Moms want to have fun too (Closed for Gr8chtr)

[DrMelonCollie]

Mandy http://www.babetales.com/galleries/...umbs/tn_redhead-corset-titties-05_300x370.jpg

She'd had her fun and it had cost her a lot. She lost her virginity to the quarterback, a well built (in all respects) who didn't have much for brains and no condoms. So it should not have been a surprise when she discovered she was pregnant just before prom. What was a surprise was that he went on a drunken binge and died in a car accident.

Mandy was left alone and pregnant. She'd paid her dues and raised her daughter, who unfortunately had her father's brains. Mandy had been encouraging her to do vocational training, but since Mandy had worked so hard to get her own college degree her daughter wanted one to.

Things were going well until midterms, when Jillian came home in tears claiming one of her professors was discriminating against her because she was pretty. Mandy did what she could to sooth her daughter, and since the college was not too far away she made a phone call, found out where his office was and what his office hours were, and wondered what you wore to see a "Giant prick"

Mandy had plenty of offers during and after her pregnancy, with her red hair and full breasts, she had been and still was considered a MILF. When her own parents threw her out she'd spent the end of the semester and the summer with Jillian's other grandfather, they had comforted each other emotionally and physically, but as she got bigger he realized he didn't want to parent his grandchild. So he'd helped her find an apartment, get a job, and apply to local colleges.

It was an experience she did not regret even when he drank himself into an early grave a few years later. Since then she'd dabbled with men, using them when the urges were more than her vibrator could handle. She stared at the items in her closet. She laid out her favorite lingerie, the feel of silk and lace always made her feel confident. A dark violet silk shirt that stood in contrast with her pale skin, and a black skirt that was snug on the hips and had a slit that showed a lot of leg when she walked. It was fall so she added a black cardigan and boots to the ensemble and mentally prepared to face Jillian's teacher as she drove to the campus.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Turning 40 for Professor Michael Davis was more difficult than he had ever imagined. In less than 10 days, his 40th birthday would be upon him. He anticipated it with dread. It wasn't that he looked old; he didn't. People often took him for being five years younger than his real age. Nor was he feeling old; his frequent trips to the gym and his love of camping and hiking kept him very fit and very healthy. But, he had made his life a mess.

Michael's 12-year marriage to his wife had ended in divorce three years ago. Although it was not a messy divorce and he and his ex-wife agreed that they had each contributed to the dissolution of their marriage, it was still painful, particularly because with his daughter and son over 1,000 miles away, Michael only got to see them on alternating major holidays and for a week each during the summer.

But, if the marriage breakup was caused mutually, the decline in Michael's professional career was entirely of his own making. He had allowed the tension, anger, and depression surrounding his divorce to convince him that he should leave what he called "big time academia". Quitting his position as a tenured, associate professor in a well-regarded, major research university, Michael took a post as professor in a small, midwestern, liberal arts college of no particular distinction. Moreover, being a physics prof in a mediocre liberal arts college was about as popular as being an atheist in a Christian seminary. His fellow faculty members tolerated his presence; most of the students in his class actively disliked him. The feeling was mutual. Michael's career had been reduced to a heavy teaching load of undergraduate required math and science courses that few of his students wanted to take.

On top of his unsatisfying professional life, the small, rural college town in which he now lived provided very little desirable social climate. Since his divorce three years ago, Michael had had a total of six dates with four different women, none of which lead to sex. Christ, counting the last loveless year of his marriage Michael hadn't gotten laid in over four years. So, all in all, turning 40 was one hell of a bleak prospect.

Then there was the immediate situation. Two days ago, Michael had posted the mid-term grades for his Science 118 Physics in the 21st Century course. One of the students, Jillian Green, came to his office claiming that Michael's teaching assistant had given her less credit than she deserved on two of the questions. Per his usual procedure in such cases, Michael agreed to review her test, but to review her whole test, not just the items in question. When he finished his review, he agreed that she deserved an additional point for one of the two questions, but not the other, but he also discovered that his T. A. had given her too many points on three other items. As a result, her new total score was two points lower than the original score, lowering her grade from a D- to an F. "At least she's consistent", thought Michael, who discovered that Jillian's grades on the two previous quizzes were F's also. Jillian, however, was livid, storming out of Michael's office, muttering something that sounded like "ice pick".

