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Innocent Girl Finds Sex in the Sauna

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I always dreamed of travelling the sky’s and when I turned 20 I got accepted on a air hostess training program. It aimed at giving young applicants a three week experience before going through the whole recruitment process. I was so excited. Our first trip was to Sweden, for an overnight, and then back home to London. The airline wanted to keep our look professional so we were given a blue skirt and jacket with the little gold wings to wear for the trip. We were also allowed to bring with us a small overnight suitcase as we would be spending the night at a hotel in a little tourist town in North Sweden, and returning on a flight the next morning.

The day arrived. I put on my uniform and my mother dropped me off at the airport. I was nervous all dressed up on my first real job. I met the other 2 recruits at the designated meeting point in the airport. They were Tom (25 years old) and Jenny (18 years old). We were given a quick summary as to what our duties would be on the flight and then we were guided through security and onto the plane.

After take off I was responsible for walking behind the catering air hostess and smiling to the passengers as I offered them a drink. The flight was quickly over and we were taken by bus to a small hotel resort to spend the night. It was only 4pm when we arrived and we were free to spend the afternoon and evening as we wanted. The hotel was isolated in the ski hills so we had to entertain ourselves there. The hotel had a gym and sauna which Tom and Jenny had planned to use. I went to my room to change into something casual, but soon realised that I had not brought with me anything other than a long dress for the evening. I stayed in my uniform and went out to the hotel shop to buy something to wear. It had just closed. On my way back up to the room I passed Jenny who had already changed into black leggings and a halter top for the gym. I told her that I didn’t have anything to wear so wouldn’t be able to come to the gym.

She told me to meet her at the Sauna after she had done some gym. I decided to go try out the sauna as the Swedish sauna experience was famous. It was an outdoors sauna with a plunge pool next to it in the snow for cooling off. I arrived 30 minutes later at the Gym. Jenny was sweated out and ready to try the sauna. I went into the change room and asked the lady for two towels. She handed me over these tiny towels so I asked her if she didn’t have any bigger ones and was given a look, which required no words. I took off my skirt and blouse and left my underwear and bra on and placed the towel around me. Jenny took her gym clothes off and covered herself with the towel. Jenny was much shorter than I so the towel reached from her neckline to her knees, but on me it just covered my breasts and ended up at the bottom of my butt. We were about to leave the change room and Jenny told me my bra strap would burn me in the sauna. I unclipped it and took it off.

We entered the sauna and felt the hot air engulf us. I noticed that there were others in the sauna already. I was a bit taken back as there were two men and another women all sitting there totally nude. I didn’t realise it was a unisex sauna and I was shocked that they didn’t care to cover up and weren’t embarrassed. We sat on the upper bench opposite the 3 others. They stared at us as we held our towels tightly around us. Meanwhile, as I sat down my towel would either have to drop below my cleavage line or go up over my miniskirt line. Without much thinking I sat down and the towel rode up my thighs, exposing my pink satin panties. I pushed my legs together, not really considering why I was doing it.
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Remembering Mardi Gras

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I was wearing ten strands of beads, and the night was just beginning. My date had left to find a restroom and I hadn’t seen him since. Then again, who needs a date at Mardi Gras?

My dress was tight and soaked from sweat and spilled drinks. I smelled like Rum & Coke. I had worn a tube dress because it yanks down so quickly and easily, and I was determined to win my share of beads. It was also short, in case I gathered the courage to try earning a few more strands of Mardi-Gras beads. But so far I hadn’t dared – that was like inviting rape. And every man in a three foot radius grabbed for your pussy the second you lifted your skirt.

“What will you do with your beads afterwards?” yelled a voice at my ear, straining to be heard above the music and noise of the crowd. I craned my neck to see him: the crowd was so tightly packed that it was nearly impossible to turn around.

“I thought I’d hang them on my grandmother’s grave,” I shouted over my shoulder. “She always did love Mardis Gras.”

He laughed. It was a rich, dark Cajun laugh. “You’re funny. I appreciate that.”

I felt him put his hands on my hips, which constitutes ‘dancing together’ in a crowd like this. I looked down. His hands were large and dark, with fingers that were thin and elegant but also strong. Heat rushed to between my legs. His head leaned forward against the back of mine. We danced. Several minutes later he spoke again.

“You remind me of my best friend in high school. I can’t figure why.”

“I hope your best friend was a girl.”

He laughed again. “Lor’, yes. I haven’t seen her since high school.” A minute later he added, “I think it’s your hair. She had long hair; she kept it just the way you do.”

“Were you two strictly friends?”

At first it seemed like he hadn’t heard me, though I knew he had. He took so long to reply.

“I always wanted more, but I never had the guts.”

