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bed, even if he probably would have felt the same about any other naked woman.
    Well, this was her night. She didn’t know about Penthouse Letters,
never having sampled them, but she wasn’t going to let him spoil it now, since
she’d already thrown caution to the wind and slept with this complete stranger
she adored.
    Her hands simply went to his belt, which shut him up. She
opened the buckle and unsnapped his jeans. When she had his zipper down as well
and moved the boxers aside, his heavy, excited cock popped out at her, like
some crazy, sexy jack-in-the box.
    Deep-throating may have been giving her too much credit, but
she did know the fundamentals. Leaning down, she touched her mouth tentatively
to the head of his cock, feeling him move the curtain of hair that had come
down as she leaned over away so he could watch her.
    She took more of him, laving him with her tongue, one hand
coming to stroke his length, and she heard his quick, indrawn breath with
satisfaction. His fingers tangled in her hair now.
    “Do you know until I turned on the light,” he whispered, “I
didn’t even know what color your hair was?” He yanked at the roots of it a
little and she moaned at the sharp sensation. “Blonde. And I can see from all
those delicate tufts protecting your sweet pussy that it’s natural. A natural
blonde. How cute. Goldilocks. The real thing.”
    She bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock now, in
earnest, sucking, wanting to make him come, with her hands, her mouth, wanting
to see him and feel him lose control. She sucked hard and his ass squirmed on
the bed, involuntarily no doubt. Sliding her hands beneath him, she wrenched
his pants farther down to get those hard cheeks bared, noting with satisfaction
that he lifted his hips to accommodate her. Then she dug her nails in.
    “Fuck,” he moaned, pulling her mouth closer. “Now that is
nice.”
    His cock in her mouth, large, throbbing, was like a living
thing as she ran her tongue down the prominent veins and sucked the head, going
back and forth and up and down, his hard ass in her hands now.
    But except for the hitch in his voice and the occasional
clench of his fingers in her hair on the down stroke, he didn’t cede control.
Meanwhile, the hot, heavy feel of him between her lips, in her mouth, almost
had her coming again.
    She stopped for a second and looked up at him, saw he was
watching her with those intense green eyes. His cock glistened from her
attentions, standing straight up in the air, his balls heavy and tight. He
fisted his erection since she had let it go and said, “What? Tired already? I
expected better from a pro like you.”
    A pro?
    “I might not have fucked in a while, as you so sweetly got
me to share with you, but back in the day I could go for quite some time, and
honestly, I’ve had better.”
    She jumped out of the bed as if propelled. “You bastard!”
    Still fisting his cock, he laughed. “Get back here, you’re
not done.”
    “Fuck you!” She didn’t know why she was so hurt. What was
she to him anyway? A one-night stand to, as he had put it, break up his dry
spell.
    “If you insist. I’d rather do that anyway.” To her
astonishment, he reached for a condom from the night table and ripped one open.
Standing there as if frozen, she watched him slide it over that beautiful cock
and then hold his arms out to her. “Come here. Come on.”
    She hesitated. “Why are you being such a jerk?”
    “I told you. I am a jerk. But that doesn’t mean that we
can’t have a hot fuck. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
    “I…”
    “Come here,” he demanded.
    And like an idiot, she did. She climbed back onto the bed,
watching his slight smile. “You know, the whole time I taught, I never slept
with a student. Not once. But if anyone could’ve tempted me, it would’ve been
you. Look at you.” He reached a hand out to one heavy breast and weighed it in
his hand. “You’re just my type, all fresh and clean like the