There had been something unexpectedly positive about Michael's meetings with Jillian. With a lecture class of over 100 students, Michael knew few of them by face and name. However, he saw them all as they entered the lecture hall for each class because the entrance was at the front of the room. As soon as Jillian appeared at his door the first time, he instantly recognized her as the young blonde-haired woman with boobs to knock your eyes out. He had noticed that the guys in the class, and some of the girls too, took notice of Jillian's appearance quite regularly. Sitting in his office in her low-cut T and tight jeans offered Michael lots of fodder for his fantasies.

Consistent with his current mood, though, even the pleasant images of Jillian were marred by the fact that this very morning her mother had called him, demanding to meet with him about her daughter's grade on the midterm. Shit, he hated meeting with helicopter parents, but it was a part of the job. Ms. Green was due in just a few minutes. Michael left his office door open as usual, tried to close his eyes for a minute in order to remain calm, and waited the onslaught of parental wrath.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Ms. Mandy Green

The campus was lovely, and she tried to ignore the blatant looks as she strode across campus. Her step was confident and the expose leg was lovely. The truth was she wasn't entirely sure why she was here. Mandy had only gotten an Associates degree it was all she could afford and had time for, not that she regretted having Lillian. She loved her daughter who had always been a cheerful child, which is why this angry tirade surprised her.

Perhaps it was the desire to be back on a college campus, Mandy had loved school, the smell of books, the beauty of a battered wooden desk. Her home office was 19th century. She ignored a few cat calls, she had almost forgotten what college boys were like. After having Lillian she'd been more selective in her lovers and chose those who were mature and okay being a sex toy.

It meant her relationships had been almost exclusively physical, and she missed being able to talk and snuggle. Being a single parent though, she didn't have much time or energy for dating, or snuggling. She politely knocked on the door, expecting some portly pompous 50+ year old man with glasses and a lot of excess hair behind the door but instead it was the hot distinguished professor.

"Mr. Davis?" her voice was sultry and questioning. She wasn't quite sure if she was in the right place or if she'd somehow stepped through a door and been faced by her fantasy.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Mr. Davis?

Michael looked up from his reading when Ms. Green spoke his name. His jaw nearly dropped. In fact, he didn't speak for several seconds. Michael had entertained the idea that Ms. Green might be good-looking like her daughter, genetics being what they were, but he had never imagined that she would be hotter than Jillian. It wasn't the red hair, either, or the possibility that her boobs were even bigger than her daughters. No, it was the way Ms. Green carried herself. Jillian presented herself to the world with a nearly blank expression; her mother' expresson, by contrast, suggested confidence and intellectual curiosity.

"Yes, uh, yes", Michael stammered, "I am he." Michael normally corrected students or others who referred to him as "Mr." versus "Dr.", but he was too stricken by the image of Ms. Green to even care. After a few moments, he realized that he had completely forgotten to offer her a chair, a mistake that he then corrected.

Michael realized that it was up to him to start this conversation, although his mind was still reeling. "Um, I, uh, understand that you are here to discuss your daughter, Jillian's, grade on her mid-term in my class. But, uh, first, uh, would you like a cup of coffee or tea? We have a Keurig machine right around the corner."

By the time he had finished his comment, Michael felt both excited and drained. This was going to be a more difficult parent conference than he had imagined, but not for the reasons that he had thought.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Ms. Mandy Green

Her first thought was yes, let's get out of this small space, then no we certainly don't need a stimulant, followed by what should have been her first thought.

"I don't drink coffee," she sat down even though he hadn't offered and wondered if him being a "Giant Prick" was more literal. Jillian wasn't the brightest girl, but she used her body to her advantage and Mandy had wondered about one class where she was getting higher than expected marks.

No, that couldn't be the case here, otherwise she wouldn't be here. Unless he had some other pet student, perhaps he liked boys. That thought lasted about half a second as she took in the way he looked at her.

She felt warm and took off the cardigan, and settled herself into the chair for a serious chat, crossing her legs, unaware that in doing so she had revealed most of one leg as the slit parted.

