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Night Classes
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DISCLAIMER:
The story that follows is a fantasy. It has never taken place, will never
take place, and should never take place. It is a story of a non-consensual
type, but the author recognizes that any such acts are no more ethical than
they are legal. However, within the domain of a fanatasy, pure and simple,
they allow for emotional releases not possible in a real life situation, and
inhabition is very erotic. With this in mind, enjoy the story.
Night Classes
She was an old bitch, well sort of old, and I sat in front of
her, though off to the side. Probably in her late thirties, but
you'd only guess it from the few wrinkles on her face. Her
short brown hair had a youthful cut, and its shine and
bounce reflected the general aura of naturalism that
surrounded her. Between slides I'd catch glimpses of her
dropping her mouth open before swallowing the drink she
held firmly in her hand. I lay in the dark openly dreaming
of the things I would do to her when class let out.
At the break, the lights were turned on, as we exited to
stretch and senselessly walk the vacant corridors, but this
time I caught her going to the bathroom. I followed, very
close behind, staringat her plump ass, as it forcibly moved
from side to side and pressed gently against her jeans. She
stopped short of the door, and turned slightly to asked me
something about the paper we had just handed in, but I
found myself concentrating more on the smooth mounds
that curved her loose T-shirt. Nothing could stop me in the
state of sexual arousal that her large breasts had left me in.
There was no turning back now.
I felt confident enough, and crazy enough to forcibly push
her back through the doors and into the secluded confines
of the women's bathroom, and in so doing, caught her and
myself both, completely off guard. In the rush of
adrenaline I told her that I loved her, but the truth was that I
loved her body, and the sexual prowess and experience it
represented. She was still in a state of shock when I
instinctively pulled her shirt up and out of the pants she had
tucked them into. Time seemed to freeze when she
screamed out a loud, simple, but poignant 'Hey!' that no one
else could hear. I was simply too far gone to think twice,
and she was surprisingly calmed as I reached my hands up
under her shirt to grab hold of her bosoms through her
cupped bra.
I can't remember what I said as I leaned forward to lick the
cheek of her astonished face, and then her lips, I licked her
lips sloppily, but in the fury of the moment it seemed
almost sensual. By now she had started to physically push
me away, and rather than simply pushing back, I continued
lifting her shirt off until it was completely removed from
her head. Then I stepped back.
Now came the second thoughts, as I could not even begin to
believe what I had just done. Before me stood a woman
who I had known no more than the few hours of class we
had spend together, never having exchanged a glance, much
less a word, and yet she stood before, in the dimly lit
ruggedness of a college bathroom, baring the body that I
had forced her to expose. I nearly collapsed. And maybe
my shame and habitual shyness was what made her act the
way she did. Not that she acted in any particular way, only
that she did not act the way I would expect any other to
have acted. She just stood there, apparently as dismayed as
I, and before I could regain my senses enough to apologize,
my eyes were again drifting to her bulging bra, and the
delightful reflection it made in the mirror mounted in front
of her.
Before I even knew that I had moved, I found myself
leaning on her back and rhythmically rubbing myself up
and down the crevice in her jeans as I work my hands
around to her chest where I had no trouble releasing the
tightly sealed hook of her brassiere. The under-garment fell
to the ground and I could barely catch a glimpse of her
over-sized nipples, as my fingers ran to encompass them.
Her breasts were not huge, but they hung so voluminously
from her chest as I squeezed them between each hand, that I
could not imagine a more erotic feeling. I had been
breathing heavily on her bare neck for some time now, and
this combined with the breast and near anal stimulus I was
giving to her must have been the reason that she reach her
arms back and instinctively grabbed my behind with both
hands. This was the first movement she had made during
the encounter, voluntary or otherwise, but it was soon to be
her last.
Now near a peak stage of my arousal, I momentarily
moved my hands away from her chest to rip open the
buttons on her jeans. I then pulled them down around her
ankles so violently that her underwear fell with them. She
had started yelling again, but I was somehow unable to lend
any attention to that, instead I stood up again and, grabbing
hold of her wrists, I lowered one of her hands into my
pants, and heavily rubbed my dick between her fingers and
along the palm of her equally firm hand. Her arms,
however, along with much of her upper body, were a little
too fat to be erotic. What interested me was her ass.
