It's almost midnight when I hear a knock on my bedroom door. This Thursday afternoon was very hot with my plan with Lionel. After he left, I had to get back into my books and work for a test scheduled for the next day. It was a bit complicated as the afternoon fuck had exhausted me, and I had difficulty concentrating! I obviously knew who was in front of my door, and it was not his habit to come to 'visit' me so late in the evening, especially since it was not a Thursday when his wife was gone for two days. . It was with an air of reproach that he introduced himself to me. Despite the precautions that I thought I had taken, Mr. Paul had seen me arrive with Lionel this afternoon, and his curiosity had pushed him to come and listen at the door...and he was not disappointed by the sound show, which left no doubt about the nature of the events! However, I was forbidden to bring anyone. So I was a little sheepish in front of him, and I had to make amends. At first, it was he who told me what to do in the moment. Tell in detail what we had done. Then, while my story was being told while he was sitting on my bed, with his pajama pants pulled down and his cock fully erect, he ordered me to get naked. I took pleasure in undressing in front of him, who, with his lustful gaze, already made me hard. Invited to get on my knees, I began a good blowjob, making sure to lavish him with all the pleasures I knew: lingering on his glans while swirling my tongue around it, licking the shaft along its entire length, playing with his purses with my tongue, and finally insert it with greed and suck it thoroughly. It didn't take long for him to cum, and I was forced to swallow it all, my head held firmly as I ejaculated. Wanting to make amends, I offered to fuck my ass as he wanted. I understood that I did not need to suggest it because it was, in any case, part of the treatment he intended to inflict on me. Punishments like these, I ask for more! Following his instructions I got back up and leaned over my desk, legs wide apart. I, who had dreamed of being taken by Lionel, still ended my day with anal sex! But I was careful not to tell him... He took me unceremoniously, with direct, deep penetration. He was not fooled by the fact that my washer must have benefited from expansion as penetration was so easy. I nevertheless added a little, knowing how sensitive he was to the fact that I felt a little violated. But my moans must have been discreet because we were not alone in the house, Madame was sleeping upstairs! He filed me for a long time. I felt he wanted to make the most of it. But he suddenly became aware that it had been almost half an hour since he left the marital bed, and he accelerated his pace to fill me with what he had left in his balls. Then he left very quickly without giving me the slightest glance. If I was already a little tired before his arrival, now I was completely exhausted! I fell asleep quickly, aware that I had just had a day of incredible sex. The next morning, unusually, Mr. Paul came to greet me as I was leaving. This approach was not neutral. He told me that he wanted me to bring Lionel back to him for our next fucking session on Thursday afternoon...when Madame would be gone for two days.What I had told him about Lionel's little ass had turned him on terribly and he only dreamed of one thing: to fuck us both. I told him that I had discussed the matter with him, and that after the moment when he was rather against such a plan, the description of our antics had finally aroused real interest. But nothing was decided, and I explained to him how complicated it had been to put together yesterday's plan. If a certain Jean-Pierre, whom I had the surprise and pleasure of knowing, could be there, then the prospect of a foursome, with two cocks to fuck us, would certainly be a decisive argument! I only met Lionel in the evening at the university restaurant. He had put on his tight white jean pants. It was very fashionable at the time and ...

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