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I've trained myself to use a razor daily. The irritation usually
cools by noon, and any redness apart from any afternoon
masturbation, usually disappears by the evening, when my pussy
can really be truly appreciated, exposed. Lately I haven't been
wearing any panties, especially nice when it's summer, as little
perspiration gathers. Not only that, it's just one less thing I
have to think about pulling up and down when I go the bathroom.
If a boy excites me, say in the college library, then there's
little to stop myself from sneaking my hand below the table for
few quick rubs, and to swipe the moisture before it reaches the
back of my skirt, so I always keep a spare pair of panties in my
handbag or backpack, but then again, I seem to replace it about
every day.
Today, I've decided to wear my shortest mini-skirt, as I've got a
few tricks up my sleeve to play, or up my skirt, whatever you
prefer. First, I want to see if can break up my neighbor's
relationship--the walls in our dorm are so thin, I haven't been
able to sleep on account of their constant fucking--I can only
guess his roommate has a more quiet place to sleep or has a
little fuck bunny of his own whose place he can stay at. Whatever
the case, a few times were fun, but I've been looking the worse
lately for lack of sleep. I figured it's time to break he and his
girl up--plan is a simple classic, whether or not I actually
seduce him, just make sure to lunge at him and slobber (smear
make-up if possible) over his face the moment his girlfriend
enters his dorm room. I was waiting to hear her trounce down the
hall to the girl's shower room, and then I would on some bogus
pretence get myself inside his room. I was a bit delayed though,
a teeny bit of honey was escaping, so I had to dip a few
fingers--too bad yoga can't pay the ultimate dividend. I hadn't
put any lip color or gloss on so I figured why not, and raised my
index and middle fingers to my lips the smell excited me; I can't
imagine how males react. 
"David, you home."
"What's up, I just got up, can I talk to you later."
"Hey, I just need one second of your time, I know this is last
minute, but if you could just peek at my paper's conclusion
paragraph. I know you've taken several policy courses, and I know
I could trust your judgment."
"Not a good time, Shyla is here, taking a shower right now and we
both have class in an hour. Besides, I'm in my boxers."
"I've seen you in your boxers before, so what. . . come on, it
won't even be more than five minutes, long enough for me to be
out of here so you and she can get dressed... Please."
"All right, but quick's the word."
The paper was actually quite fine--David read over the
conclusion, and said he wished he could have submitted paper's
like the one he held. His response was simple:
"I don't see why you're worried about this."
	We were sitting on the floor myself Indian-style, so that when
he finally did lower the paper, he looked right into my crotch,
hard to miss when the morning's light obliquely crossed his
should and illuminated my pubic hairs. Resting my palms on the
floor, turning my wrists out and locking my elbow to emphasize my
chest, I found that I was pressing a fluid-filled condom;
surreptitiously, I licked my palm and then pressed my hand back
onto the condom.
"The uh... your umm... paper is good... good." He was talking to
the wrong set of lips.
"Oh thanks David, you're so sweet, Shyla's a lucky girl. And I
mean that in two ways."
I was pointing to his thick cock, which had risen quietly yet
brazenly from the opening in his boxers. There was no doubt about
my attracting him. I momentarily wondered if the honey on my lips
(both sets) had helped to seal the deal; surely my nipples had,
as they began to accent my halter top. He quickly held the paper
over his lap as his other hand shifter his cock back into the
boxers.
"Well, David I should probably go. This would seem to be the
worst you could fear in terms of Shyla coming back."
"Yes, you're right... and uh... she's uh, Shyla's a real good
girl... good..."
"Oh yeah, I know. Oh my god, I'm not wearing any panties, no
wonder you were saluting. I'm so embarrassed. Now I should
definitely go; here, let me have that paper."
When I reached out my hand the condom, fluid end swaying, trailed
behind it, swinging to a stop few seconds after I grasped the
paper and spilling its content on the edge of my paper. David
gasped, more embarrassment! 
"I'll take that," he blurted. And then, "I'm so sorry."