She was trying to remember the last time she'd been alone with a man she found so appealing, and she struggled to remind herself why she was here as she noticed the PHD degrees and such hanging behind him.

"I know Jillian isn't an A student, but she tries hard. Is there Anything," she surprised herself at the emphasis, "I can do to help? Physics isn't really my area. I'm a paralegal." She crossed and recrossed her legs, his eyes upon her were making her uncomfortable in an ohh so naughty way.

 

[Gr8chtr]

As Ms. Green refused his coffee offer and started her statement, Michael tried very hard, and very unsuccessfully, to not look at her hot body. He was nearly certain that she knew he was looking, although she was no doubt used to being stared at by men.

Is there Anything I can do to help?

"Yes", thought Michael to himself, "I could roll on my back and you could ride my cock hard while I fondle your big tits as they bounce up and down." In his younger years before his marriage when he was dating women serially, he had actually said something very close to that to a young woman who took him up on his offer. God, that was a memorable night!

Of course, though, Michael said nothing of the kind. In this small college, sex with a student would get you fired. Sex with a student's parent, if consensual, wouldn't get you fired, but you would likely get some heat from the dean. Sex with a parent with even a hint of a quid pro quo for a student's grade would not only get you fired, but likely end your career entirely.

Still, he was attracted to Ms. Green, and not only because of her hot body - although that was, he had to admit, a big part of his attraction. He wanted to continue to be in her company, but he needed time to think. She had indicated that she had no background in science; she could offer little material assistance to Jillian. "Well, Ms. Green, I appreciate your offer to help Jillian and your sincerity. I need a bit of time to think this through. Are you going to be around for the rest of the day, such that we could meet later after I've had time to think about this? We could meet back here, or somewhere else if you would like."

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"I haven't seen Jillian yet, she doesn't know I'm here, but she's bound to find out I was on campus." Mandy sighed, with her striking coloration and figure someone was bound to talk. "I haven't seen her dorm room, she wanted to move in by herself." She realized she was babbling on and took a deep breath and reminded herself she was not a sex crazed teenager anymore.

"I could have lunch with her, tour the campus, and we can meet this afternoon." She paused, the office was a little too much of a home field advantage. Plus she kept thinking of how the desk would be just the right height for a good fucking, and she was having trouble corralling her thoughts surrounded by blatant signs of his intelligence.

She wanted the conversation to be confidential and private, but was having trouble thinking of where they could meet. "Lillian mentioned this dead end used book store with a coffee bar." She paused again unconsciously licking her lower lip. "Since it's post mid terms it should be deserted." She caught herself licking her lips, and wondered how many times she had done that subconsciously.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Somehow Michael managed to keep his eyes focused on Mandy's face while she considered his proposal and responded with her own. He was less successful, however, at taming the growing bulge in his pants. He hoped that it wasn't embarrassingly noticeable when he stood up to show Mandy out the door. "Funny", he thought to himself, "somehow I've transitioned to thinking of her as 'Mandy', not Ms. Green. Shit, might as well go for it."

"Mandy", he began with a growing smile, "uh...may I call you 'Mandy'? If we're going meet for coffee, might as well be on a first-name basis. Please call me 'Michael'". He paused for a moment to let his proposed informality sink in before continuing, "That old coffee house will be a good place for us to talk; it's quiet. The place is called 'The Grind'. You can imagine the bad jokes the the undergraduates make about that one! How about 3:30?"

By the time he finished his response to her suggestion, his willpower had failed repeatedly. He must have run his eyes up and down Mandy's gorgeous body at least three times in less than a minute. Michael restrained from touching her lightly as he showed her to the door of his office, but her leaving did give him a very nice view of her firm ass.

As excited as Michael was about meeting Mandy at The Grind in a private setting with few onlookers, he didn't have a clue as to what to do once they were there. As far as helping Jillian's grade - what the fuck could he do? More than half of her grade (2 quizzes and the midterm) were already complete, and she had roundly flunked all three. Even if he were to consider flat out changing her grades, he really couldn't. His T. A. kept the records and would know immediately if he simply changed them. As far as Mandy helping her daughter, well...Mandy seemed to be quite smart, but by her own admission, she had no background in science.

