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Posted by: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
Chapter 4
"Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!!" cried Sarah, looking first at Hank, then at Alison,
then quickly at Hank again, then even more quickly at Sandy. Scrambling
wildly, she slid out from underneath her lesbian lick-sister like a
teenager about to shoot off without a rubber. "Fuck fuck fuck!!!" She was
naked as a jaybird; her panties were somewhere in a corner of the room
now, and she felt guiltily exposed to the entire world. Her fucking ex-
boyfriend was naked, she was naked, Sandy was naked, everybody was just
fucking naked, and it was all so fucking wrong! Her head was still
spinning from that sour crap that Sandy had made her drink out of her
canteen at the freshman mixer.
"Sarah, wait!" called Alison, still standing in the bathroom doorway.
She held a toothbrush clamped between the thumb and forefinger of her
waving hand, and the toothpaste coated the sides of her mouth and made her
voice funny and garbled. She dropped the toothbrush suddenly when the
bathtowel she was wearing promptly fell off. Her breasts fell out and
bobbed noticeably as she quickly stooped to catch the towel around herself
again.
The incredible blush, having started on her nose and slightly freckled
cheeks, spread like wildfire to the tops of those incredible boobs, Hank
noticed. His dick got even harder when she covered up again. Suddenly he
remembered where he was and clumsily tried to obscure his rager with both
hands.
Sarah was at the hallway door in a flash, having snatched her raincoat
off the floor near the couch and flung it over her body. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks and her eyes turned almost as red as Alison's
blush. What the hell was all this? She was getting a blow from HER
ROOMMATE, and her fucking ex-boyfriend was naked IN HER ROOM for no
apparent reason besides fucking her OTHER roommate! "God, what the hell am
I doing?!" she groaned, to no one but herself. She could have been
referring to her hasty egress as well as to the recent escapades; she
poked both arms though the coat, tits bouncing against her upper arms and
juices streaming down her legs faster than the tears coated her cheeks,
pushed open the door, and was gone down the hall.
All three of them heard the entryway door being shoved open and the
hurried but muffled footfalls (she hadn't bothered to grab any shoes)
leading off into the night.
"Oh, shit!" said Alison, a worried frown clouding her countenance.
She looked at Hank, who had this incredibly sheepish look on his face,
which sort of detracted from the total package. She felt a pulling
sensation inside her again, looking at his shoulders, his legs, his hips,
and his cupped hands and the halo of pubic hair around them. But the face
he had on definitely cooled her off. He knew. And he didn't feel too
great about it either right now.
Alison looked back at Sandy, who had sat up on the sofa and held the
knuckles of her right hand to her forehead, resting her elbow on the arm of
the couch. She was still brazenly naked, and although she had plainly
wiped Sarah's juices off her mouth, there was a faint sheen of sweat across
her breasts and neck, and her breathing was irregular. She looked up and
wrinkled her brow at Alison, who tied the towel more tightly around her
body.
"Shit is right, sister," said Sandy. A stupid, shit-eating grin came
across her face and she laughed lightly. "Aw, shit," she muttered,
smiling.
Snapping out of it, Hank grabbed his plaid boxers off the floor in
Sarah's room and whipped them on, almost falling over when his heel caught
on the crotch. He almost thought he heard threads tearing. He had to grab
his dick and try to squeeze the blood out of it a little before burying it
in the shorts; he had been so rock-hard that it would have flopped right
out for all to see, otherwise. He darted back into the main room. "I'll
go get her," he said, looking at Alison intently. He felt this incredible
pang of guilt, this post-orgasmic "you-did-it-and-you-weren't-supposed-to"
pang of guilt, which overwhelmed at least temporarily his arousal.
"No," replied Alison, walking quickly toward him. She passed him and
retreated into Sarah's room. "I'd better do it. God only knows what she'd
do to you. God only knows what she thinks of you right now." Alison
picked up a few articles of her own clothing off the floor and hastily
threw them on Sarah's bed. The towel came off, and she bent over to grab
her jeans.
Hank stole a look at her firm, ripe ass and the sides of her breasts,
which were the only parts showing. He looked away, back into the main
room, and Sandy rose from the couch and looked toward him.