When I finally stood up, David having retrieved his hard on, I
noticed his cock created a tent, peaking well over the actual
waistband of the boxers. Hmmm... too fucking easy I thought--
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm so embarrassed, I think you sat in some of
it."'
Ideal! Here was another lucky turn of events. I think he was
finally realizing that he'd never be able to explain this
scenario, at least not without a whirlwind of two-hours screaming
and pacifying. Now he had two women to worry about as I began
acting anxious about my skirt and having to walk outside in the
hallway. Too easy! And should I need a plan B, all I need to do
was near my mouth to his still pulsating cock and dab a little of
his cum on my lips.
"I can't go back in the hallway like this." My own nectar had
already spotted the back of my skirt when I'd sat Indian-style,
and I doubted whether the globules clinging to the hem of my
skirt could be called stains. I acted somewhat frightened even
morally outraged, saying that I wasn't about to make contact with
his semen, that I expected him to please remove my skirt quickly
and give me a towel or robe.
The music had been loud enough to stifle the noise of Shyla's
approach apparently a short shower. On his knees, David was
tugging down my mini-skirt, my pussy more or less staring him in
the face, my ass facing the doorway, and his cock, freeing it
confines, was still blood-engorged. Perfection!
David jumped back and pulled a pillow over himself. saying there
was a misunderstanding over and over. What are doing with my
boyfriend."
I could have taken the sinister path and fully exploited the
situation, but I figured I had the truth on my side and since we
all had so little clothing on, I felt we'd be fucking in few
minutes even if we could accuse one another of the most heinous
crimes. David held out my skirt as if that would clarify the
situation.
Then Shyla said to me, quizzically, not angrily, "why are you
here at this time in the morning, with a wet skirt for."
"I sat down to ask David about my Poly Science paper, and I
happened to sit in one of the condoms you guys must have used
last night.
She sniffed the skirt, noting there wasn't one distinct smell but
two, and then said, "This might be David's, but this isn't" she
said wisely, probably hip to my little exploit now. But it wasn't
rage that was welling up in her, her chest seeming to clutch and
expand rapidly. "Sure, but how does that explain you own nectar
here," she asked after taking a deep slow whiff.
By this point in time, I don't think she really cared who'd been
excited, who'd spent what where, so made no effort to conceal my
lower body, and I could tell that my pussy, shaved into a steep
triangle, and bristling nipples were distracting her. Maybe she
had been masturbating in the shower?
Now or never I thought. I grabbed for the skirt, smelled it, and
said I really don't know how I smell (yeah right!). After a
strange silence, I reached my hand slowly between my legs,
leaning my ass against the desk so I could turn my lips out
farther, and said, "Let me find out," and I began to rub my clit
a bit and then ran the side of my fingers along labia and then
brought them to my nose. "I don't think the smell is at all the
same."
She then said, "let me smell it."
She didn't mean by hand. Her towel dropped, and she revealed a
pussy trimmed to perfection like my own, and the roundest ass in
the world. She lowered herself to her knees and voraciously began
lapping at my cunt. Poor David, he wasn't sure what to think.
First he was worried about his girlfriend seeing me and now we
were giving him the show of his up-'till-now adult life. I lifted
my foot so it rested on the arm of his desk chair and, cradling
the back of her head in both my hands, began to gyrate my pussy
on her lips and tongue. I softly began to moan and nibble on my
lips as I stared into David's eyes.
David really wasn't following suit--it was clear his girlfriend
had had a good deal more sexual experiences, for he stared at her
a little alarmed. Wow, maybe I could break them up after all and
steal her away so I can have a pal in my truant adventures. But
then again, I wanted cock, and David had voluptuous member with a
thick and widely ridged head and what looked to be a pretty
pendulant scrotum, a wonderful pleasure to have banging against
my cunt when I'm being fucked in the ass. It was clear he wasn't
much of an initiator, so I told him what to do--she was having no
trouble bringing me towards an orgasm, but something was a little
lacking in the dynamics, since her own sweet little box was being
ignored
"David, I think you should be fucking Shyla... but wait, come
here so I can lube your cock. I really didn't feel like having to
reposition myself at the moment, so I just so I just slowly let a
glop of spit drool into my palm, and quickly tilted it onto the
head of his cock, and then lathered his entire shaft.
