Chapter 6
Ginnie had been waiting quietly, demurely and when Professor Drake stepped into the classroom on Monday morning she was ready. As his smiling eyes swept over the class in greeting, Ginnie calmly parted her thighs, letting the hem of her short shift slide neatly to her waist, nicely exposing a strand of bright red panty bulge. The torrid torreador was baiting the bull... and quite deliberately this time.
From her position in the front corner of the room, Ginnie's charms were unobstructed in their exposure and she felt a slight fluttering of nervous excitement as the handsome instructor's gaze finally fell on her. She set her face in a serene, yet sultry expression, as if to tell him that she knew exactly what she was doing.
To her surprise, Dale Drake did not flinch away from her eyes or sexy charms as he usually did. This time his eyes settled unblinkingly, appreciatively on her exposed crotch, giving Ginnie a charge of delight. His smile had hardly changed and when his eyes lifted to meet hers there was a clear, knowing light in them which pierced her scheming little soul to the quick. She supressed a shiver. So-it looked like two were ready to play the game today. Perhaps, thought Ginnie, it would be easier than she had imagined...
Turning his attention to the class (Ginnie wondered how many students had caught the subtle interplay) Drake went into some preparatory remarks for the day's class. They would be doing life model drawing and the model, a student, would be showing up shortly. He began explaining details of the assignment and, at that point, Ginnie stopped listening. Her thoughts instead drew back to the scene of a few days ago-the aftermath of her first dorm orgy. After the first round of fucking that evening, they had traded partners and fucked some more. Then, after a short rest, they had resumed fucking their original partner until they had fucked, sucked and spent themselves into an exhausted stupor. Ginnie's second time with John had been super groovy-she was really beginning to groove on his big bronze prong.' So strong, stiff and steady! John would fuck and fuck until he had given Ginnie five or six rapid fire climaxes-then he would shoot off himself, viscous and violent, the force of it spinning Ginnie off into orbit. Oh wow...
From what she had seen of Rick that day, he had been getting into some pretty uninhibited stuff with Dianne (causing Ginnie to wonder just what kind of experiences he had had in their months apart.) Dianne had been absolutely giddy with prick-glee and Ginnie guessed she hadn't had so much cunt fun in ages.
She had watched Dianne beg Rick for a suck (John had been eating her own hair pie at the time) and Ginnie had seen the light in the brunette's eyes as her boyfriend's big, slippery plunger slid into her mouth. Ginnie giggled, laughing partly at her own twinge of possessive jealousy. Rick still knew how to make 'em beg for it!
There had been added voyeuristic thrills after John had given her his second fuck. Finishing before Rick and Dianne, they had lain back; and watched the other couple work out. Rick had been humping it to her dog style, grinding his nuts into Dianne's tender little ass as she squealed like a stuck piglet. Ginnie had thrilled to the sight of her "old man's prick sliding in and out of another pussy. It was slick and shiny with froth as he skewered it in long, upthrusting cunt slide-giving Ginnie and John a real eyeful.
Dianne had flipped her cookies real quick with that kind of action. She had hpwled and shivered, as the tide of her throbby passion convulsed her body uncontrollably. She had looked almost funny, her face distorted, her mouth slobbering, her pelvis jerking wildly, her arms giving out as Rick held her up by the hips and kept it coming-kept it coming-and coming-he flashed; Ginnie a playful leer. Oooh, she thought, dog style was definitely right up her alley-they'd have to try it real soon!
So it had gone until after an hour's languishing and cat napping, they had regrouped on the rug, relaxed, thoroughly sated. They had smoked a little more pot and their conversation had floated aimlessly back and forth, lazily for a while until Ginnie had suddenly hit on it... the idea...
They had been talking about swapping among students, which had led naturally to talk about the professors and their rumored respective, not so respectable, sex lives. Ginnie had flushed suddenly... the idea. It seemed so natural, so obvious, and so completely possible to her. Yet the others had seemed doubtful, skeptical.
If, Ginnie proposed, so many of the students and so many of the faculty engaged in partner swapping, why couldn't the two groups get it together-close the generation gap with some righteous fucking. All agreed that the idea was definitely groovy-but perhaps a .little too far out.
"It's understood that everybody around here does their own thing-students and faculty alike," said Dianne, But the one thing that keep it all going is that... well, we sort of leave each other alone. You can't let them know that you know-if you dig what I mean. It's just not cool."
