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During the tumult of the protests, many of my colleagues noted class attendance dwindling—not that they particularly minded, since most of us are farther left than even our most sincere little radicals. A girl—no, now woman, unequivocally, though she’s still a girl to me, with some of those endearing habits left over from childhood that most of us, the unlucky ones, lose when we (supposedly) mature older women: in her case, biting her lip and casting her beautiful dark eyes to the ceiling as she considered a posed question—a woman kneels before me, her hands bound, her pert breasts thrust forward, the position revealing the contours of her ribs.

"Do whatever you want to me. My secret was the same secret that led to record setting enrollments in previous years: sex. I’m a PhD candidate in comparative literature a top university, one which was in the news last year for student protests, and which continues to be in the news on occasion. If you’ve never read The Story of O—well, I recommend it.

Any seniors who wanted to write theses on sexuality in literature? And for Priya, my best student, it seemed to spark an interest she didn’t realize she had. Sign up for the "Literature and Sexuality Senior Colloquium. " I reach out and run my hand through her hair, black mature women pictures (visit web site) as pitch, dropping down to one breast as I pinch her nipple and begin to undo my belt.

"Something…" And then she paused, bit her lip. I really liked The Story of O. For academics, it’s easy to teach because students love to talk about it. And I was thinking…" Here, she laid out a fairly clever thesis topic, reading female empowerment into narratives of sexual submission.

"Something…" I offered. She’s a petite girl, Indian-American, majoring in English and Biology, the latter to keep the possibility of med school alive. I OK’d the project and she was off. My class, for seniors writing theses, remained well attended, however. She was talking excitedly about a protest.

At one point, I noticed my hand on hers. I began meeting with Priya bi-weekly, and then weekly, chatting about her paper, about her other classes, about her on-campus activism. "Sorry," I offered lamely. It happened so gradually, I barely noticed it.

"I was thinking of changing my thesis topic," she told me one afternoon after class, over coffee, while we discussed her initial proposal, which focused on oral histories of sex workers. I delicately removed my hand and she glanced down at it, and then at me—I couldn’t read the look on her face. " Another time, I forget exactly when, I mentioned something that clued her in to the fact that I had personal BDSM experience—something about after-care, something that set her eyes shining.

"So, you’ve… Done, like, scenes and stuff? "No, it’s okay," she replied, a little too quickly. " "Priya, we shouldn’t be talking about this. I was attracted to her, naturally, but I was attracted to many of my female students and so the noise blocked it out—like most red-blooded male academics, I’d gotten used to being around attractive, smart, driven young people revealing their vulnerabilities.

" "And yet, it’s still not. " "But it’s what my thesis is about. She wrote her thesis, graduated summa, and I was proud of her. You have to talk to me about it. "Are you a dom or a sub or a switch? She flashed another smile my way and, an hour later, found me again. It turned out, she had a job at the admissions office.

Would I like to get lunch with her? We waved and later, I saw the same group again in the library. Over lunch, our hands found each other again. She invited me over for dinner that evening and I took her up on the offer. "I’ve just read so much about it, and it sounds like… What I’ve always wanted," she whispered.

In the dark of her bedroom after our first night together, her curled up in the crook of my arm, her breath ragged after our fucking, she asked me to be her dom. " "But not about my own, personal…" I paused. Of course, I wanted it. She was a joy to be around, sweet and considerate, with a sassy edge that came with intimacy.

" I was quiet for a while. "Why don’t we ease into it, try a few things, and see if you like it," I finally answered, whispering huskily into her ear as my hand ran down her smooth belly. It was a month or two before I saw her again: I was riding my bike to the library, when I like to camp out in the summer months to work, since my apartment has no air conditioning, when I saw her in smart business dress, leading a group of prospective students on a tour.

"Yes… What should I call you? She was smart as a whip, able to see through my bullshit in class when none of the other students could, giving me a raised eyebrow: our secret signal. " I shut that conversation down pretty fast too. "And I feel like what I’ve always wanted—it’s been someone like you. Digging myself into a hole.

She obeyed immediately. And don’t you dare think you’re going to cum any time soon. " "That works," she said, eagerly. " Again, she obeyed: lowering herself into the awkward position, she slid a hand down and began to rub her bare pussy, spreading her dark lips open to reveal her pinkness.

"Touch your tits," I ordered. " I watched her for a minute, our eyes locked as she touched herself, gasping and whimpering softly. She nodded, biting her lip, and ran a hand up to her breasts, stroking them softly. She was a natural, tugging at her brown nipples, shuddering in pain and pleasure. I’ve always liked it… rough.

