“I want him, Rob! I want his hard, virile, barely legal cock!” Her head had turned now. It must be obvious to Johnny that she was staring straight... at him, even with her shades on. Not that she cared anymore.“Are you suggesting I’m not virile?”“I want it!” She shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. “I want his hard cock and his…”There were no more words, just incoherent, rapturous noises as her eyes closed. Everything that could tighten tightened. Everything that could contract contracted. She. ---The next day, Chris got into an empty elevator. He pressed the 6th floor."Put your index finger on the analyzer so we can scan your finger print, please." A mechanical voice said. Chris put his finger on the analyzer and a light was emitted from it."Finger print scanned. Access granted." The voice said as the elevator rode up. Chris was kind of apprehensive. Was something wrong with him? Did he have a defect in him? Was he going to mutate? His thoughts were broken when the elevator, stopped,. But that didn't matter. I was so excited from witnessing it, I was getting off on them fucking her more than I was on tactile stimulation. I would have cum no matter how big and sloppy her pussy was. It was the most arousing sex I ever had.My wife knew it, too. Everytime I slipped my cock into the cavernous mire between her legs, she babbled on and on about their big, black dicks, She said it felt like having a baby when they were inside her together. She said her pussy had never been that full. Campus was still dead, being that we had Monday off after Thanksgiving break, but Carla and I had arranged to come back to school a night early to get some good fucking in before school started again. We were in the middle of our second coupling of the night when there was a knock on Carla's dorm room door. Carla stalled the knocker and I pulled on my sweat pants and shirt and sat on the bean bag chair. Carla answered the door and found Laney there crying. Laney was a young sophomore, she had.