The cock in my hand was smooth, and would be an OK fuck, but I knew the one behind me was a pleaser. Bumpy, veiney, a cock made to stimulate, and stim...ulating me it was! I broke the kiss, and gasped, "I'm gonna cum!" The cock in my hand got harder and began to pulse. I felt his cum on my legs and feet as he closed his eyes and grunted. I could hear myself grunting with him, but I couldn't stop. "Come on my cock little girl." Said the man in my cunt, "Come as I shoot you full of my spunk." He. It was in a quiet corner of the store and there was a small bench under a pool of light. I was alone. I began to pull books out and go through them. Some were very graphic and pictorial and some were very clinical and boring. I went for the graphic. I found myself reading about oral sex techniques. (My wife loves my tongue and I enjoy making her cum with it more than anything in the world. On several occasions over the years, she has flooded my mouth with copious fluid. The scent alone can make. She writhed, leaned back and said. "Momma said you were a gentlemen, that you ever told. That true?"I nodded and we traded some more spit as I peeled a thin strap off her shoulder and one cherry-tipped breast emerged. I sucked that tit and bit her gently, stretching it out.She moaned and wriggled. "Let's do it," she sighed. I was going to bone a sub-deb. It was hard to believe. She was a junior; I was a freshman. It did not happen."Here?" I asked, eagerly, feeling my arousal growing.She. I have to give someone an orgasm."I guess I should have explained what I meant, but I was driven, and I would not eat or sleep until I was confident that I had a composition to give my teacher an orgasm. So, I wrote it and I got an A+ on it, and oh, did it ever feel good thinking that I must have given her an orgasm with that big A+ written on the top of the composition.After she showed me the A+ mark, she asked. "Can I keep the composition?"Of course, I was estatic when she said that, and I.