0 comments/ 16629 views/ 0 favorites Of Course By: john_stone789 Of course he had noticed her... The students had taken to finding a seat on the stairs of the lecture hall for the popular writing course. Although the lights were now dimming to accentuate a slide presentation, Aaron could see her. She was slumped back but listening intently. After seeing her walk in, he had been immediately smitten. She wasn't the kind that received attention from everyone. She seemed shy and her classic glasses and Talbot's cut white blouse gave her something of a scholarly look. She was a slender brunette with long hair hitting halfway down her back. Voluptuous she was not, but Aaron could almost feel her soft skin as he imagined tracing the curves of her small breasts and cupping the weight of her tight ass. He positioned himself directly across from her and was so captured that he spent the entire class period dreaming of what her voice sounded like, what her hair smelled like and of course what fantasies she might possess. Near the end of the class she must have felt his gaze and she began to scan the crowd. Although a bit shy himself, Aaron eagerly anticipated being caught. Staring directly at her, he rested his chin on his fist in a studious thinking pose with just a slight, but confident smile. In what seemed a thunderous flash, Cynthia discovered her admirer. Without recoil she stared strongly back into his eyes, trying to determine his intentions. Soon it was completely clear to her. He wanted what she wanted: touch and passion, to be wanted and desired. In a simple and deep word, she wanted sex. She was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of connection to the millions of years of her animal forerunners. The feeling surged inside her sending a warm and anxious sensation throughout her lower abdomen that rested in her upper thighs. When the class let out Aaron and Cynthia continued to stare wantonly, oblivious to the noisy shuffle of exits around them. She was in heat. Her period over for a week, she could feel the discharge signaling her ovulation, as it again began oozing into her black cotton panties, under her short, crimson skirt. As if he could smell the puddling of her encouraging fluids, Aaron rose, striding toward her as the final students left the lecture hall. Cynthia's reaction surprised her. Instinct taking over, she stood, grasped the back of a nearby seat, and while leaning forward, raised and presented her ass into the aisle. She then hung her head to await Aaron's arrival. His eminent approach made her gasp with a sudden awareness of her uncharacteristic invitation. Panic instantly yielded when Aaron cupped his hands under the lower curve of her ass and held her firmly. He neatly lifted her skirt and was overcome with the escaping aroma. Falling to his knees, he was as if on strings controlled from a catwalk above. His face shot forward and his nose plunged into her humid heat. His tongue darting, he began to taste the source of her call as it hung to the warm cotton. The finding of even this mild roadblock to her source, triggered in him a rapid reaction, and he slid the trim fabric down her legs, and then rushed again to her magnetic ambrosia. Both intoxicating and invigorating, the cocktail dribbled into his frantic mouth as he sucked and lapped. After minutes of furious attention, Cynthia felt her thighs frantically quivering, and she began irregular and breathe-taking jolts as her arousal was ratcheted higher. She now had to have him in her. She was at that deeply rich height when she needed to be filled and entered. Turning her head she managed to moan, "Fuck Me!" Hearing the guttural command, Aaron was torn away, acutely aware that he too needed to feel the grind of sex. As he struggled with his pants, Cynthia fully stepped out of her panties, spreading her shaking legs. Her sleek quarters were itching with anticipation. In a seamless movement Aaron drew his penis across her dripping labia and then slid his entire length inside. After a slight pause providing a luscious envelopment in her warmth, Aaron held Cynthia's hips firmly and began an intense and rhythmic internal massage. Each thrust ratcheted the intensity of her pleasure. She pushed back into his incoming penetrations, backing him up. She then placed one hand in front for balance and skillfully slid her free hand to her swollen clitoris. She circled it quickly, and then picking her favorite side began a dedicated titillation, tuning her strokes to twice the pace of Aaron's thrusts. With her head bobbing, her orgasm mounted, hovering near escape. Catching her off-guard, Aaron grabbed a fistful of her long hair and held tightly as if holding the reins of a wild mare. She at once bucked and a sea of warmth flushed through her, catching her up and pushing her to flight. Her flight so powerful, her release so drawn-out, she could only whimper irregular breathes as orgasm crashed around her. Aaron, as if grabbed by her wet center and jerked suddenly upward leaned back and grunted slowly as his blast