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Chapter 2: Life After Tony

I had all my stuff packed as Tony had come up from behind me and kissed my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the lips and just held his waist. We had an amazing weekend together and now we were dating I was the happiest guy in the whole world and that’s how he made me feel in bed.

“You know we are leaving today and I’m going home tomorrow why don’t we give this bed one more go around,” he said

I smiled and thought about how far we came in this one weekend we had made love so many times on this bed and on the beach which was the most romantic thing ever.

“Tony we are cousins I don’t know how we are gonna explain this to my parents and your dad,” I said.

“I know babe, but nothing makes me happier than you I know this fall we’ll both be in college in different cities and I wanna make the most of today I know I will see you a few times this summer but let’s make this morning worth while,” he said

I turned to him and smiled and I kissed him softly and moved my suitcase off the bed and laid there and signaled him to come over. He crawled on the bed slowly until he was on top of me and we began kissing passionately then I broke from him and asked him:

“Do you have a condom?”

“No, but its okay I’ll be careful,” he said.

We kept kissing and he slowly removed my shirt as he moved his hands up and down my body. He removed his shirt and kissed my chest. He sucked on my belly button as he undid my belt, and pulled off my pants until I was in my underwear. He slowly removed my boxers and my semi erect cock was out. He took me in his arms and said:

“Be my lover.”

I smiled as I lied there naked in front of him and said:

“Of course I will.”

There I took off his pants followed by his boxers and he continued to lie in bed just kissing passionately. There we lay naked just kissing until he started to move lower to suck my cock. His tongue was so wet as he went up and down my shaft and licked the tip of my penis.

“Oh Tony don’t stop you dirty boy,” I moaned loudly.

As he slowly swallowed my cock into his he slowly put his fingered my ass so it could loosen up so he could fuck me. I felt myself about to cum when he stopped and said:

“Let me fuck you now.”

I got on all fours and gave him my ass, he slowly lubed up my ass with his saliva as he slowly pushed his dick into my ass as he said:

“I love you.”

I smiled and said:

“I love you too.”

He slowly fucked my ass and made passionate love to my ass. I felt him deep inside of me as he slowly slid up and down. I had never felt so much pleasure in his fucking. It was like he was fucking me for the first time and I was his handsome prince.

“Tony keep fucking me.”

He started to go faster and a lot harder as he pounded my ass. The orgasm was building up inside of me and I just wanted to release it. Then he began to go faster and harder until the bed began to shake and make noises.

“Oh shit Tony I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh God don’t stop please five me your cum inside of me,” I said loudly.

He moaned so loudly saying:

“I’m cumming.”

Right when those words were uttered from his mouth he cummed in my ass. And right when that last drop of cum hit my ass I cummed as well all over the bed. We fell on to the bed and on to each other as we savored in each others kisses. Just then there was a knock on the door. We were freaking out until I put my underwear back on and answered the door. It was the man from next door asking if everything was okay that he heard a lot of moving around and thought we were being robbed. I said that we were moving the furniture because I had dropped my phone behind the bed. But right when I was about to close the door Tony walked across the hall naked and the man was in shocked and walked off. I closed the door and thought to myself if I was ready to come out of the closet and be an openly gay man, but I was doubting myself, yet I was in love with him, my cousin, and my lover.

We both got dressed and shared kisses as we packed the car with our luggage, and then we drove home holding hands. Tomorrow Tony would be going back to Houston and his dad and I would be left at my house with no boyfriend and even worse come fall we would be going to different colleges and apart from each other. So I asked:

“What’s gonna happen to us babe?”

“I was just thinking about that too. Well I know we are gonna be far away from each other, but I love you and I want you to be happy so I think if we have an open relationship like we are still together but its okay to fuck others at least until we can be together then we become strictly monogamous, but I promise you one day we will have a threesome with me, you, and another guy,” he said.

“Okay I held his hand tight as we drove up the driveway to my house, and from there his dad came and picked him up. I hugged him good bye and watch him drive away. I smiled and thought of all the love and fun we shared this past weekend and how I would never forget the way we made love.

A month has passed since Tony left my arms and went back home. We text whenever we can and tell stories about the guys we have fucked or just wished we had fucked from a distance, but we knew nothing could compare to what we had. I had decided to go to college in San Antonio (I won’t say where for obvious reasons) and Tony said he was going to stay in Houston to stay close to his dad which was the only family he ever really had.

I was leaving to school in a week and no matter who I was with I could not stop thinking about Tony and how passionate of a lover he was to me at the beach. Then one day when I was working out at the gym I caught a lovely stranger staring at me and my short shorts. I smiled at him and walked over and asked him his name.

“My name is Ryan. I’m sorry for staring at you, you’re just so attractive and handsome and I wanted to know if you would like to have dinner with me at my house I’m an amazing cook and I would like your approval,” he said

From the moment he spoke to me I was captivated by this 20 year old man, so I agreed and he gave me his address and told me to be there by seven. I walked off back to my car to catch my breath. This man was so beautiful and I had not felt a connection like that since I was with Tony and for a second I thought he could be the one.

I dressed casual for our dinner just a green t-shirt and my ripped jeans, but I had a little surprise under it all. I was wearing a thong I had just gotten for an occasion such as this. It was red with lace with black dots around my crotch and just a string going through my crack. And just like that I was gone.

I arrived to Ryan’s place just on time and he welcomed me into his house. I walked into his dinning to room to find a fine steak prepared for me with mashed potatoes lit up my candles. I took my seat and sat down and we began to eat. We talked about life, lessons learned, and past lovers. And that’s when the subject came up.

“So who was your first lover,” he asked me.

I was stunned I could not answer him and I said:

“A boy named Tony he was from Houston”

I did not even wanna mention he was my cousin if not I bet Ryan would freak out and I would have to leave.

“How was he in bed,” Ryan asked.

“Amazing he made the most passionate love to me ever,” I said getting a bit aroused.

At that point Ryan leaned in and kissed my lips, softly, but passionately. I looked at him and smiled, then he stood up grabbed my hand and lead me into his bed room. We kissed standing up for awhile as I took off his shirt and he took off mine. We ran our hands through each other’s body. Then I slowly undid his pants and I saw his nice boxers. I smiled as I grabbed his ass while we kissed. He slowly undid my pants and revealed my thong. He smiled and slapped my ass as he revealed my semi erect cock. I stood naked in front of him as he removed his boxers and I saw his cock. He was circumcised and about six and a half inches with a half hard on. I took a deep breath and went down on him. I played around with his cock before I finally put it in my mouth and began to work his shaft. As my mouth slide up and down his cock I could hear him moaning.

“Oh my God please don’t stop,” he said.

I had no intention of stopping not even for a minute cause now that he was full on hard his dick had grown to nine inches which was a whole inch bigger than Tony. I deep throated his cock all the way until I gagged and then he said:

“Lets 69.”

I laid down on the bed on my back and Ryan got on top of me and started to lick my dick and I returned the favor to him. He was so good at sucking my dick even better than Tony was. I felt like I was gonna cum all over his face if he kept going, but right when I was going to reach the climax he stopped and got off and bent over for me.

“Fuck me nice and slow. Make love to my ass,” Ryan said.

I looked at his ass and took a deep breath as I licked around his asshole to get it nice and wet for my dick. And then I gave it a push and put my dick in his ass, slowly of course so his ass could loosen up to my dick then I started to go in and out slowly and passionately kissing his back at different points. I pounded his ass for a solid ten minutes before I picked up the speed and went faster.

“That’s right keep fucking my ass, but I want your cum in my face,” he said.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said

I quickly pulled out and Ryan gave me his face and I started to jerk myself off so I can get the cum all on his face.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I said cumming in his face.

“It tastes salty but so refreshing, now I wanna fuck you but I wanna be on top,” Ryan said licking the cum off of his face.

Now that I was fresh out of juice I laid on my back and spread my legs open so he could fuck me missionary position. He kissed me all the way up to my mouth and slowly pushed his cock into my ass.

“You’re so tight, you haven’t been fucked in awhile,” he said.

“I know its been a few weeks since my last fuck,” I said.

He went in slow and loosened up my tight ass; he put his hands at my hips and kissed me while he fucked me with love and passion.

“Go harder I want this bed to rock,” I said

With that command he went harder and faster, his nine inch cock was making my ass so wide with every push he gave me. The bed began to move faster and rock harder.

“Oh God fuck me harder give me all your cum,” I said kissing him.

“Ahhhhhhh I cummed,” he said kissing me.

He pulled out of my ass slowly with his cock dripping wet from my ass filled with cum.

“Oh my God you were the best I had yet,” I said realizing he was better than Tony.

“I’m glad we got to have this moment I really like you,” he said.

“I really like you too, but I’m in love with my first love,” I said.

He smiled at me kissed my lips and said:

“It’s okay, but if you ever wanna fuck again or wanna get serious just call me here’s my number, or maybe if you wanna get together with your man and have a threesome I would be glad,” he said.

I smiled at him and gave him a big kiss, got my clothes and left his house and went back home. My ass was so sore from the pounding that Ryan had given me, but now I was excited for college. In one week I would leave and start anew with a roommate who I think I might have a lot of fun with whoever he may be.

Well here I am in college now all my stuff is set I claimed my side of the room and now I just have to wait for my roommate to come in. I wonder if he will be hot. It would be so hot if he had such big biceps so he can hold me while I sleep. Suddenly a knock on the door startles me. I walk to the door and open it and to my surprise I see Tony standing in front of me with a suitcase. He walked in closed the door and kissed me on the lips.

“So I guess we are roommates now. First rule as soon as you walk in here you have to get naked. Second we are pushing these beds together. And third I want you to fuck me right now,” he said.

I was so happy so I took off all my clothes and walked over and kissed him.

“So are we dating now,” I asked him.

“Yes we are. I love you,” he said kissing me.

“I love you too, my cousin, my lover.

by Kardas W. Fox

Commissioned by CainLucifrio

Dagger walked into his sparsely decorated dorm and kicked the door shut behind him. The tattooed white dragon placed his laptop on top of the bookshelf with a sigh and flopped down onto a weathered couch.

Cain watched Dagger from across the room, his one good eye keen and alert. He hesitated a moment, then stood and made his way over to his roommate. The orange goat demon sat next to the channel surfing dragon, quite a bit closer than usual.

“What’s up, big guy?”

“Trying to find something good.”

“You look stressed.”

“It’s been a rough day.”

“Maybe I can help?”

“How so?”

“Let’s go out, my treat.”

“I don’t know, we’ve only been acquainted for a couple of weeks.”

“I meant as friends, to get to know each other better. Unless you want it to be a date, that is.”

Dagger blushed and looked away. Cain smiled and slipped out of his pentagram t shirt, exposing an identical symbol on his back, and made his way to his dresser to change into some nicer clothes. Dagger headed to his own dresser to change. They slept in the same room, but had partitions set up to allow the both of them to change clothes and sleep in privacy.


Cain and Dagger made their way off campus grounds and down the street. Few words were spoken, the sounds of passing automobiles filled in for the silence. The two made their way to a small coffee shop, only a block away from the college campus. There was quite a line inside, the dragon and the goat demon had to wait a short while before ordering their drinks. After being served, Cain paid for the both of them and they found a place to sit.

Cain sipped his coffee and allowed his eyes to drift, making a conscious effort not to stare at Dagger. “So…how’s it been going?”

“Good, you?”

“Good, good. What kind of hobbies do you have?”

“I don’t really do much in my free time, I just chill and listen to metal music.”

“Really? No way, me too! I’ll bet that pisses your folks off huh?”


“On that note, you never told me much about your family. Any brothers or sisters?”

“I never really had a family. I have no idea who my biological parents are, I’ve been juggled by the foster care system my entire life. They moved me around from house to house, I never really got to settle in anywhere or get to know anyone. I’ve never been so close to anyone that I could honestly call them family.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay.” The two looked away from each other, and a long moment passed in awkward silence before Dagger spoke again. “So, what’s your family life like?”

“I don’t really have a family either. I’m immortal, so I have to accept that everyone I get close to is going to grow old and die before my eyes. There were people I lived with, they treated me like their own and I looked at them as my family, but that was centuries ago. I’m been afraid of feeling that same pain again, so I’ve been a drifter for most of my life.”

“That’s so sad, I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool.” A few seconds more passed in silence before Cain spoke. “I didn’t mean for this to be so awkward. I think you’re really handsome and it’s been so long since I’ve actually been interested in someone.”

“It’s all right. I have a bit of a crush on you, too. Maybe we can forget the talking part and make up for the awkwardness when we get back to the dorm?”

“Whoa, really?”

Dagger nodded. “I’ve never been with anyone sexually. I’m nervous, but I’ve seen the way you look at me. I like you, Cain. I’ve thought about it. If we’re going to do this, is there any reason we shouldn’t do it tonight?”

Cain grinned. “No, there certainly isn’t.”


Dagger was the first through the door, with Cain close behind. The goat demon was already quite stiff, and in the process of feeling the dragon up to try and get him excited. He only took his hands off of his soon-to-be-lover for long enough to shut the door, then groped the dragon shamelessly.

“Cain, slow down. We have all night.”

“Indeed we do, my sweet dragon, and I intend to make use of every bit of that time.” Cain walked past Dagger, undressing all the way. Now fully nude, he leaned on the wall next to his bed and lifted his short tail. “Let’s get this party started.”

“You want me on top?”

“I’m kind of big, I don’t want to overwhelm you on your first time. Take me, and when you’re satisfied I’ll have my turn. Lube’s on the nightstand.”

Dagger hesitantly shed his clothes, exposing his semi-erect dragonhood, and came closer. He grabbed the lubricant from Cain’s nightstand and squirted a gob into his palm. The dragon gripped his meat and stroked it to full hardness, thoroughly coating it with lubricant in the process.

The dragon wedged the head of his draconic cock between Cain’s buttocks and hesitated for a moment. A gasp rose in Dagger’s throat when the goat demon suddenly pushed back hard, taking a quarter of the dragon’s dick in one go. Dagger’s hips reflexively bucked forward in response, burrowing his virgin meat even deeper in tight goat ass.

Cain moved his body in perfect synchrony with his partner, rocking back to every thrust with equal force. Dagger’s knees buckled, the new sensation affecting him more than his own hand ever could. after a few more shaky thrusts, the dragon pulled out and sat back on the bed.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I can’t do it standing up like that. My legs are getting too wobbly.”

Cain smiled and got down on his hands and knees, hips raised and tail hiked out out of the way. “Why didn’t you just say so? Come on, I want you to finish in me!”

Dagger slid off of the bed and knelt behind Cain. He pressed the head of his draconic cock to Cain’s tight anus and crammed his full length inside with one push, making both males groan. Within a couple of seconds, they found their rhythm again. Cain easily matched Dagger’s pace, timing his clenches carefully and countering every thrust.

The dragon’s hips moved faster and faster as he built up to a powerful climax. Dagger didn’t last much longer, and soon pushed as deep as he could with a triumphant roar. Ribbons of hot dragon seed erupted into the groaning goat’s rectum. Cain continued to clench and wiggle, milking Dagger for every last drop.

Dagger held himself in for a few seconds after he was done, then pulled out with a happy sigh. Cain tucked his tail down, holding in his cream filling, and turned to face Dagger. Sitting up on his knees, the goat demon shamelessly displayed his throbbing erection. The sight of it still made Dagger blush, but he couldn’t look away.

“Now it’s my turn, get up on the bed.”

Dagger obediently climbed up onto the bed. On his hands and knees with his tail raised high, he looked back at the goat demon. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

Cain got on the bed behind Dagger and rest his hard cock between the dragon’s ass cheeks. He grabbed the lube and poured it all over his shaft. After grinding for a few seconds to smear the lube around his meat and Dagger’s ass, Cain lined himself up with the dragon’s hole. The goat demon prodded a couple of times, then pushed his bulbous cock head into Dagger’s virgin sphincter. The dragon arched and moaned, accepting the goat demon’s length as it burrowed deeper and deeper.

Dagger wrapped his tail around Cain’s waist, urging him in further despite the burning feel of being stretched for the first time. The goat was gentle with his lover and eased in as slowly as he could tolerate. Within a couple of minutes, Cain’s hips were pressed firmly against Dagger’s ass and their balls met.

“Impressive, I didn’t think you’d be able to take the whole thing.”

Dagger blushed. “Thank you. It’s really big, but it feels good inside me. I think I like taking more than giving. Please Cain, fuck me…”

The goat demon needed no second bidding. He firmly gripped Dagger’s hips and pulled back halfway, only to press back in. Cain worked into a slow but firm pace, taking the dragon hard but not rough. Dagger threw his head back and moaned every time the hung goat demon bottomed out in him.

Cain maintained his steady pace, rolling his hips in smooth and even thrusts. After getting used to the feeling, Dagger started to rock his hips back to the goat demon’s deep humping. His clenches came reflexively beyond his ability to control them, but with each squeeze he could feel every exquisite detail of the thick shaft and bulbous head invading his inexperienced rump.

Without warning, the sensation stopped. Dagger gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Why’d you stop?”

“Roll over on your back. I want to see your pretty face while I breed you.”

Dagger did as he was told, now flat on his back with his erection standing proudly. Cain lifted the dragon’s hips and plunged his hot meat deep into Dagger’s ass again. The dragon cried out in combined pleasure and pain, squeezing tight around that hot demon cock. Dagger’s tail wrapped around Cain once more, holding him in.

After a moment, the dragon’s tail loosened its grip on the goat demon, and Cain began to thrust. Shucking the steady pace from before, the goat demon’s thrusts came fast and hard now. Grunts and groans emanated from both males, and the bed frame creaked in protest of Cain’s swiftly moving hips. Dagger wrapped his arms around Cain, digging his claws into the goat’s back. His embrace only encouraged the goat demon to hump faster.

After a few moments, Cain’s thrusting stopped again, but he didn’t pull out this time. Dagger looked up at him pleadingly, and Cain smiled. “Move with me, I want to finish with you on top.”

The two males rolled over without separating, placing Dagger in Cain’s lap. The dragon put his hands on the demon’s chest for support and started to bounce right away. Cain groaned and crossed his arms behind his head, allowing the dragon to do all the work.

Dagger rode his lover fast and hard, trying to replicate the pace Cain had set before but unable to move quite so quick. The goat demon’s balls drew close as he approached a climax, his moans building in volume as he edged ever closer. Finally, he cried out and bucked his hips upward. Thick ropes of burning hot demon semen exploded into Dagger’s back door, making the dragon cry out as well. He continued to bounce until he felt the squirting stop, and then slowly pulled himself off of the thoroughly milked goat to lie beside him.

Cain wrapped his arms around Dagger and pulled the dragon into a close cuddle. The goat planted a soft kiss on his lover’s lips, making the dragon blush. “So, how was your first time?”

“That was incredible, better than I could have imagined. Thank you so much Cain, but is this it?”

“If you wait a few minutes, I can do it again.”

“No, I mean is our relationship going to be anything beyond the physical? I would prefer something more, but I’m cool either way.”

“Of course, I was hoping you’d be my boyfriend. You’re a really cool guy.”

“I’d love to be your boyfriend! I think you’re a great guy too, Cain.”

“Great! Now turn around, I’m good to go again.”

Dagger rolled over so that he was facing away from Cain and draped his tail over is leg. The goat demon pressed himself against his lover’s back and drove his cock into the dragon’s ass without hesitation. Dagger cried out at the sudden penetration, then let out a long moan when Cain began spoon-fucking him as roughly as the position would allow.

Cain’s hands roamed all over Dagger’s body, caressing his scales. The tenderness was directly contrasted by the force of Cain’s rolling hips. Dagger could do nothing but squirm and moan as the goat demon’s tool violated him so thoroughly, his own cock painfully stiff and dripping pre-cum on the sheets.

The goat demon wrapped his fingers tightly around the dragon’s cock and began to stroke at a pace that matched his thrusting. “Cum with me Dagger!”

The two males didn’t take much longer to reach their respective climaxes. Cain pressed deep and groaned, an instant afterwards Dagger let out a roar. The dragon’s seed released as soon as he felt more goat cum spurt into his well-abused ass. His butt clenched around Cain’s prick, milking out an extra squirt of goo. Cain and Dagger dozed off in the spoons position, the goat demon still buried balls-deep in the dragon’s ass.


Cain woke to the sound of running water the next morning. After a moment, he rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Dagger faced away from the door as he showered, blissfully unaware that he was being watched. Cain crept across the floor silently and slid open the door of the shower stall for an instant to slip inside. Before Dagger could turn around, the goat demon hugged him tightly from behind.

The dragon gasped, then let out a soft laugh. “Good morning Cain, I hope you slept well…”

“Of course, how could I not after such an wonderful evening?”

Dagger arched and gasped to the feel of Cain’s morning wood grinding against his ass. Without hesitation, he moved his tail to the side and pressed his rump back to his lover. The goat demon penetrated him right away and began to plow him hard, earning a pleasured groan from the dragon. Dagger leaned forward and put his hands on the wall for support, listening to the sweet music of their wet bodies slapping together as it echoed off the tile walls of the shower stall.