And, on the lust front, how could he possibly come on to Mandy without it seeming to be a clear sex-for-grades offer. Michael had no more classes for the rest of the day. He closed and locked his office door, kicked off his shoes, and laid down on his carpeted floor. Sometimes a nap cures what ails you. As Michael drifted off, his mind filled with images of Mandy nude in various erotic positions. Mmmm......

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Mandy

She found herself agreeing without really thinking about it. After she left she realized how dangerous that was. As she thought about what else he might ask and just saying Yes. She went to the ladies room and washed her hands in cold water, taking a look in the mirror she mentally told herself to get a grip as her reflection reminded her it had been over a year since she'd ridden a nice hard piece of man flesh.

She dried her hands and called her daughter, not surprised to her the sounds of a man in the background saying she needed to put the phone down and earn her grades. Mandy wondered what teacher it was as Lillian told him to shush it was her mother, and the man saying something like is she a MILF?

It sounded like Jillian threw something at him and she quickly agreed to meet for lunch and that her room was a mess.

Mandy Green thought about that for a while, if Jillian could use her body for a better grade why couldn't Mandy? Mandy was attracted to Dr. Davis, Michael, and this would solve a lot of problems. It wasn't like Jillian would really need Physics in her life.

The more she thought about it the more it appealed to her and after lunch with her daughter, she was even more convinced it would work. The major problem was would he go for it, sure Mandy was very much a MILF, and he'd seemed to spend a little too much time gazing at her breasts, but to cross that line?

Well she intended to make it an offer he couldn't refuse. She undid a few buttons on her blouse, putting it at seduction rather than parental level. She left the cardigan in the car and walked into the Grind like the sex pot she wanted to be seen as.

 

[Gr8chtr]

When meeting a woman for a first date in a mutually agreed location, Michael always arrived first and awaited his date. Why he did this, he didn't know, but it had always been so. Today was no different. As he arrived at The Grind, it struck him that he was thinking of his meeting with Mandy Green as a "date". "Hmm...", thought Michael, "that's pretty presumptuous of me. She is probably thinking of this more as a 'business meeting'".

Michael had already solved one of his problems - what to do about Jillian's grade. He would allow her to do a project for "extra credit". This was not unprecedented for him; he'd done it before, and his T. A. knew so. He'd give Jillian some simple-ass extra credit assignment that actually had little to do with physics - such as writing a short biography of a famous physicist. Of course, he would grade it, assuring her of a pretty good grade. Granted, she still had one quiz and the final go go, both of which would be graded by his T. A., and, no doubt, she'd flunk both of them - or nearly so. But, if he gave her an "A" on the extra credit assignment, it would likely "boost" her grade to a D+ or, maybe, even a C-. Michael suspected that a C- would actually boost Jillian's GPA. God, she was hopeless. But, his problem was effectively solved.

Michael's other problem - what to do with his lust for Mandy without breaking too many rules - was another matter. He still had no clue. It would depend, he decided, on how she presented herself. If she was business-like, Michael would really have little choice but to respond in kind. If she was a little warmer - she had, after all, apparently accepted his suggestion to be on a first-name basis - then who knows what might happen. Maybe nothing, maybe something - at least an array of possibilities.

As Mandy appeared at the door of The Grind, Michael looked up from the latte that he had just ordered. Shit! She had doffed her cardigan, and unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse, showing supple cleavage. She had, no question, that "come fuck me" look. "Fuck", thought Michael, "Mandy certainly means business of some sort. Let's see exactly what she has in mind."

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Mandy

She walked over to his table like she wanted his cock between her legs yesterday. Mandy was holding nothing back, the wait staff was nearly drooling as she ordered a green tea and a piece of coconut Cream Pie.

She turned to Dr. Davis and waited until they were alone to speak. "I noticed your reaction when I said Anything," her voice was soft and a little husky. She was speaking for him alone, as she leaned in showing off the juncture where her breasts were pressed against each other. "And I have to admit, I am attracted to you," she paused, "Dr. Davis," she said it like it was a name to be moaned during sex. "If you are willing to take me up on that offer I think we should discuss what Anything will entail."

