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POUNDED IN THE BUTT
(Kim Hardwick)

I was on my knees, rubbing my vagina, slick and dripping sperm, over his muscular and lean abdomen.  I could feel his erect cock rubbing against my butt cheeks.  His cock needed to be inside me, now.  I leaned forward a bit and reached between my legs to grab his cock and guide it to my vagina.  I looked down and the sight of gland, ready to penetrate and stretch out my vagina again, was such a turn on.  I could feel my juices starting to leak out.  Soon, his cock would be covered with my love lubrication.  And hopefully not too long afterwards, his seed would provide needed lubrication inside me.



"Hmm, I love how tight your pussy feels.  Fucking you every day would be so awesome."  Keith was so cute when he talked like this.  Combined with his jack hammer pounding, I knew I was very close to having another orgasm.  A girl can get used to this loving very quickly.



Later that night, showering while my mistake was downstairs watching the 'idiot box', I relieved that hour with Keith.  I didn't masturbate only because Keith finally broke me; he broke me completely.  The thought of achieving an orgasm without him touching me suddenly became ludicrous.  Closing my eyes and letting the hot water wash away the sex was so relaxing.  And it would be repeated tomorrow; and the day after.  Until the time came when Keith would find another girl.  The thought made me sad, so I returned to how good it felt when he took me anally.



Mrs. Stein!  Mrs. Stein I need to see you after class.  Yo."  Jamal again.  Good old Jamal, persistent as always.  He stopped taking his cock out and masturbating but otherwise, he was as obnoxious as always.  Entitled little Jungle Bunny, I concluded; that's what he is and possibly always will be.  His only saving attribute was his large cock.  However, every time I imagined having fun with it, his immaturity and obnoxiousness turned me off.  He certainly wasn't anything like Keith.  

It was becoming more difficult to function effectively in class with my lover in it.  One of these days, after letting him use and abuse me with his wonderful body and cock, I would have to ask him how he turned up in my class.  He was no Hemingway, but neither was he illiterate (unlike certain entitled jungle bunnies I knew).  Why he was assigned to my class was a mystery I kept meaning to clear up.  It wasn't going to be today.  I had to let Keith know that our meeting would have to be cancelled.  A department wide meeting for all members was scheduled this afternoon.  Additionally, I couldn't keep putting Jamal off; I had to bite the bullet and see him today to discuss his failing grade.  God, how do you fail remedial English and get accepted to college?