O-R-G-A-S-M.
A six letter word. Margarette let the letters and the feel of the word roll back through her mind, and felt again advancing waves of lustful desperation taking her again... Matt..no.. Dan.. no.. whatever the fuck was his name.. was giving her his all! Poor little bastard.. she heard him moaning.. these college kids were so dramatic! Part of why she loved them...
Margarette, 32, lived on the top floor of a coed dormitory at the school for business in Los Angeles. It'd been exactly six weeks since her breakup with the last guy she swore she'd ever be serious about. He couldn't commit. He was in New York now, playing with pretty girls. She took the school job to cool off and collect herself.
And, as it turns out, to FUCK.
Her job was Partly manager, part counselor, and mostly that of maintaining an adult presence -in a building with levels of testosterone and estrogen per-capita than were unsafe by living standards! Working with her was Kylie, a 24 year old RA & confidant. Kylie was the one who turned her on to the 'perks' of her new living situation.
"Are you getting your fill of college boys? Who're you doing' this week?" posed Kylie one morning over breakfast.
Margarette had been with Leonard more than eight years, and faithful throughout... and celibate the last year... Once or twice, Margarette felt like a frustrated teen-ager, that first month in her master suite in the dorm. She'd heard Kylie come home late, then heard a muffled deeper voice with her. There'd been some passionate words, then Kylie's signature laugh.. and then the tell-tale creaking-thumping-rocking sounds. By her count, Kylie came twice, the stranger once, Margarette three times, her hand and sheets utterly soaked!
In her room, she turned sideways to reflection. Her old cammo-tank-top fit exceptionally well about the top.. excellent! Margarette flashed her smile, admiring her newly bobbed haircut, looking herself up and down. Her fitted jeans, almost too-tight top, lovely cut neckline.. these are, after all, more boys than men! Subtle goes without notice! Keys in hand, she exited to the all-resident meeting on the first floor. There were so many things to talk about.. supplies, fire-drills, mail delivery... she was deadly serious as she talked, but shot sidelong smiles now and again to onlookers in her audience. She loved every second of it, feeling their eyes on her body, her hips and cleavage demanding their attention. She imagined the 'boys' all naked and lined up in ranks for her choosing. She smiled devilishly to herself.
After the meeting, Margarette whispered in Kylie's ear, " Do you think my new look went over... well?"
"Um.. yeah. I bet half of these guys went back to their rooms to jizz... Take your pick, oh Queen of Thelan Hall!"
It was 2:35 in the afternoon, and Matt was late for Economics 212. In desperation, he squeezed more KY from a frantically torn packet... he was on his knees in the shared bathroom between his and his suitemate's. FUCK! His heart beat in his throat.. FUCK! She had looked at him.. she had been starring in to his eyes through the meeting.. Margarette, the new managing RA. He squeezed harder, felt the veins bulging from his cock.. so fucking tight.. so fucking hot.. goddamn it! He couldn't remember ever being so desperately turned on, so turned on that he'd been pumping himself for nearly 15 minutes -his balls were blue and drawn up tight.. how had she done this to him?? He was fucking late! That cammo top... her narrow waist.. bared hips.. goddamn, her RACK! Just hefty, is all.. pale perfectly rounded bulges..real as sin, bobbled as she walked, shifted to address them.. rounded patches of her nipples.. her sweet lips, her pink tongue... OOOOOHHH!!
Streamers of jizz sprayed up the door, the shower curtain, the sink... Matt panted and swallowed hard, wiping his forehead. A thick white string of cum dripping off his own chin!
