Gradually, I added pressure to the muscle.Soon, penetration was achieved. Slowly, gently, with determination, and a raging cock I began to push inside... her. For good measure I slapped her ass a few times. 'I want you, fuck me hard', she begged. As my movement grew more and more quick and aggressive, she moaned with pleasure. I reached around and felt her pussy. She was wet and swollen, I stroked her clit and inserted my thumb. I felt her shudder.I pounded the ass and rode her hard. She was a. But it was happening so fast, spiraling.While their tongues were in full melee, her ass slid back along the desk, knocking over a lamp and a few complimentary waters. She was reaching for the buttons of his Oxford when she found herself being turned around and bent over the worktop. Not exactly how she had pictured it in all her schoolgirl fantasies, so only natural that she would try to turn back—but he held her fast with one hand while the other was skillfully making preparations under her. Frank and John went to the door and found a curly blonde woman standing on the front porch. "I know who you think I am, Martha. But I'm not." Neither am I." Frank said. "I'm Frank. I left Martha in my body in bed. She's still crying, Susan." "I'm not Susan." The blonde woman said. "I'm Stacy Mathew." "Mom," John said, giving her a hug with tears puffing up his new eyes. "John, thank goodness I found you at least." Mrs. Mathew said with relief. "The news said something their calling The Great. I was good in math, and I had tutored enough jocks to have friends in cool places. Put it this way: no girls would fuck me, and no guys would fuck with me.It was a tradeoff, sure, but one I could live with.Anyway, as I say, I wasn't a geek, exactly, and I wasn't a jock. I was in pretty good shape, though. I had always loved running. I had even considered trying out for the track team, but there were too many guys faster or in better shape than I was who also wanted to be on the team.Gina was my.