Cain held the dragon’s hips tight as he ravaged that ass, the force of his thrusts throwing water in all directions every time he spanked Dagger with his hips. His balls hit Dagger’s with such force that they were sore after just a few seconds, but he kept up the manic pace. The goat demon didn’t know what time it was, but had no intention of making either of them late for their morning classes.

The dragon growled and clawed at the tile, flexing his ass reflexively. The pleasantness of the brutal fucking had worn off quickly, and Dagger now winced every time Cain buried his length. Just as the dragon was about to ask his lover to slow down, the goat demon buried himself deep and unleashed a wad of warmth with a groan. Dagger sighed and clenched, making sure Cain was properly drained. The goat reached around and stroked the dragon’s stiff cock swiftly, coaxing his white goo onto the shower wall within about a minute.

Cain pulled out reluctantly and gave Dagger a playful slap on the ass. “Sorry to be so brief, I didn’t want to hold us up more than necessary.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get you back for that tonight.”

“I might just hold you to that.”

The two males helped each other wash, then Dagger turned off the water. They toweled each other off, and headed into the main room to get dressed. Cain was the first out the door, but Dagger followed soon after with laptop in hand. The dragon checked the door to ensure it was locked, then the two of them shared a kiss.

“Cain, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve never been so happy, I think you’re the one for me.”

Cain wrapped his arms around Dagger and pulled the dragon into a tight embrace. He took his lover in another kiss, this time slipping his tongue into the dragon’s mouth. Dagger let out a muffled moan, then closed his eyes and obediently suckled the goat demon’s tongue. Cain held the kiss for well over a minute before he pulled away, which left Dagger gasping for air.

“I love you Dagger.”

“I love you too, Cain. I’ll see you tonight.” The goat demon slapped the dragon’s ass, and the two of them parted ways for the day.

Lloyd’s Angel: Doing Susan

January 1962

Dinner broke up with a round of “good-nights” and soon Susan and I were walking back across the campus. The two of us strolled quietly for a block, watching our breath steam in the chill night air, while a new round of snowflakes fluttered down past the streetlights.

“Whose idea was the ketchup?” Susan asked after we turned onto a less populated street. Her tone had hints of both resignation and humor, but apparently no anger.

“Alexandra’s. She thought something you weren’t expecting would be more useful.” I was honest enough to assign credit for a clever idea, and not chivalrous enough to take the fall for it if she was really upset. “Tell me about it while it’s fresh in your mind,” I suggested, genuinely curious.

“She’s going to come to a bad end,” Susan muttered, then shook her head. “I knew something was up as soon as I’d put it on my burger. I looked at the fries with that bottle in my hand, and I could feel my mouth water. But I knew I hated ketchup on fries!”

We passed another house before she resumed talking, giving me a chance to reflect on what she’d said. It seemed we had another piece of hard evidence that my ability was real, and that it was trickier to use than I’d thought.

“Finally, I just had to try one,” Susan admitted. “It was really weird.”

“Yeah, I saw your face. You didn’t like it after all?”

“Honestly, it’s confusing. It tasted exactly like I expected, but…” Susan shrugged. “It was like half my brain was saying, ‘you hate this,’ and the other half was saying, ‘this tastes great!’ I’m not sure what to think.”

“Wow,” I said, and blew out a large cloud of steam. “Would you eat them again?”

She thought on it awhile. “I think so,” Susan finally replied. “I think maybe I’d just need to get out of the habit of not liking it, if that makes any sense.”

“About as much as any of the rest of it,” I mused, pondering the ramifications. “Alexandra will be fascinated, I’m sure.”

I sensed more than saw Susan roll her eyes. “She has a low sense of humor, even if food was one of the things we agreed to test. Would you like to come up?”

Startled, I realized we’d reached the student apartment where she lived. “Won’t that be a problem? I thought you had a roommate.”

Susan laughed. “Yelena? Not on a Friday evening — I should introduce her to Danny, but I’m not ready to completely ruin her reputation! We’re not supposed to have boys in after hours, but the other girls sneak them in all the time.”

“Okay, if we won’t get in trouble.”

“No more trouble than you deserve! Just wait over there by the side door and I’ll be back in a minute.” She surprised me with a quick kiss and hurried in the front. I meandered over to the side of the building, following the path worn in the snow; I barely had time to look around before Susan had opened the door and dragged me inside. She led me up the back stairs to the second floor and down the hall, passing another girl who only smiled.

Susan let us into her room and I looked around for a moment while she rummaged in a dresser before producing a bobby sock. “Do not disturb,” she explained, pulling it over the doorknob before closing and locking the door. Some of the thoughts that had been running idly though my head over the past few minutes came into sharper focus.

We took off our coats, but instead of hanging them in the closet, Susan dropped hers on the floor and started unfastening her sweater. I presumed my coat ended up on the floor too, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. It turned out my earlier guess had been correct; there was nothing under the sweater except nubile female flesh.

“I do have nice boobs, don’t I?” Susan asked, presenting herself confidently for inspection.

“Oh yeah,” I agreed, urgently hard. Thoughts of Alexandra didn’t so much disappear as move aside as I admired the attractive and half-naked young woman before me. I needed physical relief, and I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.

“They’re bigger than Yelena’s,” Susan boasted, but I cut her off with an aggressive kiss. She opened her mouth almost immediately and our tongues probed against each other. I’m sure she felt my cock as clearly as I did her tits. We broke apart and almost in unison began shedding our clothes. Susan had a head start, but I didn’t have hose to deal with, so we finished in a dead heat.

I thought I read lust in her expression, but Susan turned away from me and started rummaging in one of the dressers, mumbling something under her breath. A little disappointed, I followed her delectable ass and wrapped my arms around her from behind, grinding my rigid tool against the small of her back. “Lloyd!” she squeaked, squirming in my embrace; she had a condom package in one hand.

I felt like a heel for not thinking of the risks, but my remorse quickly was buried beneath my rising anticipation and physical desire. My grip tightened and I lofted Susan onto the nearby bed, smiling at her surprised shriek. “Sssh!” I told her, and knelt on the bed to straddle her as she lay on her back.

Susan looked at my cock, jutting towards her face, and I wondered if she might squeeze it between her tits or even take it in her mouth. Instead, she tore open the packet and started rolling the condom down my penis; apparently she was as eager to reach home base as I was. I trailed my fingers up her flanks to her nipples, watching them stiffen beneath my touch.

As soon as the condom was in place, I crab walked backwards until I was between her legs. I wasn’t the world’s most experienced lover, but even I realized we hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay. I probed her bush gently with a finger, thinking I shouldn’t be too selfish, but Susan was already wet and pulling at my arms.

“Oh, just get inside me, hurry!” she moaned.

No man alive, and certainly not me, was going to pass up a request like that from a beautiful girl. I lined up and started easing myself into her molten pussy; about half-way in, Susan got her legs around mine and pulled me the rest of the way into her in a rush. At that point, my remaining self-control vanished and I started rutting into her like a jackhammer. It had been awhile since I’d been with a girl and Susan felt way better than my hand, even with the condom in the way.

She made the most erotic little moans and gasps, as if she were trying to remain quiet but just couldn’t hold them in. Her eyes were open, but must have been focused about 100 feet above the roof of the building.

I came embarrassingly quickly, like I was still eighteen or something, and collapsed momentarily atop Susan. Regretfully, I wriggled free before I deflated and lost the bulging condom inside her. My libido was still stuck in overdrive, even if my penis needed a break, and I didn’t think Susan had orgasmed yet. Settling myself beside her, I started fingering her dripping crevice. At the same time I was physically stimulating her, I tried to will her to orgasm.

It took a few minutes, but I could see something was working because her nipples were hard like rocks and her knuckles were white where they gripped the bedspread. Suddenly Susan gasped and arched her body completely off the bed while a scream tore itself from her throat. I’d never seen a girl so abandoned, and I didn’t think it was an act. My cock was hardening again at the sight of her.

Susan’s eyes focused on my face and she brushed a sweaty lock of hair off her forehead. “My gosh, Lloyd, I’ve never felt so wanton,” she whispered hoarsely. A slow smile spread across her face when a questing hand found my firm tool. “Come here, you.”

I thought she might want to fuck again, but she pulled on me, leading me by my cock until I was straddling her once more. Susan stripped off the condom and cast it aside, then pressed her breasts together around my now-rigid organ. “Do they feel as good as they look?” she asked me.

“Better,” I assured her. My slick flesh easily slid back and forth against hers. It wasn’t the same as fucking her, but without the condom in the way, the sensation was intense, and the view was even better. I’d heard about tit-fucking, but never done it before now. It was exciting to be doing it, and even more exciting to think I might have influenced Susan to do it.

It was ungracious, but I had a sudden flash of Alexandra squeezing her tits around my cock. The thought was enough to make me shudder and jet warm spunk onto Susan’s neck and chin. She jerked but couldn’t avoid either the initial blast or the follow-on emissions that dripped stickily onto her chest.

“Eeww, Lloyd,” she complained, evidently as unpracticed in these matters as I. “Come on, get off me!”

I backed off, but slowly, letting a few last drops spatter her belly. I felt like a dog marking his territory, and thought hard about Susan massaging my cum into her flushed skin.

Susan appeared to be oblivious to my thoughts. “Can you get me something?” she asked, sitting up. Some of my spend had already dripped onto the pillow, and now the rest was trailing slowly down her body — a truly erotic sight.

I looked about for a moment before catching sight of her panties lying on the floor with the rest of our clothing. “Here,” I said, stooping to retrieve them, “I think it’s your turn to ruin a pair.”

She gave me a dirty look before laughing and accepting them. “We don’t seem to do a very good job of planning, do we?” she asked, mopping up the worst of the mess. Susan looked doubtfully at the spots on the pillow.

“Lick it up!” I thought while managing to get out a simple verbal, “no.” My hopes rose as Susan used a finger to remove most of the excess, but she merely cleaned it on the panties and flipped the pillow so the spots were on the bottom.

She shrugged. “Oh, well. I’m pretty sure Yelena’s done worse to me.”

“What?” I asked, not getting it.

“This is Yelena’s bed,” Susan explained. “You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who keeps condoms in her dresser, do you?”

I took in her naked body, topped with tousled hair and gleaming here and there with the residue of my orgasm, and thought she looked exactly like that kind of girl. I felt an urge to do her again, but my penis didn’t look like it was up to the challenge. Yet.

Susan read the answer in my expression and flushed slightly before giggling. “Well, okay, but I’m not!” We both laughed, and started picking up our abandoned clothing.

It seemed a bit gauche to just leave, but we’d already had dinner. “Do you want to see a movie, or maybe get a cup of coffee?” I asked.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the wrong order? Besides, I think I need a little more cleaning up than you do.” Her skirt went into the closet in exchange for a robe, which Susan pulled on and belted. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, mind you.”

I finished tucking in my shirt and stuffed the tie in my pocket. “Well, another night, then.” I hesitated, and then walked over and kissed her again. It was pretty steamy, but without the raw edge of our earlier lust, and Susan pressed her hand over mine when I slid it inside her robe to cup a breast.

“I’d better fix that,” Susan told me when we parted, and ran a finger across my mouth; it came away lipstick red. “Better,” she pronounced, and walked me to the door.

Susan cracked the door and I slid out, trying for a little discretion, to find myself facing another girl. She was thin, although still feminine, and gave me a piercing look as I emerged from the room.

“So, Susan is not so aloof as she appears,” the girl drawled after finishing her examination. “I am pleased to meet you, I think.” Her amused smirk was hard to resist.

“I’m Lloyd,” I introduced myself, offering my hand.

“Yelena,” she responded, placing her hand lightly in mine instead of shaking it as I’d expected.

I yielded to impulse and raised her hand to my lips; it just seemed like a natural thing to do. “Charmed.”

“I can see,” she commented archly, looking at the red smudge I’d left by her knuckles. “I would wish you a good evening, but I see you’ve already had one.” Yelena stripped the sock from the doorknob and wiped away the lipstick. “Please feel free to visit again.”

“Yelena!” Susan moaned from behind me.

“I want to hear all about it,” Susan’s roommate said as she entered the room. I waved a silent, and unheeded, goodbye and retreated the way I’d entered without encountering anybody else.

The snow was falling again Saturday, and I wasn’t exactly a winter person. One of the benefits of boarding instead of living in a dorm or apartment was that I could get away with holing up on these kinds of days; Mrs. Wagner would even bring me coffee without prompting. I claimed my usual chair by the fireplace in the family room and worked through a stack of grading while Mr. Wagner studied the minutia of the sports section and Mrs. Wagner knitted — very homey.

After I’d finished grading, I turned to the more interesting question of assessing what I’d learned the previous day and what I might try next. There was a delicate balance to maintain between what I wanted and what would be safe, and what I could tell Alexandra and what I shouldn’t; I ended up just closing my eyes and waiting to see where my mind would drift.

I hadn’t quite fallen asleep, or so I thought, when I woke suddenly and found Mrs. Wagner standing beside my chair with a throw in her hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Lloyd! I didn’t mean to startle you; I just thought you looked a little cold.” She proceeded to settle the throw over my lap and legs.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Wagner, I wasn’t really sleeping. Thanks!”

The whole interaction was almost routine, because Mrs. Wagner was eerily silent in her slippers and really had surprised me any number of times in the past. I’d grown accustomed to it, but it was disconcerting. Somehow it hadn’t worked that way today.

I lay back and closed my eyes again, but this time my mind was working much more quickly. What had alerted me this time? I worked on the problem fruitlessly for some time before calming again in the warmth of the fire and the crackle of the burning wood. I’d started watching the transient flashes of imagined stars inside my eyelids when I gradually became aware of a faint lightness somewhere ahead of me. It reminded me somewhat of coals buried beneath ashes after a fire had almost burned out, but without any sense of color.

Opening my eyes momentarily revealed the glow, if it really existed, seemed to coincide with Mr. Wagner. I closed my eyes again and cast about for Mrs. Wagner; I convinced myself that I found a matching glow where she was sitting, but it was too faint to discern with my eyes open. A little experimentation suggested the glows tracked with them, but I couldn’t make out anything more. The chief result of sitting there with my eyes closed was that I fell asleep again.

The ringing phone awakened me. For whatever reason, Mr. Wagner was in charge of answering it, and he was most of the way to the kitchen before I was aware enough to close my eyes and try to follow him. I didn’t have any luck, either due to the extra distance or my unsettled mental state.

“Lloyd, it’s for you,” he said after a minute.

I sat up in surprise. Sure, I was listed in the campus directory, but I couldn’t remember anybody calling me before this, and it wasn’t the right time for my parents to be calling.

“A Susan,” he added with a wink. It was ridiculous how excited both of them looked; Mrs. Wagner had let it be known that she thought I didn’t socialize enough, and now I’d never hear the end of it.

I got to the phone and tried to ignore my hosts, who were hovering far enough away to give me some space but doubtless close enough to hear every word I said. “Hi, Susan.”

“Oh, Lloyd, I hope you don’t mind me calling,” she apologized. “Did I interrupt anything?”

“Only a thought experiment,” I quipped. “I’m happy you called.”

“I was just wondering if we could get together and plan some more research.” She lowered her voice and continued, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. You don’t think I’m being too forward, do you?”

“I’d like that,” I smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mrs. Wagner practically jumping up and down and whispering, “Ask her out!”

“This is research!” I hissed, holding a hand over the phone, before putting it back to my ear. “Would you mind coming over here? I board but I don’t think the owners will mind. The university doesn’t leave the thermostats turned up over the weekend, and it would be more comfortable than your place or the library.” It was unlikely to be a problem with the Wagners, and sure enough a quick glance showed Mr. Wagner giving me a thumbs-up.

“That would be fine; can you give me directions?”

“What if I pick you up, instead? It’s still miserable outside, and I’d be happy to take you home again afterwards.”

“Would you? That’d be swell!”

“About 6:30, then?”

“I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I assured her, and hung up.

Mr. Wagner chuckled. “She must be some girl to get you out in the snow.”

“Oh, shush,” said Mrs. Wagner, elbowing him. “Weren’t you telling me you wanted to see ‘Lawrence of Arabia’?”

They traded knowing looks. “Well, Lloyd, it looks like some girl is going to drag me out in the snow, too.” Mr. Wagner didn’t look too upset about it.

“I promise not to throw any wild parties,” I grinned, starting to think about what else I might do instead.

We ate lunch, and I called Susan back, just to let her know she didn’t have to worry about impressing the Wagners. I then proceeded to do un-Saturday-like activities such as making my bed, showering, and shaving. I also checked to be sure I had a few condoms discreetly tucked where I could reach them at need.

After picking at a dinner that could have been sawdust for all I remembered of it, all of us bundled up, brushed off the cars, and departed in different directions. The movie was long, and the Wagners told me they didn’t expect to be home until late. The roads weren’t as bad as I’d feared and I made it to Susan’s apartment early, but she emerged from the front door as soon as I got out of the car.

I handed her into the passenger’s seat, slammed the balky door hard to make sure it latched on the first try, and scampered around to climb back inside myself.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Susan told me, huddling in her heavy coat. “I wasn’t really looking forward to going anywhere in this.”

“Neither was I,” I laughed, “but this seemed like a good cause.” I concentrated on keeping the Ford in the middle of the street and we made only inconsequential conversation on the thankfully short drive back home. After pulling back into my space in the empty driveway, we dashed up to the house and inside to the warmth of the mud room, where we stamped the snow off our boots.

I offered to hang up her coat, and got the surprise of my life — beneath it, Susan was naked save for a scarf and her boots. “Jesus, Susan!” I blurted, fumbling with the garment.

She giggled, evidently pleased by the pole-axed expression that must have been visible on my face. “I have a present from Yelena, too,” she announced, and withdrew a handful of condoms from one of the pockets. “We only have to promise not to use them on her bed!”

“It’s a deal!” I got our coats mostly onto hangers and then, hands free, pulled her tight for a passionate kiss. “This way,” I urged her a minute later, tugging in the direction of my room. I had my shirt unbuttoned by the time we got there; I started on my trousers, but Susan pushed me onto my bed and finished the job herself.

“I want you,” she growled huskily, shredding one of the condom wrappers. “Do I make you hot?”

“Unbelievably,” I gasped, as if my rigid erection wasn’t answer enough. There were things I wanted to try, but I suspected I was too worked up at the moment, and the sight of Susan wearing only a scarf was a real turn-on. I made myself lie still while she rolled on the condom, then pulled her onto the bed beside me and we were in each other’s arms.

“I’m looking forward to this,” I admitted, but she just moaned as I pushed myself into her wet pussy. There was no resistance and in no time at all we were fucking like minks.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Lloyd!” was about the most coherent thing Susan said, but she was vocal enough to make me glad we had the house to ourselves.

I forced myself to slow down so I wouldn’t pop right away. “Get on top, baby — I want to hold your tits,” I gasped.

Susan gave me a sly look, and we rolled so she was straddling me. She wriggled a bit and began bouncing up and down on my organ while I cupped her breasts in my hands. The bad news, if you could call it that, was that she was working herself more energetically than I had been. The good news was that I could lie passively and enjoy the ride.

With my eyes closed, I tried to ignore the extremely pleasurable sensations emanating from my groin and focused on the space above me. Almost immediately I found a glow, either brighter or closer, about where Susan’s head was; it bobbed slightly in rhythm with her body. I fixated on that spot and concentrated on my arousal, and how good my cock felt inside her, and the orgasm that wasn’t too far away.

Everything happened at once, so I never was sure what might be cause or just reaction. The glow rippled slightly, Susan’s pussy squeezed me like a vise, and both of us climaxed almost simultaneously. I gasped, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, and Susan wailed as if she were dying. A moment later she collapsed atop me and we held each other, breathing heavily.

“God, you are hot,” I complimented Susan, meaning every word, and kissed her. I wasn’t sure if she’d orgasmed because of what I’d tried or not, but the effect was equally delightful either way.

“Flatterer,” she replied. “I’ve never felt the way you make me feel, Lloyd.” A subtle movement of her body reminded us both I was still inside her.

It wasn’t every day a guy had a beautiful girl tell him he was the best lay she’d ever had. I was still pretty hard, and motivated to go again, so I pulled Susan close and rolled us back until I was on top of her again. Both of us were smiling in anticipation as I pulled back a bit and thrust into her.

Susan screamed and we both jumped.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.

She chewed daintily on a lip and considered. “Oh, yes. I just — wasn’t expecting that.” She spread her legs a little wider. “Please don’t stop!”

I started pumping again. This time, I didn’t stop when Susan started wriggling and panting beneath me; as if we’d played the previous few minutes over again at high speed, she climaxed after only a minute, but continued begging me to fuck her harder. With that stimulus, I rapidly approached my own orgasm. Judging by the jerking and incoherent cries she made, Susan got off one or two more times before I emptied my load into the abused condom.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she sighed weakly when I pulled out before the condom could leak any of my semen into her.