" She didn’t answer for a second, moaning. " She obeyed, digging her fingers into her flesh, whimpering. I ordered her out of bed, told her to turn on the lights. I had already made her cum once and I was surprised at how fast she orgasmed. " "What do you like to be called? " Gripping her hard by the hair, forcing her head back, almost causing her to lose her balance, I lowered my lips to her ear.

I strode over to her, laying my hands on her for the first time since we had begun. "You never fooled me, Priya. I knew she was cumming. " She let out a cry and began to shudder. I slid my fingers around her throat, letting them rest there and putting only a small amount of pressure on her—just enough to let her know that I was in charge, but not so much that she wouldn’t be able to use her safe words.

"Really rough," she choked out. I held her face looking at mine as she came, her pretty features contorting in ecstasy. I took her by the hair, pulling hard. I heard her breathing, ragged and hungry as I approached her leaking body, the scent of old mature women naked nude her pussy heavy in the air as I ran my belt over her thighs and up to her plump little ass. "Is this a red or a yellow for you, do you think?

"I’m sorry, Sir," she whimpered pathetically as she finished. Yellow for slow down, red for stop—does that work for you? " I struck her lydaperrier7.pen.io rear softly, hearing the moans of disappointment, before amping up my blows—not to the point that I would leave lasting welts, but enough that her butt visibly swelled under the rain of slaps. No, I don’t think so, Sir.

I always knew you wanted to be my slut. " She groaned as I slid my cock into her for the second time that night. She was trembling very slightly as I took hold of her hips. She cried out with each blow, adding in the number at the end.

" She obeyed as I went to my jeans, and slid my belt out of the loops. Whereas before, I had looked her in the eyes and kissed her slowly as we fucked, now I began to pound her, grabbing her by the hair from behind as I rode her. We all over thirty stopped at sixteen—eight on each cheek. I pulled her by her hair back onto the floor, flinging her like a rag doll as I pressed my slick cock between her lips, forcing her to taste her own juices as she began to obediently suck me.

Because tears aren’t a safe word. "I loved that," she whispered. With a groan, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it with a smile. Now, there was no way they couldn’t hear. She squealed; I knew she had roommates and our first time, she had even asked me to be quiet so they wouldn’t hear us.

"It felt like scratching an itch I’ve had for a long time. " So, that summer, we continued to see one another. Afterwards, I held her close—after-care, there it was again—and she curled herself up against my chest, burying her face in my chest hair. We broke up then, so to speak—it was her first real job out of college, in a new city, and I had no illusions about the new people and experiences she might want to meet and have.

Finally, I pulled out of her. But we still keep in touch—she seems to have a boyfriend now, and from the way she looks at him—in photographs, on late nights when I’m facebook stalking her—I know what they’re doing… muzhikmuchenik . We continued our play sessions, nearly every single day, and at the end of the summer, she had accepted a job across the country working at a start up.

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older galsAs the road wore on, Trina and Summer made good on their threat, and Autumn spent the next two weeks in a haze of perpetual bliss, squeezed in tight between her sister and the travelling girl, doing anything and everything Trina wanted to practice. Inside the wagon, between Summer and Trina magic alone sustained them, and to a one they ate only cock and drank only the juices of each others pleasure.

Less intense, but if possible even more pleasurable was the feel of Summers hard nipples against her own and her cock deep inside her cunt as Trina mounted pounded her ass with her slow, forceful thrusts, pressing the three of them so tightly together that Autumn all but forgot they were three separate people, reminded only by the wet, warm feeling of Trinas kisses and nibbles on her neck, and the hard points of her nipples as her soft breasts pressed tight against her back.

Autumn soon found she took particular joy in Trinas lips wrapped around her cock when Summer put one on herself and joined in, and nothing was quite so intense as shooting her load down Trinas slender throat while sitting on Summers lap, her sisters hands kneading her breasts and her cock shoved firmly up her ass, except perhaps the taste of her cum on Trinas lips on her own as she clambered onto her lap to mount her, squeezing her tight with her cunt as she sank down onto Autumn with a gasp or a moan.

Even in her sleep, Autumn was not alone, but whether Trina and Summer were fucking her in their sleep or if it was part of some delightful dream, Autumn could not say; even awake the world took on a dreamlike quality, a strange quiet place of nothing but flesh on flesh and silk on feathers.