"Put it in her pussy," I said in a very breathy command.
After a few minutes of her moaning, and after she'd seem to stop
paying attention to my sweet and nourishing box, I decided I
wanted to taste what David had worked up down below, so I had
David lie on his back and Shyla sit facing outwards so I could
suck on her cunt. It was such a pretty pussy, with lips shaped
like the wings of butterfly--and with the little reek of David's
sweat and my saliva, I knew I'd be coming again soon. Her clit
seemed as hard as David's dick, pushing from under its hood just
far enough so could nibble on it and suck on it, and then
alternating with flicks of my tongue and then so that I could
savor the taste. All the while with David's cock sliding under
the bottom of my tongue. I wasn't really into David enough to
suck his balls, and his scrotum not being shaven wasn't too
inviting.
My class had already started, and couple more orgasms or not, I
would still have to catch my professor. in his office hours
immediately after class. Just as I was trying to take my leave
Shyla called out, where to you think you're going--I asked if I
could borrow one of her skirts, but she just said, "aren't you
beautiful the way you are," and then jumped off David's cock and
grabbed by the wrist. It's your turn, she said.
David, growing in confidence said, "this cock need to pay a
tribute to both of his beautiful women."
Whatever, I thought, but dorkiness or not, his cock was promising
especially as it glistened with Shyla's cum and stretched so taut
the skin appeared to have it's own sheen. I'd have a little fun
first.
"Sure, but only if you rim my ass."
David hesitated, but when Shyla dropped to her knees and began to
tongue his own anus, David said okay.
Apparently this was a day of many firsts for David. Even
including the itty bitty fart I let go after David pulled a few
of sopping fingers, the taste of Shyla and me combined. Anyway,
the lead part clearly hadn't given his soliloquy, and I knew that
clock was ticking, so I just turned and practially dove my mouth
over and down his thick cock. Shyla came from the other side and
began licking his scrotum--she began tugging at the base of his
cock, she wanted me to get the last of it I guess. David began
changing his oohs into ughs hard jets of cum fired into my throat
my gosh, I thought, this boy's fertile. I almost gagged a few
times. It was a tangy batch--if I hadn't already eaten breakfast,
I would have considered sending it down, but I figured Shyla
wanted to be a greater part of the debauchery, so I tongued her
hard, the fluid winding between her tongues, our lips gliding
over each, smacks and gurgles.
I rifled her drawer and snatched a pretty rayon miniskirt and
flew out the door I had other business to attend to my professor
and my academic standing.
.normally I appreciate the little jaunt down the stairs that gets
my heart and lungs in order, and well makes me believe I really
don't need to go the gym. Good sex, especially group sex can
offer quite an array of 
So many cute guys today--in this rabid heat, my skirt had quickly
dried, but my sweet ass the curiosity it inspired, to see if I
was good to go--too many girls around though for any the boys to
lean and crane--but I'm not claiming I'll stole the show or any
of scenes, there's a lot of hot pussy that I want to suck, a lot
of sweet cunt I want to fuck with a strap on... oops, I obviously
am not preoccupies with learning during my academic career at
IFCU. Anyway, I was pursuing a grade. . . besides it was
Thursday, and I knew if I was seeking to harvest all this fruit,
some of the ripest would be at a few fraternities, I Needed to
keep the box dry, needed to keep the box dry--you'd think these
were easy to uphold, but when you're walking fast and you feel
the air on your labia, it's easy to get a little mystified. I was
sweating a little--but only enough to kind of redden my cheeks
and heighten my breathing. anyway, there was not time for he was
just exiting fhicool down because as I neared the closed door of
his office I could I noticed his door was closed--I expected he
may have already gone home, but who knows, having a snug and
completely private compartment in this old building would make
paperwork a pleasure. walk passed his door there thinking that
thought--there was a little moaning I heard just as I was about
to grasp the know softly to see if it were locked. I was barely
audible above the hum of so many old fluorescent light fixture, 
but it clearly wasn't male. How interesting, two opportunities
present themselves for me to exploit, I really shouldn't have to
risk humiliating myself after all... ah! and my little MP3
player, and I never expected it to handle more than notes and
music.
