Sixty-Second Sexcapade: School Daze

I’ve been partying my ass off from the first night my parents dropped me off at Statesboro College which is a small liberal arts college of my choosing. As a general education class, all Freshmen must take a cross-curriculum perspective course in order to fulfill one of the requirements for a bachelor’s degree. For almost a week, I’ve gotten up with a hangover and by the time it came to register for classes, I checked Intro to Civics instead of Civic Responsibility; my moment of absentmindedness, landed me in a classroom full of misfits and frat house rejects.  A minute or so, after I realized I was in the wrong class, I made tracks for the door.  I was just about out, when I bumped into a Senior who is built like a linebacker, and whom I had not seen at any of the parties; he apologized for what was obviously my mistake and as I watched him enter the room, I was awestruck. 

Dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt with and a black leather jacket, the dark haired stranger walked to the podium, apologized to the class for being tardy, and then he introduced himself: Dr. Christopher Morrison.  I returned to my seat.  It’s official: I have decided to change my major to Political Science.  I swear I could fuck Dr. Morrison for the hour and 17 minutes he is supposed to teach, twice a week for the 16-week semester.

God how I wish I had an hour alone with him –shit I’d take 20 minutes, as sexy as he is.  After he dismisses class, I would be one of the first to leave, and as the room emptied I return pretending to have forgotten to ask him a question about the lecture.  As we make our way back to the podium, I drop my pen and bend over –all the way over to pick it up. The mini-skirt I’m wearing is short, revealing panties with a sheer back bottom.

I feel his hands rub against the thin mesh before I stand and walk to the podium.  He is close behind me.  Chris’ arms are strong and he turns me to face him then lifts me on top of the stand.  He leans in to kiss me; and his kiss is like his touch -rough, but I enjoy it. He reaches up my skirt and tears off my panties.  Chris spreads my legs before him and inserting his forefinger into my vagina, starts to finger fuck me.

I unbutton my sweater and unhook my bra.  Chris uses his free hand to touch my breasts –squeezing and pinching each in turn before he bites down on the nipple pulling it taut between his teeth.  He removes his finger, replacing it with the thrusting movements of his tongue.  I run my hands through his hair as his tongue licks and sucks the mounds of flesh. The five o’clock shadow that has started three hours early arouses me beyond words, and I cum, pouring every drop into his mouth.

Chris lifts me from the pedestal and turns me over so that my breasts are pressed up along the wooden incline surface.  As my legs hang off the back, he separates them, forcing each to hang over the sides.   I feel as though I am about to slide off the podium when I feel Chris' cock –the head is so far under me that it rests near my pubic bone.

He tilts it upward, pulling it back toward him –through my outer labia, inner labia eventually plugging the entrance to my hole before shoving it in.  Chris rubs his hands across my back, over my shoulders and to the leading edge of the stand and grips it tight.  He withdraws and starts to fuck me –every stroke is full penetration and he is giving my pussy a work out. 

Chris leans against my back and is hitting it deeper and harder.  My clit rubs the smooth polished wood and I can’t get enough of him –burrowing his yard stick into my pussy.  He picks up the pace and the podium is rocking against the tiled floor.  He cums and continues to fuck me until I bathe his cock in my juice.

Sixty-Second Sexcapade: Cougar Town

What a week this has been –I have been planning a graduation party for the one and only man in my life for the past 18 years –my son Derrick, and boy am I glad that it is over.   I was married to Derrick’s good-for-nothing father for ten years –and we couldn’t conceive.  The doctors said that there was no biological reason why I shouldn’t be able to conceive, but over the ten years we were married, and the 2 years we were dating before that, it never happened.

It was Thanksgiving weekend 1986 that Trevor decided he no longer wanted to be married, and I remember it clearly.  I had driven up to my parents’ cabin by the lake in late November to close it up for the winter, when Trevor showed up unexpectedly.  We had been having a rough time of it for about 6 months at that point –I wanted to start in vitro fertilization and he wanted to start adoption proceedings.

Those four nights (Wednesday through Saturday) that we spent up at the cabin, were the most magical of our entire marriage.  We laughed and drank, ate and fucked like you would not believe.  The only other time Trevor and I fucked that much, was in college –the year the football team on which he played went undefeated all season –we used to sneak off behind the bleachers to get in a quickie before the celebrating started.

After our four marathon nights of lovemaking, Sunday morning Trevor needed to leave early because there was an emergency at his office.  As I finished up the last bit of cleaning, I found a note that Trevor had left for me –he had always left little notes around the house with expressions of love written in them.  His note was no more than four lines and read that he was leaving me for his girlfriend of four years –she was more of a woman than I would ever be because she was pregnant.  I was so devastated, I cried non-stop for two weeks straight.  It had gotten so bad that I was admitted to the hospital and four weeks later, I had gotten the news that I had waited over ten years to hear –I was pregnant.

Well, Enough about Trevor, and back to Derrick and his party.  It was phenomenal, if I do say so myself.  We went with a Hawaiian Luau theme –complete with tiki torches and a roasted pig over a pit.  The guys all wore Hawaiian shirts and swim trunks while the girls dressed in bathing suits and grass skirts –set against the backdrop of our pool, it was the perfect bash.  I, dressed in a grass skirt and a coconut bra, played hostess and almost had a little bash of my own. 