It occured to Ginnie then that the problem lay in the fact that few of them were on close enough terms with their professors. In light of that Dianne was certainly right. But at that moment, Ginnie also realized why, in the back of her mind, one factor made the whole thing plausible-Dale Drake...
She knew then that it was up to her. There was really no way yet she could convince the rest of them, even herself for that matter, so she let the idea drop-but, in the mean-time, she was determined to get things rolling on her own.
All that she had learned about Dale Drake, from her own little game with him and from what she had seen in the storage room that day, led her to believe that her scheme could indeed be worked out... But first she'd have to do a little working out of her own.
So quietly, to herself, she had made up her mind. The idea grew into a plan: taget-Dale Drake. And Ginnie was sure of herself...
... The professor had finished his brief spiel, adn the class began industriously setting up their easels. Ginnie watched Drake, her panties tingling and when the professor glanced her way, her knees parted obligingly. She smiled this time, coyly, and Drake met her smile with a grin of his own. His eyes again flashed boldly, directly into hers. Ginnie couldn't control a shiver this time, nor a slight blush and, when this prompted a broader grin from Drake. Ginnie began to wonder just who was the cat and who was the mouse...
One thing Dale Drake had learned lately about the cute co-eds of Pompeyo was that they weren't all as subtle as they fancied themselves. Since his tryist with Susan of a few weeks ago, a tryst which had since been twice repeated in the comfort of her apartment, Dale had been opening his eyes to a lot of things. Ginnie Rodgers was one of them.
With most chicks, he realized, flirting with the professor was a typical female ego trip. But with Ginnie it was something else again-with her, he guessed it was as much id as ego. And, when he walked into the classroom on Monday, that bright red panty snatch, that flaring, daring exposure verified his guess. She'd shown him enough of her panties that semester to have made him decide he would rather see them down around her ankles. He resolved he would___by the week's end at the latest___After all, there was his own ego trip to keep going____ Play it cool and direct, he had told himself, the chicks on tins scene were basically no damned different from those of any other he'd known. They were simply a little more perceptive of bullshit, a met, Dale decided, which could be used to his own advantage.
He handled the class that morning with half an eye on Ginnie. There was something bold, and very deliberate about her little panty play this morning and, in a short time, he was guessing mat Ginnie was playing for keeps. He would keep watching then, keep waiting.
He smiled to himself as he thought of his embarrassed, ineffectual bumbling of weeks past. Lately that had all been changing His rapport with the students had suddenly opened up to a whale new gnmihu^ friendly, relaxed. They came up to turn now more often, seeking ideas, inspiration, encouragement. And more often than not he got the same from them.
Other things had been hfT»"i"g He had begun painting again and his work was fresh, vital to him. His fellow faculty members had grown increasingly open to him, mrindmg him in their personal as well as professional conversations. And Laura, beautiful Laura, had suddenly become a warmer, sexier woman, opening herself up in a new and exciting way. Their dream of swapping, now a wmtn»l one, suddenly seemed within reach. He was beginning to learn. For the first time in long, painful months he felt he was really "in" on the Pompeyo scene.
And, as a result of aU this, he had finally begun to tune himself in to the sexy vibrations of Pompeyo's co-eds. Susan had taught him a lot on that score. So Ginnie's panty bait bad been all the go-signal he needed. It was time for the student to start practicing his knowledge____ The classmodel finally made his appearance, a tall, dark haired youth with a muscular build. In the back of the room, he stripped down to a pair of swim trunks, revealing his bronzed mnsrles to the excited eyes of the girls. At Dale's direction, the youth took a seat and a pose at the center of the room and the class garnered their easels around him and began drawing.
As with every class, Dale made the rounds, *»Hring to each student, making criticisms, HHP hlimfw Today, though, he was careful to choose his route-Ginnie laying at the end of it____ Naturally, the girl's drawings reflected a much higher degree of interest in the subject. Their renderings showed a much higher degree of imagination and vitality than those of their male classmates. Ginnie was no exception. By the time Dale got to her, her drawing was nearly completed. Dale noticed immediately the one area on which she seemed to be spending most of her time-the youth's loins, naturally. Dale grinned at the sight of the much belabored, much erased area of her easel and Ginnie caught the direction of his gaze. She flushed as he came up to her and Dale sensed immediately that he had the upper hand.
"That's not bad, Ginnie. Your sense of shape force has improved quite a bit," he said, keeping things academic for the moment. Ginnie was a fairly talented artist, though generally somewhat lazy.