"Look, don't worry about it. It's probably my fault anyway," said
Sandy, a wry smile on her face. She wrinkled her brow and smoothed back
her hair, completely oblivious, apparently, to the fact that she was
completely nude. As her arms moved up and back, Hank saw her breasts, 34-
B's definitely, slowly stretch from slightly sagging, to round, then pulled
up at the sides, and then sort of squared off in front of the armpits as
both arms leaned into a stretch behind her. Sandy shut her eyes and
crunched her eyebrows, and then she quickly opened her eyes widely and
looked straight at Hank.
The effect was mesmerizing. Her dark brown nipples, hard and erect in
the coolness of the main room, were unlike any Hank had ever seen before,
and it wasn't just the color. She kept her gorgeous eyes fixated on him as
she bent and picked up her shirt. Her breasts almost stayed completely
still, they were so firm and tight. In a simple, graceful move, Sandy
slipped the T-shirt over her head and pulled it down just past her cunt.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" asked Alison, returning from Sarah's
bedroom with the "Girl" shirt scrunched up in both hands over her head.
Hank caught one last glimpse of her bouncing breasts as she moved quickly
into the room again before "Girl" covered them up defiantly once again.
Her blush had faded, and now her eyes were tightened slightly in slits as
she looked at Sandy, as if trying to comprehend.
"Look, I just gave her a little booze at the mixer, we started dancing
in a big group, and she kissed me," said Sandy, closing her eyes tightly
while she said the words. When she opened them again, they were staring
straight at Alison. "It's weird, but she got all kooked-up on me, and she
just leaned in and planted a pretty good one right on my lips."
Alison looked at Hank. "Heck, it's been a while since we went out,"
he offered, shrugging. "Anything can happen in time. She never told me
about anything . . . like that." He shot a glance back toward Sandy and
grinned quickly, stupidly. "Hurm." Suddenly he felt really, really dumb.
"Well, whichever one it is --- pissed at you, pissed at me and him,"
sighed Alison, "I guess I'll find out soon enough." She grabbed a torn
jean jacket off a chair just inside her own bedroom and walked toward the
hallway. "Just tell the cops it's me if they find somebody at the bottom
of the lake with her eyes clawed out." With a crooked smile toward Hank
first and then Sandy, she left.
"Be good, Henry!" she cried from the stairwell, just before the door
to the hallway swung shut. Her voice carried with it a note of distinct
sarcasm, and Hank wondered how to take it, suddenly completely befuddled at
the whole situation.
He left his position at the entrance to Sarah's bedroom and slumped
into the couch, deep in thought. He wrinkled his nose and ran a hand
through his hair, staring out the window into the night. In front of him,
Sandy gracefully fished her pants off the floor and slipped them on,
buckling only the bottom of two belts on her slacks and leaving the fly
open.
"So who the hell are you, besides 'Henry'?" sniped Sandy in a tone
that seemed to him to be neither playful nor fully sarcastic. She brushed
her hair back with both hands again in the same manner as before, except
this time Hank wasn't watching. Just before she finished the motion he
suddenly remembered the image of her bountiful tits stretching and moving,
and he looked at her quickly with a sad, pleading, hopeful feeling.
Suddenly he felt isolated and alone and decidedly horny in a self-pitying
sort of way. He caught just the tail part of her motion, but he could
still see the outline of her right breast pushed tightly against the
slightly damp T-shirt, he could still see the outline of one divinely
engorged nipple.
"Yo. Romeo. Is there anything I should know about you, I said."
Sandy looked at him intently, bending over and holding her knees in front
of him. "Sarah know you, or something? You dated?"
"Yeah. Shit," replied Hank. He stared at his kneecaps and sank back
further into the couch. "We were pretty hot and heavy for-" A moment of
silence intervened. "We . . ." He frowned. "Well, we went out for a
while. I guess neither one of us really knew what we were doing. We kinda
fooled around a little bit, and we kinda fucked things up pretty good, I
guess."
"Did you get her drunk and did she kiss you and then- . . ?" Sandy
was grinning again. Her teeth were perfect. Hank felt the backs of his
own teeth with his tongue almost involuntarily, just after seeing hers.
They looked so smooth. Sandy pushed the hair out of her eyes again, but
this time only with one hand and while bending over. Her breasts hung
against the shirt, but Hank couldn't see down the neck. Her hair, done in
an assortment of narrow braids, clicked together at the ends where little
yellow clasps kept the thin braids from falling out. The sound was
soothing somehow.
"I think we were both each other's firsts," replied Hank. "But no, I
don't think I got her drunk that time." He smiled. "That came later, when
I was debating whether or not to try and get her back. I don't think she
holds alcohol too well. She just got really silly after a while."