Feeling a bit drained myself, I skimmed off the condom and discarded it before collapsing back on the bed beside her. “You are a firecracker.”

“I know. I mean, my gosh, I’ve never cum like that before.”

I’d been wondering that too, and she’d saved me the awkward question. “I’d like to cum like that again, but I’ll need a little rest, first,” I chuckled. There was a decent chance my meddling might have had something to do with it, but I couldn’t be sure and I didn’t have infinite stamina. I had a slight headache, but it was already fading.

Susan giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing I have extra condoms!” One hand possessively cradled my shriveled penis.

“I have to admit I have a few laid in, too,” I grinned in return. “Do you want to see how many of them we can go through?”

“Yes,” Susan answered, with a matching grin. “But maybe we can talk while you recover.” Her expression turned more serious.

I braced myself for the sort of touchy-feely dialog many girls seemed to feel went hand-in-hand with sex. “Sure. What did you have in mind? Something about the research project?” It was sort of a joke.

“In a way,” was the unexpected answer. Susan rolled on her side so she could look at me. “Help me, Lloyd. Help me be better.”

The strange request triggered so many random thoughts that they jumbled together and all that came out of my mouth was, “huh?” It wasn’t my finest moment. “What do you mean?” I clarified. “You seem plenty good to me!”

Susan brushed the side of my face with a hand. “Thanks, Lloyd. But I do have a problem, a big one, that I think you could help with — and not many people could.” She took a deep breath and released it, then added, “I’m too shy.”

It was a struggle not to laugh in her face, but Susan clearly was serious about it, and it would be rather ungentlemanly of me. “I hadn’t noticed,” I finally responded, making a point of running my gaze down her nude body.

“I’m serious!” she protested, punching me lightly. “It’s different with you — I’m uninhibited, more confident, more open. I don’t know why,” Susan reflected. “I just trust you, I guess.” I started to reply, but she shushed me and continued. “I’m not this way with anybody else. It took me months to open up with Alexandra, and we share the same office! Remember how long it took me to say anything to you besides ‘hello’ and ‘good-night’? Do you know Dr. Reynolds still calls me ‘Susie’ and I haven’t worked up the courage to tell him I hate that name?”

Susan rolled back to stare at the ceiling. “I shouldn’t even be in the graduate program. My parents were so proud I got my bachelor’s degree that I couldn’t tell them ‘no’ when they started talking about graduate school. I passed on a grant application for this year because I was embarrassed to ask for help on it, and then I was afraid to admit I missed the filing deadline. I can’t go on like this.”

“Lots of people have problems, Susan. I’m not exactly a ladies’ man myself, in spite of what you might think. I’m not sure I could help, even if there was something to do.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” She pinned me with a direct look. “I don’t want to feel like I’m asphyxiating every time I’m in a room with strangers; I want to be my own woman. Whether it’s because we just happen to click, or because you’ve been meddling with me, I don’t care — just help me learn to do it with other people!”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit rash? I have no idea what — if anything — I’m doing, and I could make things worse without even realizing it.” I wondered if that wasn’t already the case. “Maybe we should wait until Alexandra’s experiments have gotten a little further along.”

Susan blew a tendril of hair away from her face. “That could take forever; I don’t want to wait.” She stroked a finger gently down my chest to my groin. “Please?”

It would have taken a more principled man than I to resist her plea; I sighed. “I’ll try. Just lie here quietly, okay?”

She wriggled a bit. “Can we get under the covers first? I’m getting a little chilly.”

“I have a better idea,” I said, standing up and offering her a hand. “C’mon.” I grabbed the throw that had gotten kicked off the foot of the bed at some point and started for the hall.

Susan hung back. “Lloyd! Where are you going?”

“The family room; we can sit in front of the fire. The Wagners won’t be home for hours.”

Thus reassured, she joined me and we ghosted naked through the house. The fire had died down, but it only took a minute to poke up the coals and add a few more logs. I’d thought we’d use the couch, but Susan had opted to steal a pillow and camp on the rug closer to the fireplace. Soon we were lying spooned together with the throw around us, watching new flames dart up from the seasoned wood.

“Better?” I inquired.

“Much,” she answered, arching slightly so her butt was planted even more firmly against me.

“Okay, just relax. I’m not going to do anything right away.” Susan nodded, and I closed my eyes. At this range, with her hair tickling my nose, what I thought of as the glow of her mind bloomed in my vision as soon as I started looking for it. I continued concentrating and subtle hints of details began to appear; it was reminiscent of sunspot pictures I’d seen. I had no idea how to manipulate it, but ample reason to believe it was possible. “Hmmm… How to start?”

Self-confidence was a slippery concept, especially since most of my presumed successes seemed to be associated with simpler emotional cues. Reducing Susan’s fear of conflict and failure seemed to be what was needed, but I’d never tried to remove rather than impose a feeling, either. The most workable approach seemed to be establishing a positive feedback cycle, but based on what?

“Tell me if you feel anything happening.” I tried to form an amalgamation of my impressions of Susan, the notion of strong, independent women, attraction, and desire, and then somehow attempt to project that in front of me. Nothing happened for a long time, but then Susan’s glow rippled gently. There was an itch inside my head, and then something twisted in a way I couldn’t describe; the penumbra of the mind in my vision flared, and I lost sight of it as I was seized by a splitting headache.

“Damn,” I cursed softly, seeing stars.

“What happened?” Susan asked, twisting to try and look at me.

“I’m honestly not sure, but I gave myself a heck of a headache.” I tried rubbing my forehead, to no discernable effect. “I think I need some aspirin.” I disentangled myself from Susan and the throw, and then stumped off to the bathroom. On the way back, I made a detour to the liquor cabinet and took a quick shot of Mr. Wagner’s brandy before carrying a pair of snifters back to the family room.

Susan had thrown off the covering and in the glow of the fire looked like every man’s wet dream — at least, every man who didn’t have Alexandra on the brain. I felt a stirring in my groin as I sat down beside her.

“Nightcap?” I asked, handing her one of the glasses.

She sipped it appreciatively; Mr. Wagner had far more experience and financial resources supporting his liquor supply than mere graduate students. Giving me a sly Mona Lisa smile, Susan tilted the glass and spilled some of the alcohol on herself, where it trickled between her breasts and down to her navel. “Ooops!”

I obligingly tossed back the remainder of my drink and leaned over to lick her smooth skin. I sucked the fragrant liquor from her belly and slowly worked my way upwards, kissing and teasing as I went. By the time I was done, her breathing was coming more quickly than when I started, and I was at half-mast. I transferred my attentions to her delectable tits, straining to see how much I could fit in my mouth. I teased first one and then the other nipple until both had hardened between my lips and teeth, and Susan was moaning softly.

“My turn,” she husked as she pushed me away. Susan poured out a little more of her brandy, this time directly on my erect penis, and then drained her glass. She tossed her hair back and it was my turn to moan as she bent and took the tip of my organ in her mouth.

My hips rotated of their own accord, trying to drive my cock deeper into Susan’s mouth. I’d gone perhaps an inch more when she shrieked — muffled by my flesh — and sat up to look at me. I was concerned I’d offended her or gone further than she’d intended, but that didn’t seem to be the problem.

“What did you do to me?” she asked, looking me in the face with wild eyes before dropping her gaze to my crotch. I had no answer, but apparently it wasn’t needed; she hunched over and engulfed me again, this time sucking me in so deep I heard her start to gag. Susan backed off, but only so she could go down on my full length again.

The feeling was incredible. I’d had a girl take me in her mouth before, but it had been nothing like this, and with nowhere near the same enthusiasm. I started bucking back, and we settled into a fast rhythm. I could barely believe this gorgeous girl was servicing me this way; I tangled my fingers in her hair, but I could hardly drive her faster or harder than she was going on her own.

When her rhythm broke down and I realized Susan was climaxing, I couldn’t help blowing my load down her throat. She sat up, coughing, and we both tried to catch our breath.

“Oh, my,” Susan choked. She coughed once more, and then fastidiously wiped an errant drop of semen from her lip and examined me. “I never knew — is it like that for everybody?”

“I don’t think so,” I admitted sheepishly. “You seemed to enjoy it a lot.”

“It was almost as good as getting fucked,” she told me with a gleam in her eye. “The feel of you going into me, it was — well, orgasmic. I want more.”

We both looked down at my deflating penis. I’d already cum three times that evening, which was normally about my limit.

“Please fuck me again, Lloyd.”

I proceeded to make perhaps the stupidest decision of my life, before or after. Whether it was the lure of a beautiful vixen, hormones, the liquor, my own hubris, or more likely a combination of all of them, I closed my eyes and focused inward.

Forgetting that I’d admitted to myself that I had nearly no control or understanding of my ability, and glossing over any distinction between mental desire and physical aptitude, I sank into the glow of my own mind. I thought about my hard organ, the way it felt sinking into Susan, desire for her and Alexandra, and every girl that had ever prompted an erection, and tried to find that peculiar twist that could propel those thoughts.

The next thing I remember was lying flat on the floor with Susan leaning over me asking, “Lloyd! Are you all right?”

I looked down the length of her fire-lit body from her hanging jugs to the hidden juncture of her thighs, above my jutting tool. “Oh yeah,” I said, ignoring the return of my headache, and grabbed for her.

“Oh no you don’t!” she giggled, eluding me. “I left my condoms upstairs!”

We raced back to my room, laughing, and if Susan let herself be caught just short of the bed, I recovered enough to wait for her to cover my throbbing meat with a condom before throwing her backwards onto the bed and covering her. There was no finesse, but she was so wet that none was needed; I sank into her like a hot knife in butter.

We rutted like animals. Susan moaned and shrieked her way through another wracking orgasm, but like a machine my cock remained stubbornly rigid; there just wasn’t enough sensation through the condom. I wanted to be inside her, flesh to flesh. All the same, the point of the condoms hadn’t completely escaped me.

Abruptly, I pulled out of Susan and stripped off the condom.

“What are you doing?” Susan panted.

“Something different,” I told her. “I need more sensation.” I grabbed the tube of Brylcreem from my nightstand and squeezed a generous amount into my hand, then began coating my cock with it.

“I don’t want to get pregnant,” Susan protested half-heartedly. I probably could have just fucked her and she would have let me, but my mind was on a different path by that point.

“You can’t get knocked up this way,” I assured her, kneeling on the bed. “Have you ever had anything up your ass before?” I rolled her. She started kicking and screaming, but I had the advantages of surprise, size, and position. My cock was harder than a tire iron as I pressed it between her cheeks and began forcing myself into her tight anus.

It was the sensation I was looking for. I pressed harder, burying myself deeper inside her. Susan was lying quietly now, crying, but I didn’t need her active participation. I pulled nearly all the way free and then reversed my stroke.

“You bastard,” she sobbed, but her butt rose to meet me as I skewered her again. I smiled and picked up the pace. A few minutes later I’d hauled her to her hands and knees, making it easier to fondle her tits, and we were both pounding away with abandon. I finally climaxed, but not before Susan had shuddered and nearly collapsed beneath me from the force of her own orgasm.

“Don’t ever force me again,” Susan told me flatly after I pulled out and she could roll onto her side to look at me.

I ducked my head guiltily. “I’m sorry, honestly. I think I screwed us both up a little bit.” She was looking at my cock, which was still hard, and seemed to force herself to look up.

“I can’t pretend I didn’t like it, by the end. Just remember I’m not your toy.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Can you fix things?”

“I’m not sure,” I shrugged. “You want to get cleaned up first? This is sort of…” My voice trailed off.

Susan gave me a small smile. “I’d like that. I feel unclean.”

I led her to the bathroom and dug an extra set of towels out of the linen cupboard. “Do you want to go first?”

She considered. “How’s the hot water supply?”

“You won’t have a problem,” I answered. The least I could do was avoid mentioning that the second shower might be problematic if I wasn’t quick. My self-induced lust, or whatever it was, was fading and I felt increasingly bad about raping Susan — there really was no other way to describe what had happened.

“Come in with me,” she decided, “you’re already naked.” I hesitated, and she reached out and hauled me to the tub. “Don’t be an idiot. I forgive you.”

What followed was a lot of soaping and fondling, followed by a stand-up ass-fuck when Susan lowered herself gingerly onto my revived tool. We both orgasmed again, Susan more colorfully than I, and we just had time to clean ourselves before the fading water temperature chased us back to my bed.

We snuggled together under the blankets and quilt, this time face-to-face. “I just wanted us to both enjoy sex,” I explained to Susan. “I’m not sure if I can reverse it or not.”

She gently kissed me. “I trust you, Lloyd. Still. Just do your best — if nothing happens, well, I guess it wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

I closed my eyes and focused on the glow of her mind. I watched it swirl and pulse, resistant to my cautious attempts, but kept trying. At some point, I fell asleep.

Alexandra swayed before me, her hair swirling gracefully in a breeze I couldn’t feel, her body barely concealed beneath a filmy negligee. I moved towards her, naked and rampantly erect, and her ruby red lips formed an “O” of awe as she admired my manhood.

Neither of us shifted position, but somehow she was lying on a bed or large couch and I hovered over her. I drifted closer, the tip of my organ pushing white fabric before it into her sex. She pulled at her nightgown, the sodden material forcing me out, but I pressed it back in again. We embraced, locking our bodies together, and she breathed, “Lloyd,” in my ear as our hips thrust against each other.

I woke as my balls clenched and I jetted into Susan. She had her face buried in a pillow, which served to muffle her shrieks of ecstasy so only I could hear them.

“Good morning,” she greeted me with a wide smile after dropping the pillow.

“Good morning,” I replied, followed a moment later by, “oh, God,” as my mind stumbled into action. I didn’t know what to be panicked about first. It was light out, the Wagners surely must be awake, the bedsprings weren’t muffled, I’d just cum inside Susan, and I hadn’t succeeded in changing us back.

“No, just Susan,” she quipped, disengaging herself from my cock. She relieved one of my anxieties by removing a condom from my erection and discarding it out the side of the bed.

“I wasn’t able to do anything last night,” I confessed.

Susan’s hand tightened about me. “I gathered as much; we’ll both live.” She flashed a grin and disappeared beneath the covers; a moment later I felt her mouth sucking on my heated flesh.

The mental picture of her servicing me this way reignited my carnal desires. My dick felt a bit raw, but jabbing it into Susan until her nose nestled near my balls felt even better. I felt for her body and started fingering her sopping pussy, not that she really needed it, and suddenly it seemed we were in a quiet race to see who could make the other climax first.

I lean back close my eyes and tell you exactly what pops into my head while I’m playing with my vibrator.

There is little structure and no previous thought put into this fantasy. I hope you still enjoy it. Also, I want to share that this is not a normal fantasy for me, so if you liked my last few submissions give this a try, if you didn’t like my them you may really like this one.



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I was well into my first semester of college. The University I chose was close enough to drive to, but my parents thought it would be a good idea to for me to live on campus. I didn’t mind, and actually wanted some freedom. I lived in a single dorm unit and was not having a difficult time of transitioning to life on my own. I had plenty of homework to keep me busy during the week, and I also was working out more. I was starting to enjoy the solitude of a nice long run. There was an area with lots of hills that gave me solitude and a challenge. On weekends, I would occasionally drift home to see my parents, who actually were busy doing stuff themselves. I had not seen Amy since high school graduation. She had left me a couple of rambling messages that I had not returned. I really had no reason to be mad at her. I had enjoyed myself very much during that afternoon with Rick. I guess the reason I was avoiding her was that Amy had exposed a submissive, feminine side I never knew I had. I felt being around her might expose other parts of me I did not know about.

After receiving a text message about a party she was having, I decided to go and visit her. I figured I would be safe at a party, around her stoner friends. When I got there I realized 2 things. 1: Her sister was out of town. 2: It was B.YO.B. Bring your own bong. I saw people smoking pot. They were in the living room, in the kitchen, in the hall-way and all over the place. I saw a group of people in one of the bedrooms. I wondered if she was she supplying all of them.

I stood close to the door and saw that Amy was sitting on the couch and was talking with an unfamiliar man. She seemed serious. They were looking at the screen of her phone and nodding their heads.

“Where are you at man?” Someone said to me.

“I’m just waiting for Amy.” I answered.

He continued on his way. I noticed he was having a conversation with someone else through an earpiece.

She seemed busy, and was probably not going to have time for. I looked around to see if I knew anyone. In particular, I was looking to see if Rick was there. I did not see him. I was getting ready to leave, when a hand touched my shoulder. I was half expecting it to be Rick. Something had me very horny and not in control of what I might do.

“Eric! I can’t believe you came.” Amy said.

She opened her arms and moved forward to hug me. I wrapped my arms around her. It felt good to see her again. She was dressed in black and was barefoot. Her hair was in a pony tail. Her brown eyes looked high, but not from pot. She looked energized by something else.

“How are you?” She asked.

“Good. I am sorry I never answered your messages. I have been getting used to College.” I said

“You are here now. That is nice.”

She told me about how her business venture was going. She said it gave her a sense of purpose. She was soon to get her medical marijuana distributor license, and that this party was the last type party she was going to have. Amy was going to be serious about her future and this was her way of saying goodbye to the past. I commented that I thought she looked very motivated. I told her that the desire that now filled her suited her perfectly.

“You always said the nicest things to me before. I am glad you are here. I know you probably feel out of place, but every moment with me must have felt like this.” She laughed.

“Almost every moment felt odd.” I said. “You were great.”

“How is college life?” She asked.

“It’s too structured.” I said.

“Meet any one new?”

“No. I haven’t”

“Do you still put on my sister’s thong? You left here with it that day.”

I was surprised she mentioned it. I tried not to look too fazed by her question.

“I am joking.” She said.

“How’s Rick, anyway?” I asked.

“He was around here. Something tells me you came by to see him.”

“Amy, I came to see you.” I said.

She was very perceptive. Part of me did want to see Rick. As for the thong, I was wearing it.

“I have some things to do, but I want you to know that we should stay in touch. Not just me, but you returning my messages. I mean it. I want to stay friends. You stood up for me… I was an outcast at that school. I will always have a love for you.” Amy said.

“I know.” I said.

We hugged again, and I so wanted to be her friend in the future. I wanted to think that our differences would not keep us apart completely. I said goodbye to her and left as if walking through a haze.

I gulped at the fresh air once I got outside. I stood on the porch a few moments breathing in the air. Just before I was about to leave, I felt a tongue in my ear, followed by a familiar voice. Rick was standing next to me. I had not realized how tall he really was. That day, neither of us was standing at the same time. He looked the same, except that he was full of a strange energy.

“Eric. How have you been?” He said.

Part of me wished that he had called me Erica. Perhaps, because I was dressed as a man, he called me by my real name. I looked up to him with a look that I was sure conveyed submission to him and to what he could give me.

“I am really busy tonight, but I want to see you again.” He said. “I want to see Erica again. Has she been around?”

“Yes. She has been around. You might be surprised. She looks better these days.”

“I believe it. She was something else. I have her number from Amy. I will call her soon.”

I was disappointed. I so wanted to spend some time with him. I wanted to be treated as before: like a girl. We waved goodbye to each other. I was left with a void. I needed to be satisfied. I got into my car and headed back to campus. I had brought Erica’s outfit with me, in case she was called upon that night. I wanted to cry, but found solace that he wanted to call Erica.

Once back at my dorm, I got out some outfits for Erica that I had been collecting. I had bras, skirts, women’s jeans and blouses. I also had a few shoes. I really had not mastered walking in heels, so I just used flip flops. I also had a pair of pink ballerina type shoes that Erica really felt sexy in. I was also getting better at applying make-up. I always put on very little. I only used a light amount of lipstick.

I stood in front of a full length mirror. I had on makeup and a small amount of red lipstick. I was naked, except for the white thong I had on earlier. I finally chose a pair of black spandex pants and a white blouse. I wore a white padded bra. I put on a pair of pink flip flops. I looked at myself in the mirror from all sides. I really liked the way my ass looked. I had lost a few pounds since high school due to the new exercise routine. My man boobs were only a little smaller. They had not melted away. I kind of wanted more of them now. The padded bras I wore made me feel more feminine. They made Erica feel more feminine.

I pointed my foot out, and extended my leg. I knew I needed to practice walking like a girl. I tried to go slow, moving the thighs very slowly, almost stepping in slow-motion to get a better idea of what I needed to do. I tried to work on the rhythm of my gait. I tried to keep my hands still. I wanted to be a cool girl with no exaggerated movements.

After about an hour of admiring myself and of becoming very horny, I stripped off the clothes and fell onto the bed. I was tired, and wanted to dream of Rick. I remembered the way his hand held onto my hips. I recalled his strong, calloused hands and how submissive he had made me feel.

I woke up the next morning a half hour or so later than usual. I was going to go for a jog. It was still the weekend. I got dressed quickly. Even though it was chilly, I wore shorts. My legs looked very shapely. I hardly had any hair on them, or on my face I was grateful for that. I never worked to get in such good shape while I had played baseball.

