As his orgasm continued to spasm his body, his grasp on her breast went to her nipple, tugging at it as raw passion overtook him.
Deep gutteral grunts escaped from his throat as his cock continued to ram into her.
He was a man out of control; he was consumed by his desire for his lover; her name flooded his mind, but his lips were unable to speak.
Jeffrey O'Bannon was a faculty member at State, having taught in the Mathematics Department for the past eight years. He was 44 years old, and he and his wife Jenny had cooled off in their sexual relationship years earlier.
On this particular Monday evening, his cell phone vibrated with a text message. "You are needed at the faculty meeting at 10:00 a.m." the screen announced.
He glanced at his watch. It was 9:48 p.m., and he and Jenny were watching another episode of "Law and Order." "Hey," he said, nonchalantly, "you want some ice cream?" Jenny seemed disinterested, as usual. Jeff looked in the freezer, and found what he knew he'd find... no ice cream.
"Hey, hon, I'm gonna run to the store and pick up some Ben and Jerry's. Wanna ride along?" He knew what the answer would be, but it would help to preserve his cover.
A minute and forty five seconds later the keys were in the igntion of his 1994 Volvo, and he was backing out of the driveway. But rather than the 24-hour grocery store on the edge of town, his car led him to the street in front of the BEdZ fraternity.
On cue, precisely at 10:00 p.m. he entered the side entrance into the private apartment of Beth Darlington. The lights were low in the apartment, and she pulled him in, kissing him hard on the lips as the door shut. She was wearing a tight skirt, and a button down blouse that already had the top three buttons undone. Her Victoria's Secret pushup bra accentuated her ample cleavage, and as their tongues met, her hand went down on his crotch. Her high heels allowed their lips to meet quite comfortably.
She broke the kiss only long enough to ask, What did you need from the store tonight? By the time Professor Jeffrey O'Bannon had answered, they were backed up to the couch that saw so much action in her apartment.
Jeff and Beth were not lovers; he was merely a sex toy for her, and tonight she was lusting for the feel of a hard cock encircled by her lips.
They kissed again, their tongues interlocking, as she unfastened his belt and zipper. He wriggled his hips, and his pants fell to the ground, around his ankles. She wriggled his boxers off of his hips, being momentarily slowed by his emerging cock.
His shorts below his knees, she lowered him onto the couch, directing his hips forward so he was easily accessible to her.
Hmmm... you look nice tonight, she said temptingly to his shaft, which was nearly full, throbbing as each beat of his heart pushed more blood into his member.
Her hands traced inside his thighs, spreading them more, and then, with her left hand still on his inner leg, her right hand circled the base of his cock, slightly cupping his balls.
Beth extended the tip of her tongue and circled the shining purple head of his cock as her right hand started to rise and fall, circled around the base of his six inches.
Jeff moaned pleasurably, leaning his back into the soft cushion as his eyes went shut. "Oh fuck!" he muttered to no one in particular.
She loved having this effect on men. Her mouth opened, taking his swollen head in before she wrapped her lips warmly around it.
Her right hand remained on his cock, a rhythmic stroking motion emerging as her left hand went to the hair on his belly. She began to moan as she looked up at him, enjoying the pleasured look on his face.
As she started to bob on his cock, taking ever greater lengths in with each downward motion, his hands went to her head, his fingers coursing through her hair.
She heard his breathing pick up, as did hers. As she knelt between his legs, her legs parted slightly, allowing a bit of her moisture to be cooled by the surrounding air; she was not wearing any panties.
Deep gutteral moans began to pass his lips, and her bobbing up and down on him became deeper, more intentional, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked, increasing the pressure on his cock.
His ass squirmed on the thick cushion as his head pressed backward; he was losing control.
"Oh... fuck!... oh... fuck!..." he repeated over and over, until the moment of his orgasm peaked; words became impossible at that point.
As he neared his climax, her hand slid further up, finding his nipple, which she squeezed tightly.
That did it. His body shook, his hips jutting upward off the couch as streams of cum shot from his cock into her mouth.
Her lips never slackened from around his rod until his spasms began to lessen. When he had finally emptied, her lips released with a smack, and she stood, pushing herself up with her hands on his knees.
On wobbly legs he stood, amazed at this beautiful woman's ability to please him so.
Beth took Jeff's right hand and allowed it to lift under her skirt. As lustful eyes stayed focused on his, she directed his hand to her opening, pressing two fingers within her, coating them with her wetness.
She then took his hand and guided it to his mouth, his lips surrounding his two sticky fingers as his tongue savored the taste.
Four and a half minutes, she spoke, obviously pleased with herself. Too bad the store was out of your flavor of ice cream. But I sure enjoyed yours, she continued with a smile, as her tongue drew a tempting circle around her lips.
She stood by the door as he pulled himself together, finally zipping back up.
See you next time, Lover, she promised, locking the door as he left.
Lowering herself on the still-warm cushion, she reached for the pink dildo in the drawer of the end table. Hello, little friend, she purred to it, its soft vibrations starting as she pushed the switch.
Eight minutes later, Jeff O'Bannon entered through the garage door of his house. "Drives me crazy when they don't keep 'Triple Caramel Chunk' stocked at that grocery," he muttered. It was too dark in the room for Jenny to see the smile on his face.
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