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Sexy co-eds getting slammed hard. 
 
 Lots of hot and heavy orgy action in this episode. Don't pass it up like you did in college. These tramps are here to get drunk, fuck, & make their families proud.
 
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| "Well, what did you expect?" Sam shook her head, wiry brown and gray curls whipping across her forehead in an untidy fluff as usual. She took another bite of apple, leaned back in her chair and propped her booted feet up on the edge of Drake's desk. "He's nineteen, he's gorgeous, and he's obviously scared to death of you, kiddo." "Why on earth would he be scared of me?" Drake asked, picking at the remains of a grilled chicken sandwich. "It's not like I threw him down on the bed and ravished him." "I know you, pretty boy. You drink, you get broody, then you get horny, and then you come on like a freight train. You probably had that poor kid tied up in knots faster than Columbella can clock a quarter mile." "Why do you always assume I made the first move?" Grabbing his bottle of water off the desk, Drake took a long drink. "As a matter of fact, he free big adult movies came to my room, not the other way around." "And then you bulldozed him," Sam said calmly, her eyes twinkling. "Listen, do yourself a favor; slide a nice little note under the door apologizing for your ungentlemanly conduct and inviting him out to dinner as an apology. Take him out someplace casual and comfortable, have a few beers, talk guy stuff. And at the end of the night- don't make a move." "That achieves what, exactly?" "It makes him want you more, you dolt!" Sam smirked knowledgeably as she dropped her feet to the floor and stood up. "How do you think my husband got me?" She did have a point, Drake acknowledged grudgingly. A casual dinner date with an unsatisfactory ending had all the potential for bringing the situation to a head. With a sigh of defeat, he waved her out the door and got back to paperwork. He thought over her suggestion as he filled out entry forms and booked breedings, his mind wandering the labyrinthine maze of the dating game. He wasn't used to playing the role of the suitor, and he admitted to himself that he had become far too accustomed to never being turned down. There was a tightness in his shoulders, a fine burning in his muscles, and he shoved himself away from his desk with a muttered oath. He needed something sweaty and physical to drive the nagging little voices out of his head, something to pull his mind out of his pants. He strode down the central aisle of the barn, pausing at the open doors to let his eyes adjust to the dazzling sunlight. "I'll get that, Sam!" he called, watching his wiry assistant back a flatbed truck loaded with hay towards the storage building. She raised an photographs amateur eyebrow at him but made no comment as he swung up onto the truck's bed and reached out to accept her offered gloves. The two gangly teenagers standing inside the barn exchanged puzzled looks as Sam eased back the last few feet and parked, clambering down from the cab. "Thanks," naked asians he said quietly. messy blowjob She chuckled, her eyes softening with maternal fondness and left him to wrestle with the prickly bales of sweet-smelling hay and his unwieldy conscience. "Just don't over do it," she scolded lightly. It had been a while since he'd done this- he had forgotten just how heavy each bale was. His muscles warmed and loosened under the combined warmth of the sun and the activity, falling into an easy rhythm. Heft, swing, throw. Heft, swing, throw. He paused to strip his shirt off over his head, and someone pressed a bottle of cold water into his hand. "Thanks," he grunted, turning to face Sam. The only problem was, it wasn't Sam. Adrian leaned against the bed of the truck, looking up at him with a slightly embarrassed flush. "Hi," he said softly, and quickly looked down. Drake dropped down to sit on the edge of the truck bed, long legs swinging as he lifted the water bottle again. His eyes never left Adrian's face as he gulped down the icy liquid. "Hi yourself," he said, setting the bottle off to the side finally. Adrian glanced up, giving him a quick smile, and shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry I interrupted your day." "It's not an interruption." Drake leaned back on his elbows, feeling the warmth beating on his skin, the cool glide of sweat down his spine. "The thing is, I was planning on coming to see you tonight." "Oh?" Confused grey eyes lifted to his, and Drake grinned. "I thought I'd invite you out for dinner. Go grab some beers, maybe a pizza, hang out. Take things slow." "You hardcore deepthroat were going to ask me out on a date." Adrian laughed a little, shaking his head disbelievingly. "After I flaked out on you last night?" "Yeah. Would that be a problem?" "No! No, that wouldn't be a problem," Adrian continued more calmly. "I'd really like that." "Good." Impulsively, Drake bent down and caught a handful of Adrian silky blond hair, tugging his head