shot through, sending his head arching skyward. Suddenly subdued Aaron placed his lips to the small of Cynthia's back. Wrapped his arms lovingly around her and helped her to her feet. Cynthia turned to face him and only then did they disconnect, causing the gush of their union to trickle down her leg. Wiping it away a bit she announced she looked forward to this new class. Without further verbal exchange and just before her exit, Cynthia reached down, picked up her wet panties and placed them in Aaron's hands. Of course she had noticed him... Of Course Of course she was wrong. Gloriously Claire was wrong and while she and six other men and women worked furiously to prove her wrong, Allison was on her back with a cock sliding in and out of her pussy while one woman, who was getting fucked doggie style, ran her tongue hungrily over her clit. Trying to get there, Allison looked at the bodies moving around her. Claire, her best friend was the one taking it doggie style as she worked Allison's clit, coming up for air only to ask, "Are you there yet?" All Allison could do was reply honestly, "I'm getting closer, just a little bit more I think." Glancing to the side she saw a woman sliding her mouth over a monstrous cock while she diddled with her own clit. The man with the cock had a strained look on his face as he lowered his mouth and began sucking one of Allison's nipples. On the other side of her a man was on his back with a large woman sliding up and down on his cock. Her juices poured down over his balls as the woman whispered, "Come on Allison, you can do it." She then closed her mouth over her Allison's other nipple and gently bit it. The pressure was on her and she didn't want to let her seven friends down, but wait, yes, yes, she screamed out, "Yes Claire, just like that, just like that." She felt it, yes really felt it now. "Please Claire, don't stop, keep doing that." Pleasure was building step by step, the tongue deliciously sliding over her clit just as Matt, or was it Jack? Just as he pushed his cock deep and wiggled his hips and then, oh god, oh god, Marie biting her nipple, yes, yes. She lifted her head and gazed down seeing a wet tongue slide over her left nipple as a woman's large mouth covered her nipple and she felt a light bite. Her clit seemed to quiver beneath Claire's expert tongue and yes, it was Matt, his huge cock glistening as he made one last thrust. "I'm coming," she screamed and let her head fall back onto the bed. As her pussy began to quake, squeezing Matt's cock and filling her with pleasure she heard the other voices, "Yes, yes now." "Oh god, yes." "I'm coming, I'm coming." Glancing around she saw seven other faces showing a combination of relief and intense pleasure as moans, spurting semen and sweat splashed across the room. It was Claire who took roll. "Matt?" "Of course," he answered. "Charlie?" "Didn't you feel it? Hell it's dripping out of you now." "Allison?" "Oh yes, thank you everyone, thank you, thank you." "Marie?" "Yes, and Mike here did too, I could feel it." Claire looked at Mike who nodded and then pulled Marie down on top of him burying his face in her huge breasts. Claire finished confirming the last few participants also came. "There you have it and once again I was wrong." "Of course you were wrong," Marie replied, rolling onto her back. "I wasn't sure there for a while. Allison, I though you never..." "I haven't, never before. That was my first..." Allison gasped. "You're first orgasm? And to think it was me who did it," Matt exclaimed. "Of course I knew I could do it." "What?" Marie cried out. "You weren't alone there stud." "Yeah, I think it was what I was doing to her nipple," Jack said. "Actually, when I really began to feel it all was when Claire began..." Allison started. "Look, to be honest, I think it was all of us. All eight of us working together to help Allison finally come. Of course besides her coming, we also did something wonderful... we experienced an eight-way simultaneous orgasm." "That's got to be a record," Marie replied. "Wait, I'll look it up," Charlie said, pulling his cock out of Claire and walking over to the computer. "Where you going to look it up? Guinness doesn't list that kind of stuff." "I'm Googling. Wait, wait... well there's nothing really about an eight way. There is some stuff about simultaneous orgasms but they make it all seem so, well, like it's luck or something. They don't mention anything about more than two people." "Well there it is, we set a record." "It's not a record until we record it," Mike said. "Record it?" "Yeah, it has to be documented," Mike replied. "Just how do we do that?" "Well, I do have a remote control video recorder with tripod." "Yeah, Mike's been dying to do some home made porn, I just won't let him," Claire replied. "Come on Claire, let's give it a go," Charlie kicked in. "Oh I don't know," she replied. "Let's do it hun," Mike urged. "Well, okay, we can record it, but there is no way we can do that again." "You think so?" "I'm sure of it." Of course she was wrong... again.