Goddamn it, she thought, it always comes around to Tom. Tom this, Tom that, and Tom and his student-body slut! Well, it's time for me to get a few of my jollies, too, and the fucking hell with Tom! "Enough, stud," she panted, pulling her foot loose. "I came here to get fucked, and get fucked I will!"

"Anything you say, Joanne," the boy shrugged, and he offered her his hand. She let go of his dick, took him by the hands, and moved into position astraddle his prone body. It was a good position, and he could thrust deeply into her. She needed it deep, and she needed it hard, and she needed it fucky, but most of all, she needed it now! Something to wash from her mind the memory of what she'd heard today on the intercom. She wanted to fuck.

Joanne settled down upon him, just touching his genitals with her own for a moment. His stiff cock was standing up, rubbing the bun of her dark-furred, pussy. She reached down, cuddled him against her moist hungry flesh, and it felt good, really good. She could feel the throbbing in his dick, felt it hammering against her responsive, sensitive pussy bulge, and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensations. Tom wasn't the only one who could go out and fl find himself some sex, she thought proudly. She'd done it today, done it for the first time, and she hadn't done badly at all. The taste of Ronnie's sperm was still fresh and lingering in her mouth, and she pursed her lips, remembering the sweetness of that river of sticky juice spurting from his cock into her hungry gullet. As she did, she teased with her fingers the fat spongy bulge of knob at the crown of Ronnie's tool, and she felt little drops of wetness beginning to ooze from his slit. Not semen this time, only the pre-cum that, men secreted in their cocks when it might be necessary to juice a partner's snatch for some sweet fucking.