There were a few people out jogging. I chose an intermediate path. The hills were not so demanding, as I was not ready for the most difficult hills. My stride was good, as was my motivation.

I thought of Rick mostly. I should have kissed him while I had the chance. I was disappointed in myself.

Tired and sweaty, I headed back to my dorm. There was only one person in the common area. I went into the area to get a drink from the fountain. I nodded hello to him. I knew he was a wrestler. He was an inch or so shorter than my 5’10″ and looked very muscular. After I had my drink, I looked over to him one more time. He was making some notes in a small booklet. He looked up and we made eye contact for just a little too long. I felt it strange we were holding a staring contest. He then motioned to his lips, telling me to look at my lips. I turned around and found a mirror above the drinking fountain. I had lipstick all over my mouth. I had forgotten to take it off the previous night, and while wiping my face it had smudged all over my cheeks.

“Are you all right?” He said, walking towards me.

“I am fine.” I said.

I was embarrassed and wanted to get out of there quickly.

“I prefer darker colors on girls, but that is not bad.” He said.

I looked at him as if he had just dropped from the sky and was going to take me back up to wherever he had come from.

“I have to go and clean up.” I said.

I walked away, and looked over my shoulder once. He was staring at me, yet our eyes did not make contact again. He was looking at my ass as I walked away. My stomach knotted up. My previous experience had been aided by my then girlfriend, Amy. This scenario, if it ever transpired, was strictly on my own.

As soon as I got back to my room, I looked him up on the wrestling website. His name was Alex and he was from a neighboring state. He was sophomore and his major was listed as Urban Studies. He was listed at 5’10 inches tall, which meant he was an inch or two shorter and he wrestled in the 157 pound weight class. He looked cute. He had brown eyes and curly brown hair. I kept playing his words over and over in my head: “I prefer darker colors on girls, but that is not bad.” I wondered if he would ever prefer to be with me.

I tried my best to look out for Alex, but he never seemed to be around. He was not in any of the places that I was looking. I was sure that his comment did not exclude me from what it was that he liked.

We finally spotted each other after one of my runs. He came up to me and said hello. I was very nervous. His eyes were very bright and pierced through me. I wondered if he was imagining me as Erica. He had no clue about Erica was. Not yet, at least.

“How are you?” He said.

“I am fine.” I answered.

“I have some time off this weekend. Maybe we can go for a jog or something.”

“That would be great.” I said, trying not to sound too excited.

I was very excited. He gave off a very vibrant air of confidence.

“Did you have a good run?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said.

His phone suddenly rang and he seemed rushed to answer it.

“I’ll come by tonight to make plans. I have to take this call.” He said.

All my doubts about whether or not his comment was real were starting to fade. He was going to come by my dorm that night. I wasn’t going to be there, but I was sure he would like meeting Erica, and she might just like meeting him.

I went home and took a long shower. I shaved off the few visible hairs on my legs and I touched up my already trimmed pubic area. I put makeup on first. That always took me the longest. I put on some foundation and a little blush. I put on the darkest lipstick I had: a reddish black.

It took me some time picking out my outfit. I decided to wear pink panties and a pink padded bra. I wanted to wear a skirt, but decided a pair of torn at the knee jeans might suit the occasion better. I wanted to get fucked, but did not want to seem desperate. A skirt just begs to be lifted. I chose a light blue top and ballerina shoes of the same color. The last piece of my outfit was my wig: short, straight and black.

I sat down and concentrated on relaxing. I was breathing in deeply and slowly exhaling. A purposeful knock at the door brought me back to the moment. I went over to the door and tried to be confident myself. I knew my body had tightened up since I started running the hills.

“Hello, Alex.” I said, trying to sound docile.

His eyes widened as though he were just given a gift.

“Hello.” He said. “You know, I never did catch your name.”

“Erica.” I said.

I felt so slutty just then.

“Hello, Erica.”

He came into my room. There was no need to make plans. These were the plans.

“Maybe we can get our exercise in here.” He said.

I thought that a wonderful idea.

We had an awkward moment of silence, then, as two horny college kids do, we started to close in on each other. We started to kiss, and I could feel his strong hands search out my body. His hands settled on my hips. His lips were active. I peeked to look at his eyes. They were closed. His body was so strong and I told him so. On cue, he went into the middle of the room and started to undress. He kept his eyes focused, but did not look at me. His chest was impressive. I could tell he was capable of lifting plenty of weight. When he was finally down to just his briefs, he paused and let me take in his beauty. He was a vain young man who had certainly put in the work in the gym over the years.

“Wow.” I said as I was admiring him.

He kept on his underwear, and I wondered if he was hiding a small surprise for me. Or was it a large piece of meat to chew on?

It was my turn now. Without saying anything, I started moving around to a silent beat in my head. I did my best to seem girly. I turned for him so he could see my ass shake for him. I walked backwards into his body. I could feel him under his underwear. There was something solid, just like his body.

Alex grabbed my ass and squeezed. It felt so real. He moved to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned them. That is all the prodding I needed. I had them off quickly, and was presenting myself to him. I removed my top and threw off my shoes. I stood there in bra and panties. I was surprised that I was no thinking about what I was doing. I was being instinctual. He came over to mw and his momentum carried me back onto the bed. He slid off my bottoms. My little worker was very hard. I was expecting some attention from him. He only looked at it and placed a finger on the hole he was looking for.

Alex finally took off his underwear to reveal a penis about the length of mine but twice the width. I was in shock almost. I didn’t think I would be loose enough, or experienced enough to allow him in. I motioned to him that there was some lube on the nightstand. He reached over and got some. He was sort of rough as he applied it into my opening. His hands did not seem gentle at all.

“Up you go, princess.” He said.

“Where am I going?” I said, sounding frightened.

He grabbed both my legs and lifted them in the air. He pressed into me and I gasped. I tried to remember to relax. After a few attempts, he found admission and proceeded. He pushed in. A bareback adventure and my eyes were spilling out of my head. I started to grunt. Not seeming very lady like, Erica was reduced to a grunting whore as he pushed in farther. My own penis was losing all the ambition of earlier. I was in survival mode all of a sudden.

I felt he could have crushed me if he had wanted. It made me wonder if I had ever been an athlete myself.

“Please be gentle, Alex.’

“Quiet, Erica.’ He said.

He closed his eyes. Alex had a stern look on his face. His hands holding onto my legs with a power I am sure he usually saved for the wrestling mat, but here he was using it on me. My feet flopped in the air. His fullness enveloped me with nothing but pain. Any tenderness I had expected for the girly Erica was gone. He continued his power strokes, and I continued hanging on, wanting it to be over. I raised my head to try to get a better view. He was relentless with me. His face was reddening and he held an unflinching stare. Then, finally, things changed a little. I started to pay attention more to what my body was feeling and it did not feel so bad. More, Alex. Violate this bitchy, black haired girl. Do it.

I sensed he had been with a few before me. He was too relaxed and one-minded to be an inexperienced stud. His penetration of Erica was now complete and all that was left was release.

Into Erica he came, and it felt warm and friendly, possibly the only nice thing about him. He was out of breath and wiped away some sweat from his face. Match over.

Alex looked relieved. His face softened now. His scowl was gone. I lay there looking needy. He pulled out his still engorged cock. I grabbed my semi-hard penis as if to present it to him. He laughed and flicked it with his fingers. He was done.

“See you, girl.” He said, as he gathered his things.

“What?” I said.

After the door closed I started to cry. Why was he so rough with me? I wanted him to acknowledge that I needed to be looked after, but he was gone. I needed Erica looked after, and treated like a woman who had given a man something special.

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I’m Campbell Dalton a 21 year old College Junior at Vanderbilt University. My Studies are heavily concentrated in Business and Finance but I haven’t a clue as to what my profession will be. My passion since childhood has been swimming, I was good enough at the high school level to earn a college swimming scholarship and fortunate to chosen by Vanderbilt. A VU degree will get you to the front of the line in almost every Corporate personnel department in the country.

I’ve enjoyed my time at school and the biggest surprise has been how much I like the city. To almost everyone Nashville conjures up guitar playing rubes with twangy voices crying in their beer about lost love. While that idea is spot on for the Country Music industry, that’s only a small part of what this this city has become. It isn’t too large but it’s as comfortable as that pair of sneakers in your closet that you rescued every time your Mom put them in the trash. Being from Atlanta, GA. I thought I wouldn’t like it here, but now I might stay here after college. It’s Atlanta that I don’t really care for anymore. The growth explosion since the 1996 Olympic Games has ruined the city for me.

I am the youngest of the three children of Cortland and Suzanne Dalton. Cortland II , 25, is my older brother and Suzannah Caroline, 23, is my dear sister. Corty, as I’ve called him ever since I could talk, is engaged to Elizabeth Anne Deaver but they haven’t set the date yet. Suze, my sister is working at an Atlanta Law Firm and dating a lawyer and a doctor.

Adding more proof to recent research, I am the second son and I am gay. My Coming Out to my family when I graduated from High School was the biggest non-event in our family history. Both parents said, that they stand with me and love and support me as they always have. Suze, my sister, thought it was so cool to have a gay little brother. Cortland just smiled and said…

“you dog, does this mean I have to warn all my friends about you?”

“no Corty, the ones I’ve seen you with don’t have anything at all to worry about from me.” I replied.

Corty howled laughing. “you’ve only been out two minutes and already making catty remarks.”

Corty and I got along great now that we were both grown ups. We enjoyed each others company and really had a good time together as long as we stayed away from competitive sports. It was dog eat dog when we were playing against each other in anything. Neither of us took losing very well and it was especially bitter to lose to your brother. Luckily, we could leave that in the locker room and it didn’t spill over into our interactions with each other. I was very lucky and extremely happy that my being gay did not affect our friendship. Yeah, my big bro is my friend and that’s so cool. Corty sees it as his job to get me laid. He tries to get me hooked up every time we go out together.

“Yo, Cam… there’s a live one at two o’clock”, or “Dude! would ya look at the package that stud’s swinging!”

The trouble was, he was nearly always right. Corty really had an eye for the type of men I like. I’m still a bit shy and awkward talking about guys I like with Corty. He has threatened to bring one of his hand picked guys over to meet his gay little brother, if I don’t get off my butt and make a move on someone. God help me, my brother’s my pimp!

Sometimes I wondered if Corty was living out his own desires for men through me. I decided that I would have to talk to him about that someday soon before he got married. Regardless, I knew that he would marry and be the dutiful son that the II after his name demanded. It’s his nature to do the right thing, not make waves and to hold a true and steady course. Almost the exact opposite of his little brother.

With me away in Nashville we didn’t see much of each other but a couple of times a year he’d come up by himself and we would have a great time together. We always made the Vandy-UGA football game, he’d come to Nashville one year and I went to Athens with him the next.

I knew I was gay in high school but I am still a virgin. I’ve grown to be 6’2″ tall, 160 lbs. light brown hair and brown eyes with a slim, well toned swimmer’s body. I was pleased with my looks even here at Vandy where it seemed that every other male student we met was as handsome as a GQ cover model.

We were in the first semester of my Junior year and I was really stressed with studying for exams and competitive swimming. While at the library working on a paper I felt natures call and headed for the Men’s room downstairs. As I entered I heard a groan then a stall door flew open and a guy ran by me and out the door. I looked back to the stall and there stood Cullen Fortson, his pants and shorts around his ankles and his very substantial cock, shiny and wet, bobbing in the air.

Cully, as we all called him, was the friend of a friend and we were together every so often just hanging out with the guys… I turned to leave and he said…

“Campbell, don’t go, …please..”

My heartbeat raced when I saw Cullen standing there with his big cock bobbing in the breeze.

Cullen and I ran with the same crowd most times. We were cordial but never had a private talk or interacted other than as a part of a group. In my personal opinion Cullen was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I was not alone, he attracted women like a bee to honey.

Over the past two years we had sort of eyed each other every chance we got. Nothing really but we both had caught the other staring, I know I was secretly wishing to hook up for my first hot sex session. I can’t begin to guess what Cully was wishing for. At college we were constantly with other male companions so those of us who were inclined to be attracted to men were extremely careful not to appear to be gay in any way.

I was content with just looking at him, I was not in his league looks wise. I know I’m not a troll by a long shot but when Cullen is around I feel like the ugliest man alive. No one can compare to him in my eyes, when Cully walks by, men and women turn to watch him. Guys like him have their pick of the crop, that is partly why I was so stunned at walking in on his ‘blow job’.

“Cully, I’m sorry for the interruption…uh, really … I need to pee…..badly.”

and I stepped over to the urinal.

I heard Cully straightening his clothes. When I was finished and drying my hands he said…

“Cam..let me explain….”

“Cully…you don’t owe me any explanations…your sex life isn’t my business. Really all I saw was you with your pants down and a big shiny wet cock swaying in the breeze. If you ever need any one to verify the fact, I can truthfully swear that you’ve got a big one!”

Cully grinned and reddened in a blush.

“Still, Cam I’d like to talk to you about this if you’ll let me..”

“Cully…it’s stays right here, I will not tell anyone about what I saw, that’s a promise.”

“He let out a big sigh, thanks Campbell, I appreciate that. If you haven’t figured it out, I’m gay. You are the only one at school that I’ve told. I’m not even sure why I told you. I guess I just want you to know what it’s like to have these desires that have to be satisfied in dark rooms. Clandestine meetings that are never talked about. I’d never seen that kid that high tailed it out of here when you came in. I was at the urinal and he reached over and grabbed my cock and I let him give me a blow job. Part of one anyway.”

I laughed at that last part. “Sorry Cully, he left you high and dry didn’t he.”

“yeah, back to a hand job again tonight.”

“Poor guy, it sort of makes me sorry I for you.” I said.

Cully smiled at me and I said…

“but not that sorry….you’ll have to take care of it yourself, Dude.”

“Cam…I didn’t mean…I,…aww shit…no you got the wrong idea….damn..I’m sorry.”

“take a deep breath and relax Cully. I’m just jerking your chain here, giving you a hard time. I would have probably done the same as you…I don’t know if I could turn down an offer of a blow job either… I know it sure does get horny here all of the time.”

“Campbell will you let me take you to dinner, I’m getting hungry, and we’ve never really talked much, I’d like to get to know you.”

“Sure. I’m hungry too, let me get my things upstairs and I’ll meet you out front.”

As I headed back to the library to get my things all I could think about was Cullen’s huge cock. His was the first I’d ever seen hard other than my own. Cully was a great looking man, dark brown hair, Emerald Green eyes, about 5″9, 140 lbs. and a killer cock as I had just found out. My uneducated guess is it that it’s close to 9 inches long and 6 or 7 in circumference. It’s really Big!. I knew what I’d be jacking off to tonight. I could feel my cock swelling and tried to force Cully’s handsome face, torqued body, little round butt and that great big cock from my mind.

He was waiting as I came out and we headed off to his car.. He drove us out West End Ave. to the Belle Meade Buffet. I turned my back more to the door so I could see Cully as he drove and we talked. As I looked at him I became aware of his profile which made me get hard. Damn, he is too effing handsome for my own good. I thought about his trim hot body, hoping that his chest was as thickly furred as his legs. Long silky brown hair below the knees and shorter and curlier on the thighs. A good looking hairy man turns me on like crazy!

As we ate he started talking again about the scene at the library…

“I am ashamed that you saw that Campbell. I should have better control of myself. I’m really lucky it was you instead of Campus Police. It’s hard to say no when a guy has your dick in his hand asking if he can suck it.”

I could feel the blood rush to my face, If he only knew that was exactly what I longed to do to him. I was blushing again..

“shit, I’m so sorry Campbell, I shouldn’t be talking like this to you and over our dinner too. Sometimes I just don’t think ahead.”

We finished and were driving back to campus when Cullen asked…

“Cam, you ever had a guy give you blow job?”

“No…never…uh..I’ve never had one at all. What’s it like?”

“it feels so good but you have to be there, there’s just no way to describe it.”

“so Cully, when did you know that you were gay?”

“I was thirteen, the older brother of one of my friends talked me into jacking off with him. We had just started when he told me to close my eyes and not open them until he said to. I closed them and the next thing I knew he was sucking my cock. It felt so good. He didn’t finish me off but asked if I’d suck him. I knew I wanted to. When I took his cock into my mouth I just new that it was what I wanted. I’ve never looked back.”

“But Cully, you’re a handsome guy you could have any girl in school.”

“Cam I’m gay, I don’t want any girl. I want a guy like you, athletic, tall and handsome as he can be.”

“y… think I’m handsome? don’t you ever look in a mirror? You are the most handsome guy I know!

“Yes, Campbell, I think you are handsome, and to me you’re about as sexy as a guy can be. Sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but it’s the truth. If you were gay I’d be after you big time.”

I know I was beet red again, blushing like crazy. Cullen Fortson thinks I’m handsome and sexy too! I wanted to tell him I’m gay. I don’t know why I couldn’t say it, it just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. He looked over at me and said…

“Oh damn it…Cam, please don’t get all uptight … I’m not trying to put the make on you. I really do like you and want you to be my friend …shit..why can’t I keep my mouth shut, I’m sorry Campbell..All I’ve done tonight is apologize to you!”

“ did take me to dinner!” I said.

Cully gave me this incredulous look and then burst into laughing, I laughed too and we were soon roaring, letting all the tension between us flow out with the laughing. He punched my arm…”

“you’re a goofy little shit…Thanks Campbell, we’re going to be good friends, I can tell.”

We were back on campus and were walking to our dorm rooms. We stopped at the place where we would go our separate ways to our rooms.

“well, this is it, I guess. Thanks for the dinner Cully, and I meant what I said earlier. I wont tell anyone about the library.”

“thanks again Cam, guess I’ll go finish what he started”

“Cully if you want to talk more or just hang out, you can come to my suite. No roommate this semester.”

“Really, I’d like that, I’ve really enjoyed your company tonight. We can continue getting to know each other, Great.”

My heart was racing, why did I ask him too my room? I guess I knew the answer. He’s gay, and maybe the best looking man I’ve ever seen and he thinks I’m sexy. I guess I want something to happen. Who am I kidding, I know I want something to happen! Tonight!

In my suite we both had to pee really bad. I started to pee in the shower stall when he said we’d share the toilet and moved to one side.

“you’ve already seen what I’ve got and at it’s best too. Now I get to see yours.”

I went red as a beet again. I couldn’t even look at him or his cock. I was so afraid I would get a boner. It didn’t help, I felt my cock thicken, I looked up and Cully was staring at my face, not my cock. That did it, I went fully hard. His eyes bored into mine. I started trying to put my cock back in my pants but it wasn’t going to fit with a hard on. Cam glanced down at my movement then quickly back to my eyes.

“I’m sorry Cully. You looking into my eyes made me get hard.”

“That’s okay Cam. Every guy’s cock has a mind of its own, that’s for sure. Besides, now we’re even, I’ve seen you hard too!”

We finished and went back into the room, I pulled off the sweatshirt I was wearing and wore only a tee shirt and jeans. I toed off my Weejuns and went barefoot.

“If you want to get comfy feel free Cully.”

As he pulled off his polo pullover I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His tee shirt rode up with the pullover and I saw his rippled abs and flat stomach and he was covered in dark silky hair…

YES! My cock twitched and I jumped, it had never done that before. That glimpse of Cullen’s hairy

torso would feed my Cullen Fortson jack off fantasies for many weeks to come. Seeing him standing there in a tee and jeans with his dark hair mussed, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I started getting hard again. He noticed, and smiled.

We lay on the two beds facing each other. He started asking about my home and growing up. After I had related my life story to him he asked…

“So Campbell, when did you know you were gay?”

I was stunned and couldn’t talk for a moment. Then I decided, NOW CAMPBELL, tell him now. I was up and pacing back and forth.

“er…I… was my freshman year in high school. I SAID IT! I actually said it. gosh I felt so much better.”

“What?…Cam…do you know what you just said to me?”

“Yes, I told you I’m gay too.”

“Really!…I was just jerking your chain… teasing…gosh..are you really gay?”

“Yes, I really am….but, I’ve never been with anyone…only my family knows…and now you. I’ve never done anything with a guy, it’s tough to admit that I’m 21 and I’m still a virgin.”

“Wow…Cam…what I said earlier..I really did mean it.”


“I said if you were gay I’d be coming after you I meant that, still do. When you’re ready to have sex with a guy, if you want to do it with me, I sure want to be with you. Like I said, you’re my kind of man.”

“Cullen…I think I’m ready now. There’s no one I would rather be my first than you. I just don’t know what to do. Will you show me Cully, I’m new at this.”

Cully sat up on the edge of the bed facing me and he smiled, opened his legs, hooked a finger in my belt loop and pulled me between his legs. Smiling up at me, he unbuttoned my top button and like any good pair of 501′s the slightest tug opened all the fly buttons magically.

