December 17th, 2004 - 11:24 a.m.
It’s been five weeks of nonstop amazing fucking. You come over everyday after you’ve finished with work and I’m done with class, and if we’re not too tired (we never are) we take it slow and easy, or hard and rough. But we always make it so good. You know how to thrust into me just right, so that it always fills my need. You give it to me on the bed, across the floor, in the chair, across the two desks, and one very scandalous time in my hall’s shower room. Even if the other girls found out, I wouldn’t have been embarrassed, because any girl would happily impale herself on your thick cock. I knew that it would be perfect as soon as you held your hands to mine, as soon as you gave me that mischievous smile. I just knew, and I know other girls can as well. My female hallmates want to be with you, and I’m proud you’re with me. My male hallmates want to BE you, because if they were they’d probably be able to fuck as many of us as they could. But that’s not your style, is it? You look like that and you have that body, but you don’t have that mindset, and that’s what makes you hotter to me than any other male I’ve ever known.
You push me to do things that I’ve never done before, and even though I’m not inexperienced at 21 per se, I’m having a sexual awakening. You’re teaching me, and you’re so talented at it all. So talented that you make me want to please you, and do things for you I’ve never done before. Last night is an example of that, as I’m sure you can recall. . .
After work you came over with champagne for me. Such a nice gesture for me completing my exams, but I was so high on being done and so horny after waiting for your cock that we ripped off the foil, uncorked it, and drank from the bottle between sloppy open-mouthed kisses. I attacked you, I know, but you were my reward for doing well in my finals after a week of test-induced ‘sex’ile.
But you wanted it too because as I roughly unbuckled your belt I could already feel you straining against my wrist. You just looked down at me with intense dark eyes and we said nothing. . .
I am in full demanding mode for now, even though it always turns around in the end.
I get rid of the boxerbriefs you perfectly fill, and your hard and veined penis reaches towards me. I give one more sultry look into your eye and push you back on the bed. You’re still watching me with that smoldering look, and I growl in the back of my throat before bringing my head to your cock. My mouth is wet from the champagne and the anticipation, and as I swipe my tongue across the head it makes sloppy noises. You finally break your silence by making a shivering groan, and it spurs me to quickly take the entire length into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around, and bob up and down, and your shivering noises increase. I love that sound, and I can feel that I’m getting even wetter than I already was. You lean forward and grab my elbow to pull me up and kiss me passionately, then tug my top over my head, unhook my bra, and lay moist kisses across my large round breasts, and suck on the nipples hard as I my hand jerks up and down on you. We kiss once more and I sink back down to my knees and take you all the way with no warning. My lips and mouth worhsip your cock for several minutes as I slide my hand across your inner thighs and they twitch. I lightly stroke your warm balls with my fingertips, then follow that with my tongue as I pump your shaft up and down. My fingers travel further back and press against your ass, and this time you make a strangled noise. I discovered this two weeks ago and it always works. I grin up at you wickedly but your eyes have fastened shut.
“Fuck,” you say urgently.
“You like that?” I ask teasingly. You don’t reply, but I know that our roles have switched, and now I’m the one who will end up on my back. I never tire of how masculine, hard, and bigger-than-me you are. You have a foot over me and it turns me on just as much as your beautiful body and sex appeal. You push off the bed and get rid of your shirt, tie, undershirt and socks and shoes, then come at me fully nude with a raging hard-on.
“What’s this about,” you ask me sternly about my jeans. I am flushed and breathing hard and bite my lip in response. You kneel in front of me and shove your tongue into my mouth as you undo them and then lean back and help me shimmy out of them. I’m naked in front of you except for my underwear, and you reach your hand forward and stroke my clit through the moist fabric. It clings to me and you move your finger down, and then forward so that it sinks into me with a cotton shield. I arch my back, and you slip your finger inside the panties to stroke me more directly. Your eyes never leave mine, and you move with such deliberate strokes. You lean forward further to me and brace your right hand next to my side while you pull my underwear down to my knees. I kick them off the rest of the way, and then I reach up and we duel tongues. When you pull back you are watching my face once more, and you rotate your wrist so that your palm faces upwards. You start to grind the pad of your thumb against my clit in just the knowing way you do and you insert your pointer finger inside my slit. It’s soon joined by your middle finger, and you plunge them in and out while continuing those maddening circles with your thumb. Then you curve your fingers and start to press against my g-spot, and bear down even harder on my clit. I gasp and shudder, and you cover my mouth with yours to silence me. I spasm under your fingers; my legs are spread widely apart and an incredible pressure coils in my pussy. You drag your thumb down and replace your fingers with it in my cunt. You arch it backwards so I still feel that sweetly agonising pressure. Then you shock me by turning the tables. Your pointer finger strokes the opening of my ass, wetting it from my copious juices. I say your name but you only push it in a bit farther.
