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“AAAAHHH…fuck yeah! Keep doing that! Please Jim, keep eating my ass like that!” I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. My tongue slid so far inside her my lips surrounded her anal opening. I remember thinking that her ass didn’t taste bad at all. I started plunging my tongue in and out of her asshole. Carol was loving it. “OHHHH…OHHH…OHHHMYGODDDD!” She came again almost instantly, her sphincter squeezing my tongue as she came. I could feel her rapid pulse on my tongue as she squeezed.

“We’re going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra virgin. That’s the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.

I had the worst crush on Mrs. B. It was in her class that I learned that I have a fatal weakness for redheads. I loved to watch her move through the room. She wore skirts and dresses that were too short for female students, but no one complained. It’s just who she was. She had lovely legs, no reason not to let the world see them. When she wore pants (they were just recently allowed), they were skintight, revealing a cute tight little ass. Tops were also tight, often with some cleavage showing between her pretty B-cup breasts.