"So she was in love with you?" Sandy straightened herself out and sat
down at the other end of the couch, reclining against the arm and looking
right at him.
"I dunno. Maybe." Hank scratched himself through his boxers. He had
sank deep enough into the sofa that his bare skin didn't feel too cold in
the now-chilly room.
"You said it was her first time," said Sandy in a low voice. "Doesn't
everyone love the first one?"
"I guess," replied Hank. He was starting to feel a little more
relaxed now. Out of the back of his active memory he pulled out a few
fleeting glimpses of naked Sarah, lounging on top of a letter jacket in
that back seat of the Taurus. Damn, that was a good car. And Sarah was
great fun, even if it was difficult and weird the first time. He
remembered the look on her face. It was like utter exhaustion combined
with flaming intensity. He remembered the depth of her breathing, how she
filled her lungs and emptied them like they were only good for a little
while longer and she wanted to get her money's worth out of them. Hank
remembered her flattened breasts, his fingers sliding over the chilled
flesh as he knelt on the floorboard and planted slow kisses all over her
face and neck and chest.
"Didn't YOU love your first one?" Sandy slid nearer to him.
"Yes," said Hank in a whisper after a long pause. Sarah was moaning
underneath him, pulling his face closer to kiss his lips.
"Remember how it felt?" Her right hand was on his knee.
Suddenly the spell was broken and Hank turned his head suddenly toward
Sandy. "Yeah," he said. "I remember all of it." He gazed quizzically at
her; his peter had started a slight climb with the memories, but he was
feeling very ill-at-ease. There was something about Sandy that really put
him on edge.
"Memories are the best things, you know," whispered Sandy. "You have
them forever. That's why you have to make them GOOD memories. And that's
why you have to really have to WORK to make them good memories." She
glanced all around his face, her eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth,
and then to his hair, and then back to his eyes, shifting between them
rapidly.
Suddenly Hank felt his stomach turn inside out, and the blood rushed
out of his thighs. He could feel his penis swell uncontrollably, and it
poked the front of his boxers. With one quick motion he shoved it back
down between his legs before it burst out through the whiz-hole. He should
have put on his jeans.
"Baby," sighed Sandy, furrowing her brow teasingly, "have you got
yourself all hot and bothered?" She smiled warmly and looked down at his
crotch, then back up at his face.
"Don't make fun," grumbled Hank, crossing his arms in front of him and
turning away. His dick wanted to jump out and proclaim its ardent lust for
Sandy and her tight boobs, beautiful teeth, and enchanting eyes, but he
knew she was just playing around with him.
"Hey now," cried Sandy, giving his leg a little shove and withdrawing
her hand. "What, do you think I'm a lesbian? You think I don't like
guys?"
Hank paused, his mouth open. She didn't let him interject.
"Look," she scolded, rising. "Just 'cause I like girls too doesn't
mean I don't like dicks, asshole!" She glared at him reprovingly, then
straightened her back and looked down at him with a closed-lip smile. "I
think you need convincing."
Things began to move in the same kind of slow-motion that occurs
whenever adrenaline rushes to your brain before an argument or a fight, or
in the midst of a nasty accident that you see happening just before you
can't possibly stop it. Hank's brow began to tremble as he looked up
toward Sandy. She pulled her hair back from her head just as she had done
twice before, and his eyes fell to her chest. Minutes passed, it seemed.
Her breasts rose and stretched through the fabric, and Hank looked back at
her face, which maintained the closed-lip smile, but he saw a sparkle in
her eyes. She held her arms above her head for an infinity and took a deep
breath, letting it sigh out of her lungs. She pursed her lips, and their
fullness, already shocking, was enhanced even more. He wanted to kiss
those lips so badly, wanted to feel them kissing him, lingering over his
face, his neck, his chest, his belly, his penis.
"Take it off. I want to see how much you want this," said Sandy,
still stretching her arms back behind her head, as she glanced toward his
crotch and then back up to his face. She shook her head and her hair
clacked together entrancingly.
Hank swallowed incredibly hard and grabbed his shorts, working them
quickly off his hips and down to the ground. His mouth dry, he looked down
at his groin and saw his dick beating slowly to the rhythym of his heart,
rising quickly into the air. He looked back at her and felt like he had
lost his power of speech, the muscles in his face still quivering in
heightened arousal. He hadn't even felt this turned on with Alison!
