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It's Monday morning at school, and my dick is inside Miranda's sex, pumping as hard as I can into my co-worker, riding her for all the pleasure she's worth. When I ambushed her in the teacher's lounge, she clearly saw I wasn't about to take no for an answer. We hurriedly found an abandoned office (many teachers keep odd hours and, as T.A.s, we have keys to some of these empty offices to store our class materials). Professor Genevieve Clarke doesn't come in on Mondays, and it's a second floor office, so no chance of being interrupted or caught.

I have been riding Miranda for almost a full thirty minutes now. She is bent over the desk, almost on tiptoes. She is completely naked. I stripped her down to nothing the moment we were in the room, then I forced her down on my cock, which she generously stroked and sucked. My pants are now between my ankles, my shirt is open and I'm wishing - at this point, practically begging for a release. Miranda's having a hard time not moaning too hard, just in case someone passes by in the corridor.

"Are you gonna come...?" she manages to say as my thrusts continue.
"Fuck... I hope soon... my hips are killing me."
"Wanna change positions?"
"No."
"Wanna come in my mouth?"
"No... I want your pussy."

I want it. I crave it. There is no better sensation than the tightness of a vagina around my penis.

"...you can come anytime you want," she jokingly says.

She's already come several times, apparently, the perk of an uninterrupted penetration for such a long time. I want to, but my body won't comply.

"Fuck," I blurt out, frustrated.
"That's it, Jim... fuck me some more..."

I do, and eventually, the climax starts rising, so I apply the pressure. Again, Miranda lowers her head and bites on her lips to prevent herself from screaming.

"Doing it... doing it... aaah...."

It's warm and thick and plentiful, and it fills her up just the way I needed it to. Miranda beams with pleasure herself, obviously satisfied that I am now satisfying myself on her frame, my pale dick spurting its full load into her darker flesh. The action winds down, but I stay buried in her.

"oh wow..." she mumbles.

I feel relieved, but only partly. I am dominating her right now, using her body for my own selfish needs. I'm not done using her, even though her body can now take a break.

"So... Miranda..."
"Yes Jim?"
"...wanna be my girlfriend?"
"What? Don't you already have one?"
"...not anymore, apparently."

I don't want to tell her the whole story.

"Who dumped who?" she inquires.
"She dumped me. Over the weekend..."
"Weren't you in Seattle?"
"Yes."

I can see the sympathy in her face. It's funny to have this conversation with her while my dick is inside her. Her answer surprises me, although not in the way I imagined.

"...no. I can't be your girlfriend."
"Says the girl who wants to fuck me every Monday," I reply.
"Other days too! Tell you what: I'll be your fuck friend. Come on, pull out... and clean up after yourself."

I do just that, tossing the tissues in the wastebasket.

"Pick those up," Miranda tells me.
"Why?"
"Proof that we were here? Genevieve would throw a fit if she knew we used her office for this..."

She has a point. I take the folded tissues and stuff them in my pockets as I pull my pants up. Miranda is not getting dressed.

"Wanna talk about it?"
"...not sure. Look, why can't we be boyfriend-girlfriend, even if it's just for the sex?"
"Because we're not exclusive Jim, and I hope you realize that."
"You've got other partners," I state, acknowledging.
"Yeah!"

Her voice makes it seem matter-of-fact.

"I got several boys on the side, and you're among them. Hope that doesn't turn you off."
"Not... really. No."

To be fair, I shouldn't even be surprised by anything anymore.

"In Seattle," I suddenly blurt out, "I met an old flame, and we hooked up... and... it was weird because Sarah... told me to do it, to sleep with her - if I wanted to."
"Did you?"
"Want to? Yes. Sleep with her? Three times."
"Wow."
"Except that... I came back yesterday night, and half of Sarah's clothes and personal items were gone and..."
"...she left a note?"
"How do you know?"
"'Cause it's what I would do."

I look away. She presses on.

"What did the note say?"
"That we needed some time off... that things had gotten weird. That she wasn't sure how she felt about me anymore."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't even know if I am!"

I didn't even cry last night. I should have cried, at least, that's what my logic keeps telling me. Why didn't I cry? And why am I fucking another girl the exact next day? It's all very confusing.

"I know where she is. She told me in the letter."
"Where is she?"
"Back with her ex."
"Oh..."

She moves forward, gets down on her knees and starts playing with my penis, hoping to get me hard again.

"What are you doing?" I ask.
"What's it look like?"
"I'm good... really."
"I just want to give you a little something more."
"...okay."