When she took a firm hold of her hips and mounted her, however, it was with a twist. Time shrunk and vanished for Autumn, and a day, or a week, or a year later, Summer announced she was confident that Trina had her trick down, and together they began to experiment, searching for tweaks and improvements, Autumn their willing and eager subject. The transformational trick Summer had taught her she had down to an art in a couple of days, and not long after she had perfected the art of putting it on someone else as well, and soon she was making liberal use of Autumn for practicing her cock sucking as well as for perfecting her riding form.

With Trinas hands on her hips, Autumn let her sister guide her downwards, kissing the glittering beads from her chest, but with her spattered face leaving more than she took. Summer was the first to reveal a new idea; as Autumn lay with her lips wrapped around Trinas cock, taking it in to the hilt on every bob, urged on by Trinas slender hands tightly grasping her hair, Summer slid up behind her as so many times before.

Along with the cock sinking deep into Autumns cunt, another thrust into her ass, and with three cocks pounding her in complete synchronicity, Autumn came at once; gagging, twitching and trembling she set both her sister and her wagonmate off together, and orgasmed again as she felt the hot jets of their seed filling her every hole; forcing itself past and out wherever it could.

In the morning, full of vigour, they filled each other up every which way, and as they day drew on and they grew too tired to move much at all, they took to gathering the fruits of the day from each others skin, crawling, sliding and slipping over each other to kiss every inch of skin clean. Finally, it was her cock she reached, only one now, slick with Summers cum and her own excitement, and a shade larger than usual.

Even so, between her eagerness and the lubrication Autumn had no problem swallowing it whole, and as her lips closed around the base in a light kiss it was Trina who invaded her with a two-pronged assault.

When she awoke, she found herself face to face with Trina, their bodies bound and pressed tightly together, the ropes feeling alive and throbbing as they pressed them together, nipple against nipple and sex against wet, dripping sex.

Both her cocks were more generous in size as well, but went in smooth all the same, and this time Autumn lasted a bit longer before she contorted in exquisite agony, but not much. Trinas gift was still dripping from her nose and mouth as she and Summer turned Autumn around between them, and waiting for Trina to ready herself, Summer embraced her sister with a deep, lingering kiss, taking in the taste of her and the taste of her hard work, the juices spilling from their locked lips to run down over Summers breasts.

She didnt, but instead she flopped over weakly, comatose. With one hand planted on her breast and the other buried between her legs, Summer sat pleasuring herself as she looked down at the helpless girls, the ropes constricting with her every twitch and moan, before releasing slowly, their exited pulse palpable on Autumns skin.

Now it wasnt enough to take her companions over the edge, and they kept vigorously riding her through three more shattering orgasms before they exploded inside her; Summer first, gagging her sister with the white storm, then Trina, filling her up once more, to the point she felt she might explode.

Looking over at her wagonmate, Autumn could see that the ropes looked very much like the shafts of cocks, but far longer; fleshy, veiny and unmistakably alive and excited. Seeming to sense their predicament, Summer called forth the end of one of the tendrils, where it terminated in the tip of a cock, and after giving it a good suck to make sure it was wet and slick, set it loose.

After a moment, it found purpose, and buried itself deep in Autumns ass, eliciting a load moan against Trinas lips. Unsure of what else to do, she craned her neck forwards and kissed Trina, who kissed her back, and passionately they joined trying desperately to grind together to scratch the trembling itch that was growing in them by the second. Grinding and pulsing mature naked women inside her, she could feel her sisters excitement in it, and found it reflected in her own.

While Autumn slept, Summer and Trina had workshopped some new ideas, and Summer seemed eager to put them into motion. As Summer noticed them both stirring awake, the ropes seemed to constrict slightly around them, and as she crawled over on her hands and knees, they grew even tighter. mature woman Summer soon called forth a second cock-tipped tendril, and after another quick suck set it loose.

With a stifled moan, Summer gave a familiar twitch, but to Autumn the real giveaway was the heavy spurting of the cocktacle buried inside her. From the heat on them and the blush on Summers face, they seemed very much a part of her, yet not attached to her, their ends simply vanishing in between fluffy pillows and silken sheets.

When she had recovered, Summer called forth another pair of them, letting her lips and tongue play over them for a while, darting back and forth between them and preparing them carefully. When she let them go, they each found a cunt, and the sudden plunge of it drew a moan from Trina, Autumn joining in with a squeal of joy. Their surprised writhing set Summer off again, and again Autumn could feel the snaking tendrils filling her up, thick spurts escaping between and around them, staining the silk sheets with their juices.

Panting, Summer called forth a cock for herself, which she stroked slowly as she prepared another snaking apparition, lavishing generous attention on its tip as the others eagerly fucked Autumn and Trina, before letting her mouth wander a ways down its length, slicking it for at least three feet, perhaps for.

