holy fuck,” he said, feeling my cock filling his hole for the first time.“You like that?” I said, beginning to pull back out.“Fuck yeah,...�� he moaned. I got almost all the way out before I thrust back in again, making him moan again. I did this slowly the first few times to let him get used to the feel, then I started to pick up the pace. He was moaning loudly in pleasure. “Faster! Faster!” he cried, and I began to really pound him.I was grunting loudly with the pleasure of fucking his virgin. We talked of our academic progress that led us to be at the college as teachers though he came from the college that we, from ours, never referred to by name, just calling it that other place of learning. I think he was suitably impressed when he learned that I’d had a book published and promised to read it one day. Soon it was time to go and get dressed for dinner and he called out to the two boys to knock off for the day and thanked them for their efforts. They dropped their empty cans into. " I am not," I said, knowing it was true. "Now get out of here!"My backs of my thighs were pressed against the table. He came right up to me and grasped my left breast."Get off of me," I cried out. "Let me go!"He said, "I'm gonna get off all right. I'm gonna get off all over you."He had me pinned against the table. It was scary, but his nearness was arousing me. His strong hands squeezed my breasts as I struggled, trying to get free."Let me go, let me go..." I whimpered and hit his arms."Oh. "I didn't mean to ummm." His hands were on my bare back, pressing. I took his meaning."I know you didn't. I moved, your hand slid."He was apologizing for his hand slipping into my gown. I remembered he hadn't withdrew until I moved, but didn't want to point that out to him right now."I take it you know Mr. Thompson." JC asked, his hands moving over my back as we moved."Yeah, you can say that." I said trying to keep from watching him on the dance floor."And you wouldn't mind giving him something.