I let her indulge in the favor she's giving me, enjoying it all the while, but I don't really get hard again. It's still a nice attention. Eventually, she pulls off.

"Nope. You're done."
"Sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry... you look like you needed more."
"Another time."

She stands up, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her naked body against mine. It feels comforting.

"Do you have plans for the weekend?" she asks, pulling away.
"No. Why?"
"Well, maybe you'd like to do something with me..."
"Sure."
"There's a catch though... it wouldn't be just you and me."

I think of all the times I've had sex with multiple partners and I'm not even the least bit offended.

"Cool. What is it?"
"Want the surprise?"
"...not really. Not after last night."

I almost laugh. She laughs along.

"All right. It's an orgy of sorts."
"Orgy?"
"Of sorts. It's not like a free-for-all kind of thing... You will get to fuck lots of pussies if you want to."
"Condoms?"
"Of course... you don't need to bring any. They're on the house."

Miranda finishes getting dressed.

"It was fun. Listen, Jim, you're really sweet and a great fuck so... anytime. You just call me. My... door is always open."

She kisses me gently before we proceed out of the office.

I spend the rest of the day living forward, my mind lost in the potential weekend, barely thinking of my own plight. It's not until I get home that I remember Sarah's not there, and she won't be arriving later. I sigh and make my way into the apartment. Why haven't I called her to set things straight, I tell myself.

I get in the hall and someone's already there.

"Hello Jim."

I look up and stare. Jennifer. I freeze.

"Well?"
"Jenn. Hi."

She stares me down. She's as gorgeous as ever, long dark hair, deep stare. She feels confident.

"Can I come in? We need to talk."
"If you say so..."

I'm in no mood for fighting. I open the door, let her in, then follow along. She heads straight for my living room. I drop my school supplies, lock the door, then catch up with her as she's turning on the television.

"Came here to watch television?"
"Nope. Came here to show you something..."

As Jennifer bends over to plug some kind of USB device on my television set, I examine her more thoroughly. Short skirt - nothing underneath. She's wearing a very breezy shirt, top three buttons undone, no bra underneath. She's in blue high heels that match the skirt. Using my system, she accesses the USB card and loads a video file. I'm almost afraid to ask what's on it. She turns the volume up and comes to sit beside me.

"What are you doing here?"
"I have three reasons for being here today, Jim, and none of them are an 'I told you so'... None of them, understood?"

She's won. Sarah is back with her. Why wouldn't she gloat?

"Now be quiet and watch the video."

It takes less than a minute for the action to get going. I stare at Jennifer, wondering why she brought this to me, wondering at her exact intent. As I'm about to say something, she puts a finger on my lips.

"Watch!"

My eyes return to the scene and its vivid details. It only takes a moment for me to get a hard-on, and I can see that Jennifer is staring both at the screen and at my crotch.

"Come on, Jim... whip it out. I know you want to..."
"Why are you here, Jennifer?"

I sound almost angry. She simply smiles and reaches down to my pants, starts undoing my zipper.

"It should be obvious..."

The sound of the video playing is as distracting as the images. I'm feeling powerless as Jennifer reaches into my pants, touches my privates, pulls them out into the open, and gently starts stroking them.

"That (pointing to the video) is reason number one and that (pointing to my erect penis) is reason number two."

Some kind of primal instinct takes over, and I push her towards the couch, fondling with my pants and underwear to take them off. Jennifer lets me take the lead, not that I realize it at that moment. She spreads her legs to give me better access. I have two fingers against her sex and I'm rubbing it, hard.

"Ah... Jim...."
"...gonna fuck you Jenn..."
"I certainly hope so."

I move my dick towards her sex and press on, but it doesn't instantly go in, so I start rubbing against it.

"Are you gonna do me like in the video?" she asks, a smile on her lips
"Shut up!" I reply.

It takes a bit more effort, but I eventually slide in and moan. She returns the sound to me as I start riding her. She pulls off her top, her dress wrapped like a belt around her waist, as I proceed to fuck her with intensity.

"Ah! yes... fuck..."

She grabs my head, pulls me down towards her face and locks lips with me. I embrace the initiative and we start trading tongues as I push myself deep inside her. The instant our faces pull away, she goads me on even further.

"Are you gonna do me like in the video?" she repeats.

I grab her throat and start squeezing, not enough to choke, enough to restrain air intake. She smiles with glee as I become forceful.

"You're doing this good, Jim... only one more thing.... oooh...."
"Fuck you..."
"Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck you too!"