Sandy winked at him, smiled a wide, toothy smile, and pulled the T-
shirt up and over her head. As the fabric left her body, it clung to her
breasts and pulled them quickly up, and they snapped back into place like
rubber chew-toys and jiggled slightly. Hank felt saliva reenter his mouth
and control return to his face, and he breathed deeply and let it out in
pants. Somehow having seen them confined beneath the shirt, Hank
appreciated her breasts a great deal more now, as Sandy grinned and
stretched her arms for him again. They were perfectly shaped for her body,
not too big or too small, and the graceful lines describing the slopes of
the undersides of her breasts back to her armpits were exquisitely formed.
While stretching, she suddenly leaned forward and almost hit him right
in the face with her chest, bringing her arms back around and taking his
head in boths hands. She growled in his left ear and bit it almost too
hard, and he sat up away from the back of the couch, pushing her up with
him. Her knees came around on either side of his hips, and his hands
encircled her body and rubbed the flesh on her back. His fingers fanned
out and stroked her warm, supple skin, feeling the ridges of her spine and
following the upside-down ledges of her shoulder blades down and around to
the spaces just behind and to the side of her tits. Her tongue splashed
all over his ear, and her hot breath lit him up. Hank slid his hands,
thumbs first, to her chest and enclosed both breasts in his fingers. His
thumbs and second fingers squeezed and pinched her nipples, floating over
the tight, hard flesh and then retreating to the skin around the areolae.
Her pants-covered crotch rubbed back and forth against his dick, which
had by now filled up completely and stood at attention. She crushed and
mashed his lusty tool, first pushing it back against his belly, then
forward and down to his thighs. Sandy's lips found his, and she bit his
lower lip and pulled it slightly away from his jaw. Hank's hand left her
boobs and slid down to her butt, where he felt the pocket ridges and seams
catch at his fingernails. He slammed her ass harder onto his crotch with
each rocking motion she made, intensifying the brutal treatment his willing
member was receiving. It was getting beat up, and he fucking loved it.
Sandy slipped down to his neck and sucked and bit until Hank felt the blood
rush in hot, itching torrents to the spot where she labored. Her hot
breath smoked over his skin, and he felt delirious with lust.
Sandy slipped her knees back and down to the floor, and she grabbed
his penis in both hands, stroking it between her palms. Hank groaned and
Sandy bent forward, slipping his dick between her breasts and pressing it
into her modest cleavage, angled up so that the sensitive underside was
rubbing against her skin the most. She paused and held his peter
motionless, staring at him with her mouth slightly open and her breathing
deep but regular.
"Ahh," cried Hank, shivering in delight and at the sudden coolness he
was experiencing in her absence. He felt his penis throb, and a small
stream of spunk pushed out the end and ran down.
"Got a condom?" asked Sandy. She began to rub his dick with one hand
while keeping it flat against her chest with the other. He looked down at
her and swore that her breasts had swollen by a little amount; when she
rubbed him, they swayed back and forth as if they were heavier, filled with
blood. He was mesmerized by their motion and had to concentrate when he
suddenly felt an internal pulling in his dick. With relief, he headed off
the ejaculation and sighed. Suddenly he remembered the question.
"Fuck!" he said, blowing air in exasperation. "I don't carry one
with me." He felt the blood stagnate and begin slowly to leave his penis.
"Damn it. Of course YOU'RE not on the pill."
"Nope," she replied. She looked down and felt the rigidity of his
shaft lessen slightly; it bent further back as she hugged it to her chest.
"Hey hey hey, baby," she sang, pulling her eyebrows up and together.
"Don't you go anywhere on me. I thought for sure Ali'd have given you an
extra."
"Huh?"
"She's got some fucking condoms, Hank! Didn't you use one before?"
"Oh." Suddenly his mind was racing. "Wait, she TOLD me she was on
the pill!"
"Maybe. I don't know anything about it." Sandy let Hank's penis fall
and got up, breasts swaying ever so slightly. "All's I know is that she
had a whole box of 'em right in her closet, and she told me about 'em, in
case I ever needed one or something. I kinda thought she was bragging. I
guess not."
Hank heard her rummaging through Alison's closet. His dick, while
still thick, had dwindled in size a little. His thought made it shrink up
even more. "What the hell am I doing?" he muttered to himself. "Christ."
He stood up and stared at the floor in front of Sarah's room, standing in
front of the couch. "God, this is ridiculous."
Returning from the room with a foil square in one hand, Sandy saw the
look on his face. She decided to ignore it, instead circling around behind
him and insinuating both arms under his. She traced circles on his chest
with one edge of the condom and slowly rubbed her breasts against his back.
