When I was at full mast she said, “Looks like somebody is ready to go again. Where do you want me, Stud?”“On your hands and knees, I want to get...behind my bitch just like the dog she is,” I told her. Both of us were shocked by my tone and language since I never talk like that. She immediately got in the middle of the bed in that position and I got behind her rubbing my dick all over her ass cheeks.“Here we go,” I told her as I plunged all of the way into her in one stroke causing her to squeal. ....at last both our garments are on the floor. Me left in just my boxers, barely containing my need for you...you in a matching pair of panties the last covering of your innocence. Our lips meet once more, this time the kiss becoming more urgent, our tongues searching for each others, our breathing becoming ragged. I feel your fingers stroke my groin and my hardness jerks at your tender touch...I respond with delicate strokes of your gorgeous rear gently moving my hand to the front of your. What a tough name to go through life with.The usual lunchtime crowd was out on the quad. Alphaswith tight pouches looking for a lunchtimeassignation. With 60% more pantyboys than men, thealphas usually didn't have to look very diligently.Most of the pantyboys hadn't been fucked since beforebreakfast and they were itching for a full bottom.Carly wasn't looking because she had a date with anolder man! The other freshman girls were so jealous,since most of them hadn't even dallied with thefaculty. Her red, lipstick coated lips slipping up and down. “Fuck,” rasped Seymour gripping the arms of his desk chair with one hand, fumbling his computer keys with the other. Monica hitched her skirt higher up her hips, revealing her sheer stockings, she spread her vagina lips. “I’m so wet for you, Seymour baby,” she rasped, flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. She slid a finger deeply into herself. Seymour almost blew his load when she took it out, wet and shiny , licking and sucking.