Cully’s eyes got big when he saw I was going commando. He pushed the 501′s off my hip and they fell to the floor I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Cully smiled at my muscled thighs and stiffening cock. When he stood and pulled my tee shirt over my head, a gasp escaped his throat…

“Oh wow! Cam, I didn’t know…oh my god! you are so ripped! wow!..your body! That’s so hot! Cam…you’re… uh…y…you are so beautiful.”

he stammered as he ran his hands over my rippled abdomen, awestruck, he looked at my face and then back to my smooth chest and abs..

“your body is so smoking hot! Damn, who would have guessed this?”

“I’m a swimmer, Cully, remember? The whole team looks like this.”

Cully laughed…”I know those guys Cam…and no one else on the swim team looks like this!”

He said as his hands were all over my chest and stomach. He asked that I turn around and I heard his groan as his hands cupped my butt.

“yeah, well ..okay..I guess, you really like my bod, huh?”

“Oh yes, Sir. Cam those body suits you wear in swim meets hide all this. I really like your body a lot. I don’t mean this in a bad way, Cam…but I never guessed you had a smoking hot body like this under your clothes…yuummm…WOOF!”

I laughed at his ‘woof’ thinking it was cute and was flattered that he liked my body so much.

“No other guy on that team can hold a candle to you. There may be some with more muscle but none who look as good as you do. Oh yeah…it’s’re really hot Cam…a real turn on. I have to take off these pants now Cam…you’ve got me so hard I’m hurting down there.”

Cully stood and before his hand touched his top button, my fingers were there undoing the button and in one move I pulled Cully’s pants and shorts down to his ankles. Cully’s cock sprang up and slapped his belly then back down to hit my cheek as it bounced around. I nearly ripped his tee shirt off him. I could hardly believe my eyes, one glance at a naked, hard and very hairy Cullen took my breath away. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My body trembled and a deep moan escaped from deep within me. I felt my testicles rising up…oh no…this can’t be… no …no…NO!

“Oh my god…Cully…I can’t stop it….oh no

…no…ooohhh! uuunnnggghhh! Ohmigod.”

Standing there in my dorm suite looking at a very naked Cullen not three feet away absolutely made me cum without either of us touching the other. I didn’t touch my cock. The orgasm was intense. The first spurt of my cum made a splat sound on Cully’s abs. Two more followed in almost the same exact place. I fell back onto my bed. Mortified that he saw the effect he had on me and ashamed that I had so little control. I hoped he wasn’t upset. It probably happens all the time to him. I was reluctant to look at him, my eyes had been clamped shut since my first volley of cum was fired.

“C…C…Campbell? are you okay there Cam?…man that was just the hottest thing I have ever seen. To have this tall, gorgeous swim team stud stand in front of me and get his nut and watch him shoot his cum three feet in the air to hit my stomach. Way Hot Campbell, TOO HOT!

“Cam…I gotta get my hands on you…I need to touch and hold you Campbell. I’ve never been with anyone like you. I could cum just looking at you.”

“!..don’t do that yet Cullen? One of us is enough. I’m so sorry I blew like that but looking at all of you like that…I knew I never see or be with anyone as beautiful as you again. I’ve never had anything make me cum before without being touched. Not even a wet dream. Now I want to learn, I want you to teach me how to make love to a man, to you.”

“Cam, I want to touch you, feel you, yours is the hottest body I’ve ever seen this close. I’ve just gotta play with it, lick those abs and nips. I promise I wont forget about that big beauty of a cock you’ve got there. It’ll be ready for another round soon. I’m not going to tell you what I want you to do. I will tell you if something hurts or I don’t like it, I don’t want you to stop, just try something else. The same goes for you, tell me to stop if you don’t like anything I do. This is all about pleasure and enjoying each other.

I want to hold you and press our bodies close together, I’ve never lain in bed and held a man in my arms. It’s always been wham bam and done before I had a chance to enjoy it. I really want to make love to you Campbell. I’ll be kissing you all over, especially your lips. If it gets to be something you don’t want to do just say stop and I will. I want your first time to be magical Campbell. I want you to never ever forget this night.”

I nodded giving my okay, too nervous to trust my voice. As Cully kicked out of the clothes at his feet I ogled his perfect body, hardening my aching cock even more. Cully was almost as ripped and sculpted as I am. He has a slightly pumped chest, stomach rippled and hard as a board, he had that wonderful sexy dark fur covering his pectorals and a thick treasure trail splitting his abs, past his navel and into this thick neatly trimmed pubic hair. I took my time and just drank in his image now before me. Cullen was beautiful all over. At 5’9″ and 140 lbs. he was thin but firm and wiry. His body was almost all muscle with no fat on him anywhere. His body was perfectly proportioned except for that outsized cock.

A little time in the weight room and he’d be as ripped as me. He turned and bent to pick up his clothes and my hard cock twitched again as I looked at his cute little round and furry bubble butt. In my fantasies I dreamed of a body like his, a cock like his and a handsome man like him.

I lay down on the bed and patted it, inviting him lay down beside me. Immediately I felt his heat, I turned on my side making more room and to be able to look at him and he did the same, I noticed that we both had very hard cocks. I smiled at him…

“okay Cully, I’m all yours, you’ll have to tell me what you want me to do, this is all new to me but I want to learn. I want you. Do what you wish with me, I’m yours tonight.”

Cullen’s hand started roaming my chest. There is very little hair there except for the patch between my pectorals and the thin trail of hair that led from there to my navel and beyond. When Cully’s fingers pinched a nipple I moaned deep in my throat. He moved one leg to cover mine and his knee rested against my testicles. I shivered in anticipation. He raised his arm and put it on my side and around my back, then pulled me close and our bodies touched together.

ELECTRIC! That moment our bodies touched was like fireworks exploding inside my body, goose flesh ran rampant over me, shivers ran up and down my spine. My arm went around him and I automatically pulled him closer, we were touching from chest to toes. He looked into my eyes and I stared back at him, trying to fathom his thoughts.

Slowly, he or was it me, leaned closer, we were so close I was breathing in his breath. His eyes closed but I kept mine open waiting, wanting to see what came next. Then our lips touched and it was my tongue ran along his bottom lip seeking entry to his mouth, When he opened his mouth and our tongues met, fireworks exploded again. I tingled from head to toe. Cullen moaned deeply molding his body more tightly to mine.

I was home, I knew that this was what I’d been missing. Nothing in my fantasies about this moment when I was jacking off could have prepared me for just how magic this feeling was. Our groins ground together our cocks dueling to see which could coat the other with the most pre-cum in the shortest time. Finally we broke apart to gasp in air. Both of us were totally surprised at the intensity of that shared kiss. Cully couldn’t speak…he just stammered incoherently.

Somehow I had taken control and it was me feeling his body, running my hand down his back and cupping his perfect furry cheek. I ran my other hand down his chest, over his abdominals and on down to grasp his hard cock in my hand causing him to give a little yelp of surprise. The feel of his cock in my hand was wondrous. The size of it, the heat, the silky skin covering his steel hard unyielding shaft. My thumb roamed over his glans, prompting another deep groan from him. As Cullen opened his eyes mine stared straight into his.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? I never dreamed you’d be like this Cam, you’re wonderful!”

“So are you Cully, Believe me I would have remembered this. Yes this is the first time I’ve ever touched a man sexually and it is just about the best thing that I’ve ever experienced. This is so hot! You’re so beautiful inside and out. I can hardly believe Cullen Fortson, the hottest, best looking guy on campus is in my bed with me.”

Cully’s hand had encircled my cock while I was speaking. He slowly jacked it as he listened and I aped his movements. Our eyes met again and I kissed him with an hunger and passion I didn’t know I possessed. I had to have him, this kiss was more insistent, harder, more masculine, driven by my passion, my lust. I never knew I could want a man so much. When I pulled away I was exhilarated, Kissing a man was so very intense, sexual pleasure flooded my body.

Man Sex! This is me. This is what I want. I became the aggressor, I rolled atop Cully’s body, grinding my cock into him and lightly bit a nipple bringing out a loud moan from within him, I reached and took the back of his neck in my hand and pulled his lips to mine and my tongue probed deeply into his mouth, gliding over his teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth with the tip of my tongue and his cheeks. I nibbled at his lips, biting just hard enough to surprise him, never to hurt him.

My lips traced from his ear to his neck leaving little kisses there, then over to a shoulder, a lick and kiss there. My tongue traced down into the little valley created by his collar bone kissing, and licking his sweet smelling skin. Not knowing what I should do I decided that I would do the things I thought would feel good. I was on autopilot I just started doing things and felt lucky that he liked it. Cullen began to moan and move about on the bed.

I became his sensual lover, doing my best to arouse, please and tease his delicious body. I raised his arm and buried my nose in his armpit, sucking in the aroma of man, then licking and laving the curls there with my tongue.

Down his chest my hands and lips trailed fire onto his skin as they traveled ever downward toward his neatly trimmed pubic hair. At his crotch I inhaled again, his man scent filled my nostrils, a scent his alone, his scent that sent a river of blood surging, throbbing into my aching cock, as the sweet taste of his groin lingered in my mouth.

I sucked and licked at his crotch and Cullen thrashed about moaning and calling out my name. His calling my name while he was so aroused only fueled my desire as I took his dripping cock in hand. I looked up into his eyes as my tongue snaked out and licked the dew drop from his slit. His body shuddered and I quickly plunged my mouth onto the first cock I would ever suck. Cully lost all control as his body and legs tensed and he filled my mouth with my first taste of a mans semen.

His cum was my prize. A different taste to be sure, but not at all disagreeable. I knew that taste aside, making him ejaculate in my mouth was something I would want to do over and over with Cullen. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough as it dribbled off my chin onto his testicles. As the flow slowed and I gently nursed at the softening cock I chuckled when I realized what I had just done. I had just finished the ‘blow job’ I interrupted earlier!

I felt a gentle tug on my shoulders as Cullen pulled me up into an embrace and a long soulful kiss. When we parted, I was a bit embarrassed and had a shy look on my face because I had never been the aggressor in anything ever. It was a total surprise to me and to Cullen too.

“Cam… got into you…you did that like you’ve been sucking cock forever. Why..what made you do that? Please, don’t get me wrong, I truly loved all that you did it was just such a complete surprise to me.”

I gave him a shy smile…

“me too Cully, I’m just as surprised as you are. Your hot furry body really turns me on. It just seemed like what I was supposed to do. Caught up in the moment, it just came naturally to me. I hope that this stays just between us please. I’m not ready to come out on campus yet.”

“your secret is safe with me Cam. I’m not ready for that either. I only hope we can do this again, and again and again.”

“tonight was my first time, I will never forget this. Thank you Cullen, it was so much more than I have ever dreamed of. Thank you for being my first Cullen. I get the feeling that any future partner would be a downgrade for me. I started with perfection”

“me too, Campbell, maybe we just ought to stay with each other” He said half jokingly but I think we both knew that this was special. This was different.

“You’re the fourth man I’ve been with in the five years since I came out. But Campbell, you are the only man who has ever made love to me. That’s what you were doing, that wasn’t just sex, that was making love. And Mr. Dalton, I’m pleased to tell you that you aced the course in making love to Cullen Fortson.

I’ve never felt a passion like we just shared, you took control and made me feel an excitement sexual pleasure that I have never known. You are a special lover Campbell. uh..Cam…uh.. you do know that this is just halfway over.. right? My turn now you sexy stud, I get to ravage your smoking hot body. I can hardly wait.”

“Oh wow, I had completely forgotten about that. Making love to you and your body was such a turn on for me that all I could think about was getting you off. I hope I like receiving half as much as I liked giving pleasure to you Cully.”

“Trust me Cam. You’re gonna like this, I guarantee it.”

“Cullen, as long as it’s you doing it, I know I will like it.”

I jumped up and stepped into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth to clean Cullen’s stomach and testicles of the pre-cum and what had dribbled from my mouth. As I gently cleaned his body, Cully smiled and gently traced his hand up and down my chest and stomach letting the back of his hand bump into my still hard cock. He took the washcloth, folded it over and wiped my chin and mouth then pulled me down into another long soulful kiss.

Gasping for air we broke apart. Cully pushed me onto my back and rolled to lay atop my anxious body, hard cocks dueling as they ground into each other. Oh good god, I love the way his hairy body feels against my skin

He attacked my nipples, one with his mouth and the other with his fingers bringing a roar from deep within my chest. Inching down, his lips and tongue explored each and every ripple on my abdomen. Cully’s breathing came in gasps as he worshiped my body. His lips moved to the hard love handles over my hips and tongued each of them. Moaning I spread my legs to give him more room as he continued his loving trip down my body.

Just when I was ready to feel my cock in a man’s mouth for the first time, he bypassed it and dove onto my testicles sucking in both and rearing his head back to pull hard on my sac. His stretching the inner cords there brought a low, guttural growl from me followed by thrashing and flailing my arms and legs.

“ohmigod Cully…oh that feels so good”

Cully had a twinkle in his deep green eyes as he released my sac…

“turn over Cam” he instructed.

I lay there spread eagle, face down with Cullen laid out on my back. It felt so good I wiggled my body a bit trying to get more of his skin touching mine. I sighed at his wonderful fur tickling my skin.

“oh Cully, this is so good…you feel so good on me …ooohhh yes…”

Cullen stretched his arms out over my arms and our hands clasped. He moved his hips very slightly pushing his hard cock along my ass crack. Rubbing his body against mine. Kissing and licking the back of my neck, below my ear, he slowly moved down the back side of my body. Tracing my muscled lats that veed down to my slim waist. Moving farther down, his vision was filled with my hard little butt. He let his tongue trace along the crack all the way to my sac again. Rising, he blew a breath across my furry cheeks and watched as they pimpled in goose flesh.

Holding each cheek he gently spread them and moved his face in and stabbed his tongue into the wrinkles there. My body was shocked when his tongue licked at my opening, I raised to my knees and groaned as my hips went wild for his tongue. This only pushed my core tighter to Cullen’s mouth as he tongued, kissed and laved my butt.

I was all over the bed, arm and legs flailing, moans and groans coming in gasps. Cully saw my testicles rise to firing position and he quickly withdrew his mouth and began stroking me gently with his hands. Letting me recede back from the brink of orgasm. Cullen moved and lay on his side and I turned to him, shivered and pulled him into a tight embrace. I stared into his eyes, somehow I thought I could pull him into me with my eyes. Finally he closed his eyes and lay his head on my shoulder with his lips touching my neck and he let out a sigh of contentment.

We rested only a few minutes until Cullen was on the move again. He gave me a little peck on the lips and said..

“you’re gonna love this!”

He moved quickly to sit on his knees between my legs. He reached for my cock, pulled it to his lips and looked up into my wide eyes as he sank my considerable 8″ long cock in his throat all the way to it’s base. His throat massaging my cock and filling me with more unknown new sensations.


This was my first time to feel my cock in any mouth, but to have it in Cully’s was heaven, he took it all, his nose buried in my crotch as I moaned and grunted and never wanted this feeling to end.

He pulled back to the glans and circled it with his tongue and plunged back down, back up, swirl, plunge down. Cully’s passion settled into the ancient rhythm known to men who love men the world over. Bobbing, twisting and plunging, deep throating my cock. He had me writhing in ecstasy as he devoured me. Cully slowed allowing me to ebb back, then he plunged back into that rhythm that vibrated my entire being.

This feeling in my cock and balls was all that existed in my world, I felt it coming, that deep tingle in my testicles and the rush of semen up the shaft of my cock and into the waiting throat of my handsome companion. Spurt after spurt I emptied myself into Cullen’s eager mouth. Yelling, laughing, roaring…

“suck me, suck me, take it all.”

The reality far surpassed any notion I had of what my first time would be.

As I fell back exhausted Cullen suckled on my softening cock, his head lying on my hip, his hand cradling my testicles. When he had returned to kiss me and lay beside me I said…

“Oh Cullen….you were so right…thank you…I never dreamed sex could be like this….”

“Cam, there’s more. You probably wont believe it but there more that feels even better than this. We wont do it tonight. But if you’re willing I want us to do this again. Let me show you what else I can do to make you feel even better that what we just did.”

I looked into Cully’s eyes, seeing a fear there I hadn’t seen before. Was he afraid I would reject him! Me say no to another night like this? Say no to him? Not very damn likely!

“Yes Cullen, we’ll do anything you want, is tomorrow too soon?”

I said as I cupped his face in my hand and gently kissed him. I wanted to reassure him that we were okay. No need for his fear. We would do this many, many nights.

He let out a big sigh of relief…

“no it’s not too soon, if anything it’s too long to wait but we have to. We’ve had a good workout tonight. We need the rest.”

Cully got up and headed for the bathroom. When he came back he went to his clothes and started to put on his shorts..

“What are you doing Cully?”

“Getting dressed to go back to my room”

“Oh…er… ah…I was hoping you would stay and sleep with me”

“Really Cam?”

“yes, really,…Cully. I like the way you feel against me. I like the way you kiss me, there’s going to be a long list of things I like about Cullen Fortson. But most of all I just want to be with you. Please stay tonight”

“oh gosh..Yes! I’d love to be with you and to sleep with you Campbell.”

Cully dropped the shorts and leaped back to the bed. I turned him and spooned to his back pulling him close into my arms. As we snuggled up, I bent down slightly and kissed the top of his head. The way he felt against my body, my arms holding him to me…it all felt so right. Cullen’s smaller body molded perfectly to my taller one. Our bodies were touching from feet to our cheeks. We were sexually drained, physically exhausted, emotionally fulfilled and excited beyond reason. This was supposed to be!

“Good night you sexy man and thank you Cam, you are a fantastic lover.” Cullen whispered.

“ha, just look at what I had to love on, that fur, your hot body and that killer cock got me all worked up, not to mention the kisses from those perfect lips. mmmm WOOF! you are the hottest, sexiest man I know Cully.”

I smiled again and snuggled up closer and held Cully tightly as we drifted off to sleep. Just before dawn, I woke with my cock in Cully’s mouth again. I stretched and moaned…

“oh that’s so nice, what a way to wake and take on the world. Ooooo you do that so good Cully.”

“I’m truly inspired Cam. I’ve never been fortunate enough in my few experiences to have someone who looks like you do, feels as good as you and there’s something else to..we just seem to click… we’re more than just the two of us.”

He dove back onto my hard cock with a fury, back into that rhythm he knew so well, plunge down, back up, swirl, plunge. I was helpless, just hanging on to the bed as he worked his magic on my cock.

“OOOOHHHH CULLY! CULLEN NOW, NOW, aarrrggghhh! OH, OH, OH, oh, oh…that feels so good. so good, oh Cully you’re so good…”

He crawled back up to kiss my lips and hold me as I floated back to earth from my orgasmic high.

“oh Cullen, you do that so well, I could get used to this very make me do things I didn’t know I could do.”

“I told you that you inspire me Cam. I want to pleasure your body anytime you’re willing. I go a little crazy loving on you. you’re so special”

I was absent absentmindedly stroking Cully’s back rubbing up and down slowly. I let my hand roam lower and cupped one melon shaped cheek in my hand, caressing and rubbing.

“any more of that and I might not be able to wait until tonight Cam. I’ve got a special treat for you tonight remember.?”

“I remember Cully, only I find it hard to believe that you can top what we did last night and just now.”

He chuckled deep in his throat…

“have faith Campbell and trust me, I haven’t steered you wrong yet have I?”

“uh uh, I’d have to say that you’re steered me perfectly, Cullen. You’ve aced your course in loving on Campbell Dalton, for sure. Lets get some sleep, okay, good night”

“sounds good, good night Babe…oh no…shit…I’m sorry Cam that just slipped out. I’m sorry.”

“calm down Cully, it’s okay. it’s no big deal, Okay”

“sure Cam, everything just feels so good, that just slipped out. thanks for being such a good guy.”

“I know…you too Cully, now let’s get to sleep….good night…….Babe.”

Cully giggled, then I joined in and we had a good long laugh and even some playing and tickling and cuddling both drained and fulfilled we drifted off to sleep. A great end to a great evening together.

My alarm sounded at 7:30 am, slowly we stretched and rubbed against each other and fought off the impulse to reach for the other and make love again. I watched as Cully dressed and a smile spread across my face.

“so Babe, what time are you going to be free tonight?”

Cully flushed, embarrassed by his faux pas from last night. He looked sheepishly to Cam and said,

“I’m really am sorry I said that last night…it just came out accidentally. I was just so comfortable with you all night and so thrilled when you wanted me to stay. That was the best night of my of my life. You were fantastic. I’ve had sex before but you made love to me. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget last night either and hopefully tonight will be even better for you, for us……uh..oh yeah, my last class is over at 4 and I have to do some research at the library…and no not in the Men’s room! I got all I need there last night when I got you. I should be free by 7, how about you?”

“Swimming is the last thing on my list every day and I’ll finish tonight about 6. You want to have dinner together Cully?

“Sounds like a plan, where do you want to eat Cam. Want to go to Ireland’s?”