"I-I seem to be having a little trouble with one area though as you can see, professor."
She looked at him with wide, innocent green eyes. She'd sacrificed a little of her coyness, but he guessed she was still leading him on. He eyed the thrust of her sharp titties in thethin frock and the projection of her smooth, tanned thighs from under its short hem. Dammit! she was sexy! How he'd love to get between those thighs and fuck her long, lissome body... she set off a burning deep in his guts, ahrd in his loins... His throat had gone dry and he cleared it, regaining his grip on himself.
"Well," he said, "I guess we all have our little artistic hangups, Ginnie."
He realized instantly that he had quite possibly over-reached himself-blown his hand. But Ginnie's quick reply told him that she wasn't fencing-she was following, quite ready to go along with his lead.
"Yes, professor," she replied, supressing a giggle, "But this one's not exactly hung little."
He laughed aloud and, as she joined him, he sensed the depth of her excitement. Her eyes flashed at him with a lively dancing gleam, daring, inviting... He kept it going...
"Well," he said, lowering his voice lest other students should tune in, "However it's hung, there's no need to inflate the thing out of proportion."
They chorused again in laughter, mutually titillated. Ginnie's representation of the youth's crotch bulge was indeed exagerated.
"Yes," Ginnie smiled coyly, "I guess you might say it's a bit of an... uh, artistic preocupation with me. But I prefer my models to be completely in the flesh-I have less problems then at it's much easier for me to relate to my work."
"I see," he said softly, eyeing her drawing, fully aware of her expectant eyes on him, "Well, perhaps we could discuss some of your artistic-problems further, this afternoon-after classes perhaps."
"Oh, professor-" she said, "I've been wanting to-" He met her eyes then and saw the simple, knowing affirmation there. Yes, they were saying. The game was pretty much over now and they both knew the score...
"You know my office hours... "
"Sure____"
"See you then... "
"Groovy, Professor... " Dale secured the motel room door behind him, then turned to face the luscious blonde who stood at the room's center.
"I've waited long enough for this Miss Hot-panties," he husked.
"Me too, Dale," Ginnie whispered, her eyes tilting with desire.
His arms came around her, his heart pounding wildly as her soft curves melted against him. He kissed her hungrily, winding his tongue salaciously into her mouth.
"Oh Golly... " she moaned, as their mouth's parted. "Oh do it to me... "
"Mmmm... " he replied, "Every way I know... " She hummed throatily as she hung tightly to him, her full breasts digging into his chest while his hands smoothed down over her back to cup her lush ovaled buttocks, pulling her tightly against his pelvis. Ginnie felt the bulge of his rigid penis, swelling and pressuring into her soft abdomen. Her excited brain was reeling around and around as her tongue swirled wantonly in her mouth. It was finally happening.
"Oh Holy shit!" she panted. "I can feel that big harcHcock of yours"
"Just wait till you see it honey," Dale breathed.
"Oh, Dale-oh, but I have-"
"You-you-have?"
In her wantoness, in the total grip of her lust fever it came bubbling out of her-Yes, she wanted to reveal everything, to degrade herself before this handsomt jphisticated man-To tell him, yes, she had seen his long, lovely penis and yes, she had coveted every inch of it, sitting in his class for all those weeks, her panties itching, burning, her cooze oozing only for that prick of his-that, yes, yes she was a whore and a slut and that she wanted to suck and fuck and suck and fuck and fuck and fuck and FUCK!!
"In-in the storage room-with the secretary-I saw you-I saw you fuck her," she confessed, her face flushed with passion, with shame.
"Why you-but how-" Dale caught himself on the verge of outrage. A smile replaced his expression of consternation. He laughed into her eyes then, reaching his hands down between her thighs and fingering her pussy through her sheer panty crotch. Ginnie nearly passed out from the sudden shivery shock of it.
"Oooh" she purred," Oooh-and I saw that nice long prick of yours to-ohh-"
"You hot little slut," he hissed, an amused edge to his voice, "You're fucking hotter than I even imagined-well, we'll see if I can't handle you!"
He grabbed her as her knees were about to buckle from his cunt tickling. He sank onto the motel room bed and pulled her on top of him, revelling in. the knowledge that this luscious body which for so long had taunted him, goaded him was now so completely at his disposal-finally, his-to do with as he pleased.
Ginnie lay upon him, wiggling her hips hungrily, kissing him hungrily, teasing her moist tongue into his mouth while she moaned and keened. There was something about sex with this man which took her far beyond any sensation she had ever had with Rick, John or any of their many other young studs who had fitted their cocks in her pussy.
