I can see her eyes water.
I look around. Nothing, except a guy nudging a sleeping girl on the shoulder; perhaps to take her to his car for a morning fuck. The girl wakes up, and upon noticing the guy, she stands quickly, with a smile, and heads out with him. This satisfies me because it only means the percentage of us being caught is lessened.
The movie plays loudly; a train is heard on tracks. Something about how tracks are made and how to reduce friction narrates through the speakers. I feel teeth on my skin, and completely come to the realization that I’m still holding Ms. Pelley down on my cock. I let go of her head. She withdraws from my penis, and as she does so, a wad of thick and slimy saliva drips from her lips, down to her chin, traveling to the floor in a thick rivulet. She gasps for air.
Ms. Pelley breaths heavy and wipes at her eyes. My head stands aloft, red and throbbing. Horny, I grab her again without giving her chance to properly recuperate her breathing. On the way to guide her mouth to my cock, I miss, and slam my heavy-saliva-coated-head on her nose. I quickly readjust as she opens her mouth wide, and fill her in. She places her small hands on my thighs, and I guide her mouth in and out. She plops her mouth on my head with each extraction.
Plop, Plop, Gauw-Gauw-Gauw-Gauw-Gauw, Plop! She takes it like a champion. Earning her oxygen, I release her.
Her nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin shine with saliva and pre-cum.
I take control quickly. She wipes at her mouth. I stand her up and start managing her shorts; with nimble fingers I undress the rest of her, leaving only her black, mesh thong. Ms. Umpteen had a similar thong, but hers was much larger to fit her big round milky rear.
Ms. Pelley has tan skin, the full length of her, with no discolored spots as if she had taken all her clothes off when tanning. She still breaths heavily as I inspect her. I clutch her rear. Suddenly, I have the urge to smack it hard with a solid palm, but the noise would resonate thoroughly, and awaken some , if not all, the sleepers. I settle for a tight grasp around her cheeks with both hands, caressing and massaging. While I fondle her ass cheeks, I notice an old metric testing set on a hoary retired teacher’s desk.
There are burets, graduated cylinders, test tubes, long necked flasks—the whole lot. I also notice ample room to place Ms. Pelley at the edge of the desk. So I do.
I quickly drag a chair to our new location and take a seat. Ms. Pelley’s pussy waits wet and open atop the desk.
I move her mesh thong to the side with a gentle finger. With full tongue, I dig in. I use my tongue like a vibrator, forcefully moving over her clit, around her clit, under her clit, on top of her clit, engulfing her clit. All comes included with the premium package of my tongue.
I fuck her with my mouth, lips and tongue trying to cram into her salty, strawberry flavored, pink hole. She covers her mouth with her forearm. I yearn to hear her moan, there is nothing more satisfying then a woman’s vulnerable sounds.
I slurp her full. Her pussy brimful with juice.
With my lips I gently bite down on her left lip. I suck it in between my lips, and tongue it before releasing it. It come to settle to its original positon. Hungry, I bite down on her pussy lip again, release, and commence eating her once more. I could hear her moans, but barely, as she kept them hidden behind closed lips.
As I clean my mouth with my tongue, wildly like a dog, I look over her thigh and see the test tubes held by silver ringed stands. I grab a test tube and look at the rounded bottom. She looks too; shyly she smiles down at me as I come to sit once again. Placing the glass tube into her tight lips, I press harder and harder, but slowly.
I may be a menace, but I would never harm such a beautifully preserved pussy.
Again, I enter her pussy with the tube. The tube, I estimate to be eight inches long. I push the tube with my thumb; her pussy seems to be stronger as her closing walls push the cylinder back, but I press a little harder. Ms. Pelley moans as she looks down at her pussy being tubed. She looks into my eyes, and then at my cock.
To be honest, I don’t want to use my hard dick. Not yet. I may have experience, but I fail to hold my cum once I start fucking. She persists to look down at my cock. Having placed the tube back, I stand in front of her pussy, her warm thighs wrap around me and she starts taking my shirt off. Ms. Pelley runs her little fingers down my torso. They bump along my abs, soft and warm touches. I love her hands; I grab them and place them on my cock. She grasps and moves my dick to her womanhood.
I pray to the gods of Olympus, the God of the Bible, the God of the Quran—which are essentially the same—all to come together and let my cock last longer than usual.
Her little hand guides my dick; I let her, and look down at her fingers near my throbbing veins. My sensitive head separates her bald lips and becomes sodden with pussy juice. Her little fingers let my cock go and I push in with a quick and deep thrust.
Not being careful, the desk slams against the purple-painted brick wall.
Her eyes widen, and she looks at me as my eyes widen. She snorts and starts laughing behind her forearm.
I smile and start thrusting into her pussy. She grabs the back of my hair tightly as I fuck her hard and deep. Her pussy sings wet songs. Walls within are tight, and pressing. Once I entered, my cock became inseparable; her pussy and my cock become acquainted and start working together—conjugate.
I slam into her tight pussy, and the desk slams again. I don’t want to awaken anyone at such a vital moment; so, I man handle Ms. Pelley by grabbing both of her arms and taking her off the desk; as I do, she simultaneously wraps her legs around me.
Unceremoniously, I let go of her arms, allowing her torso to bent back, she grabs herself as she bends at the waist and places her hands on the linoleum flooring as if she were doing an assisted handstand. Her warm pussy lips still kiss my cock and her legs remain wrapped around my waist.
Without having to worry about a rickety desk, I start pumping her pussy with hard thrusts.
My hands naturally wrap around her small waist as I fuck her in her half-handstand positon. I hammer her pussy, and with each thrust I feel my cock harden to a new level. My dick stiff, feels like it will rip out of my skin and drop to the floor like some toy dildo.
Her average sized breasts sail wonderingly as I fuck her pussy; I can’t keep track of their speeding movements, except for those times when they start whirling round and round, but this only happens when I keep a steady rhythm in her tight aperture—which I don’t. I fuck fast and that’s how I like it. I dig deep with slamming hips. My dick glistens, and I stare down at myself with each egress, admiring the wet coat of pussy juice around my entire cock.
I feel something shake; but it’s not me. The feeling is running through my fingers. I look down at Ms. Pelley’s arching body and see that her little arms are trembling from holding herself in a half-handstand. I wrap my arms around her and lift, she rises, and I place her on the retired teacher’s desk once again.
At this point my dick throbs, it beats with pulses and it begs to be released of its pleasure. I fuck Ms. Pelley, hard. Very hard. Pussy walls tightening for me. She’s feeling the same way, I can sense it. I push and pound into her voluptuous pussy.
My dick feels like a distant object, something like metal that doesn’t quite belong attached to my body.
As I hammer her small body, the desk starts Rocking and hitting the wall with brobdingnagian sounds, that can only relate to sexual activities by the rhythm of its beat.
I don’t care.
I slam, hip to hip, and hear her moan for me; this time she doesn’t cover her mouth.
Just when I hear her sweet moaning voice, I pull out and jerk my cock a good once over as I cum on her pronounced mound. Shot after thick shot of hot cum blasts out of my heavy cock. I beat her pussy with my rod, and as I hit her throbbing clitoris, she stutters backwards and starts blasting her wetness all over my balls, cock, and abs.
I release her and turn around to put my shirt on.
Everyone is staring at u
s.
Most of the guys fully erect.
The girls stare at my lower half, incredulous.
•THE END•
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