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History Lecture

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History Lecture by FermatorToday, I want to dip my ass in warm milk," she thought. "And I want Brad Pitt to lick it all off." "I want him to lick me." A twinge of pleasure brought moisture to her jenny. She reached down to touch it through her jeans, pushing stiff denim against her clit. "Lick it all off, Brad, lick me off." She pulled and pushed her mouthy hole, and it warmed and filled and stretched and yawned beneath her jeans. On the door of the bathroom stall was written in black marker, "I love him and he loves my sister." "Hard luck, Missy," she thought, and undid her pants, sliding them down past her knees. She pulled her top up over her pretty patties, and undid her bra, caressing her soft mammies and giving herself two proud little pink erections. She heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and the sound of a person entering the womens room She sat quietly as the woman cleared her throat and took a stall next to hers. "Fine," she thought, "I dont mind." She put her hand on her bare jenny. The woman began to pee, and the whirring sound echoed through the restroom and soon she wanted to pee too. She relaxed and let herself pee, her fingers in the hot stream. She thought, "Touch my pee. Brad, hold me while I pee, touch my hole while I pee." The woman finished peeing, and so did she, dripping her last, and caressing her clit with wet fingers. The clean, childhood odor of her urine was soothing. The woman was wiping herself, pulling long banners of toilet paper from the roll. She pictured Brad Pitt in the stall with her, wearing only a T-shirt and a four oclock shadow, and smiling at her lovingly. She reached out and between his legs, running her fingers from his asshole to his balls, then cradling his whole sac in her cool, adolescent-soft hand. He inhaled sharply, and his semi-flaccid penis rose, growing taller with each of his heartbeats. She worked her clit up and down, sometimes in circles. The woman was now washing her hands. She knew that by now her messy self-poking was probably somewhat audible to the woman, and didnt carethe thought brought more happy pleasure from deep within her hips. The woman exited the bathroom. She imagined caressing Brads cock, now as firm as flesh can be, and that he moaned, and closed his eyes. A drop of wet had formed at the end of his thick penis; she pulled the moisture with her fingertip, down the underside of his stiff pleasure. He sighed and leaned toward her, steadying himself with a hand to the wall behind her. His sex inches from her face, she could smell his alkaline musk. Round and around her clit. She hoped nobody entered now. She could feel the first pull of inevitable orgasm grow inside her. With four fingers she massaged her whole jenny, and spread her knees apart. She took the end of Brads penisor her fingerinto her mouth. He groaned, more loudly this time. She kneaded her jenny furiously, moving her finger in and out ofher mouth. Oh, she was going to cum! So good! Wonderful heat in her pussy, hot-hot-hotter, she lifted her pelvis off the toilet seat, the back of her head pressing the wall behind her. Brads semen went everywhere, on her face, her tangerine tits, her lap (nevermind that his cock was supposed to be in her mouth!) and she came, she came good crying out, "Aah! Aah! Aaahhh!!" a little like how she had heard her roommate making noises one night through the door when she had not been notified that The Boyfriend would be over, and she didnt care, but masturbated and came and masturbated and came and masturbated and came, listening to her roommates cries of humping. The bathroom resounded with her ecstatic cumming noises. She hoped a boy passing the door had heard her orgasm, and would now need to find somewhere to toss himself off. She came for several moments longer, pulling the last spasms from her sopping jenny. She brought her ass back down on the slippery seat and enjoyed the rich warmth of the satisfaction she had just given herself, which spread through her, dissolving like honey in hot water. Brad Pitt was gone from her mind, it was just her in the stall, caressing herself from her pussy up to her belly and tits, feeling happy and peaceful with afterglow. When she was ready, she wiped her jenny carefully, mopped perspiration from her forehead, hitched up her pants, redid her bra, covering her now mottled-pink chest as she pulled down her snug top. She left the stall, washed her hands, and fixed her hair in the mirror. Her eyes were moist and her face appeared as if she had just risen from sleep. She smiled, thinking, "I can fuck myself better than any guy can fuck me." Returning to class, she reclaimed her seat in the lecture hall. It was easier to pay attention now.