The tea and pie were delivered and she ignored the guy and his bulge as she took a sip of tea, then used her fork to take a bite of the pie. She made yummy orgasmic moans and spoke again. "This cream pie is so delicious."

She was testing his restraint as she licked and sucked the remnants of the pie off her fork.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Micheal had admitted to himself on numerous occasions that, although he was a professor, he was not a genius, but it didn't need a genius to tell what Mandy meant by "Anything". The sight of her big breasts pressed against each other, her sultry voice, and her clear offer excited Michael to no end. He thought his cock was going to jump right through his pants. But, it scared him too; he realized how vulnerable he would be to a charge of sex-for-grades if Mandy somehow made a stink for whatever reason. He decided to simply come clean and be direct.

Putting on as much of a business-like tone as he could, Michael looked directly at Mandy as he spoke, "Mandy, I have already decided what to do about your daughter's grade in my class. I'm going to offer her the opportunity for an extra credit assignment that will be some kind of short paper that doesn't require any actual physics. I'll do the grading, and I'll be very generous. I can't guarantee that she'll get a final course grade better than a C-, but she'll pass the course, and her grade will not be so low as to drag her cum GPA below the minimally acceptable level. " Without saying another word, Michael pulled out his I-phone, pulled up his e-mail account, and showed it to Mandy. "In fact, I sent Jillian an e-mail just before you arrived here to that effect, with a cc to my teaching assistant. So, discussions about Jillian's grade in my course are over; matter settled, I presume to your and her satisfaction."

Michael replaced his smartphone in his shirt pocket, thanking whatever deity may exist that he had had the foresight to send that damn e-mail before Mandy arrived. Sitting back in his seat a little, Michael caught Mandy's gaze, smiled wickedly, and continued, "As far as discussions about what the word 'Anything' means, I think that we should probe..." Michael stopped here just enough to add emphasis to his last word, "... that topic at my house, which is about 7 blocks from here." Michael's smile grew even bigger, matching the growing size of his cock, "Unless, of course, you'd rather stay here for some time eating more fattening desserts and listening to me describe the finer points of post-Newtonian physics."

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Mandy Green

She was puzzled, first he acted like he was rejecting her offer, and the next moment offering to discuss "Anything" in the privacy of his home. She took a long sip of tea, and realized exactly what he meant. He had accepted, but he wanted it on the record that he had given her daughter the opportunity to raise her grade Before receiving his 'payment'.

It was smart, and it impressed and aroused her. So she played along, "Of course Dr. Davis, that's very gracious of you, I'd enjoy discussing how two objects can not occupy the same space at the same time In Depth at your home."

She took one more bite of pie, as it was very good and she had never been a calorie counter, and she anticipated burning off plenty of calories doing Anything for him.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael threw enough cash on the table to more than pay for their food and drinks and a generous tip. He escorted Mandy rapidly to the door of The Grind, and out to the street where his car was parked. "I'll drive", he said firmly, opening the passenger door so that Mandy could get into his compact sedan.

It took less than 5 minutes to drive the 7 blocks to Michael's house. Neither he nor Mandy said a word; casual conversation was not what was on either of their minds.

Opening the door to the entryway to his modest house and showing Mandy the way in, Michael swiftly swung the door closed behind them. This was a neighborhood where locking up each time was not necessary.

Turning to face Mandy standing there in her half-unbuttoned blouse and skirt with the revealing slit, Michael spoke first. "True, two objects can't occupy exactly the same space at the same time, but they can be so physically close that it's nearly impossible to tell if they are two objects or one." With the end of his statement, Michael thrust his hand behind Mandy's neck and pulled them into a kiss. His kiss wasn't tentative; he pressed his open mouth hard onto Mandy's and thrust his tongue against her lips, daring her to respond similarly. To himself Micheal thought, "OK, Mandy, the next move is yours. Either you're all bluff, or we're going to be fucking each other wildly in just a minute or two."

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"I imagine if you bury one object inside another it would be very difficult to differentiate between them." She could feel her body responding to him, her nipples tightening, hardening, her pussy growing wet. She met his kiss with an equal need and ferocity. Mandy had a feeling his bark was just as good as his bite.