We’ve never gone to that territory on me, but I suppose it’s fair turnabout. And it feels so good and promising. The ache spreads to that internal area as well. Your finger creeps in to the knuckle and start moving in and out and loosening it. It stretches easily which surprises me, but I can’t recall every being in such a stage of continuous and overwhelming pleasure as I am now. My knees are quivering, but you add the middle finger to increase my torment.. I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on not screaming out loud for all my neighbors to hear.
I didn’t think it could get worse, but it does when you lower yourself back down and start tonguing my swollen clit.
After no more that ten seconds of your tongue on the base of my clit and your large thumb working my pussy while your two fingers push in and out of my ass, I am on the brink of one of the most shattering orgasms I’ve ever known. That’s when you stop.
“No!! Oh God what are you doing??” I shriek in a whisper, my entire lower half aching with desperation to find release. You don’t respond verbally but I get my answer when you prod at my craving hole with a cock that is iron hard and hot. You tease once more by taking a shallow stroke then retreating.
“What do you want me to do?” you ask.
“Fuck me, please. Fuck me so hard, right now!” I pant. You have never made me beg before, yet I have never been so desperate.
“You want me to fuck you?” you ask, taking a shallow stab again. This deprivation must be driving you insane as well, judging by the size and colour of your dick.
“I want you to go in as deep as you can. Just FUCK me NOW,” I tell you fervently, and all of a sudden you grab me behind me knees, lift them to my chest, and thrust at your waist deeply into me with a long and satisfied groan. You slightly swivel your hips before retreating, but you plunge in roughly once more and I hold onto you for dear life.
We fuck hard for a few minutes but we’re both too close to the edge and we want to prolong it, and so you change positions. You pull out and indicate that you want me from behind. I drop to my elbow and shove my ass in the air, wondering if you’ll finger my asshole like you did before. I’ve never wanted anyone to do that before, but your fingers can do whatever they please as far as I’m concerned.
You aren’t as fast now, we move together less feverishly, but I’m still feeling my g-spot’s sensitivity. You roll and pull on my clit, but then you grasp my ass with both hands and squeeze, then spank my right cheek. I press my face into the pillow and push my ass up even higher, totally abandoned. Then you fingers wander between the cheeks and find my ass once more. You don’t hesitate, you rub it with your thumb, then push it through my ring of muscles to squiggle it within my asshole as your other fingers are splayed across my cheek.
I can’t help it now, I let out a load and long moan, but I try to muffle it my turning my face into the bed. Encouraged, you start to work it in and out, and when it needs more lubrication, you spit on your finger and go back to work. Now I’m riding your thumb with no shame, and upon seeing this you drape yourself across my body and whisper wetly into my ear.
“YOU like that?”
I twist my head to let my tongue in your mouth give you the answer.
“More,” I breathe. All I know is the ache has relocated to a place I had never felt alive before, in an intense way, and your thumb wasn’t enough.
You pull out and I immediately miss your cock filling me, but you replace it with your fingers and move your mouth to tongue-fuck my ass. With anyone else I would have been repulsed, but since it is you and I know I’m clean, it just turns me on. You lean back and wiggle in your thumb a bit more, then plunge in two fingers that move easily in and out.
“You want more?” you ask me huskily, and I nod against the blankets.
Suddenly I feel your thick cock resting against the entrance of my ass, and your large hands stretch my cheeks wideley away from each other so that I can feel air against my virgin hole. Then you push in one inch and I bite my lip as my tight ass takes the thickness and grips at the swollen head of your cock. You stop and ask me if I’m okay, but I shove my ass backwards and impale you within my ass a little deeper. You clench your hands and seem to hold your breath, then push your hips a bit more forward. My muscles seems to suck your cock up then, and with one final long thrust that forcibly stretches the remaining distance of my ass out, I can feel your balls against my pussy. It hurts, but it is not the agony my friends had related. I was wet and wanting, and even though there was pain there, it fills me to the brim. You give several short strokes deep within me, and slowly my ass accomodates you and relaxes around your extremely stiff erection. I can feel your hardness within every square inch of me, and I wiggle my hips a little to encourage you to pull out and then plunge that fullness into me so that I can experience it again.
You lean away from me and you seem to be steeling yourself. My pussy it tight, but my ass is virgin.
“Does that feel good?” I ask you, and squeeze the rings of muscles in a fluttering motion around the base of the shaft. You reach your arm around my ribs under my breasts and lift me so that my back is tight against you, your cock still deeply imbedded up my ass.