Shit, Dale was thinking, as the blonde writhed atop him, what in the hell had he latched on to? A fucking nymphomaniac! She was really turning on!
His hands lifted the hem of her skirt and claimed her springy buttocks, quivering in her panties, finding them warm and fleshy beneath the silky nylon. Ginnie responded by spreading her legs over his so she could hunch her tingling loins against the rampant rod of flesh in his pants, trembling frantically atop him.
He felt the hollowed out curve of her thigh junction rocking furiously against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her pantied ass cheeks, pushing the material into the delightful cleft as she wriggled uncontrollably, gyrating the two lovely mounds erotically beneath his hands.
He turned her over on her side, returning his mouth to her eager lips, which he had sampled earlier, receiving a hot tongue-fluttering reception. He coasted his hand across the lovely mounds of he breasts, soft and bare beneath the frock. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, she trembled wildly.
He unzipped the frock from the back and pulled it down, groaning as the pink tipped cones of delight spilled quivering into view. He squeezed a beautiful handful of tit-flesh, molding, fondling as the tit peaks erected deliciously in his palm. Her tongue lashed her appreciation in his mouth, her lush hps smearing against him-Wow!, she loved it!
Ginnie slid a soft, velvety thigh over his, her hips pushing against his loins in an abandoned coital thrust. She shuddered lustily and he heard a deep, hungry moan in her throat. Her tongue drove deep in his mouth; her arms tightened. Dale sensed her urgency.
"How about a little panty fun, honey," he whispered.
"Oh, yes... do it!"
She rolled on her back and spread her legs, her frock now bunched uselessly between her breasts and lins. She arched her pussy up at Dale who leered hungrily at the delectable bulge straining through the sheer red fabric. He could see the jutting tip of her excited clit.
His hand slid up her thigh, teasingly, gauging the heat of her smooth flesh. Then his fingers boldly claimed the prize of her pantied puss bulge. He fingered her once more through the slick nylon as Ginnie ground her all into the bed. His finger found the groove of her vulva through the sheer fabric and Ginnie convulsed wildly when his fingertips suddenly began their play on her clit.
That little prick of hers was something else!, Dale thought as he rubbed through her panties. Ginnie was throwing her hips around in utter abandonment and Dale knew her fun-gun was ready to go off at any moment With a rapid friction, he honed her clit tip through the dewey fabric; and suddenly she was lurching and quailing with trembly ecstasy.
Dale's cock almost tore out of Ins pants as he felt the sweet, generous come shivers of her panty pleasure.
"Obh honey!" she cried, "Ohhh wow!"
She moaned and heaved fietcly while her body shook in long, shuddering spasms She jiggled and panted for long seconds.
"Man, you come quick, baby," Dale grinned as she sighed rapturously.
"Oh, there's lots more where that came from,** she breathed.
"Too know it, baby!** He decided to get her naked quickly and lifted the frock up her body. She lifted off the bed as he pulled it over her head, tearing only the sheer red briefs! She was a pretty picture lying there like that and Date drank her in; long blonde hair, toasted, fanned out on the blanket; sensual green eyes and mouth; weak and watery with lusting, wanting more; the slim delicate neck; the high set, lovely titties, their tips firm and pulsing; the slim waist and lovely soft belly, the panty-girded hips flaring in a luscious heart; shape, the inviting bulge of her pussy throbbing visibly beneath the sheer nylon; the long, smooth thighs and slender tapering valves-she seemed infinitely desirable____ He hooked his hands in her panty waistband, eager to do away with the piece de resistance.
"Wait, honey,** she said, "What about you?"
He paused, realizing he was still fully clothed-so completely had he lost hfrngrif in her delightful body.
Take your pants off, honey," she urged him, "Let's see that big prick of yours!"
He stripped off his shirt quickly then stood up beside the bed to step out of bis slacks. His prick was rampant, bulging massively, ominously in his jockey shorts as he stripped off his shoes and socks, carefully, teasingly, folding his slacks.
Ginnie sucked in her breath as he lifted his hands to the waistband of his shorts. He snapped the elastic against his belly.
"Sure you're ready now?** he joked.
"Oh please___,** she groaned. "I can't wait!"
He slid the shorts down his hips and his big prick shot into sight. Ginnie shuddered, her pussy twitching in her panties. What a beautiful shaft! Oh Wow!-eight dick inches of hard, snaking cockflesh, deliciously knobbed with long, thick veins bulging to the root.