“We can be naked together here until tomorrow morning or later. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have any classes do you?”

“none for me” Cully replied

“great that means we can stay naked until Monday morning, you think you’re up to that?”

“Cully, how about this. Lets meet here at my room, I’ll order a pizza and we can stay here, naked until Monday. “

“I’m in. I’m not leaving you until you tell me to go away and stay away. A weekend naked with you! Ye-ow!”

Cullen leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips good bye as he started to leave but I grabbed his arm, spun him around and slammed the door in one motion as I stuck my tongue down his throat and hugged him to me. He put his arms around my neck and held on as my kiss rocked our minds and bodies. When we broke from the kiss we both were trembling, taking ragged breaths and staring into each others eyes. Cully spoke first…

“Campbell, when you look at me like that it scrambles my brain, I can’t think straight and all I want to do is be in your arms. After tonight, we need to spend some time getting to know each other with our clothes on, okay. Those eyes of yours are nearly lethal, you may have to wear shades tonight, and anytime we’re together for a while. I don’t trust myself when you look at me like that. You know the feeling when you’re on a roller coaster and go down that first hill, your stomach does that flip as you fall downward, well that’s what your eyes do to me when you stare at me like that. Cam, I gotta run or I’ll be late for class…here’s my cell number text me yours. I gotta run, bye….Babe”

I stood there staring at the door Cully had just closed. I chuckled at that parting shot of Babe” from him. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, started to take off my shorts then realized that I was still naked after our sex session…no it wasn’t sex, Cully had said we made love. That seems to be a more accurate description for me too. I stepped into the warm spray and let it soothe my body.

I wished Cullen was here, it would be fun to take a shower with him and I could just imagine where that would lead to. I finished up, dressed and headed out for breakfast. As I sat and ate alone again I wished Cully was there to talk to. Suddenly a thought came to me and I flipped open my phone and called my brother Corty.

“Hey Little Bro, what’s going down in Music City?”

“aw, nothing special, just your little brother losing his virginity last night. Other than that, it’s Dullsville here.”

“WHAT! You finally did it…that’s great little bro just became a man! Judging by your tone I’m guessing you had a good time. Who’s the stud that took your cherry bro”

“Oh Corty, I never knew sex could feel so good. His name is Cullen Fortson and he’s from Louisville, a Junior like me and he’s about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He thinks your little bro is ‘handsome and sexy as all get out’ his exact words.”

“you really sound happy Campbell…this guy must be something special.”

“yeah, he is. He’s coming back to tonight and we’ve got all weekend to fool around. He says he’s got a special surprise for me tonight. I’d be very, very happy with a repeat of last night. Corty, I can’t stop grinning. I feel so good.”

“Hey bro, as long as he’s the right guy, there’s nothing wrong with falling for your first partner. Just go with the flow, you’re a smart guy. You’ll know if he’s for real or not.”

“Yeah,. I do..he’s the real deal Corty…you’re gonna like him, I just know it. I’ve got to head out now, I just had to let you know my news. I’m glad you’re my brother Corty. I love you… I gotta go, later..oh be sure to say hi to Mom and Dad, Liz, and Suze for me…bye.”

As the day progressed I found myself wishing for Cully to be with me just about every time I was alone. This was strange, just yesterday Cullen was a friend of a friend who I barely knew but after what we shared last night, I knew him as I knew no other person. I craved his presence. That’s why I stared into to Cully’s eyes so intently this morning. I was looking for something, some reason for the feeling I have of needing to be with him.

Cullen said that we needed to spend some time together with our clothes on. I guess this is what he meant, I just want his company for a while… well I already knew I wanted to be with him a lot longer than just a while.

Cullen was a wreck, he knew he had fallen hard for Campbell last night. It was crazy, just a few hours together and he never wanted to leave Cam’s side. Those eyes, staring, searching his soul. He was so afraid that Cam would see how he felt about him in his eyes. He was afraid that he would scare Cam away if he let on how much he cared already. The hours dragged by so slowly, this was the longest day of his life. Every time he opened a book his eyes saw the words printed there but his mind saw Cam’s face, his body, how he felt with Cam pressing against him, kissing him. Oh god, I’ve got to stop this. I’ll lose my mind if I can’t stop thinking about him. He forced himself into the research routine. The harder he concentrated the sooner he would finish and could be with Campbell.

At 6:55 p.m. Cully knocked on my door, almost before the last rap of his knuckles I jerked the door open and pulled him in by his arm, shut the door, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him like I hadn’t seen him in a month. As we broke from the kiss, I saw the astonishment on Cully’s face.

“I’m sorry Cully, I didn’t even say hello before I attacked you. It’s just this feeling I’ve had all day, every time I was alone, I thought of you and wished you were with me. I know it sounds weird but I missed you all day. We don’t even know each other really, other than the physical part we got to know very well last night. You were right this morning Cully, we do need to spend time together with our clothes on. I have this need to know who your are, everything about you…it’s maddening.”

“I think it’s a great idea Cam. Who knows, we might become good friends.”

“But I want us to be mo…uh…oh forget it for now….Why don’t we got out to eat Cully. We can start our fully clothed friendship now. What do you feel like eating.”

“Cam, honestly I’m starving for a good meal, do you like the Elliston Place Soda Shop? Great home style cooking and I need meat and veggies. Last night sapped all of my energy reserve. You were a real tiger in bed, I never expected that we would end up as we did.”

“It was like you said Cullen, I was inspired. The feel of you in my arms and against my body was the best feeling in the world. Granted, it was all a new experience for me but one I know I want to do over and over again, mmmm you’re just too sexy…babe!”

Cully smiled, “you’re never going to let me forget that are you?”

“Well….er…the thing is …I kinda like it Cully…a hot guy like you calling me babe is a big turn on. I don’t mind it at all. It tells me that maybe you care for me for more than just the sex, at least that’s what I want to believe. I don’t want to get all mushy and stuff….but I really do like you and want to know you better both in and out of bed. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. If you need me to back off just say so….I just want you to know what I’m thinking.”

Cully’s voice was shaky as he replied…

“Campbell, honestly it does freak me out…but in the best possible way. I’m freaked out that we’re onto the same line of thought here. I couldn’t think straight, no pun intended, all day. You filled my thoughts every time I opened a book or tried to study. I do care for you more than just the sex and I care for the sex a lot… believe me. You absolutely rocked my world last night. I’m hoping that I can rock yours tonight.”

After eating it was still a long while before dark So I drove us out to Percy Warner Park off Old Hickory Blvd.. We walked a bit and then sat down on the hillside overlooking the steeplechase racecourse. We sat and talked occasionally touching a shoulder or knee for emphasis, then soon there was constant contact as our legs touched together while we talked. We both felt a need to be physically connected …it was mutual and very comforting. We talked for hours about all topics, mostly our families, our lives and what we wanted after college. As the night darkened, I stood, held out my hand and pulled Cullen to his feet, I looked around then gently kissed him. As we turned to walk back to the car, I put an arm around Cully’s shoulder. Cullen’s arm circled my waist and he tucked three fingers inside the waist band of my jeans and we held each other close as we walked to the car.

Back at my room we started making out again, the kissing, hugging and we even lay on the bed fully clothed and talked more, stopping to kiss and hug and then more talk. We were both so comfortable that we napped a bit. It was Friday night and we had all day tomorrow and Sunday if they wanted, to be together.

Cully woke at a little after 10 p.m.and kissed on me a while to wake me up.

“Get a move on you sleepy slug. I’ve got things I want you to do to me and you need to be awake to do all of them.”

He pulled me from the bed and started undressing me, I reciprocated and soon we stood naked, each admiring the body before him. In unison our bodies moved together and we embraced.

“Ooohhh there it is, that’s the feeling I’ve been missing all day, us naked and me holding you tight, that’s just what I needed Cam.”

“..oh Cullen you are so sexy….look how hard you have me already!”

“you ain’t see nothing yet, babe!”

Cully pushed me to the bed, opened the bag he had place there when he arrived. He opened a tube of lubricant and gently coated my hard throbbing cock. He told me that he wanted me to…

“lubricate my butt Cam. I need some heavy lubing to take your fat cock in me.”

When he felt me add a fourth finger to the ones stretching his hole he knew he was ready.

“now Cam….do it now…..put that big fat cock up my ass….I gotta have it in me….now!”

I lubed my cock one last time as Cully flipped onto his back.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I want to watch your handsome face as you feed me your cock, Cam. I want you to take me and make me yours. I want you inside me Campbell, I need you to cum in me. Make me yours Cam, take me.”

I knee walked into position as Cully guided my hard cock to his opening.

“Do me…Campbell…do me.”

I gently pushed as Cully pulled on the back of my thighs, when my cock popped through his anal ring I stopped as pain flashed across Cullen’s face.

“on no, I’m hurting you, I’ll take it out”

“NO…NO.. stay in, this will pass. just stay in me, please..try to hold it still….come here babe, kiss me, ooohhh yeah, no one has ever kissed me like you do, you’re so sexy Cam …oh babe, see, it already feels better… push in slowly now….0h god, you’re big…I love it …you’re filling me up…oh Cam! You’re inside me…..Cam…..oh!” Harder Cam, harder.”

I was startled as I slid my cock into the blast furnace heat that was Cullen’s butt. So hot, so tight.. the head of my cock tingled with unknown sensations and I sank into the depths of Cully’s butt. I watched Cullen’s face as the grimace of pain eased into a look of surprise and then pure pleasure. When I ground my cock into his groin Cully’s eyes flew open in triumph.

“YOUR MINE CAM! …you’re inside me…. I have you now….fuck me Campbell, fuck me good, ride my hot butt…it’s yours…take it…fuck..Cam! do it. oh, oh harder do it harder oh yes… yes …your so good…so full…fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me please. Oh yeah that’s it…ride me Cam….ride Cully, ride me hard!…big cock … give me your big cock, deeper..oh. Harder, FUCK ME, HARD, that’s it, do it,”

I had never experienced any feelings like this, Cullen’s complete surrender to my cock inside him drove me to fuck him faster, harder…how could anything be this good….Cullen’s ass was insatiable the deeper I drove in, the more cock that ass wanted from me. I looked into Cully’s eyes, they were beginning to get a glazed look, the pleasure had taken him to another place…his only thought was getting more of my cock deeper inside his ass.

“CAMPBELL..I’m gonna cum…..cum with me..Cam I’m gonna shoot….fill me up CAM .. CAMPBELL!!! oh god CAM! uuunnnggghhh! ”

Then it happened, I rushed headlong toward orgasm and joined Cullen at the brink. Our ejaculations were nanoseconds apart.

“Oh Babe, I’m gonna shoot with you..Cully, here it comes, I’m cumming too. Oh Babe, oh my god good..Cully…oh Cully…ooohhh!

I woke atop Cullen’s chest and gently slid off onto my side and lay there looking at his handsome face, waiting for him to open his eyes.

“I must be dreaming. I’m afraid to open my eyes, afraid I’ll wake and this was just a dream. Who knew that Campbell Dalton was so fucking hot and such a lover!”

“Cullen, I’m right here beside you, you’re not dreaming.”

“Yes I am…real life can’t be as good as this …don’t make me wake up…”

“Okay, Cully, you sleep and dream….I’ll just go find some who’s awake to kiss and hug and make love too. Have a good nap babe.”

That did it, Cully’s arms wrapped him in a hug and his eyes flew open wide….

“you’re a mean little shit….you’d leave me here in your bed and go find someone else to play with!”

“No, I didn’t budge an inch but I got those beautiful eyes open, didn’t I? You were right you know Cully.”

“about what Cam?”

“we’re gonna have to do that again tonight! You think there’s any possibility I could get you to do that to me Cully?”

“yes Cam, whenever you’re ready, I will.”

I stood and pulled Cullen with me as we headed for the shower.

“This morning after you left I was in the shower thinking how much fun we could have in here together. Come on in and play with me Cully.”

We stood under the water, Cully in front with my arms wrapped around him…we each soaped and stoked the others body, taking care not to spend too much time on the cocks and balls saving that for another shower. Now was all about getting prepared for my first time being fucked.

“this feels good but we need to clean up and get out before you get all pruny and ugly.” Cully said.

“what… you wont fuck me if I’m pruny and ugly? Jeez Cullen, that’s just plain cold”

“you better hurry up and get out of here before I fuck you standing up against that wall. Oh Cam…just so you’ll know, I don’t kiss pruny, ugly men!”

“That did it, I’m outta here Cully, come on .”

As we dried off, I kept sneaking glances at Cullen, we were becoming friends on top of the fantastic sex, making. Also I just liked looking at him, he’s a handsome fucker but he doesn’t act like he knows it, and it doesn’t take long to get me stiff just looking at that body and face…he is one seriously hot, sexy stud!….WOOF…indeed.

I finished first and ran to the bed and laid down after drying off. Naked and atop the bed covers. When he came out of the bathroom he stopped and just stared mouth agape at my lying there for him. I hoped I looked even half as sexy as he did to me. I gave him a smile and held my arms open for him. As he neared the bed I reached out and pulled him onto my chest, pinning him there..

“Cullen, I’m not letting you up until you kiss this pruny, ugly man..”

His smile slowly faded into a very serious look as his eyes searched mine, looking at me intently, then his lips gently touched mine in a soul searing, emotionally charged kiss. My body betrayed me and I trembled as goose bumps ran over my flesh. He had a knowing little smile as he saw my body react to his kiss.

“you’re a sexy man Campbell Dalton, a wonderful, handsome, sexy, hunk of man.”

“Can’t help it Cully, your kisses make me crazy, make me do things I never dreamed of. You’re the sexy one to me. When you’re ready I need to feel you inside me. I want you to feel like I did when you gave yourself to me. You were in my power, completely giving yourself over to me, but at the same time you were my most treasured possession and I felt the need to protect and shelter you, and love you. You were totally mine. It was so awesome.”

As we lay there, him on my chest my arms around him I felt more content, more satisfied than at anytime I could remember. I was lost in my thoughts of him and how he made me feel when the ringing of Cully’s phone startled us. He got up, dug it out of his jeans and flipped it open… “it’s my Dad..I better take it…”

“Cullen said ‘Hi Dad!’ then his face paled and he looked strickened….I’m on my way Dad…I’ll be there as soon as I can…”

“Oh god, Cam…it’s my Mom….heart attack… Dad’s with her at the ICU..I’ve got to go home. Right now!”

Cully was from Louisville, Ky. about a three hour drive. He was so shaken I knew he shouldn’t go alone.

“Let’s get dressed, you run up to your room grab what you need and come back here. I’m driving you home…no arguments…Cully…you can’t make this trip alone. That’s final!”

Cully started to the door but turned and swept me in to a tight hug to his body…

“Thank you Campbell….I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

I grabbed my shaving gear, clean shorts an extra pair of Jeans and a couple of pull over shirts and was waiting with the door open when Cully returned. On the way to the car I ran down my mental check list with him and he seemed to have what he needed.

In less than 20 minutes after he got the call we were on I-65 headed north. He was quiet, I figured he was scared out of his mind. I tried to get him talking about her and the good times to take his mind off the situation. The traffic was brisk but moving well about 10 miles over the 65 MPH speed limit. In about and hour we drove through Bowling Green and kept on heading north.

Cully talked to his Dad twice while we were on the road and he knew that his Mom was now stable, talking and in good spirits which let my Cully come back to me. He was his old self, smiling, watching me and even held my hand for a long time. I couldn’t let him know that I had been driving for two hours with the boner from hell. So hard it ached. We pulled into a rest area for a stretch and pee break and I got to rearrange my self and the boner was ebbing away. When we were on the road again Cully asked.

“did that trucker back there give you that boner, Campbell?”

“No, as a matter of fact you’re responsible for it. I’ve had it for over two hours, just being with you this long without touching or kissing. I’ve got to teach it how to behave when we’re not in the bedroom. When you’re around it only knows to be “hard as stone”.

He reached over into my lap…

“I can fix this for you..just let the seat back a bit and let me love on you a while Cam.”

“No, no, no…not in the dark..too dangerous. You know how you affect me Cullen. I could run off the road, or wreck us…and you might bite it off!. Then you would leave me, alone and dickless..I can’t take that chance Cullen, I could handle being dickless but I’m not sure if I would survive without you.”

When I looked at him he had the most astonished look on his face, mouth agape, eyes wide open.

“Campbell…do you realize what you just said?”

“oops, sorry, I shouldn’t have blurted that out here on the highway…it’s just….well…you get to me Cully…make me do and say the damnedest things. Do you have any idea just how much I care for you Cullen?

He grabbed my hand in both his and squeezed it tightly, I saw him swallow hard a time or two before he spoke.

“yes, I think I do now. I think do Campbell.”

We rode on silent for a while still holding hands. As we neared the city he called his Dad again and asked what exit to take and found out that his Mom had been moved to a private room out of the ICU. He was visibly relieved.

Having never met his parents, I stayed in the waiting room while he went to his Mom. About 15 minutes later Cully and his Dad; it had to be his Dad, they looked so much alike, came to me. Cully introduced his Dad as we shook hands and his Dad thanked me for driving Cullen home. They both pulled me with them saying his Mom wanted to meet me too. I reluctantly went along. As I neared her bed his Mom opened both arms and pulled me into a hug.

“Thank you Campbell for looking out for my son. Cullen can get too excited sometimes and I was so relieved when his father told me that a friend was driving him up here. You’re a good friend Campbell Dalton. I want her number so I can call you mother and tell her what her son has done.”

I was beet red from blushing, I felt the heat in my face. I looked over at Cully pleadingly…

“might as well give her the number now, Cam. she’s going to get it one way or the other. I’ve seen her work a week to get a phone number she wanted.”

He held out his hand for my phone…

“just press 101, she’s on speed dial”

As she dialed I excused myself, I couldn’t stand here and listen to her brag about me to my Mom. Cully stepped out with me, his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks…Dad told me she had been wanting to talk to your Mom ever since she learned you were driving me here. She’s always done this to my friends. If anyone is nice to me she has to tell their Mom about it. Oh, by the way, they know I’m gay and Dad’s already asked if you were “my young man”…I told him no, but I sure was hoped you would be some day.”

I know I turned crimson again. He was almost laughing at my how red I had become in my embarrassment. I smiled at him, took a deep breath, look into his eyes and said…

“Okay then, Cullen. Let’s go back in there and tell them the truth .”

“the truth? what are you talking about Cam?”

“The truth Cullen ..that yes, I am your young man!”

“What…you can’t mean that, Cam.”

“Oh but I do meant it Cully. I’m certain of it. I know it’s sudden, but the way you’ve made me feel for the past 36 hours, I just know… this hasn’t happened to me before, how am I to know if it would ever again…I’m not throwing what we have away. I’m certain it’s more than just sex… you said that first night…we have a connection that makes us more than just the two of us…when you’re ready…I’ll be waiting… I’ve fallen for you head over heels …Babe!”

Right there in the corridor outside her room Cullen hugged me and kissed me…

“I fell for you Friday night. I’m ready now Campbell, I want to be with you.”

Beaming like the Cheshire Cat we entered the room. His Mom was saying…

“here he want to speak to him…just a sec…” as she handed me my phone.

“Hi Mom, how’s Dad? Great.. yes Ma’am I know, yes Ma’am, sure, okay, yes Ma’am…tell Dad I love him, love you, yes Ma’am I will. Bye.”

Cullen and his Dad both laughed, his Mom shot them her ‘one raised eyebrow’ look.

“sounds just like a call to my Mom, verbatim” his Dad said,

“me too” said Cully

“Don’t you two make fun of Campbell being a good son, talking politely with his mother. He said he loved them too…did you hear that Cullen!”

“MOM!… I always tell you guys I love you.”

“I know son, I just want you know that others do it too” she said.

“Now, what’s going on…you two looked like the cat that ate the canary when you walked in just now, what gives? Talk to your mother Cullen.”

“MOM! Not now, okay….!”

“Cully let me. I’ll tell them, I really don’t mind and I’m about to burst wanting to tell somebody!…Mrs. Fortson, Mr. Fortson….I just told Cullen out in the hall that I wanted to be his boyfriend. I guess we’re officially dating, that’s what the big smiles were about.”

Both of his parents broke into smiles….his Dad shook my hand and patted me on the back and his Mom opened her arms for hugs. First me then her son.

“I must say Cullen that you’ve matured and have finally developed good taste. That school has been good for you. This is a fine young man here, you treat him right, you hear me?” she said.

“yes ma’am, I hear you and I surely will treat him right.”

Mr. Fortson pulled Cullen into a bear hug and I heard him whisper….

“I really like him son. I’m happy for you.”

We left to go eat soon after and returned to give Mr. Fortson a brief break. He planned to sleep there in her room tonight so Cully and I would be in the house alone. On the way to his home he had me stop and he ran into a drugstore and back out quickly. I guess my look made him say…

“I had to get some supplies for tonight. We have unfinished business in the bedroom if you remember.”