I could feel him growing harder against my ass. The heat between my legs grew in like. I pressed slightly backwards, rubbing back and forth against him. His breath rushed past my ear. His hands migrated downwards until they came to rest at the hem of my dress. The heat between my legs grew again, and I could feel myself growing wet.
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Replaying Debts

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I stopped by my brother Will’s apartment to return some money that he’d lent me. On my way there I ran into one of his roommates, David I think, on his way out with a group of people. He said that Will was at work right now, but I could either wait in the apartment or just leave the money. I wanted to be sure that the money made it into Will’s hands, so I opted to wait. David said that Paul would let me in and hurried off with his friends.

I rang the doorbell and Paul let me in. I had to make a conscious effort to keep my jaw from dropping at the sight of Paul. He had obviously been working out because he was dressed in a muscle shirt and shorts. His body glistened with sweat. I had had no idea that he was so well built. I had only met Paul a couple of time before and he was always in sweats.

I asked Paul, “Do you mind if I wait for Will to get home from work?”

“Not at all. I could use a break.”

“Don’t stop on my account. You don’t need to keep me company, I’m a big girl. Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin your workout.”

“I don’t mind. I was almost done anyway. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

My eyes follow Paul out of the room. When he is out of sight I have to take a deep breath. I am starting to have a wonderful idea of how to kill time waiting for Will.

I take off my jacket and look down at my outfit. I am very glad that I was wearing the button-down shirt and tight jeans which showed off my legs nicely. I undid another button, revealing the tops of my breasts. I sat down on the couch and waited for Paul to return with my drink.

When he returned Paul was wearing his usual sweats again, much to my disappointment. I comforted myself with the thought that soon he would be wearing even less than what I had seen a few minutes ago. He handed me a beer and sat down on a chair across from me.

We start off with small talk. Polite ‘getting to know you better’ conversation. Before too long I bring up the ever important question, does he have a girlfriend…

“Not at the moment,” he replies in a disheartening tone. “My girlfriend dumped me a few weeks ago.”

‘Yes, I can play the sympathy card,’ I think to myself, but to him I say, “I’m sorry to hear that. It is her loss. She has obviously made a huge mistake. What girl wouldn’t want you?”
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The Ride Home

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I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I’m a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I’m 5’4″ 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I’ve been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that’s my personal data.

This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancée and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn’t like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened.

The other reason I didn’t like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he’s 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn’t exist when I was around her.

Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn’t matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn’t dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.

She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. “Dad’s got a big one?” I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.
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Meet In The Real World

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Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! After looking at his watch again he mumbled, “Christ boy, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”

At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar. The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, but he didn’t even need it. He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn’t a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself, being tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket. Chet hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chet Lane, and you must be Veronica!” Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his while intoning in a smooth sultry voice, “It’s so nice to meet you Chet, shall we sit down!?!”

Taking her by the arm, Chet lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar, and after they had slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds, Veronica said, “You look even better than I thought you would, I hope I am up to your expectations!” “Very much so,” he replied, “more beautiful than I could have imagined, would you like a drink?” “A Rhine wine would be nice,” she said, “I’m a little bit nervous!” “Your nervous,” he thought, “I’m a total wreck!” Chet ordered a couple of drinks and then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Chet offered, “I’ve never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.” “Me too,” she replied, “I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not?” They both chuckled, took another drink, and Chet asked, “Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot?” She nodded the affirmative, and Chet offered, “Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description!” “Well thank you, kind sir,” she replied, “I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn’t be the proverbial frog!” Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other’s presence. Looking at her, Chet could feel the electricity between them as he then broached the question, “Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable?” “I’m very comfortable right now,” she answered quickly, “I don’t need another date to confirm what I already feel!” Chet picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, “Me too, let’s go!”
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Red Cowboy Boots

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Christy peered into her closet trying to decide on which outfit to wear for her usual Saturday night outing, and since being from Ft. Worth, Texas, her destination was sure to be one of the many cowboy bars that dotted the Metroplex landscape. She finally decided on a long country style dress that was low cut on top, yet loose enough to allow her freedom of movement on the dance floor. She lay the garment on her bed and sat down in front of her vanity mirror to brush her long blonde hair. There was no mistaking it, Christy had a stunning body! Long slim legs, flat tummy, a full yet tight ass, large red nippled breasts, and a pretty if not beautiful face.

As the brush pulled through her tresses, her boobs jiggled back and forth, causing her nipples to become erect. Christy had to admit she was a male magnet of the nth degree. Her pussy was already damp, and having a smooth shaved crotch seemed to only heighten her arousal. Christy was blessed with abnormally puffy vaginal lips, and lately it seemed that they were always bulging and wet with juice. “God,” she thought, “I hope I can get lucky tonight, it’s been almost a week.” After the fiftieth stroke of her brush, she got up and pulled her dress over her head and slipped it on. “No bra or panties tonight,” she said out loud, “no use having them in the way.” To top off her ensemble, she pulled on a pair of bright red cowboy boots, a red cowboy hat, and a red bandanna around her neck, and after one last look in the mirror, she was out the door and on her way.