back. His lips touched Adrian's, brushing across them lightly, his tongue whispering out to taste the younger man's surprised gasp. He pulled back with a little smile and heaved himself to his feet. "I'll pick you up at seven," he called over his shoulder, reaching for the next bale, and leaving a bemused Adrian to wander back towards the house, his hand unconsciously exploring his still-tingling lips. From the barn came a gale of feminine laughter that Drake ignored. Adrian frowned at himself in front of the mirror, trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. The shirt was okay, plain white cotton, no logos or annoying silk screening, but from there everything looked wrong. His jeans were too tight, his shoes too shiny and new. "I look like some rube on a pin-up," he grumbled, ripping the shirt off over his head. A knock at the door turned him, and he glanced at the clock. Five-thirty, still too early for Drake to be showing up. It was probably his mother or one of his sisters. "Come in!" He turned away from the door to dive back into his closet, looking for something to wear. "Jesus. This place is a wreck." The deep soft voice directly behind him startled him, and he pitched forward into a pile of shoes. He turned over to find Drake standing over him, his amber eyes dancing with laughter and his hand offered. "Didn't mean to scare you," Drake chuckled. "No... I.. you're early!" Adrian reached up blindly, and found his hand engulfed in a sinewy grip. Drake pulled him to his feet in a rush, and he stumbled, falling against the other man's chest. Drake smelled like soap and clean cotton, and his shirt was faintly damp. His hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, leaving his face arrestingly clear and masculine. "I finished up early. Thought I'd come by and ask if it was okay to change our date to six." A slow smile curved Drake's mouth as he looked over Adrian's bare chest. "Although if you're going to parade around half-naked, I frog sex don't know that we'll make it out to dinner." Adrian made a sound suspiciously similar to a squeak and Drake laughed again. Leaning past the blond, he scooped a pair of faded jeans off the floor and tossed them to Adrian, grinning. "Get dressed, loverboy. It's just pizza and beer, not haute cuisine." He tucked his hands in his back pockets and strolled towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes," he called casually over his shoulder. Adrian merely nodded as Drake disappeared, falling back pregnant blowjob on the bed with the denim clutched to his chest. He still didn't know what to wear. "So then he says, in this really low, gravelly whisper-- 'You have such soulful eyes.' I guess he thought it was sexy, but the problem was, he sounded like a cow with a bad case of laryngitis!" Adrian snickered at the vivid mental teen anal picture Drake had been painting of his last date, cradling his beer in his hands. He'd feared that the evening would be awkward, full of uncomfortable silences and stuttered responses to half-hearted questions. It had turned out to be anything but; Drake kept him amused with a running banter about cars, boats, sports, and dating horror stories. The drive to the restaurant had been full of a spirited debate comparing V8's to Hemis for torque and the advantages of slip-deferential over all-wheel drive. "Why did you even go out with him in the first place?" he asked, trying to place Drake-- with his casual arrogance and innate confidence that only being born to wealth could give- cuddling up to some burly construction worker. The picture just didn't mesh. Drake laughed, rolling his eyes. "He was Sam- my assistant, Samantha? You haven't met her yet, have you?" At Adrian's small head shake, he shrugged. "You will. Anyway, he was Sam's cousin, and he was in town for the week. She was hoping we'd hit it off, I think." "Oh, the match-making type." Adrian made a face and popped amateur night pics a piece of pepperoni into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Yeah, my mom's like that. She keeps setting me up with all of these society debs- I'm sure you know the type?" "Unfortunately." Drake grimaced and signaled the waitress for another round of beers. "Don't get me wrong- I love women. They're fun, and sweet, and they smell good. I just don't..." he shrugged, settling back into the red leatherette of the bench. "I can't feel anything for them that I wouldn't feel for my mother, or a sister." "I like most women quite a bit more than my mother or my sisters," Adrian said dryly. "You have met them, correct?" "I sex amateur wasn't going to mention it," Drake retorted with easy amusement. "Seemed rude." "Rude is the last thing you have to worry about with me. My mom left my dad when I was five, for a guy who was richer and older. Then men sex she had the two girls- who are gold diggers in training, and then divorced him when she met your dad." "I figured it was something like that." Drake scooped a stray piece of melted cheese off his plate and licked it off his fingers, his face neutral. "But