Her eyes widened longingly, her brain dizzy as he knelt between her legs, beautifully lean and tanned, a lewd grin spread over his; handsome features as he took in her reaction. Her eyes travelled down his flat, muscular torso to the swollen penis standing out from the dense hair crop of his loins-His proud, lascivious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the smooth length, sliding the taut skin back and forth as the lust inflated head mushroomed with every lusty beat, his balls swaying gently between his strong, hairy thighs.
"Oh Shit... oh Dale," she choked, the words barely audible in her throat as she gazed spellbound at his wonderful endowments.
He rolled atop her, his prick cleaving up; between her thighs riding against her panty crotch as she hissed with the searing shcok of it.
"Fuck it into me, hon," she begged, "Don't keep me waiting any longer."
She rubbed her pantied belly against his knob, it,left a trail of prick juice on the red fabric. He cupped the cute juicy tips, teasing the smalL stiff nipples.
"Take* my panties off, Dale," she whispered excitingly.
"Yeah... yeah____"said Dale.
He peeled the sheer fabric down over her wide hips, stripping them off her long, gleaming thighs.
"Mmmm lovely," he murmured, as her pussy was bared.
The blonde fluffed delta delicacy, pink and puffy, pearly dewey with come juice was a luscious sight indeed. He knew he would taste it fully before they left this room-but right now his prick was too horny for it to be delayed...
He moved between her thighs and Ginnie arched her loins eagerly at his throbbing cockhead. It settled gently on her honey frailed cunt hps and a little gurgle of delight broke in her throat. He nestled, nudged and thrust...
"Ohhhh____" The long, hot slippery stroke of his slick shaft into her shivery softness rifted Ginnie's body nearly off the bed.
"Oh my____!"
Dale drew it out slowly, tantalizingly as he watched her writhe beneath him, her mouth forming a soundless scream her eyes rolling, with the ridge of his cockhead barely within the soft kiss of her cunt hps. Then he snapped it bone hard, piston quick as she shrieked with glee.
"Auugghh... " she cried, "Oh do it, do it, do it!"
"Tell me hon," he proddedm easing his prick back outwards, "Do what?"
"Fuck me-fast, hard-pleease, fuck me, Dale!"
He began his stroking in a sinuous rhythmic motion as she began to writhe and buck beneath him agressively. He liked the velvety, moist grip of her snug pussy, liked the way it squeezed and snapped at him with each loving stroke. He liked the way her firm titties rolled against his chest, the way her svelte thighs wound about his... liked everything about her luscious fuckable body, this delicious, esquisite young piece of nookie...
Her cunt began a hungry muscular squeezing along the full length of his plunging rod, her hard little nipples burrowing into his chest, her warm belly slapping, grinding against his while those thighs clamped and released at his hips as he worked his penis in and out of her juicy, streaming twat.
"Oh, baby-darling, oh yesss-like that," she murmured.
Her lovely blonde head began to toss from side to side as his aching cock soared up into her. Her hands, raking at his shoulders grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers, kissing his lips, sucking and nibbling at his tongue while her lower lips gripped and swabbed his driving cock.
She keened her satisfaction as he wedged his hands beneath her body to grip the soft round spheres of her ass cheeks and pulled her loins up tighter to him, fucking into her pinioned softness with as new unleashed fury. The viscious smacking of his heavy balls against her anus and the smooth dampening crevice between her buttocks mingled with the insistent squeak, squeak, squeak of the mattress.
Dale plunged harder and deeper, screwing his pelvis tighter into her soft loins, grinding the squirming flaccid flesh unmercifully. Then, surprisingly, she began to arch her hips up at him with equal fury, meeting his lunges with sudden upthrusts of her own, her eyes glazed passionately as she raised them both inches off the bed in cadence with her incessant moans beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his waist, working up and down in an obscene rhythm she could no longer seem to control.
Furiously, he hammered into her, hauling her tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping hole of her cunt to blossom open even further in reception to the deep tunneling of his pistoning penis.
"Oh, oh... oh Dale. I'm almost there," she cried "Harder, harder... oh... " She jammed her nibbling vagina tightly up against the thundering pulsating rod of flesh and Dale sensed the moment was at hand. He'd held back long enough-he was ready to let go...
