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Authors: Louisa Bacio
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hold true for instructors.
A lot of the student experience came at the hands of the instructors themselves. Right now, what he would do to get his hands on a hot piece of ass like that Amanda. He could just imagine twining his fingers through her long dark hair and the feel of her lips against his.
Yes, he definitely needed to get out of his bed, and his room, and get some air. He pulled on a gray pair of sweat shorts, a plain black tee and some running shoes. Maybe a jog around the campus grounds would do him well. Plus, he could make sure that everything was safe and secure. Things had been quiet lately. Too quiet. He needed a break in the case.
* * * *
Intimate nooks and secluded spots lay hidden all over the school. It was as if the builders had designed it with late-night sexual rendezvous in mind. Why else tuck a comfortable bench with plush pillows in an alcove? Amanda and her cohorts had no trouble finding an isolated area, cast in the warm glow of a few floodlights.
The boys sat on the oversized red sofa, checking her out. Since the summer San Francisco night was unseasonably warm, she didn’t need to wear more than her short mini-skirt and fitted white sweater. She’d cast her bra off in the name of freedom and easy access before heading out.
Now she stood in control, holding the sex positions book. As she thumbed through the pages, she speculated about what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to see. Seeing Sam and Johnny sitting so close together on the settee – knee against knee, thigh just brushing each other’s bare thigh – gave her the needed inspiration.
“I want to watch both of you two together,” she said.
“What?” Sam said, bravado coming forward, “I thought we were coming out here to do you.”
“Maybe,” Amanda said, holding up the book so they could see the page she’d picked out. “But this position looks like it’d work well with two men, too, and thinking about the two of you – together – is making me hot.”
The image showed a woman, on her back, hanging slightly off the edge of a bed. Her legs were pulled up, bent at the knees, with the ankles hooked over her lover’s shoulders. You couldn’t tell from the angle of the photo, but one presumed that he had his cock buried deep inside of her. They were “On the Edge.”
“I’m up for it,” Johnny said, slipping his slender hand onto Sam’s thigh and giving a little squeeze.
Amanda was surprised when Sam didn’t say anything at all. He looked briefly at Johnny, and then at the hand on his leg, and released a guttural moan. Then he was on Johnny, hand tightly fisted behind his head, and kissing the smaller man with what looked like a whole lot of pent-up passion.
The sight of the two handsome male specimens going at it instantly got Amanda hot. The book of sexual inspiration dropped to the floor, and her hand found its way into her panties. Wetness seeped over her fingers.
Both Sam and Johnny shed their shorts, and Amanda sized the two men up. Although he was shorter and thinner than Sam, Johnny’s cock actually stood out: thicker and wider. Sam wrapped his palm around Johnny’s cock and pulled him closer on the cushioned bench, their tongues lashing and their breathing growing heavier.
Johnny ducked his head down and deep-throated Sam’s cock. With his eyes shut, he looked like he was lost in glorious pleasure. The muscles on Johnny’s golden-toned tight ass stood out as he sucked on Sam. Letting out another moan, Sam held the back of Johnny’s head, stroking the dark hair softly. His body quivered in the subdued lighting.
How far would they go? Amanda wondered. They didn’t have any sort of lubricant with them; they hadn’t thought that far ahead, but there’s definitely something to be said for saliva action, and the way Johnny was now spinning his tongue around the outside of Sam’s cock, he was doing a good job of slicking him up.
* * * *
The excursion started out at a brisk pace.
A lot of the student experience came at the hands of the instructors themselves. Right now, what he would do to get his hands on a hot piece of ass like that Amanda. He could just imagine twining his fingers through her long dark hair and the feel of her lips against his.
Yes, he definitely needed to get out of his bed, and his room, and get some air. He pulled on a gray pair of sweat shorts, a plain black tee and some running shoes. Maybe a jog around the campus grounds would do him well. Plus, he could make sure that everything was safe and secure. Things had been quiet lately. Too quiet. He needed a break in the case.
* * * *
Intimate nooks and secluded spots lay hidden all over the school. It was as if the builders had designed it with late-night sexual rendezvous in mind. Why else tuck a comfortable bench with plush pillows in an alcove? Amanda and her cohorts had no trouble finding an isolated area, cast in the warm glow of a few floodlights.
The boys sat on the oversized red sofa, checking her out. Since the summer San Francisco night was unseasonably warm, she didn’t need to wear more than her short mini-skirt and fitted white sweater. She’d cast her bra off in the name of freedom and easy access before heading out.
Now she stood in control, holding the sex positions book. As she thumbed through the pages, she speculated about what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to see. Seeing Sam and Johnny sitting so close together on the settee – knee against knee, thigh just brushing each other’s bare thigh – gave her the needed inspiration.
“I want to watch both of you two together,” she said.
“What?” Sam said, bravado coming forward, “I thought we were coming out here to do you.”
“Maybe,” Amanda said, holding up the book so they could see the page she’d picked out. “But this position looks like it’d work well with two men, too, and thinking about the two of you – together – is making me hot.”
The image showed a woman, on her back, hanging slightly off the edge of a bed. Her legs were pulled up, bent at the knees, with the ankles hooked over her lover’s shoulders. You couldn’t tell from the angle of the photo, but one presumed that he had his cock buried deep inside of her. They were “On the Edge.”
“I’m up for it,” Johnny said, slipping his slender hand onto Sam’s thigh and giving a little squeeze.
Amanda was surprised when Sam didn’t say anything at all. He looked briefly at Johnny, and then at the hand on his leg, and released a guttural moan. Then he was on Johnny, hand tightly fisted behind his head, and kissing the smaller man with what looked like a whole lot of pent-up passion.
The sight of the two handsome male specimens going at it instantly got Amanda hot. The book of sexual inspiration dropped to the floor, and her hand found its way into her panties. Wetness seeped over her fingers.
Both Sam and Johnny shed their shorts, and Amanda sized the two men up. Although he was shorter and thinner than Sam, Johnny’s cock actually stood out: thicker and wider. Sam wrapped his palm around Johnny’s cock and pulled him closer on the cushioned bench, their tongues lashing and their breathing growing heavier.
Johnny ducked his head down and deep-throated Sam’s cock. With his eyes shut, he looked like he was lost in glorious pleasure. The muscles on Johnny’s golden-toned tight ass stood out as he sucked on Sam. Letting out another moan, Sam held the back of Johnny’s head, stroking the dark hair softly. His body quivered in the subdued lighting.
How far would they go? Amanda wondered. They didn’t have any sort of lubricant with them; they hadn’t thought that far ahead, but there’s definitely something to be said for saliva action, and the way Johnny was now spinning his tongue around the outside of Sam’s cock, he was doing a good job of slicking him up.
* * * *
The excursion started out at a brisk pace.
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