When she let it go, it slipped quickly in between the bound girls, its veiny flesh pressing against and exciting their rosebuds as it slipped past to nestle with its head in the hollow between their pressed-together breasts, sending them both into trembling orgasm as it throbbed against them.

From the quiet squeal Trina gave, Autumn guessed that it had a similar disposition to the first, and her sisters deepening breath all but confirmed it. When next the ropes tightened, it wasnt around Trina older naked women or Autumn, but around the both of them, pushing them even closer together, their heat and pulse rising and quickening. With a grin, Summer called forth another pair of the fleshy constructs, and expectantly Autumn freed her lips from Trina and looked up at her, mouth ajar, but to her surprise this pair found their cunts as well, leaving Trina squealing and herself moaning throatily.

Panting heavily by now, Autumn tried as best as she could to hold back, but the rhythmic pulsing and grinding of Summers tendrils left her moaning with orgasm against Trinas wet lips, her wagonmate joining in before the aftershocks had receded. With slow, deliberate movements, Summer crawled over to the pair of them, and sat straddling them both, and mature feet pics letting go of her cock momentarily, she buried a hand in each of their manes, pulling their heads back gently.

Moments later, Autumn screamed in pleasure, letting herself go wild as she came, every tendril spurting thick, hot jets of sticky seed into, onto and all over Autumn and Trina, Summers cock included. Letting go of the girls hair, Summer sat back up and resumed stroking her cock with both hands, Autumn feeling the trembling of her thighs against the small of her back.

When she awoke a little later, Autumn found Trina sitting over her, gesturing for her to be quiet, and pointing to Summers still sleeping form with a grin. Exhausted, Summer buckled and collapsed between them, the constructs all fading mature naked women to nothing as she nestled herself in the sticky mess she had made of the silk with a smile, falling asleep; and Autumn quickly dozed off as well.

Intertwining, the suddenly shot down towards them, slipping past their panting and moaning lips and burying themselves deep in their throats, pulsing and throbbing as they thrust into them in time with their fellows all around; one slipping out here as another thrust deep there. Looking up and along, Autumn saw what her sister was grinning about, as two more tendrils rose from the sheets.

Silently, they manoeuvred themselves into place, Trina at Summers head, and Autumn by her hips. With a light touch to her mound, Trina called forth two cocks for Autumn, and one for herself as well. Grasping her hair tightly, Trina mercilessly fucked Summers face, and with her hands on her hips, Autumn felt her quivering and breathing hard.

It wasnt until Trina summoned shadowy ropes and binding Summer tight she woke up, and quickly Autumn rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her to her knees, bringing her ass up to pounding height. Between their breasts, the cocktacle withdrew, spurting all over their chest and bellies and its quick action against their nubs sending them both into shattering orgasms; inside them the spurts flowed out of them as the tendrils retreated; and what didnt shoot straight down their gullets they coughed up as the constructs fled, their second spurt joining the one from Summers own cock as it spattered all over their faces.

She parted her hands to reveal a web of fine string crisscrossing in the gap from fingertip to fingertip, and Autumn nodded with a grin. Just sitting still, Autumn could feel Summers excitement building, and as soon as she began to move, Summer came at once, and as she built up speed, Autumn could quickly feel her coming again. Despite her compromised position, Summer was working all her skills expertly, and soon Trina squealed tremulously and fell back panting, a warm jet of cum shooting from her and taking Summer in the face.

Falling back as the orgasm thundered through her, the last of it spurted out onto Autumns own belly, and with a dull thud Summer hit the silks as Trinas ability to hold the constructs in place was exhausted.

With older nude mature women porn her attention freed to deal with Autumn, Summer had her coming in seconds, her seed oozing out between Summers pink lips and rosy cheeks, and Autumns hard cocks. With a grin, Summer rounded on Autumn, crawling up to her on all fours. After a long, passionate kiss that smeared Trinas love all over Autumns face as well, Summer reached down to her sex, and Autumn felt as Summers fingers tightened around a new cock.

With a savage thrust going in easy, Autumn joined in, one cock burying itself in Summers tight ass, the other in her warm, wet cunt. With a thick rope below her tits and secured to the ceiling of the wagon, Trina levelled her, and as she opened her mouth in protest, she thrust her cock down her throat to silence her. Grinding against it slowly at first, she soon quickened her pace, and with her baby blue eyes locked with Autumns, she rode her sister through orgasm after orgasm after agonising orgasm, the cool smile on her pink lips spattered with white never faltering.

Slowly, silently, without so much as a moan, whimper or squeal, Summer mounted it.

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