Ben And Jan Chapter 4

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For several days after Jan’s little “indiscretion,” Ben could hardly think of anything else. If his brain was not actively dealing with some task, his mind became filled with images of them together.One time she was on her back guiding his cock to her pussy lips, then grasping his glutes, urging his deep thrusts. Her calfs wrapped around his thighs, her feet on his calfs giving her leverage to rise up to meet his thrusts. Another, she was straddling his hips, reaching between her legs to grasp his huge cock as she settled down onto it. In his imagination she was the experienced controlling partner. The images were very vivid and he was obsessed with her imagined debauchery.And he wanted to talk about it. Dinner conversation inevitably turned to questions: Is his cock larger than mine? Yes, a little I guess. Did you cum many times? A few I think. I’m not sure how many, did you suck him? etc. Jan tried terse answers to discourage more questions but it didn’t work. She began to get annoyed.He asked how she and Ron were getting along bursa escort in the office; after all she said she wouldn’t see him again but she had to since she was typing his thesis.“Fine. No problem,” she answered.“You mean after he fucked you into a coma and snuck away, you didn’t discuss it again? I’m not buying that.” Ben persisted.“Well, yes, the first day back he tried to corner me in the bathroom. He wanted to bend me over the sink and fuck me right then. I told him it was not going to happen again because it upset you.”“How did he take that?”“He tried to sweet talk to me saying we didn’t have to tell you. When I convinced him that no means no he pouted like you men always do when you have been shot down.”“Can you still work together?”“Yes, but now he’s like a big puppy, following me around, never missing a chance to rub against me. But don’t worry, he won’t be around much longer. His thesis is nearly done and he has accepted a position at another school.”“It sounds as if you wouldn’t mind another fuck session with him if I was bursa escort bayan OK with it,” Ben murmured.Finally, one evening she said, “You really are stuck on me and Ron fucking. I’m beginning to think that you would like me to do it again. Would you?” Her hand touched his pants crotch. It was damp and bulging.Somewhat sheepishly, Ben admitted that he could think of nothing else. “I think I would like that; I can’t stop imagining it. Would you let me watch you?”“No, he wouldn’t,” she replied.“You already asked him? When was this?”“It came up when he was trying to get into my pants the first time. But I know he’s at home editing his final draft because he can’t use the library at night. Maybe I’ll drop over for a while. Would you like that?” She wasted no time getting to yes.“Will you tell me all about it when you get home?” Ben asked.“Every detail.” She went off to the bedroom to put on some sexy, slutty clothes. When she came out she asked, “Are you sure? Did you really mean it? I’m going to fuck him and love every minute escort bursa of it.”“Oh God, my cock is dripping just thinking about it. I’ll be waiting for you to get home.” She kissed him, squeezed his hard cock through his pants and left.At 10 o’clock he began to worry; she had left at six. So he texted her asking if everything was OK.After several minutes a reply came, “Things are fine. Don’t wait up.”Now his nervous excitement turned to dread. “Fuck, she’s going to spend the night with this guy,” he thought. Somehow that wasn’t how he imagined it happening. He thought they would fuck for, maybe an hour, then she would come home to him. He went to bed frustrated.It was 10 AM when she came in looking very much worse for the wear. Her clothes were in disarray, with no sign of undergarments. Ben couldn’t recall if she wore any when she left the night before. She allowed him to kiss her but said she needed to go to bed immediately and sleep.After she had been in bed for a couple of hours Ben couldn’t take the suspense. He took off his clothes and slipped in with her. She reeked of sex when he snuggled up to her in spoon position. When he tried to touch her pussy she pushed his hand away. “I’m too sore down there,” she whispered. “They wore me out.”

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