She manages to stop me mid-motion, then pushes me outside of her. She flips to her front, raising her behind towards me so so we can change positions. I lean in to resume intercourse, but she stops me as my dick comes to rest at the entrance of her sex.

"No, Jim. Like in the video....."

I shouldn't, but Jennifer has me all riled up. I've only done it a few times, but at this point, I'm game. I bring my dick a little higher and aim for her anus. I should have some lubricant, but I'm already fairly wet from her pussy. It takes some effort for me to slide my dick inside her ass, but I manage it, and Jennifer tenses up.

"Aaahhh.... yes... my ass...."

She looks back at me.

"Don't you dare stop until you've filled my ass up..."

A dare is a dare. I go for broke, and Jennifer goads me on, pressing her buttocks against me as hard as possible, helping me with the motion. It has been many months since I have had the pleasure of feeling myself inside her, and I indulge in the overpowering sensation. She moans and pants as I ram it inside her, unabashedly having my way.

My eyes wander to the scene on the television. I see Sarah in exactly the same position as Jennifer, and I see Jennifer, armed with a strap-on, in exactly my position. She is assfucking Sarah - my Sarah - and I lose it. I reach down and apply pressure at the top of Jennifer's back, pinning her shoulders and face down on the couch, and I keep my motion steady and hard. On the television, Sarah is as vocal as Jennifer is, and I can't stand it anymore. The excitement, the madness, it's overpowering.

"Aaahhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....!"

The plethora of curse words ensues just as I climax, emptying all cylinders in Jennifer's welcoming ass. Jennifer moans through the cloth of my couch, visibly climaxing alongside me, or playing the part for my benefit. On the screen, Jennifer is still going and Sarah is shaking all over.

I collapse on top of Jennifer; my dick pops out of her behind and my fluids splash all over my couch. I'm panting out of exhaustion as much as confusion.

"...can't... can't..."

Jennifer manages to push me off of her, reaching down to the mess I just made, smiling. I roll onto my back, my dick sticking out, completely drained. I look at her with hate, but that feeling quickly subsides, replaced by apathy.

"That was some frustration, Jim..."

She pulls herself off my couch, as if nothing had happened. On the screen, the girls are still going at it. Jennifer cracks her neck and stares me down.

"Well, that was worth the trip..."
"...what?"
"Well, I got you to fuck me again, in the ass of all things, no protection."
"Shut up..."
"Oh no, Jim, I'm not shutting up."

She starts cleaning herself with my underwear.

"What do you want me to say?" I blurt out. "That you won?"
"Is that what you think? Is this a competition?"
"Isn't it? Sarah went back to you."
"And why is that, you moron? Why do you think?"
"How the hell should I know!"

Jennifer stares at me, bewildered.

"You really are a mess Jim, so let me tell you what I'm going to do, for you... that's right, for you."

I'm not moving. I'm waiting for her to finish and leave.

"Remember that movie you made us do, last March... that superhero thing?"
"Yeah."
"I loved it... being in front of camera... I loved it so much I have started doing porn, and it's great. And not just pussy rubbing dildo inserting stuff.... the whole foursome all holes contented type!"

She's practically laughing as she's talking.

"My point is, this movie (she points to the video that's now winding up) was made like the one we did back then. Not like modern."
"You and Sarah made porn together?"
"No. We made a sextape, for you. Well, I told Sarah it was for us but really, it was intended for you. We filmed it this morning. Look at her. I mean, look at her!"

Sarah is in the throes of ecstasy now, on her back, being rammed hard by Jennifer's dildo, back in her pussy apparently. It's a static frame so I know no one was holding the camera. To see Sarah being pleasured is truly a marvelous sight.

"I'm looking..."
"Not hard enough... I would give up everything for that girl. Everything! What would you?"
"...I..."
"You're messed up, and so is she, and it's partly my fault. We broke you, Jim."
"You... broke me?"
"Yes, we did..."

I'm not certain I understand what she's saying.

"Which brings me to my third reason for being here. I'm going to keep an eye on Sarah. I'm going to keep her close, keep her safe, keep her content and satisfied. But that's only gonna last for so long. You have an opportunity here, Jim."
"Opportunity?"
"Yes. To rediscover yourself. To... do whatever you need to do. Get it out of your system."

I stare at her. She's finished dressing back up and she's heading for the door, but she left the video file on my television screen.

"In the meantime, I'll keep her warm for you."

She walks out before I even have time to talk back, not that I have anything to say. I just want to sleep.