Her hands were untucking his shirt, working to get him naked so she could feel his skin upon hers. "My safe word is Popcorn," she admitted during the brief moment they were not kissing as she shed her blouse, the buttons having been tugged free by his hands.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Michael didn't waste any time trying to think up a clever retort to Mandy's "buried object" comment; their bodies were doing the talking now. They finished unbuttoning each other's top garments at about the same time, allowing them naked skin-to-skin contact of their torsos when they resumed their passionate kissing.

It didn't take Michael long to find the button and zipper of Mandy's skirt, unfastening them, and letting her skirt fall to the floor. He could feel Mandy's hands working on his belt and the zipper of his fly, so it didn't surprise him to see his pants falling on top of Mandy's skirt at about the same instant her skirt hit the floor.

His hands free from the de-clothing task, Michael used his left arm to encircle Mandy's upper back, thus binding them together as though they were tied with a rope. With his right hand he grabbed Mandy's huge left tit, kneading it roughly, and squeezing her hard nipple with his fingers. Gasping for breath he hissed in Mandy's ear, "Lady's choice, couch, bed, or living room carpet?"

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"Proximity should dictate my choice, but I don't want to get rug burn," Mandy liked teasing him. She enjoyed banter and was glad that her brain didn't turn off when her body was turned on. She was turned on by how badly he wanted her, sure she was lovely, perhaps it was the illicit aspect, it certainly made her feel bolder.

"Is there a coffee table or some other suitable surface in the living room?"

 

[Gr8chtr]

Is there a coffee table or some other suitable surface in the living room?

Fuck! She was teasing him! Michael was so hot that he could think of nothing but fucking Mandy as soon as possible. But, she still had some control left. "Damn", thought Michael, "this woman has even more on the ball than I thought. "

Michael was about ready to agree to Mandy's suggestion - he did, indeed, have a coffee table, but it was pretty small for what he had in mind. In the split second since Mandy finished her little quip, he remembered the thought that he had had earlier in the day in his office when she had asked if there was anything that she could do to help: I could roll on my back and you could ride my cock hard while I fondle your big tits as they bounce up and down.

Grabbing Mandy by the hand, Micheal bolted up the stairs, Mandy in tow, and ran into his bedroom. Anticipating the possibility that they might end up there, Michael had pulled the bedspread and top sheet back to the foot of the bed, making his king-size bed an open field for whatever they wanted to do. Once in his bedroom, Michael grabbed the waist of Mandy's panties slid them rapidly over her firm hips and ass, letting them fall to the floor. He trusted that Mandy would return the favor; he wasn't disappointed.

With a quick move Michael threw them onto his bed, landing on his back, Mandy on top. "Ride me!, Mandy", Michael commanded, "ride my hard cock until we both scream with pleasure."

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Ms. Mandy Green

She quickly divested him of the last of his clothing and was surprised when he threw himself on the bed and told her she could ride him until they were both spent. She straddled him, guiding the swollen head to her wet snatch, knowing it would take a little bit of effort to make things line up, as even after having a child she was tight, the bonus of having done kiegel exercises faithfully.

With a little twisting and coaxing to lubricate the tip, it finally popped inside her. He felt glorious, and she knew it had been far too long since she'd had a real cock inside of her. Toys could only come so close to duplicating the feel of flesh. She leaned over him, letting her boobs hang as she worked her way down his cock, letting her body enjoy the invasion of his flesh, stretching her open. Knowing she wouldn't feel this way again until tomorrow, and that was assuming there would be more tomorrow. She certainly hoped so, as she sank down, then pulled back, easing her way down on his cock, taking her time.

Mandy knew it wouldn't be long before she'd be bouncing on him like a pogo stick and wanted to torture them both until they couldn't stand it anymore.

 

[Gr8chtr]

From previous experience, Michael knew that he had to just lay still until Mandy twisted and turned just right to let his cock slide into her wet pussy. Knowing that she was a mother to at least one child he was delightfully surprised to see how tight she was. This was a dream come true.

Micheal let out an audible gasp when the head of his cock popped into Mandy and she slid down on his shaft. He watched, and felt, as she pulled back up and eased back down slowly, deliberately. Clearly, she was deliberately building the tension, presumably until neither of them could control themselves any more.