The Jagged Horseshoe was packed as usual, with almost everyone dressed as a cowboy or cowgir, and even though most of them were city cowboys, they really tried to look and act the part of a real cowhand. The tell tale give away that most of them were city slickers was the amount of white wine that was consumed, not a whole lot of beer and shots in this place! Christy wandered over to the bar and ordered a margarita, while over in the far corner the mechanical bull was in the process of bucking off another “cowboy”. Christy was watching the bull riding when up behind her she felt two large hands on her hips and a hard cock pushing against her ass, and while her natural inclination was to pull away, in the crush of bodies around them, she was powerless to move in any direction, so she tensed her body, not sure of what would happen next.

She felt a hot breath on her shoulder, and then a soft male voice in her ear said, “I’ve been watching you from the moment you came in the bar, you don’t know how much you turn me on!” He continued on, “I’m as hard as blue steel, and I’ll do anything to stick it into your hot pussy, and I can see that you’re not wearing a bra, and I can feel that you’re not wearing any panties!” “I just want you to know that I’m no pervert, and I’m not bad looking either, so if you want me to leave just lean forward and I’ll be on my way, if not, and you’re as hot as I am, push back against me now.” Christy’s head was spinning, totally taken by surprise by this “rear” assault, but the only problem was that it also totally turned her on–big time, so she helplessly sagged back into her anonymous admirer, feeling more of his body press against her own.
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The Carnival Is In Town

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It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. “Some glamor,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that’s where you’d find him.

It was when he was running one of the games that Walt had a chance to interact with the local girls. Usually she would be with her boyfriend who would be trying to win her a stuffed animal, while at the same time Walt would be giving her the eye. More often than not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would then usually give her a couple of free whacks at whatever game he was running, and then make a date with her for later that evening when he was off work. Most of the time the broads were young, between eighteen and twenty three. This was okay with him, because there was just nothing like the taste of young pussy! At twenty eight, Walt cut a good looking if rough kind of figure! A little over six feet tall and 190 pounds, his muscular build attracted the ladies like bees to honey. This town had been like all the others, Walt made contact with young lady and made a date for later that evening. After closing down his game, Walt slipped into his trailer, showered, shaved, and put on a fresh change of clothes. Five minutes later he met Brenda in front of the big top, and off they went arm in arm.

Brenda was a typical townie, trying to act older, more experienced, and more sure of herself than she really was. “Why don’t we go to my place,” Brenda offered, “my mom is gone, and we can have the place to ourselves!” “Sounds good to me,” Walt replied, while thinking that this one was gonna be even easier than he thought! “Mom’s out on a date herself,” said Brenda, “and she won’t be home until morning!” “How about a drink,” Walt asked, as he looked the place over!?! While Brenda mixed him a drink, Walt sat down on the couch and put his feet upon the coffee table and turned on the television. Brenda came into the living room holding two drinks, and asked as she sat down, “Any thing good on TV?” Taking the drink from her he answered, “Nah, just the usual crap, I was just passin’ the time waitin’ for you.” After they both took a sip of their drinks, Walt turned and put his arm around Brenda’s shoulder and pulled her close. He kissed her ear and she turned and kissed him full on the mouth, and while she pressed harder against him Walt could feel the two large breasts the young girl pushed into him. Walt let his free hand roam over the front of Brenda’s chest and offered no resistance when he squeezed her boob and twisted the hard nipple that was poking through her thin blouse.

“Baby I really want you,” he whispered, as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse. “Let me help you,” she offered, taking over and undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Walt never tired of seeing a large pair of tits in a low cut bra, and Brenda had that in spades! “Wow baby,” Walt stammered, “these are the finest boobs I have ever seen in my life!” While maybe not entirely true, Brenda’s chest was spectacular enough that for once in his life he wasn’t feeding someone a line! “Do you want me to take off my bra,” she asked coyly, leaning her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward. Walt just groaned, and let his hands caress them through her white lace bra. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Brenda said, as she reached behind her and unhooked the thin satin garment.

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Graduate Assistant

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Jason was in deep trouble and he knew it, he was on the verge of flunking Economics 1! Jesus Christ, why did he even take this stupid course, it had absolutely nothing to do with his major, and if he didn’t get at least a passing grade, he wouldn’t graduate this spring with his class, and what’s worse, he’d have to stay for the summer session and take it over again and he had plans to tour Europe with a couple of his buddies as kind of a last fling. While Professor Watters was known for his toughness, Jason figured he didn’t have anything to lose by doing a little begging for his academic life, so he scheduled an appointment with the professor for the following day. Right from the start he could see that coming here had been a big mistake, as Professor Watters was totally unsympathetic to his situation. “Study harder, Mr. Polk, that is the only advice I can give you,” Profesor Watters intoned cryptically, “I’ve never given a grade that a student didn’t deserve, and I most certainly won’t start now.” “Good day, Mr. Polk,” he said acidly, “I have a lot of work to do!”

Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time.” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it.” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder.

She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this. Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him. “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will.”

Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa.

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time.”