“wow, we’re gonna do it at your folks house?! That’s kinda hot Cully!”

“Now that you are officially my boyfriend I think there’s going to be a lot of things that are hot going on. By the way, the way you took over and told my folks about us was so cool. You earned points big time with both Mom and Dad not to mention how great it made me feel.”

“Dad wants us to go on back to school, she’s due to discharged on Tuesday if all goes well and they don’t throw her out early for bossing the nurses around. He said he’s taking some time off to be with her and that they’ll be fine. So we can leave in the afternoon, Okay.”

“Sure, sounds like a plan babe.”

Cully gave good directions and we pulled into their drive in just a few minutes. Inside we both wanted a shower so we ran upstairs and Cully showed me his room. He turned and kissed me with all the heat he had, my knees were weak. We fell onto his bed and made out like high school kids.

It was just after 7 p.m. and I suggested that we take his Dad a good meal, the food in hospital cafeterias is the pits, everywhere. We went to the kitchen and found fresh leftovers that looked very good and we took enough for his Mom to have a few bites too.

His Mom and Dad were surprised when we walked into the room and his Dad gave me a look of thanks for bringing the food. We sat and chatted for about 30 minutes and then went back to the house.

This time we did make it to the shower and I told him that I was going to get pruny and ugly as Cully called it. He kidded me about it and I told him I was just picking up where we left off in Nashville.

“Okay but let’s skip the pruny part, it takes to long, you can get pruny after I fuck your perfect little round ass”.

As we stood there drying off Cullen was watching me, I could see his cock harden as he watched. It was amazing seeing it rise to its full nine plus thick inches and point to the ceiling.

“Campbell, you really don’t have a clue as to what a gorgeous sexy hunk of man flesh you are, do you!”

“Nah..I bet you say that to all the guys your about to fuck Cully”

“that’s really a true statement Cam. Since you’ll be my first!”

And only I hope; I said to myself. to him I said…

“All I know is the most handsome man I’ve ever known wants to be with me, Cullen Fortson! That’s an incredible feeling itself. Not only is he the most handsome, he has a body that can make grown men cry, and a cock to rival a stallion. And he’s promised to stick in me tonight.”

“Come to bed Campbell, I need to love on you now.”

Cully was so gentle with me, everything he did was planned to insure that I got the utmost pleasure from his touch. He began a massage starting with my shoulders, by the time he had a hand on each cheek of my ass I was moaning and panting with desire. I raised up onto my knees and laid my chest on the bed as be began to tongue and lick my ass.

Following his tongue, I felt his finger applying the cool lube to my anus. Slowly he pushed and probed and finally a finger slowly entered my bowels. More lube, more fingers, more moaning from me. With four fingers pistoning in my ass I knew it was time. I turned to my back and lifted my legs holding them to my chest. More lube for his cock, more for my ass. He stuck the tube into my opening and squeezed a generous dollop into me then leaned in to kiss me.

“Cam…push on my thighs to get me to stop, pull on them to get going into you again, say stop and I’ll pull out, Okay.”

I nodded, apprehensive of what was to come. Cully kissed me, rubbing my skin, saying sweet things in my ear, nibbling my neck, all designed to get me to relax. Having him hover over me closely I felt the sensuous tickle of his hairy body just before our skin met. That felt so good and made me eager to have him on me, in me.

In the midst of his talk and touching his hips pushed and the head of his cock slipped past my anal ring. The pain was intense and my body went rigid but his stroking, kissing and hugging soon had me wanting him deeper into me as I pulled on his thighs. There was pain but there was pleasure too, an overwhelming fullness that almost equalized the pain.

As Cam pulled me deeper into him the amazing heat inside his body was unexpected. The head of my cock was assaulted with new sensations that made me wild with desire. I watched Campbell’s face as my cock continued the long slow slide into his bowels. I could see the pleasure winning out over the initial pain. I ground my groin into his pubes his eyes opened, awe and wonder crossed his face, then a low sensual moan escaped from within him. He was pulling harder on the backs of my thighs.

A man’s sexual pleasure has no boundaries. It doesn’t matter how deep, how hard, how intense the penetration, it is never enough.

Cully shiftd positions and there was a new feeling and I was confused as I felt these new sensations that made my cock pulse and throb. Cully was stroking against my prostate gland with every thrust and retraction of his cock. I gave vent to jagged, soulful grunts and began to ride on his hard cock. I sighed, I moaned and yelled…

“that’s it Cully fuck me, oh god yeah, what a feeling..fuck me Cullen fuck me, fuck me oh. FUCK ME, come on Cully, we’re gonna cum, come on..CULLEN, CUM WITH ME CULLEN,..OH BABE OH.”

As Campbell called my name it happened, with one violent thrust we both went over the edge. Cams legs and body went rigid and I ground as hard as I could into his pelvic bone, burying every centimeter of my cock as deep into him as I could get.

“CULLEN I feel your cum in me, I feel every drop ohmigawd…I”M CUMMING, CULLY…OH GOD… CULLY OH…OH… FUCK ME CULLEN…OH Oh oh god! Oh Cully, oh Baby, my Cully…hold me Cully. hold me…oh man…ummmm…you’re mine baby…your mine

We lay there, Cully slid from atop my chest to lie beside me, both of us gasping for air and stupefied by the intense emotional and sexual orgasm. Neither of us could remember words let alone speak them. As the burn gradually left our lungs we moved and held each other, knowing that we would slowly drift back to reality together.

Finally I opened my eyes and lay there just looking at Cullen. His breathing was back to normal, his eyes were still closed and there was a little smile on his face. The orgasm we had just experienced was so full of emotion in addition to the sexual satisfaction. Cully stirred in my arms and settled back closer than before, his eyes opened and he gave me a big smile then said…

“told ya so, didn’t I”

“you just said I’d like it, you didn’t mention that it’s like the best feeling in the world ever.”

“so Campbell, do you think you’ll want to do that again sometime?”

“oh, I don’t know Cully…finding someone else who would want to do this may take a while. It could be a long time before I get to do this again.”

Cully bolted upright into sitting position..

“listen you shit…you’d better be joking or you can leave right now.”

“Whoa…calm down Cully…I’m teasing you babe. You know you’re the one. You do know that, right. You know that you are the one guy for me, right Cullen?”

“See what you do to me Cam…those eyes scramble my brain…yes I know…I know you make me crazy. I know making love with you is so far beyond anything I’ve ever known that is scares the hell out of me. I know that we could be falling in love with each other and that really scares me and thrills me all at the same time. I know that this weekend with you has been what I dreamed of when I thought about my life, about meeting the one perfect person that would fulfill all my dreams and fantasies. I know I want the ‘happily ever after’ story for us.”

“Yes, babe I know you do, I want all those things too, and with you. And we will have them Cullen, we will have them all. Isn’t it strange that you can know someone for years and never really know them. And how weird is the way we finally got together. It’s all part of some master plan. I know without a doubt that you and I were meant to be together. I know I have found my one true love. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him gently, tenderly…

“I love you Cullen. With all me heart and soul I truly do love you.”

Cullen had a look of disbelief on his handsome face…

“this is really happening… Oh Campbell, me too, I truly do love you, you’ve captured my heart in just three days. Now we’ll have a lifetime to be together and to love each other. We’re in love!”

It is getting late Cully, we need to sleep now, We’ve got to drive back to school in a little while. Are you going to stay with me until we find a little place off campus, please say yes.”

“We’ll see, I may have other offers you know.”

“Okay, now who’s the shit! We’re getting a place together. That’s final too. Other offers, huh.. over my dead body!”

Sunday afternoon was a beautiful day for our drive back to school. Blue skies, puffy white clouds and Cullen by my side. We had visited with his Mom and Dad, sent his Dad home for a shower and change of clothes. And soon after his Dad returned we hit the road.

Once back in Nashville, we stopped to eat and then went back to Campus. We both needed to do some laundry and had reading to catch up on. We sat in the Laundromat reading. Sitting there side by side, studying was no problem, but let one of us get out of sight and the other couldn’t concentrate on the book at all. We hoped that this would get better the longer we were together. The laundry was finished, folded and on hangers and we went back to my dorm. With everything put away we stood looking at each other.

I laid down on the bed and held out my hand to pull him in with me. We lay there, fully clothed, just touching, feeling good just being together. We showered and went to bed a little after 8 p.m.. We were tired but not so tired as to skip what had become our favorite thing to do. I moved to caress and kiss Cullen all over.

I was slow and gentle, wanting to make love to him more sensually, not so frantic and desperate as our first times were. This was a familiar love making. I knew what he wanted now and I loved doing it for him. I marveled at his body and that magnificent cock that I could do with as I pleased. With lots of lube covering his cock and more in and on my ass I straddled his hips and slowly guided his cock into my ass.

It took a full five minutes before I ground my butt into his pubic hair. At last I had all of him in me. Deep with in me. I bent forward and pulled his head up until my tongue entered his mouth. After a long kiss I sat up and began to ride that wonderful cock. I don’t know which of us got more pleasure from my riding that hard flesh. I began to circle my hips as I ground to his pelvic bone, wanting more cock inside me.

New sensations surged through my body. This was different and I loved it. Cully was thrusting up to get it all in me. throwing his cock at me. Thrusting, stabbing, grinding, thrilling me to new heights.

All to soon I felt my testicles tighten and rise up readying to shoot onto Cully’s chest and stomach. His moans became whimpers and he neared the edge. I was almost wild, bucking and riding that hard cock, grinding as hard as I could, I couldn’t wait any longer, semen shot out of my cock in a long continuous stream covering his stomach and chest and then I felt his cum spray the walls of my rectum and I shot more cum onto him. He filled my ass with his sperm, it was running out of me and down his shaft and onto his testicles.

I fell forward onto his chest, still impaled on that thick column of man meat. I now knew what it meant to be thoroughly, fucked. There was an ache in my ass and testicles that would be with me for a day or two. Every time I felt that ache it brought a smile to my face. He had fucked me so well!

The semester seemed to fly by and it was exam time. Cully and I had finally found our groove for studying. We sat opposite each other at the desk in our room and let our legs and feet do the touching. We were both good students and when grades were posted we were both near the top of the class.

We already had an off campus apartment rented for next semester and our senior year. Some of our mutual friends were surprised when Cullen and I roomed together. We both told our friends that we found out that we were compatible and were both good students and neither wanted the distraction of a party guy for our last year roommate. Whether they bought it or not, I didn’t care. A few of them could handle the fact that we were lovers, a few couldn’t so we just let it be.

‘Those who mind don’t matter, those who matter don’t mind.’ I thought to my self. I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before.

With summer coming up we were concerned about being separated by the necessity of having to find summer jobs. Mr. Fortson, Cully’s Dad called in a couple of favors and goth both of us summer jobs at Churchill Downs Racetrack. We worked with the maintenance crews doing repairs, painting, and what ever else was needed. Making the deal even sweeter, the Fortson’s let us have the apartment over their garage for the summer rent free. Plus we ate his Mom’s home cooking nearly every night. I saw more of my brother Corty that summer than I had in three years. He loved going to the races and he thought Cullen and his folks hung the moon. They really got along great. He told me once that I had hit the jackpot as far as my life partner was concerned.

Thanks to Cully’s Dad we each made $6,000.00 in

3 months with some overtime work just before the Derby and near the end of the meet. That more than took care of our housing and food expenses for the year. Our new home was a small stone Guesthouse in Hillsboro Village. Very private and within walking distance to school, perfect for two intimate roommates.

Our landlady, Gretta Asher, was a widow who thought we were just the sweetest two young men she had ever seen. We did her yard work for her in exchange for lower rent and at least twice a week there would be freshly baked cookies, a cake, or a pie setting on the stoop as a gift from her. She also liked to have us come to dinner at her house. Cullen found out that she didn’t cook for just herself and went out to eat a lot. He loved to cook and soon she was eating with us almost every night. She dearly loved our company and we kept her from being too lonely. One night as we lay in bed, Cully propped up on an elbow and asked…

Authors note

This story is based on Heroes. It’s the last chapter of a 10 part series. The previous chapters couldn’t be posted on this website because Claire was under 18 while this chapter takes place in a alternative season 4 after Claire has turned 18. Most of the storyline is explained within the chapter so I felt it could work as a one shot.


“Are you ok? You’re very quiet.” Mr Bennet observed.

“I’m fine.” Claire said unconvincingly.

The silence returned to the car for a while before Mr Bennet said, “I told you, Hiro can teleport most of your stuff to your door room but to have you just appear in your room is not a good idea. There’ll be so busy with their own unpacking they’ll figure they just missed seeing most of your unpacking, but people need to remember seeing you arrive.”

“I know, and I know this is supposed to be Daddy-daughter bonding time, I just…” Claire stammered, trying to find the words, “Do you think it’s possible for people to fall out of love?”

“Honest answer?” Mr Bennet asked, glancing from the road to his daughter’s face which was difficult to read. He decided to go with honesty, “I think relationships can be very complicated. People can fall madly in love and then the spark which originally brought them together can go out in a flash or slowly fade. For others the intensity for each other may fade but love remains. It’s all a question whether what the people were feeling was just lust or real love.”

“Gee, thanks.” Claire huffed.

There was more silence and then Mr Bennet said, “You’re worried about Elle?”

“No.” Claire lied briefly, before adding, “It’s just that… she wasn’t sad. I’m off to college, stuck sharing a room with some girl I don’t even know, and I don’t know when I’m even going to see the girl I love again, and she doesn’t even care.”

There was more silence and then Mr Bennet said, “For what it’s worth, I think she cares. I truly think she cares about you more than anyone else she’s ever known. If she didn’t, I would have probably killed her by now.”

“Then why didn’t she cry? Why didn’t she tell me she was going to miss me? I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, and she doesn’t care!” Claire said, fighting back the tears.

There was more silence and then Mr Bennet said, “Perhaps she’s being mature for once. Understanding this is something you both agreed too and is willing to put on a brave face and just get through it.”

Claire felt like yelling at her father again, but she knew it would be a waste of breath. It was an argument they’d had repeatedly since Claire got into Arlington VA. Claire hadn’t wanted to go. She wanted to train to be a company agent so she could be close to Elle. Her parents wanted her to go to college first, get a good education and at least consider the possibility of doing something else. So she made a deal with them, she would go to Arlington VA, do all the normal College girl things like staying in dorms, etc and once she graduated if she still wanted to join the company not only would she get trained by Elle but she would get trained to be Elle’s partner.

In the long term it was a great deal, but as the start of term drew closer and closer the idea of being away from Elle for so long had become unbearable so naturally Claire had tried and failed to get a better deal. Now she was resigned to her fate, a fate which would be much more bearable if Elle seemed at least a little upset about Claire leaving.

“I get that.” Claire sighed away her frustration as best she could, “And, I want to believe she still feels the same way about me that I do about her… and I kind of do, I just… I just wish she told me she was going to miss me, that’s all.”


A few hours later Claire was sitting on her new bed thinking about Elle. She occasionally thought about how she regretted not talking to her father on the long drive over, and how she probably should start knocking on some nearby doors and make some friends, etc, but she kept coming back to her girlfriend.

Dozens of questions echoed through Claire’s mind repeatedly. Was Elle getting bored of her? Was she doing something wrong? Was she not doing something right? What was going on with them?

Trying to focus on something else Claire once again looked across at the bags which were on the bed opposite to the bed she was now sitting on. They had been there when she arrived, her new roommate already claiming the bed she wanted before leaving and, presumably, actually doing what Claire should be doing right now and going to explore the surroundings and try and make some friends.

Claire sighed. If there had been one thing she had been obsessing over almost as much as the situation with Elle was how she was going to get on with this girl, who ever she was. Would they find common ground and become friends? Would they fail to connect and end up awkward acquaintances? What happens if she ended up hating her new roommate, or what happened if her new roommate ended up hating her. After all, it wasn’t like Claire was going to come out to her new roomie immediately after introductions, but at the same time she didn’t want to hide who she was, and how many girls would be cool with rooming with a dyke? About a year ago Claire had liked to think of herself as open minded, but she probably would have been a little worried about sharing a room with a lesbian, which was ironic as she could no longer sleep properly unless she was in Elle’s arms.

The last thought reminded Claire she was probably in for a lot of sleepless nights.

Just then her phone went off. Checking caller ID Claire frowned. Think of the devil and she will eventually call you.

“Hey cheerleader, what are you wearing?” Elle greeted cheerily down the phone.

“You saw me a few hours ago. You know what I’m wearing.” Claire reminded glumly.

“Oh don’t be a spoilsport pom-pom.” Elle huffed, “Hey, how about this one… have you still got that butt plug up your ass? I can’t remember if you took it out or not this morning.”

“I’m not playing Elle.” Claire grumbled.

“Well, someone’s acting all Little Miss Cranky Pants all of a sudden.” Elle grumbled back, “What’s got you all cranky Little Miss Cranky Pants?”

Claire was dumbfounded, “You really don’t know?”

“Why would I?” Elle shrugged.

Trying her best to not cry out in frustration Claire said, “Elle, I know you don’t get some social aspects, and you’ve never had a relationship before, and I love you, I really do, but sometimes you can just be such a bitch.”

There was a moment of silence in which Claire found herself quickly regretting her words.

“Look… I’m sorry, but this whole leaving home thing is a really big deal for me and, and I really need to know that you’re going to miss me.” Claire explained softly.

“But I’m not.” Elle said nonchalantly.

“You’re, you’re not?” Claire said weakly.

“Why would I?” Elle asked.

“Why?” Claire repeated in disbelief, slowly becoming angry, “I don’t know… because I’m your girlfriend? Because you love me? Because we’re not going to see each other again for weeks?”

“Claire… look up.” Elle said softly.

Just then there was a knock on Claire’s door, the words and the sound getting Claire to look up to see someone standing in her doorway who immediately had her standing up and breathlessly crying out, “Elle?”

“Hey roomie.” Elle grinned, slowly walking over to her stunned girlfriend.

Words began slowly and softly falling out of Claire’s mouth, “What… how… why… roomie?”

“You know, you’re so freaking adorable when you’re flustered.” Elle said, gently taking Claire’s face in her hands, “I mean you’re always the cutest thing ever, but when you get like this, I don’t know whether to squeeze you until you pop, or fuck you until you scream my name.”

Elle then gently kissed Claire who continued to look dumbfounded for a few more moments before softly repeating, “Roomie?”

“Uh-huh. Roomie. As in roommate. As in your new.” Elle beamed.

Claire blinked and then softly asked, “How?”

“Well, a couple of months ago your Dad pulled me aside and asked me to help him and your Mom to get you to go to college. They were totally willing to let me live somewhere on a campus to watch over you, but then I thought, hey, I’ve never been to college, and most people think I’m still in my teens when they first meet me, so why don’t I follow you to college?” Elle explained with a grin, “I mean, it wasn’t a super easy thing. I only got a really basic education, and I never really got any qualifications from it. After all, it’s easier to control someone like me if we don’t have the necessary paperwork to apply for a decent job. So, technically, I’m not really qualified to be here. Your Dad had to pull some strings. But that wasn’t the hard part. That was convincing your parents to go along with my plan. They thought it was a little mean, and I’m a little surprise that they actually went through with it, but I’m so glad they did as just the look on your face right now makes it all worth it.”

There was a moment of silence as Claire just stared at Elle blankly.

“But the question is, what do we do now?” Elle wondered, looking thoughtful for a moment before her eyes lit up, “Oh, I know. I’ll go out and come back in again and we can pretend like we’ve never met before. It’ll be great. Plus I’ll have a second chance to seduce my way into Claire Bennet’s panties. I mean, it probably won’t be much of a challenge considering how easy it was the first time, but what the hell, it should be a fun couple of seconds.”

Practically giddy with excitement Elle happily skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her only to reopen it, look around the room and pretend like she was just spotting Claire.

“Hi, you must be my new roommate.” Elle greeted cheerfully approaching the other girl with an outstretched hand for her to shake, “Nice to meet you.”

Claire’s eyes glanced down to Elle’s hand but otherwise she continued to stare dumbfound at her girlfriend.

“Ok… I’m Elle Bishop.” Elle introduced herself, “I’m from Michigan originally, but I lived in a lot of boring places and ended up graduating with honours from Costa Verde High in California, where I scored some decent but unspectacular grades, before literally twisting a few arms to get into this place. How about you?”

There was silence as Claire’s dumbfounded look slowly turned into a glare.

“Not much of a talker are you?” Elle asked rhetorically, before a wicked smile slowly began crossing her face as she again closed the gap between them, “That’s ok, we don’t have to talk. In fact let’s put a hold on all the small talk and just skip straight to the sex. I mean, from what I’ve heard in college it’s practically mandatory for girls to get drunk and experiment with their sexuality, although not necessarily at the same time, which is good because I don’t have any booze on me right now but I still totally want to fuck you. Mmmmmmmm, I totally hit the jackpot with you. You’re even hotter than I dreamed you’d be and I’m going to enjoy every moment of fucking you all over this room. Can you see it? Because I can. I can see us having lots of sex in this room. Lots, and lots, and lots. Oh, if you were a cheerleader it would be perfect. Fucking a cheerleader is my biggest fantasy, but fucking my college room mate is a very close second, one which I can’t wait to come true.”