“You always feel amazing but this is. . .” you trail off and latch onto my neck where I know there will be a hickey tomorrow. Then you pull back a little and start to move in fluid strokes in and out. Still, the friction is more pronounced as you hold me in tightly in place above and fuck me deeply below. I reach around and grab the backs of your thighs, and I can feel your muscles tense as you push and pull in and out of my asshole.
I moan and toss my head back to rest against your shoulder, while I arch my back to receive your length even more. You grab my right hand with yours and bring it below to make me touch myself, and you moan deeply and increase your thrusting up into me. Your left hand on my hip is also going to leave marks, but at this point I couldn’t care less. Your deft hand has replaced mine and you shove two finger up my pussy and move them in and out in rhythm with your cock while your thumb moves deliberately over my very aroused clit.
I make a noise I think sounds like crying, and even though I just want to callapse forward on the bed and let the sweetly agonising pleasure overwhelm me, you hold me tightly against you with your left hand and somehow maintain your rhythm even while I start writhing and twitching beneath you. Your breathing is heavy on my back as well, and I can hear you swallow as your plunging becomes a bit more erratic. We slide together, covered in sweat, and again you start pressing your fingers hard against my g-spot, all while a deep feeling of yearning is building in the flesh your cock is pounding far inside my ass.
I hope that no one in the rooms near mine in my dorm hall is home because I can’t control my noises at this point. I almost want to squirm away from your touch as the pleasure seems too much in every region of my pussy, clit, and ass, but you’re so much stronger than me and you won’t let me escape except through coming. It’s so close, and those deep and hard strokes you’re making with those low grunting noises are just bringing me closer and closer.
Suddenly you move your left arm around my rib while your right hand adds even more pressure to my g-spot. I choke out a cry at how badly I want it, but you’re right on the brink. I tighten my ring of muscles and bear down on the base of your cock once more as you pull out, and to my shock finds that this increases the intense feeling in there, and as you pull out again I squeeze once more, before you slam up into my ass roughly with a long low groan. Now a shudder races through your budy while you push your hips forward even farther, and I feel your cum spurting up into me. You breathe hard, covered in sweat against my back, and lay still for a moment, but your fingers still work furiously against me, and your cock is still filling and stretching out my ass all the way up into me. With one final burst of an erruption I spasm under the incedible power of my climax. In my pussy, in my ass, and in my clit the powerful and intense orgasm spreads all the way through my body, and they just keep coming and coming in waves. From deep within me it emanates, and when I squeeze all my muscles it prolonged and lengthens, until finally when it fades into small aftershocks, all I can do is collapse on the bed and gasp for breath. You fall down with me and cover me in your weight, both of us trying to recover our breathing. Your cock is softening now and slipping from my ass, and after laying on me, our wet skin pressed together, for a few moments, you go to the sink and moisten a paper towel to clean us up. The wetnesss on me almost feels too oversensitive in the wake of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever known, but you’re quickly done and you crawl over my body to kiss me deeply. We slide together as our tongues express our feelings and you lock my arms above me to get even closer to me. Finally we pull apart and you push the damp hair away from my face.
“Well,” you say, grinning at last.
I shake my head, speechless.
“Was it good for you too?”
I can’t believe you’re even asking me this since I clearly went wild, but I know that your male ego needs affirmation.
“Okay, well that was the first time anything has gone there!”
You smile and give me a small peck.
“But if you keep doing it like that, I hope it won’t be the last.”
I stroke your muscular, round ass. “Your body is amazing, that cock is amazing, and what you do with your fingers is. . .” I trail off and kiss him. “Is unbelievable. I’ve never come to hard, in my life. I can’t believe I’m even talking right now.”
“You’re so HOT,” he tells me fervently, leaning down to suck on one of my nipples. “I have a confession to make.”
“What?”
“I’ve never done that either,” he tells me, looking into my face.
“What?” I exclaim and smack him on the arm. “Liar!”
“No, I swear. I’m not going to lie I’ve been meaning to try it, and then last week you made it clear that it’s all fair game, didn’t you?”
I murmur a yes, falling a bit more into a post-coitus daze.
“And your arse was begging for it.”
“So you know what I want better than I do I guess.”
You slowly lower your wet mouth to my other nipple, and bite it lightly before sucking hard on it, so that it almost brings me the the threshold of pain.
“It was though,” I agree with a dirty giggle.
“And right now I know that you want it again.”
“Is that you, or me?” I ask lazily, raising an eyebrow.
“How about both,” you say with a cheeky grin, and after some time passes you nudge back into me, hard again, and we take it slow, and deep, and long. I don’t come as hard, but taking our time and thrusting together in the warmth of my bed is just as satisfying in a different way.
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