the old man can handle himself. You had a amateur hardcore good relationship with your dad?" "The best." Adrian's face lit up in a smile that held nothing but love, respect and admiration for the man. "He was always there for me, even though my mom tried to keep him out of it. He always made sure I had his phone number- all of them- and a calling card. Didn't matter what he was doing or what time it was, he'd drop everything. He took me camping, fishing, got me into sports." "He sounds great. I'd love to meet him sometime." "Oh, you'll love him. He's sexy asses a real down-to-earth guy. I think he'd appreciate your work ethic. What about your mom? She was beautiful, by the way. You look just like her." "I do, don't I?" Like Adrian, Drake's face fairly glowed with his emotions. "She was a lot like your dad. Always there, always loving, no matter what I chose. She got me started in the family business- she was old Kentucky money that had managed to not only hang on to the family fortune, but expand on it. She never gave a damn about it- she'd come in from the barn granny blowjobs filthy and sweating at six, take a shower, throw on a silk dress and be at a charity ball by nine. I adored every breath she took." "What happened?" At Drake's sudden scowl, Adrian lifted his hands. "I'm sorry, that was too personal." "No, not at all, I just always get so furious when I think about it. She was coming home from a friend's luncheon. No traffic, no weather problems, middle of a Wednesday afternoon. A drunk driver hit her head on, killed her instantly." "That's..." Adrian's voice trailed off, his eyes dimming. "That sucks, Drake. How old were you?" "Seventeen. It was the worst year of my life, free hardcore porn pictures but free hardcore picture I survived it. Managed to get through college and get a business degree while keeping a hand in at the place. Now I run her business, take care of her investments. I think she would be proud of what I've done over the last eight years." "I don't doubt that for a minute. From the way my mom goes on, you'd think that your old man was the brains of the business, but anyone who I've talked to always says you're the best breeder in the business. You like horses, obviously, and you know what works. There's good things expected out of your breeding program." "Listen to you! You know anything about it, or are you just parroting gossip?" "A little." Adrian paused to take a sip of his Coke and waggled his head free amateurs back and forth. "You can't really grow up in this part of Kentucky without picking up a little bit, and my dad is really into the racing papers. He doesn't bet much, but the numbers fascinate him. He's an accountant," he grinned. "Although he's been teaching high school math for the last ten years. He uses the racing form to teach his kids about averages and percentages and lets them make bets for candy on all the major stakes races." "That is incredibly cool," Drake admitted. "He sounds like the kind of teacher I would have loved to have when I was in school." "His kids adore him. He remarried a couple years ago, and I have twin half-sisters who are the most amazing kids ever. Here," Adrian dug into his wallet and pulled out pictures of two chubby, smiling little girls with shocks of bright red curls. "Anna and Bella. Cathy- that's my stepmom- says she must have still been on drugs when she named them." "Cute kids," Drake agreed. "They don't look anything like you." "Oh, so voyeur gratis I'm not cute?" Adrian grinned wickedly as he slid his wallet back into his pocket. "Cute?" Drake considered Adrian over the top of his beer bottle. "No, cute is definitely not what I would call you." "What then?" "Trouble," Drake said succinctly. "Pure, 24 karat trouble." He glanced at the bill and threw money on the table. "And on that amateur radio manuals note, I say we get out of here. I'll let you drive me home." Adrian smiled as Drake tossed him the keys. "It's funny porn it completely immature to say I wish you'd brought the Jag?" Adrian slid behind the wheel of the truck and adjusted the seat to accommodate his slightly shorter frame while Drake settled himself in the passenger seat. "Not- " Drake's reply was cut off as Adrian leaned over and covered his mouth with his own. Restrained by the seatbelt he'd just fastened he was helpless to do more than bring his hands up and hold on to Adrian's shoulders as the younger man stole his breath and pushed his pulse into a thunderous roar. Adrian broke away gently, his grey eyes wide and shining in the filtered light of the parking lot. Drake sighed, wanting nothing more than to rip off his seatbelt and tumble the boy back into the rear seat and drive them both to a finish. "I've been wanting to do that all night," Adrian admitted softly. With a quicksilver flash of a smile he settled himself back behind the wheel and reached for his seatbelt and the radio simultaneously. "Do you have any objection to hip-hop?" Helplessly, Drake lifted his hands, utterly confused and still aching with need. "Whatever you want, lover." |