I have dated a few men over the years, but none of them have ever turned me on like Derrick’s friend Drew.  He is tall and cute, and has a body on him.  I go into the kitchen to put out more snacks for the partygoers, and I can’t reach a bowl on the top shelf.  Just then Drew enters and asks if he can help me with anything.  I indicate that the bowl is just out of reach.  Instead of stepping past me, he comes up behind me and reaches over me and retrieves the bowl.  He places it on the counter, and after doing so, he doesn’t move.  As I close the cupboard, his hands move around me to the counter top.  His shirt is unbuttoned, and I feel his smooth hairless chest against the skin on my back and his young hard penis through the blades of my skirt. 

When I face him he kisses me.  I stop the kissing because I am afraid that Derrick will walk in on us, but through the sliding doors, I can see that the cookout has now turned into a pool party with all the graduates in the pool, minus one –Drew.  He tells me that he has fantasized about being with me since he was twelve, and I tell him that I couldn’t possibly be more to him than his friend’s mother, but that doesn’t stop him. 

Drew kisses me again, but this time, instead of playing with my tongue, he thrusts his tongue all the way to the back of my mouth.  He pushes his hips forward and his penis, pressed against my abdomen.  I squirm in response.  I break away, looking for Derrick, but I see him cannonball into the water. Without missing a beat, Drew lifts me to the counter to where I am wedged between the cupboard and the side of the pantry.  

Drew’s hands move with a level of skill as they separate the blades of grass in my skirt –I’m not wearing any underwear. He lowers his trunks just enough to remove his cock.  He lifts my feet to the counter, and before I know it he is in me –I’m both frightened and excited.  I’m at the perfect height for him, and as he sticks me, the combination of the fear and excitement awaken a passion in me that I have never felt.  I lose all sense of propriety and using my arms to anchor me, I slide my butt off the counter.  I begin to ride this young wild stallion all the way back to the stable.  He bucks a few last times hitting my g-spot and I cum –I’ve broken him in. 

We kiss one last time, before he returns turns, with the bowl of chips, to the party.  I gather a few more things to bring outside, and when I turn around Trevor is standing before me.

“Why don’t you leave these little boys alone, and take a real man for a ride.”  He nears me and kisses my cheek. “If I ever knew you could fuck like that, I never would have left you.”

“If you ever had a cock like these little boys, Trevor, I never would have let you go!”

Sixty-Second Sexcapade: Like Father, Like Son

My fantasy is a situation which I struggled with for nearly a year.  After a divorce that ended my two year marriage, I moved to Colorado for a fresh start –I wanted to move as far away from my ex-husband as possible. Perched high in the Rocky Mountains, Colorado offered a great deal for me, both professionally and socially –especially during my favorite season–winter. 

The weekend of my 29^th birthday a few friends and I went on a ski trip.  On my second time down the slope, I skied, literally, into a man and knocked him over.  I landed squarely on top of him and I couldn’t stop apologizing.  I helped him up to sitting and when he removed his hat and goggles, I was in love.  Phillip was 37 and had the deepest brown eyes.  He wore his dark brown hair, with a few gray ones, nicely cut.  He also had a beard and mustache that was trimmed short and neat–with only a few graying hairs.  He made me promise to have dinner with him when I asked how I could make up for the accident.  That night, while the rest of his party was out for a nighttime ski, we had dinner in his cabin, which was followed by dessert again and again until morning. 

The next afternoon while enjoying cocoa by the fire with my friends, two young men approached us.  The cuter of the two sat next to me and began flirting.  He was attractive, but 21 was just a little too young for me.  He finally cooled his engines when Phillip came over with two fresh cups of cocoa (with marshmallows of course) and handed one to me –not before kissing me on the lips.  “She’s already spoken for son.”  Jay, the 21 year old, was Phillip’s son.  He fathered him while he was still in high school. 

Phillip and I started dating, and always had a great time –both in and out of the bedroom, but broke up after a year.  Why?  Jay continually hit on me, and I grew tired of fighting his advances, so I left.  Like the good girlfriend, I told Phil every time Jay made a pass at me, but he insisted that Jay just had a crush and that he would get over it in time.  He never did. Fighting the temptation, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with both of them, but I really wanted to. 

For a year, I fantasized about the three of us spending the weekend at the same ski lodge.  I would imagine that Phillip leaves Jay and me alone in the cabin while he goes for an early morning ski.  I wake to find him gone and head for the bathroom.  Exhausted from the skiing the night before, I take a steamy shower to help soothe my aching muscles.  When I step out of the shower, there is Jay, naked.  “I was hoping I could join you.”  He flirts.

“Your father will be back any moment.”  He walks to me, and pushes his chest up against my breasts, and I step back into the shower stall.  Jay turns on the water and leans against the wall opposite the door.  As the water showers us, he pulls me to him; his dick, as big as his father’s, presses into me.  Jay squats a little, enough to lower his penis to the space between my legs and enters me.  I’m too short for him and I tippy-toe to accommodate for his length.  I lower my feet to standing, then back up onto the balls in order to fuck him.  I feel a dick slid between my ass cheeks before a hairy chest presses up against my back.  It’s Phillip –he lifts my wet hair off my back before he kisses my neck. 

“Shit, son –I was beginning to think you would never get her to fuck you.”  Startled, I try to squirm off of Jay, but Phil stops me.  He spreads my checks apart and sticks his cock right up my ass. He holds onto my shoulders, raising me onto the balls of my feet, then down again –he wants me to fuck both him and his son at the same time.

I proceed, slowly at first, then Jay kisses me deeply, and Phillip fondles my clit and I quicken my pace, filling myself with both father and son.  Phil cums first, while I still fuck Jay.  And like a chain reaction, I cum, with Phillip still in my ass, and then Jay cums, causing me to orgasm again.