	The moaning was building a little louder so I knew I had to act
quickly. I would be only too sweet to see her back arched the
perspiration on his brow and his tight ass checks as they both
lifted their head to the camera. God, I hope he has a thick cock,
and if not, that his scrotum is shaved, there's nothing like
taking those vesicles of life into your mouth and gently
stretching the scrotum. Though few women are both willing or even
capable, sucking on a bare scrotum as you squat below a man's
lifted leg jacking his cock and fucking his ass with a few
fingers is quite a treat--an as an even more ecstatic ending,
begging him to cum in your mouth and then finally share with him,
churning and mashing your tongues together and then finally
taking one deep gulp. Daydreaming again, ah there she goes,  no
more . he or at least a sweet ass; he wears such loose clothing
that his hides his physique, who knows, maybe he has to
because--the door, just slightly separated from the jamb was
actually not locked, I softly pushed counterclockwise to see if
the knob were locked, maybe whoever he was fucking didn't close
the door secretly (or left it slightly ajar?). now, just a few
more centimeters apart from the jamb's edge I heard their voices
were directed away from the door, his wooden desk just barely
creaking, a soft reminder of their rhythm, a pleasing ornament
tot his thrusts.  I turned on the MP# and places the mic. as
closely as I could near the door's edge, at the height, thank
gosh no janitor  were around, this looks awfully suspicious.
Perfect timing, he voice became gradually deeper, and now her
said her name, Veronica, fuck yeah, and she" Oh my god, I'm so
close, fuck me fuck me, yeah baby fuck me, fuck me" wow... well,
he sure wasn't an English teacher and damn if I wasn't having
trouble staying dry again! 

I hid the MP3 player quickly--that was just an ace up my sleeve,
well and something as a tasty nightcap when I did finally get to
bed today. And then I pushed open the door, first off,
"everything's going to have to get much nastier." Veronica didn't
say a work, she still had cum on her lips and my professor a
little exhausted just kind of shrugged his shoulders. He was a
little confused, so he said something like, we've been dating for
some time, there's no reason to think anything's wrong here."
Then why did you ask Veronica her name when she was petitioning
your class two weeks ago--besides, I'd seen her in the freshman
orientation not more than four weeks ago. Whatever relationship
you pretend to have, it certainly didn't begin outside the
classroom.
"Well, you got me on that one. It's clear you not going to run
out of here screaming sexual harassment, so what did you have in
mind, what's your 'nasty'?" First, as you've probably exploited
your authority you should do some service. First take off all you
clothes, I think Veronica deserves a little from your body; I
find it crude, that your pants are still on. The building office
is closed now, so I doubt there'll be no interruptions for
several hours--maybe the janitor, but we'll just have to take
that risk." Veronica, my sweet little bitch, strip you panties
off and bring them here. "Theses will be mine to keep," I said,
as I deposited them in my purse.
"Veronica do you suck pussy?"
"Very well in fact."
"Do you like you toes sucked."