"I got one. We're OK," she mewed in his ear. Shaking her head back, her
locks clacked together again.
Hank was filled with conflicting thoughts. He had suddenly felt so
base, so completely filthy. What if Alison really WASN'T on the fucking
pill, anyway? Jesus, he just fucked her. Just fucked her. And then Sarah
walked in, and then it all went straight to hell. And now, Sandy. And-
"What do I have to do, beg?" whispered Sandy, sensing some indecision.
Hank felt the points of her nipples pressing into his back. He felt the
exact spots of the contact, and she began to run her fingernails up and
down his chest, down all the way to his crotch and back up again. He
closed his eyes and tried to control his thoughts. His hands slowly met
hers and covered them on their circulating paths around his body.
Her right hand stole down to his balls and cupped them, and the
tingling spread from his groin all the way up his spine and burst into his
head, eliciting a shiver. Sandy's left hand joined her right and curled
around his expanding penis, slowly jacking up and down on the hot rod. The
condom must have gone into a pants pocket or something. Hank's hands left
the backs of hers and traveled back behind his head, where he grasped hers
and bent around to find her lips. He opened his mouth and met hers in an
engaging kiss that soon evolved into some major frenching.
Sandy smacked her lips against his and continued to pull on his dick
until he completely lost control and spun around in place, grabbing both
breasts and savagely fondling them. She groaned loudly but was almost
completely muffled by his mouth. Her hands ran up and down her back as he
continued stroking her breasts and palming the nipples, pushing her tits
apart, then together, then both up. When he lowered his head to her chest
and tried to suck in her left nipple, she pushed him away and backed toward
the couch.
She stood smirking, biting her lower lip. She ran her hands through
her hair AGAIN, and Hank almost passed out. His dick swelled even higher
as he watched her breasts get pulled up and then out again. "Get in that
fucking bedroom, asshole," growled Sandy in mid-stroke, her arms still
extended above her head. Hank's knees were about to buckle beneath him, so
he slowly turned around and looked into the dark bedroom that was Sandy's
and Alison's. He started to shuffle inside, looking over his shoulder at
Sandy, who kept her arms raised while following him, and then dropped them
quickly. Hank stepped through and into the darkness, and Sandy switched on
the light and quickly closed the bedroom door. "Get on the bed," she
commanded, pointing to the bed just to the left of the door. The other one
must be Alison's.
Hank lied down obediently, his raging hard-on pointing straight up
into the air. Sandy slipped the condom packet out of her back pocket,
threw it on his chest, and then fumbled with the fastened belt buckle on
her pants. Hank picked up the foil and looked at it, almost completely
missing the show in front of him. Sandy had undone her pants, and she
pulled them off her hips and let them slump to the floor. Naked, she was
breathtaking in the clear light of the bedroom, and he gasped, but she
didn't let him have a good look. The vision of her smooth, brown body with
its beautiful curves, dark hair on her mound, and hair in braids reaching
past her shoulders imprinted itself in his brain. He swallowed hard again.
She quickly kneeled over him, grabbed his dick and held it right in
front of her cunt, which was already dribbling juices down one thigh.
"Gimme that thing," she said, nodding at the foil wrapper. Hank fumbled
with the package and finally tore it open, handing the rolled-up rubber to
her. She jacked him quickly, running her fingers up and down his tube, and
her breasts heaved. When she placed the roll on the head of his dick, Hank
thought he'd come right then and there, and he had to gulp air for control.
She rolled the condom down his dick and pulled the tip out a little when
she was done, just like you're supposed to. He was about to say something,
having fought off another orgasm, when she suddenly reared up and slipped
his condom-clad dick right into her cunt. He watched it disappear into her
depths, and his breath caught. He heard the wrinkle of the latex as his
penis slid inside. She was so hot, he thought he wouldn't be able to last
more than a minute.
Sandy bent forward in a quick motion and hit the pillow on either
sides of his head with her elbows. Her face hovered slightly above his.
Her dark brown eyes swallowed him up, and he stared deeply into them.
"Relax," she sighed, shaking her head. "Let me do the work." She smiled
and began a long, slow grind.