OK...two could play this game. As Mandy eased herself back down his shaft, Michael reached up with both hands, grabbing both of her bouncing tits, but not grabbing hard as he did just a minute or two ago. This time he squeezed hard, but deliberately, showing that he, too, could maintain control while teasing her some. Just before Mandy's hips had reached the bottom of their slow stroke, Michael lunged his hips up to meet hers, bumping his hips into her ass and jamming his cock into her tight pussy. But not too hard, just hard enough to let Mandy know that once she started to ride him hard, he would be pounding back with equal vigor.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"I guess," she murmured between panting, hard thrusts, "This isn't" she grinned and rolled her hips against him, "Your first rodeo." She was surprised at how quickly their bodies found a rhythm together so he wasn't pulling out or just chasing her.

It was the first time she'd fucked a teacher, then again he wasn't her teacher, but her daughters, and had a doctoral degree. She wanted to fuck him until neither of them could think, and considering how she'd thrown morals and ethics to the wind, and the feel of his cock inside her, she was more than halfway there.

She had however dated a rancher and learned how to ride a horse, and she knew how to ride him for as long as he could take it.

 

[Gr8chtr]

After just a couple of thrusts Mandy had put her hands on his chest, allowing much of her weight to be balanced there, leaving her hips free to move up and down rapidly. The sight of Mandy's big tits bouncing with her thrusts only fed Michael's lust for her. Even as Mandy mounted him, Michael was sure that they could find a hot rhythm together, but it happened more quickly than he imagined. He met every one of her hard thrust with an equally hard upward thrust of his own, their rhythm accelerating and intensifying with each mutual thrust.

I guess this isn't your first rodeo.

"No", Michael panted in reply, "not yours either. And...". Micheal wanted to add 'and not our last', but he was too hot and too close to cumming to get it out. All he could manage was, ..."oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Then adding, nearly breathlessly, "Cumming real soon..10, 9, 8, 7, 6..." Leaving Mandy to finish the count.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

The countdown was very sexy, like trying to make it 8.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu. The song echoed in the corners of her mind as she counted down, pacing the numbers exactly as he did. "Five, Four, Three, Two," longer pause as her breathing was getting rougher, "One," she moaned in ecstasy, adding a silent 'blast off' in her mind as she felt him inside her.

On one she slammed down against him and stayed there, wriggling slightly until the swollen cock head was in just the right place to keep her soaring.

Her body squeezing him for every last drop until she finally went limp with pleasure and collapsed on top of him, slowly and reluctantly rolling over and letting his cock go, unsure of whether he was a keep me in until I beg for mercy type, or a give me a breather before you break my dick type

 

[Gr8chtr]

Five, Four, Three, Two, ...pause...One

With nearly super-human effort Michael managed to control himself during Mandy's five energetic thrusts, but when she slammed down on him at the zero count he could hold it no longer. Amid a scream that probably could have been heard on the street, Michael exploded into Mandy, spewing his cum into her pussy with enough force that would have propelled the fluid almost to the ceiling if he hadn't been squeezed tightly into her. As Mandy wriggled riding his hips, Michael's body shook repeatedly with convulsive tremors, each one causing a groan to escape his lips.

When Mandy rolled off of him, Michael collapsed against the bed in total exhaustion. The only thought that ran through his head was, "A daughter of one of my students, whom I met only a few hours ago, and I just fucked each other's brains out. What the fuck happens after this?"

 

[DrMelonCollie]

She let her breath return to her body before she curled up against him, her hand possessively across his chest. "I feel like I should be paying you," she kissed his collar bone. "I almost feel glad my daughter is failing your class." She kissed his neck, and downward to one nipple, licking it lightly. "I'm kind of hoping that Anything includes, at least a shower, a bottle of wine, pizza, and a sunrise."

She continued to kiss down his chest until she reached his gloriously wet cock. Mandy gently licked up, down, and around, to taste and clean him up so to speak, if he rose to the challenge fantastic, if not she would enjoy the feel of his flesh until he begged her to stop. Actually she was going to enjoy him until he begged her to stop either way as he mouth encased the tip and she gently sucked as her tongue wriggled around feeling every vein, every bump, every tiny change in the flesh of his cock.