"Not sure"
"Well, lets find out. John, I want you to lie on you belly and
prop yourself on your elbows just high enough to suck veronicas
toes. How weird to see him respond--not that he wanted to serve
me, but I think he enjoyed the novelty of it all. Probably never
even pressing the soles of his bare feet to the linoleum in his
office, he now laid pressing his thighs, cock, belly, wrists, and
elbows against the cold tile. Veronica was already moaning, and
John seem absorbed in cleaning her toes, drawing the eblook up to
the ends of her toes and then suffusing the space between her
toes. I then sat on John's back facing his feet. I began to rock
forwards and back just so I shifted on my buttocks and thy
muscles and placing my hands squarely on his buttocks, I pushed
softly downward as I shifted forward, pressing his cock into the
floor. I wanted to push harder, but I strain the delicate skin of
his cock. Sweat formed between his back and my legs and ass,
making my glide further with less effort. I could press my pussy
deeply enough into the hollow of his back, so I concentrated on
kneading his ass with my hands. He and Veronica were moaning
audibly know, I'd almost bet it was safe to say that despite
being propped on his elbows and having a good deal of weight on
his lower his body had never felt for free or relaxed. He had
already given was; his head was hanging low between his shoulder
blades, but still high enough to keep engujlding Veronica's toes.
He needed a bit more stimulus it appeared so I Veronica to face
his to grab two items from my purse, the always handy edible
lube, which was shaped like a very run-of-the-mill dildo.
"Wait a minute John said."
"I hope you're not objecting; the tone in your voice expresses 
surprise."
"No, in fact, I have an even bigger dildo in my desk drawer"
"Perfect. Veronica"
"Okay." I told Veronica then to work on the 9" dildo and lube it
up.  She seemed to have other ideas, and amazingly, sitting the
cock on it's base, absorbed eight inches of it gradually. Humming
a single note until it finally was poking her cervix--and then a
little "eeee." In the meantime, after I told John tI doused his
anus iGod, bringing my lips within inches of his asshole, and
then letting my saliva spool down along the soft dark flesh, then
I reached between my legs and smeared my fingers between the
small of John's back an the lips of the cunt, then sucked them
off my fingers and coated them with little sliding sheens of
saliva. I was so fucking hot, I few sucks of my clit and I knew
I'd be gushing. John began moaning, matching my own throaty
moans, as shuttled my fingers in and out of his anus, if he'd
only been a little looser, of my hand a little smaller, I could
really have taken credit for fucking him, but four fingers
plugging up until the base of the largest knuckle. I think his
cock was a little in pain, so I came up with a delirious idea--a
relieving change...
"Hey sweet tits, give the dildo a break for a bit, I want you to
urinate here on the floor where John's cock has probably been
straining."
"Why, what for."
"Lubrication sweet-tits, it doesn't take much to glide on
linoleum honey."
I grabbed John's left hip and pulled him onto his side. His cock
looked fiery red, and pulsed at the top, as if the blood were
trying to beak through his skin--I was tempted to suck it, but I
still wanted to delay my professor's orgasm. Plus I was simply
loving the position I was in. John buckled a bit and said
something about waiting a minute, but I just rubbed his lips with
my fingers tips and squeezed his cock , as she waddled her skirt
up her hips. And then the piss came splashing down.

This was just too fuckin' hot; I took to my knees quickly,
moaning when the first little freckles of water slashed of the
professor's belly. I wanted to reach , but grind my clit into his
tongue, so I had to put a lot of pressure--how so quickly dirty
linoleum makes knees! Then the sweet bitch headed after his
scrotum, sucking the moisture from his scrotum and using whatever
in the vicinity to prod his ass with three fingers--how I wish I
could have been a man in that instant! However, his moans were
due pleasure, vibrating my labia; I knew I shouldn't draw away,
of those moans/grunts would easily get through the door, so I
sucked harder and harder, until moments later he was shooting
past my ulna, but I was wary, professor needed to taste his own
seed I felt, so I ravenously reached for his hair and dug my
mouth into his, and slathered my tongue all over his, his semen
still so warm. Time for a dash I felt.
