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Avery

... and I was watching it repeatedly sink into her wet pussy. Noreen began pushing back into me with force so I increased the pressure in my thrusting. The slapping of her ass increased in both volume and frequency; her butt cheeks would ripple once with each slap. She reached back with one hand and began playing with her clit but had trouble pushing back with the loss of leverage against the wall. So I leaned down and took over her clitoral stimulation for her. She put her hand back on the wall and continued pushing back on my cock. I found my free hand slipping under her bra; pushing it up and off to expose one breast so I could play with it. Noreen’s pussy began to squeeze on my cock and, as soon as it did, my orgasm released like an explosion inside of her. I grabbed her by both hips and pushed myself inside of her as deep as I could go as my dick continued to convulse, sending more semen deep into her fertile womb. Noreen grabbed some paper towels off of the shelf and began to stand up straight. As she did, I let my dick slide out and it was a gooey mess. She cleaned herself off and I grabbed a few towels to do the same for myself. I noted that using paper towels to clean my dick was not the most comfortable thing in the world to say the least. But it would have to do for now. We got dressed quickly and peaked out the door to make sure no one saw us coming out of the cleaning closet. The coast looked clear, so we departed quickly; going our separate ways without a word ...

... between us. I gathered up my things and went to my next class. It wasn’t until I was in class that I realized how much I smelled like sex. I could tell that others around me could smell it as well, but no one actually said anything. Because the smell was so strong and I was having trouble concentrating, I skipped my last class for the day; I had the reading assignment and decided it would be more productive to get a shower and read the assignment at my place. By the time I was due at Noreen’s, I’d finished my reading and felt comfortable with the information, so I packed it up and went to her place. No sooner did I get there did we start our ‘project’. I was losing count of the number of times we’d had sex over the last three days and each time was getting better (although I dared not say so). She seemed to be enjoying it more and more as well, but I didn’t want to ask her for fear of ‘making things weird’. After unleashing another load inside of Noreen, she began doing her ‘bicycle’ exercises while I just lay there recovering when she had a question for me. “Would you mind staying over—just for tonight?” “What?” I asked a little surprised. “It’s just that I’m certain that I’m ovulating now and I want to get as many sessions in tonight as we can.” “Um, Sure; I guess that would be ok. That makes sense, too.” Noreen thanked me for going the ‘extra distance’ for her and transitioned from bicycle exercises to kicking her legs back and forth in the air like a swimmer’s kick. She was ...