I clumsily removed my pants with the one hand that wasn't
busily holding her chest down against the small cold
surface of the table top that was not cluttered with sinks.
Once my jeans were off, I starting rubbing my penis all
over the large and oh so smooth cheeks of her behind. And
before I could fully enjoy licking her from ass to back to
neck and around to her cheeks, I had already forced myself
deep inside of her. Seizing the unique opportunity that this
situation presented me with, I quickly pulled out, and
rammed my dick roughly into her anus. I had never heard
her shriek so loud, and it deeply troubled me to think of her
wriggling in pain, but I was not myself.
I had surrendered to sexual urges that I should not have let
get out of control. And nothing could stop me when I saw
her naturally squeezeable tits protrude from her sides as
they were squashed up against the table, and rocked back
and forth as I began thrusting deeper and harder and harder
inside her ass. She kept screaming, though no intelligible
words could be made out, only primal wailing that rose and
set in pitch each time I rammed her from her behind. My
dick soon became inflamed with the burning friction
between it and the dry insides of her anus. Running my
hands through her hair, and sticking a few finger inside her
mouth to play with her wet tongue, I came very close to
cumming inside of her. Instead, I again pulled out and bend
down to gently kiss the ass that had served me so well, and,
sticking my thumb back inside her anus, I was able to force
her to pivot around and face me.
She was nearly as exhausted as I was, but I was running on
adrenaline, and mustered the strength to get her into a
seated position on the floor in front of me. Holding her jaw
open as far as I could, I lowered myself to her level, and
fully encompassing her mouth with mine, gave her one of
the deepest French kisses I had ever known. I took her
tongue between my lips, and licked the roof of her mouth.
Struggling to bite down on me, she would not let me
continue, and in an act of retribution, I spat at her and down
her throat. Then I moved closer and stuffed my penis
between her lips as I reached for her breasts again. Her
nipples had become erect from the cold, and I pinched them
between my fingers as hard as I could. Reaching back up to
her head, I placed both hands behind her, and lightly
firmed my grip on her silky hair and started to fuck her
mouth, moving her head slowly with the motion of my
body. She was now biting down pretty hard in an attempt
to get me to withdraw, but my erection was so hard, that it
only added to the incredibly sensuous feeling of both
wetness and mild friction.
Her cries temporarily silenced, I started vocalizing some of
the energy that ran over my body. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I
fucking you?" I would say, not ask. And senseless
fragments like "Take that!" and "Does that taste good?".
Finally I just started yelling "FuckI FuckI Fuck" with
every thrust that I took deeper into her mouth, until I was
on the verge of cumming, and pulled out, shooting my
sperm all over her face, and into her hair, and covering her
cheek.
I then place my hand aside her face and spread my cum all
around, smearing it into her pores, over her shut eyelids,
and wiping it into her mouth. I quickly stood up again, and
pulled on my pants. Letting her go, she slumped over and
lay on the floor, completely naked, visibly shaken, her head
covered in sperm, and yet with a slight grin on her face.
She lifted her right index finger and placed it innocently on
her front teeth, and with raised eyebrows, she enhanced her
childlike, yet sultry expression.
Before returning to class I took one last stare at my woman.
No more than five foot four, her fleshy body didn't take up
much room on the ground, but the room it did take up was
filled with smooth voluminous curves. Short but perfect
legs, a shapely rear, a slightly bulging stomach, and large
hands extending from bulky arms, seemingly gigantic
boobs that jiggled from her nervous shivers, and a
beautifully wise face with atural lips, intense eyes, small
ears, and her unmistakable bouncy haircut. I could not do
it, I could not return to the classroom and leave her behind.
In this fantasy she was mine for the taking, and I duly could
not resist. I threw myself on top of her once again and
continued fucking her, amidst her incessant but inaudible
screams, for the rest of the night.
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