Just a quickie that I wrote will working on the next story in the Across the Ages series. Copyright the author.
"I should have started with the older ones," thought Molly, lying in her bed with her knees pulled back to her ears, approaching her third orgasm as her elderly math professor pounded into her arsehole. "They last a lot longer."
When things had opened up after the pandemic Molly was stuck for the summer, unable to travel back to to her home in the US from Canada. So she conceived the plan of fucking everybody in her dormitory, man or women, who was willing and able. She started with the boy in the room to her right. Her method was straightforward; she sunbathed naked on the balcony, waiting for him to come out onto his. When he did, she opened her legs wide and started playing with the forest of hair around her cunt, looking at him all the while. He got the hint and came around to knock on her door. They devoured each other with a year's worth of pent up lust, licking and sucking and swallowing and fucking. "So much come," she thought as he squirted on her ample tits, enhanced by pandemic weight gain.
Her next target was the girl on her left. The same method worked, and soon they were lying on her bed, boobs against bellies in a luscious 69, lapping at each other's pungent wet cunts, hairy from a year of neglect. Then she tried them both at the same time, riding the boy's cock while the girl sat in his face and they kissed and fondled each other's boobs.
And so it went, as sex spread like a virus through the dormitory. She had threesomes and foursome and moresomes, taking boys and toys in every hole, sucking cocks and sucking tongues and sticking her fingers everywhere they could go. She went to bed each night, or early in the morning, happily saturated in sweat and semen and secretions.
Sometime around midsummer she started looking for new territory. She noticed the math professor holding tutoring sessions in the cafeteria for students taking the summer calculus course. He had a mane of white hair and, as she was to discover, a big cock. She pulled out her old calculus textbook and got in line to ask him a question about a particularly difficult integral.
"This one you'll have to do using integration by parts," he said.
"Which parts and how will they integrate?" she asked sexily, thinking herself awfully clever.
He look flustered, but she had seen the post-pandemic hunger in his eyes, the way he admired her succulent breasts and exposed cleavage. So she decided to give up on the clever remarks and go for the direct approach.
"Would like to come up to my dorm room and fuck me?"
"Oh yes," he sighted. "I would. Very much. And very often."
With that they went to her room.
"Let's take this slowly, grandpa," she said, wanting to savor the transgressive difference in their ages.