The hot stream had already begin to charge forth thelength of his prick, his throbbing balls pumping spasmodically. He, she both felt it tense and then explode, the blood inflated head expanding and contracting, squirting and spurting his thick, hot load of sperm like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her frantically clasping vagina.
Ginnie screamed and wailed as he lifted her with him into, soaring, rocketing ecstasy. Bang! Bang! Bang! His cock pounded again and again, the hot semen racing the length of his rod, squirting far up into her quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in unending delight inside her while she ground her delicious crotch insanely against its buried depths, convulsing, spasming around him in complete and utter fulfillment...
"Golly," Dale murmured later, "That was something else. For a girl in her twenties... " He let the sentence go unfinished as he realized there was little correlation between age and response-It was probably himself, he supposed. The last time he had fucked a chick her age was in his own college days and then again, few of those girls were as sexually advanced as those of this generation.
"I'm not especially different from most girls my age though," said Ginnie, drowsily, as if reading his thoughts.
Dale leaned alongside her on the motel room bed, looking down on the magnificent length of her nudity. A tiny stream of semen and goodie juice dribbled from the golden delta of her loins. Gosh, but that was a sweet pussy. In a little while, he knew, he'd be ready for more...
"No-I don't suppose you are, all that much," he said, "But you really do turn on."
"Well, that's what it's all about isn't it," she smiled up at him.
She suddenly seemed to gain interest in the conversation, propping herself up on her elbow to face Dale, her deep blue eyes smiling provocatively into his.
"Tell me about yourself, Professor," she said, "How do you turn on? Ever tried pot?"
"Well," he hedged," I suppose a good drink does for me what grass does for you."
"Oh shit," she giggled, "Don't be such a square about it-ainyone knows that line is just bullshit."
"Yes," he admitted, "I suppose I would be curious to try it at one time or another-but I wouldn't make a vocation out of it as some people your age do."
"Oh really, -man!" Ginnie said, somewhat exasperated. "There you go with that "your age-my age" crap. I've told you before, Dale Drake, that's -the wrong way to think around Pompeyo.
"Yes," he admitted again, "And I suppose I've found you to be right."
"Say," she said, suddenly, "What about your wife anyway-you are married, I take it. Does she swing out as much as you?"
Dale blushed, not quite sure how to handle her question.
"No-I don't suppose either of us really swing. We-we____"
"In other words it's just that aid fidelity crap. You both cheat on each other and then don't telr-you just go around feeling guilty."
"Laura doesn't cheat on me."
"Ah-ha___how do you know?" Ginnie probed.
"I know because... ,she-she just doesn't have it in her."
"Male chauvinist!" Ginnie accused, laughingly. "Listen, Mr. Professor, every woman has it in her-it's biological if nothing else. Some just hate to keep it down more than others. And, as far as I can see, it's too bad when they do."
"Don't tell me you're a women's libber," Dale groaned.
"No, I'm not," she replied quickly, "And don't avoid the subject with that kind of bullshit. I simply think people should be free in their sexuality-not afraid of it, as too many women are."
That's ture, but Laura-"
"But nothing," she cut him short "You don't hesitate to cheat on her, yet, you expect her to be a good little housewife, which she probably is. Well, just what kind of shitty deal is that?"
"Listen, Ginnie," Dale replied, heating up, "I'm afraid you haven't quite got the whole story."
"Okay, okay... " she in tempted. "Sorry-that's not what I'm getting at AD I wanted to ask was, why don't you two swing together instead of sneaking off on the side?"
"You mean-swapping?"
"Yes... you must have heard by now. Most of the faculty around here is into it.".
"Yes, I've heard aU right, and I've thought about it too," he admitted, though with a trace of uncertainty. "The fact is that we may be trying it very soon, this weekend perhaps... "
"WeU, weU," said Ginnie, a curious smile lighting her face. "My apologies, professor. I must admit, you do learn rather quickly."
"WeU," Dale grinnned, "as you've told me in various ways, a good teacher never stops being a student."
"I must say," she murmured, reaching out to fondle his flaccid prick, "you certainly taught me a few things this afternoon."
Her stroking fingers soon resurrected his penis to a full erection.
"By the way," she cooed, "I really don't mind if you cheat on your wife."
"Why you little hypocrite," he grinned.
She flashed him a smile, tinted with her wicked hungry young sexuality. The pink bud of her tongue darted provocatively between the dainty white rows of her teeth. Dale sighed in joyful anticipation as her blonde head descended to his bobbing red shaft.
"Groovy," he said...