The pleasure of the motion boiled up in her tunnel, and as she reached
the base of his dick, her clitoris was forced back into her pubic bone and
rubbed between it and his soft flesh. "Mmmmmmm," moaned Sandy, closing her
eyes and mashing her breasts against his chest. Hank moved his hands up to
her ass, and he stroked and fondled both cheeks lovingly. When she pulled
herself back off his penis, he let up on the pressure, and when she thrust
forward again, he pushed her further down onto his dick. The feeling was
sensational; his penis was buried in the tightest, warmest, smoothest
place he thought he'd ever felt, and the condom was actually helping him
from shooting off.
"Uhhhhh," grunted Sandy, sliding her pelvis up and then back down
again more quickly than before. "Mmmmh!" She bit her lip and hovered
about a foot from his face. "Damn," she moaned, increasing the speed with
which she sheathed and unsheathed his penis in her vagina. Her clitoris
felt like it was the size of a plum, it was so engorged now.
When she started to pick up speed, Hank shifted his hands from her
butt to her tits. They swayed up and down ever so slightly with the
fucking, and he lazily stroked them in and out of reach as they went up and
away from him and then back down again with her movements. He took a deep
breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, staring right into hers.
He grabbed her nipples and pinched them. She closed her eyes for a second
but opened them again, still not looking at him. He pinched again, harder,
and she moaned and closed her eyes, but still kept her gaze fixated on some
object to his left and over his shoulder. He used his fingernails, and he
literally gouged her nipples, starting softly and then building the
pressure until her moan grew into a low wail. She shoved her pelvis onto
him, and he felt the tightness increase and his penis throb in response.
She was looking straight into his eyes now, and her motions slowed but
picked up tremendously in intensity. It was like she was taking him in all
the way up to his butt or something. He felt like his whole body was a
giant piston inside her cunt, and he suddenly had to concentrate on
something else to keep from spraying.
Hank scrunched up his lower body, trying to slide his head down to her
chest, and she obliged him, riding higher up and bending his dick flatter
against his belly. His mouth found her nipple, and he bit her harder than
he intended to. The pulling sensation was reaching a critical level, and
he lost himself in passion. Sandy cried out in ecstasy and unexpectedly
shifted into double-time on his dick. Pumping like a mad dog, she heaved
her pelvis up and down on him in such a fashion that his breath was crushed
out of him, and he wheezed on her breasts while he continued to chew and
lick her right nipple. She quickly forced his other hand over to her left
nipple, and he began to twist and pull it as well.
They were drenched in sweat, and Sandy was near exploding. The
perspiration dribbled off her forehead and onto the pillow directly below
her. Her pubic bone dug into the soft flesh above his dick, and he almost
cried out in pain as her thrusts became more and more powerful. Yet the
pain somehow turned him on so much that his dick swelled and pulsed inside
her tight cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh, OhhhhHHHHH!!!!!" cried Sandy, intensifying her efforts to
an incredible degree. The whole bed was shaking and creaking, and Hank
could barely manage a breath in between being squished by her pistoning
body. Her breasts jiggled back and forth, her nipples almost felt as hard
as his teeth, and her clit had sunk back away from her hole. "OHHHH!!" she
bawled after a deep breath, and her thrusts gradually lost their strength.
Hank felt his entire body was wet; his crotch felt like it was underwater,
and her cunt felt entirely new. It was suddenly looser, and his dick
continued to sway in and out and around inside. He backed off from her
nipples with his teeth and merely sucked them between lip and tongue and
made little circles. She had come, and come buckets, and his penis felt
like it was going to explode.
"Need . . . something . . . else?" gasped Sandy, riding out the last
of her orgasm atop his thrusting peter. Her face was limp, like the rest
of her body, but she suddenly came back to life and began to rub her crotch
against his again, but with less vigor.
"Ah," groaned Hank. "Uh." He buried his face in her cleavage, and
she reached down and clamped her breasts around his face. Sandy pushed
herself onto him exceptionally hard, and his dick suddenly clenched up and
began its lightning-fast climb to orgasm. His eyes shot open, and he
started moaning. Deep inside her, Sandy could feel his dick begin its
spasming, releasing his spunk inside the rubber.
He had held it for as long as he could. The feeling was incredible,
and his pumping seemed like it lasted for a whole minute. When he was
finally done, his ears filled up with blood and he crumpled back into the
blanket. Sandy slipped his dick out of her dripping cunt, holding onto the
open end of the rubber, and rolled off him. She pulled him up so that he
could rest his head on the pillow, and she lay her head back into the
depression between his shoulder and neck.
"Whew," was all that Hank could manage to mutter. His eyes were
closed.
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
Chapter 4
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