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  I'm recently thirty, not a bad looking gal. I'm no stacked, smoking hot blonde, but I'm cute, with a great rack, and a personality to make men forget I'm no porn star.

 I decided to go back to school recently, and found myself salivating over all these young guys. I luckily don't look thirty, they all think I'm about twenty three or four, so they don't mind flirting with me. One in particular was a guy in my History class.
 
 Mike sat in front of me, though he always seems to be sideways in his seat, making side comments to me during lecture. He's also majoring in mathematics, my worst subject. So we made a deal. I'd help him with other subjects, if he'd help me with my math course.

 He carpools to school, so that Friday he rode home with me to my apartment. It was still early fall, so I had on a nice tank top that discreetly displays my tits unless you're looking right down on me. Sitting on my couch, leaning forward, I knew he was getting an eyeful, because so was I. His jeans weren't loose enough to hide the telltale bulge that was making me smile to myself.

 Once he helped me with my homework, we sat talking, just casual chatting. I caught him looking again and again at my breasts, but he's a young guy, so I was getting off on him checking me out. Especially since I knew he had a girlfriend, who was about as curvy as an ironing board. So feeling fairly sure of myself, I took a shot. I hadn't been laid in a few months, after dumping the last guy I was seeing, almost six months before.

 "You can touch, too, but you have to make the first move. I'm not. " I was almost matter of fact about it too. Watching his dark eyes light up like a kid on Christmas was enough all by itself to make my nipples harden. I couldn't tell you the last time I had some guy this young.. probably when I was that young.

It was maybe thirty seconds before he had lunged over, kissing me and grabbing at my breasts like they were going to disappear. Lucky me, I like it a little rough. Clothes were stripped off in a hurry, and he was biting my breasts, finger fucking me until I was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

When I pulled him up and kissed him hard, I heard a crinkle of plastic, knowing he had a condom in his hand. With a smirk, I took it and tossed it to the floor.

 "Don't think we need that." I don't know if he thought I was on the pill, or what, but he didn't hesitate. Next thing I knew, I was being fucked on my couch by some kid more than a decade my junior.

 He wasn't the biggest cock I've had, but after months of nothing but masturbation, he fit perfectly in my pussy. I was so wet already, worked up from his fingers and the pure feeling of naughty from fucking this college kid, that I kept cumming again and again. Nails digging at his back, telling him things like to fuck me harder, to fuck me and cum. Told him I wanted him to tel me when he was going to cum, that I wanted to hear him before I felt him cum inside me.

 Those words were the last it took, before he was groaning out he was going to cum, and I could feel his body shaking, knowing he was cumming inside of me. What made it even more deliciously dirty, was knowing that I was in the middle of my cycle, and it was about as dangerous as I could get. I came again, screaming, just from knowing that and having him grinding against me.

 He didn't go home that night, staying until the next afternoon, while I showed him some of the fun it is to fuck a woman, and not some girl. Letting him take me bareback, everytime, and orgasming so much I lost count.

 It didn't take, I found out two weeks later. But he keeps wanting more and more, showing up for repeat performances, so maybe it'll take before next month. We'll just have to see.