	Blackmail really isn't my style, but I did in fact go to his
office in order to secure my grade, yet I knew taking it would
put them both in panic--I inconspicuously laid it near me,
leaving it open, when each began to turn I pretending like I was
going to make a quick call, but instead got off two clean profile
shots of them both--plus, his cock still well away from his
groin, and her pulling up her panties--mid-thigh. I feel it's
best to have insurance, now not simply because I'd like to
receive an "A", but because like my run-in this morning I'd like
to anchor a few regular fuck sessions in an otherwise stressful
week of academic life--Alas, I can't fuck all my
teacher's...there is an age limit (55 maybe). Anyway, I told them
I had to get to a class, but of course, a little dab here, a
little dab there, here a lip, there a lip... knees still a little
shaky, but of course nothing a hundred yards wouldn't cure. I
quickly reached under Veronica's cunt and swiped up some of her
cum to dab behind my ears, then I asked her to turn around and
stick her ass out. Her cheeks were marvelously shaped; it was
amazing to see so much curve, slope, and suppleness. I spit
quietly in my hand and then drew my hand far into the air and let
it crack loudly on her ass. She screamed a little, but then
immediately lowered her hand between her legs, and began meshing
her lips and clit with her fingers. As she did so, she jutted her
ass outward in a rhythmic fashion it was getting hotter,
literally, as I saw her ass begin to redden, the left cheek
showing a clear imprint of my hand. My professor was instantly
hard again and this time on his feet unseen, he produced his own
camera, and caught me mid-swing as slammed my hand into
Veronica's other cheek. Oh well, I my have lost the upper hand
here, he walked behind me and began to fondle my breasts with one
hand, and use his other to insert his cock in my pussy, but still
it wasn't time, so I just let him sink it in so that I could turn
and taste my juices. He protested when I pressed his belly away
from me; I had other plans. I noticed the dildo he had was a
strap on and since I was in my heels, I knew I could drive that
rubber cock confidently into his ass, so after he began pumping
Veronica, I secured the buckle and then stood in front of her,
grasping her hair and fucking her mouth with my cock the
professor and I managed to work up a fairly consistent rhythm,
keeping her bouncing between her, stuffing her up. After a few
minutes, I put lube on the dildo, coating the head, and then
moved behind the professor. I'd already done a little easing with
my fingers, so I knew, even if he'd never been fucked before, I
could probably, get the head of the dildo past his anus rather
easily. He was a little to clinched as he drove into Veronica, so
I told him to lean his body over hers and to relax his muscles as
pushed is ass outward. There wasn't any trouble, inch by inch I
snook the cock into his ass, until almost seven inches had passed
in I think he'd lost sight of Veronica, and she was probably
wondering when he'd shift his weight off her. I had to rouse him
as he seemed to enter an almost catatonic state. So I slapped his
ass and then grabbed an handful of his hair and drew his body
back to standing position his dick was so hard and engorged it
felt like fire when I began to softly jack him. Then I aimed his
cock into her ass and then bucked forward, driving his cock into
Veronica and mine even deeper. The moans from both were
explosive. I grabbed a chair next to me and turned it backwards
so that I could brace my palms on its back, then I told him to
thrust back as swiftly as he pressed forward so that his pelvis
bounded between my groin and Veronica's ass. He was getting the
best of both worlds we were a smooth engine that seem to keep
accelerating. I reached one my hands under his ass to softly
massage his scrotum that did it.. at once he began shuddering and
Veronica inched out from under him to take his cock into his
mouth then after a few sucks, she began to jack his stiffly and
with a very strong grasp forcing him onto my cock with every down
stroke. Then finally, when he began to tighten up, Veronica sat
amazed as his come shot out of his cock, so high that the
majority of it shot three or four feet on the desk and the
remainder into Veronica's hair and eyes. He slowly went limp and
so I slowly pulled out the cock. Dam it if I wasn't soaked again
I'll just put her panties on I thought. So long I told them after
gave Veronica a deep hard kiss and licked the cum from her eyes.
They both were too overwhelmed it seems to actually form a
sentence... clearly I'd been the teacher in this little scenario.
And unbuckled the dildo and quickly departed.
I couldn't wait for the frat party tonight, there I'd enter sheer
debauchery and oblivion I would be the submissive slut. to his
moaning mouth and  k what a fuck bunny we had turned her into
nothing but moans and incoherent dirty talk.  
	okayso I had to
	
	
	




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