With that Elle leant forward and pressed her lips to Claire’s, the other blonde remaining unresponsive as her girlfriend began kissing her neck when Claire finally growled, “You’re such a bitch.”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way to greet your new room mate/lover.” Elle pouted, “I mean jeez, we’ve only just met, and ok, I can be a bitch but…”

“I hate you.” Claire interrupted, sounding more angry than Elle had ever seen her, not that this discouraged the sociopath any.

“That’s unfortunate, but I guess we can always have hate sex. That would be fun. Just… be gentle with me, at least the first time, ok? I’m a virgin.” Elle whispered the last part, struggling not to burst out laughing as she did so.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Claire grumbled.

Elle grinned, “I love you too pom-pom.”

“And your second first impression sucked.” Claire huffed.

“Was my first really that great?” Elle questioned, still very much all smiles, “I mean, didn’t I shoot you and your boyfriend out of the sky?”

“The first time was way better. I mean virgin, really?” Claire snapped, fighting back tears, “You think this is funny? You made me think you didn’t love me any more?”

“You really thought that?” Elle asked, suddenly becoming very serious.

Claire paused and softly replied, “Yes.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” Elle said, slowly moving forward, “Ever. I love you Claire. More than anything.”

“Well then act like it.” Claire huffed.

“Ok.” Elle grinned wickedly, quickly grabbing a soft hold of Claire and kissing the other girl softly before moving her lips down to her.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Claire grumbled while trying and failing not to moan.

“I know. And I promise never to be so mean to you again.” Elle swore softly, although her tone of voice confirmed what both girls already knew, Elle would probably never stopped toying with Claire, “But you know I find actions more fun than words, especially when it comes to showing you how much I care. And… I think you find it more fun too.”

Claire moaned as Elle’s fingers rubbed up against her most sensitive spot through her clothes, “Stop it, oh, no…”

Immediately doing just that Elle pulled away and frowned, “Do you really mean that pom-pom?”

“Well… I’m still really mad at you.” Claire pouted, and then cracked a smile, “I should really withhold sex from you altogether for a few weeks, just to punish you, but we both know I probably wouldn’t last five seconds.”

“You wouldn’t.” Elle grinned boastfully.

“So…” Claire said, another smile crossing her face although this one wicked and even playful, “I’m just going to have to find another way to punish you.”

“Ooooooh. Like what cheerleader?” Elle grinned happily, “Are you going to give me a spanking? Are you going to have to spank my naughty little bottom for tricking you?”

“For starters.” Claire said, “Then I’m going to fuck your slutty little ass. Way harder than you fucked mine this morning. Make sure your ass will be aching inside and out when I’m done with you.”

“Sounds fun.” Elle beamed, “But first, let’s really make the beginning of college memorable.”

Claire frowned, “How?”

Elle grinned, “Follow me.”

Before Claire had the chance to protest she was being dragged by her hand out of her room and into the bathroom she now shared with half a dozen other girls. Of course even before Elle had locked the door behind them and looked at Claire with that signature wicked grin of hers the former cheerleader knew exactly what her girlfriend had in mind.

“No.” Claire said firmly.

“Oh come on pom-pom. It’ll be romantic. A reminder of our first time.” Elle said wistfully.

“There was nothing romantic about our first time, and I’m not reliving it with you now.” Claire said, adding before Elle could say anything, “Why? Because I don’t want my first impression to be of me screaming in pleasure as your fucking me. Being known as a lesbian is one thing. If anyone doesn’t like that about me that’s their problem. But being known as a lesbian slut is another. Even if it’s true I don’t want anyone saying that behind my back. Just you to my face when we’re fucking.”

“Well, I think you should be proud of the total lesbian slut you are.” Elle said, ever the supportive girlfriend, “But you don’t have to worry. I made sure the place was suited to our needs before anyone got here, which included soundproofing our room and this one.”

“Really?” Claire said, raising an eyebrow.

“Really, really.” Elle smiled mischievously, “So… can we have sex now?”

Claire sighed, “How can I resist such a romantic proposal.”

Grinning happily Elle roughly kissed Claire and then began undressing her. Claire was a little reluctant at first, but was pretty eager when it came time to return the favour, both of their clothes soon laying strewed around them as they fell into another kiss, this one the roughest so far as Claire put her all into it.

“Just one thing…” Claire said.

“Oh, I love Demanding Cheerleader Barbie.” Elle beamed.

Claire glared at her girlfriend, and then grabbed her, lifted her up and placed Elle down on the sink, “This time you can be the one sitting uncomfortably.”

“Ooooooh, I love Take Charge Cheerleader Barbie even more than Demanding Cheerleader Barbie.” Elle laughed, Claire quickly shutting her up with a hard kiss.

The kiss got increasingly harder to the point where it could have easily been mistaken for an act of violence, as could the way they were grinding against each other, their tits, nipples and most importantly pussies rubbing against each other in just the right way to drive them both crazy.

In a reverse of their first time it was Claire who was the first to slam her fingers into the other blonde, Elle’s wet pussy welcoming those fingers as the electricity thrower moaned happily into Claire’s mouth and then eagerly returned the favour.

As she began steadily finger fucking her girlfriend Claire thought, and not for the first time, how weird it was that sometimes sex with Elle could be like this. After all Elle and Claire usually teased each other first, sometimes for hours until the other was begging and pleading for it, and even then sometimes the final release was still caused by gentle fucking. And yet at times like this it only seemed to take a few minutes for Claire to reach her peak, her countless hours of Elle fucking telling Claire that her girlfriend was just as close to cumming as she was.

To be fair they were both totally cheating, and of course Elle had started it. Specifically, Elle had began curling her fingers inside of Claire, relentlessly attacking her G-spot as the sadistic blonde used her thumb to start an equally relentless attack on Claire’s clit. What was Claire supposed to do? Not immediately retaliate by using her own fingers and thumb to curl and rub Elle’s most easily stimulated spots? Claire couldn’t even imagine doing that, and she certainly didn’t.

What Claire did do was fuck her girlfriend hard and rough as Elle did the same to her, the two blondes barely pausing for breath as they finger fucked each other to a powerful climax.

Elle had been hoping for a little more build up to her first orgasm in her new home, but it was hard to complain when her cheerleader’s pretty little fingers were fucking her so good. Plus, while she certainly hoped to make Claire beg and plead for her first climax in their new home Elle was confident she’d have her girlfriend begging and pleading for her soon enough. So when Elle was unable to resist playing dirty, and Claire of course returned the favour, it was no big deal. In fact as her orgasm washed over her Elle decided it was probably for the best, as this way it took off the edge of not cumming for nearly a whole eight long hours. Now the real fun could begin.

That didn’t mean Elle didn’t do everything in her power to enjoy her first climax.

Aside from giving Claire everything she had, ensuring the good little cheerleader would return the favour, Elle finally broke the marathon kissing session the two blondes had been passionately engaging in and just stared into the eyes of the girl she loved.

Elle timed this perfectly to be just before they went over the edge, the two lovers staring deep into each other’s souls as they simultaneously orgasmed.

Thanks to this Elle was able to see total love and devotion in the eyes of her girlfriend, Elle having absolutely no doubt Claire was seeing the same thing in her eyes, the silent declaration of love making the moment perfect.

The moment that followed was almost as perfect, the two girls slipping into a gentle kiss as they enjoyed the afterglow. Then Claire began quickly kissing her way down Elle’s neck and chest to her girlfriend’s tits, immediately using her tongue on one of the other blonde’s nipples before taking it into her mouth to gently suck on it.

“Ohhhhhh, yes, that’s it cheerleader, suck my titties. Mmmmmm, that feels so good.” Elle moaned softly, cupping Claire’s head and gently pushing it into her cleavage, “Yes, suck it, mmmmmmmm, yes lick it too. Oh, good girl.”

Claire knew her girlfriend was only going to get louder and ruder with her words, which normally Claire loved, but even if this room was soundproof there was a chance someone would still here Elle. It was unlikely, but if Elle was loud enough and someone checked the bathroom was occupied at the right moment they just might hear something.

Of course the longer they stayed in the bathroom the greater chance they had of being discovered, and Claire really didn’t want to be nicknamed ‘That Bathroom Dyke’ or something. So Claire moved as quickly as she could, going back and forth between Elle’s tits for only a few brief minutes before she kissed her way down her girlfriend’s body, giving Elle just enough foreplay to ensure her pussy would be nice and ready for the licking Claire intended to give it.

As she got down on her knees in front of the older blonde Claire briefly considered the fact that because of the earlier fingering she probably could have just dropped to her knees right away. Then again there was something to be said for having a little build up, and after skipping it once already Claire had no intention of doing it again.

That was why instead of immediately beginning to tongue fuck Elle’s cunt Claire slid her tongue over the other girl’s pussy lips in one gentle if quick lick, Claire repeating this action over and over as Elle moaned happily, “Yeeeeessssssss! Lick me cheerleader! Lick my fucking cunt! Oooooooh, my girlfriend is such a great little cunt lapper! Mmmmmmm, eat my fucking pussy pom-pom! Oh yeeeeeessssss! Just like that! Yeeeeesssssss! Ooooooohhhhhh!”

Ignoring Elle’s increasingly loud moans Claire continued to gently lick the other girl’s pussy lips, just up and down for quite a while before she began sliding her tongue clockwise and anticlockwise, and even began lingering on the entrance to Elle’s cunt. Claire purposely left out Elle’s clit from all the attention, until Claire was sure she had given her girlfriend a decent amount of foreplay by any reasonable standard. That was when Claire clamped her mouth around Elle’s clit and sucked it as hard as she could.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk!” Elle screamed joyfully, “I, fuck, oh, oh Gooooooooddddddd yeeeeeesssssssss! Fuck me! OH! OH FUCK YES!”

As Elle screamed incoherently Claire moved her mouth downwards ever so slightly so she could thrust her tongue deep into her girlfriend’s pussy.

Again wanting to provide at least a little build up Claire tongue fucked Elle softly, at least after the initial thrust, deliberately avoiding the older blonde’s most sensitive of spots even though the former cheerleader had memorised where all of them were and could have easily made Elle cum in seconds if she wanted too.

This lack of focus was not something Elle approved of, “Come on cheerleader, mmmmmmmm, we both know you can do better than this. Ohhhhhhhh, yes, that’s, mmmmmmm, that’s good, but you can do better. So do it. Fuck me. Fuck me nice and hard with your cute little cheerleader tongue. Ooooooooh, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Get that tongue to work Missy. Fuck me. Oh, that’s a little better. Now give it to me. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

Elle was cut off from her train of thought when she got exactly what she was asking for, at least for a few seconds. Claire slammed her tongue in and out of Elle’s pussy, easily hitting all of the most sensitive areas, fucking Elle until the electric blonde was sure she was going to cum. Then just as quickly as the hard tongue fucking began it stopped, that orgasm Elle was so sure she was about to have suddenly torn from her grasp.

“Cllllllllaaaaaiiiiiiiirrrrrrreeeeeeee! Elle whined, stretching out the younger blonde’s name out in frustration, “Don’t be like that. You know what I want. What I need. Please, oh, ahhhh, please pom-pom, fuck me. Yeeeeessssss, like that. More. Yes, oh, more. Mmmmmmm, yes fuck me. I’m so sorry Claire. I’m so sorry I played such a nasty trick on you. I’ll make it up to you I swear… ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!”

Fighting back the urge to smile Elle stopped taunting altogether and just concentrated on moaning Claire’s name, making sure to use the real one as opposed to all the fun nicknames she had for her.

When it came to sex Elle was used to doing whatever she wanted, but with Claire, it was different. Elle actually cared about the other blonde, and didn’t mind playing nice to get what she wanted, or even just playing nice because it was what Claire wanted. In this case it was a combination of both, but Elle quickly found herself unable to care about the reason as all that really mattered to her was that Claire began to tongue fuck her exactly the way she wanted, hard and fast as she attacked all of her sweet spots.

It was difficult for Elle not to scream anything except Claire’s name for a little while, but then as her orgasm approached it became difficult to imagine she could really say anything coherently. Then when that talented little tongue repeatedly curled upwards to hit her G-spot Elle couldn’t even think about anything, let alone what to say. All she could do was scream and shudder as a powerful climax washed over her, quickly followed by another, and another, and another.

Even though Claire knew Elle didn’t deserve it, and they really should be trying to get out of the bathroom as fast as they could, the masochistic blonde couldn’t help continuing to fuck her sadistic girlfriend, making her cum multiple times. Claire even switched her tongue with her fingers so she could fuck Elle and suck on her clit, which of course only made Elle scream louder and the whole thing take longer.

Claire was too lost in eating pussy to care, but when she finally removed her mouth and tongue from Elle’s cunt and began kissing her way up the older blonde’s body it all came rushing back to her. Of course Elle’s lips briefly took it away again, but then it quickly returned for a second time after their latest kiss was broken.

“We should go.” Claire panted.

“Awww. We just got here.” Elle whined, before a little smile crossed her face as she decided to try a different tactic, “Don’t you want a turn?”

“Sure, when we get back to our room.” Claire said firmly, quickly adding “Look, we did things your way, and I admit it was kind of fun to take a trip down memory lane, but we can’t hog this room. It would be too suspicious.”

“Because two girls in a bathroom together for a short time isn’t suspicious at all.” Elle said dryly.

“No, it is… if they’re seen.” Claire pointed out, “But we weren’t going in, and you’re going to wait a few minutes before following me out. That way we at least have a chance of not getting caught.”

“Jeez, you are determined to stay in the closet here aren’t you cheerleader?” Elle questioned rhetorically, more than a little disappointment in her voice.

“You know that’s not true.” Claire sighed, before holding out her little finger, “Now pinky swear you’ll wait before following me.”

Elle pouted like a spoilt child, but reluctantly linked little fingers with Claire and mumbled in a little girl’s voice, “I promise.”

Knowing that was the best she was going to get Claire let go of the other blonde’s pinky finger and started dressing as quickly as she could. Elle just watched for a few moments, then Claire gave her a stern look. Elle then sighed, jumped off the sink and also started retrieving her clothes.

Waiting until they were both fully dressed and Elle was reluctantly hiding Claire slowly opened the door and peaked out. Seeing the coast was clear Claire quickly stepped out, shut the door behind her and made her way to her room. Before she could get there she noticed a girl making her way down the corridor with a box so big she was struggling to see past it.

Eager for the chance to actually make a good first impression Claire said, “Here, let me help you.”

“Thanks.” The girl replied, welcoming the additional help as she guided Claire into a room a couple of doors down from the new room of the former cheerleader and her sadistic girlfriend.

The floor was covered in boxes, probably meaning the girl had been going back and forth unloading her stuff.

Once the box was down on the ground with all the other boxes Claire got a good look at the other girl, a pretty brunette who while not being a total stunner definitely wasn’t plain. Cute. Claire hated the word as it was something she had been called her whole life, and to a sickening degree lately, but she had to admit it definitely suited the other girl, who after a brief pause extended her hand, “Hi… I’m Gretchen.”

Claire smiled and shook Gretchen’s hand, “Claire.”

“I know.” Gretchen blushed.

“How?” Claire asked, genuinely confused as Gretchen blushed even more. Then all of a sudden a horrible idea came to mind, “You… you didn’t hear, did you?”

“I think the whole campus heard.” Gretchen said, quickly adding when Claire blushed even more than she was, “Not that I mind. In fact, I think you’re so… I don’t know, courageous? I don’t know, I just… I wish I was sexually free as you. I mean, I’m no prude, but making another girl scream your name that loud your first day here… I mean, wow. Just, wow. You must be a total stud.”

“Actually she’s the bottom in our relationship.” Elle interrupted from the doorway, not really liking the way the brunette was holding her Claire’s hand, but that didn’t stop her from smiling as she added, “Well, most of the time.”

Relationship. Of course Gretchen thought. The good ones were always taken. Then again from the looks of it that applied to both beautiful blondes.

“You’re very lucky.” Gretchen smiled at the newcomer.

“I know.” Elle grinned, walking into the room and taking the stunned Claire by the hand, “Claire is the best thing that ever happened to me. And no matter what I do, even when I’m trying to push her away cause I know I don’t deserve her, she stays with me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Claire huffed.

“Awww, come on pom-pom. You know you love me.” Elle grinned, “Besides, we both know what happens when I get naughty and be all mean to you…”

“Elle!” Claire scalded, before turning to Gretchen, “I’m sorry about that. She was raised by wolves.”

“It’s ok.” Gretchen blushed.

“Our roles are reversed.” Elle continued, ignoring Claire’s scowl, “So it’s me who gets the ass whopping instead of Claire… but she’s the real pain loving sub in our relationship and she gets real cranky if I don’t give her butt a regular hooping so she’s pretty much over my knee the moment I’m off hers.”

Knowing it was fruitless to try and reason with the shameless blonde Claire started dragging Elle away.

This only made Elle happier, “You see, my little pain slut is so eager to get her butt spanked she wants to get my punishment out of the way so I can give her what she really wants.”

Ignoring her girlfriend Claire turned back to Gretchen and said, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Gretchen said, biting her lip, “Maybe we could all go for a drink sometime. You, you know… as friends.”

“Really?” Claire frowned. Gretchen nodded and a surprised Claire said, “Ok.”

“But just as friends.” Elle added firmly, “Cause Claire-bear is all mine. I’m not sharing her.”

“Elle!” Claire sighed as she pulled the other blonde out of Gretchen’s room and into the corridor.

“What?” Elle laughed as she was dragged back to her new room, “Didn’t you see the way she was looking at you? She totally wants what’s mine, and you know how much I hate it when other people touch my stuff.”

Claire glared back at Elle, slammed the door behind them and practically growled, “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Elle said in a singsong voice.

Again Claire glared, but this time a smile crossed her face, “Strip.”

Smiling happily back Elle did what she was told, a little disappointed when Claire began rummaging around in a bag rather than watch her get naked. On the bright side she didn’t waste time on being seductive and just stripped down to her birthday suit ready for the fun to begin again.

Frowning Claire looked up from one of her bags and asked, “Is this room really soundproof?”

“Maybe.” Elle said again in a singsong voice.

Again Claire frowned, smiled and then pulled out a ball gag.

“Awww, no fair.” Elle huffed.

“Elle…” Claire began.

“Oh come on cheerleader!” Elle interrupted, “Everyone heard me already so what’s the point of keeping quiet now?”

“The point is it’s bad enough everybody already knows we’re lesbian sluts. I don’t want them all to know we’re pain sluts too.” Claire said.

“I thought that was just you.” Elle grumbled.

“It isn’t.” Claire said, “Look Elle, you were too mean to me today. And you did it deliberately to push my buttons, just so I would do this. Now stop making a fuss and pretending like this isn’t something you want.”

There was a pause and then Elle opened her mouth, allowing Claire to insert the gag into her girlfriend’s mouth and tighten the straps around the back of her head firmly, but not painfully so. Claire then retrieved a pair of handcuffs which Elle reacted more positively to, turning around and placing her hands behind her back so that the former cheerleader could secured them in place. Once they were Claire sat down on one of the beds, the one she guessed was hers by default given Elle had claimed the other with her bag. Patiently Claire waited for Elle to turn around again and look at her. When she did Claire patted her knee. Elle gave her a look.

“What did I just say about making a fuss?” Claire asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elle pouted but did what she knew Claire wanted her to do, namely bend over for her spanking. Given her hands were restrained behind her back it wasn’t the easiest of tasks, but it was one Elle was familiar with.

Once Elle was in place Claire ran a hand over her girlfriend’s butt, lightly squeezing and pinching the soft yet firm flesh.

In their normal roles this was something Elle like to do a lot. In fact Claire could remember on more than one occasion Elle had become so lost in playing with her ass that she hadn’t begun the spanking for a whole five minutes. That was a long time for anyone to be bent over someone else’s knee getting their ass groped.

Claire didn’t take quite so long, but she went pretty close to it. Not because she became lost in feeling up Elle’s ass, although it was a very grope-able ass in Claire’s opinion, but because she wanted to tease Elle.

Elle loved to tease, but a little ironically she had very little patience. She could force herself to wait, but out of the two of them it was easily Claire who was the better teaser because when she teased she could do it for hours if necessary, and welcomed the chance to drive Elle crazy.

Although she didn’t tease Elle for hours with this particular act, Claire kept the teasing thing up for while. Even when she finally began spanking Elle the blows were few and far between, Claire continuing to happily play with the other blonde’s ass in between pretty soft strikes.

Slowly Claire made those strikes harder and more frequent, but at the same time they were close to what Claire was capable of. Then all of a sudden and without warning Claire began spanking Elle with every ounce of her strength.

Elle briefly wondered if Claire was trying to just get the spanking over with, but she kept it up, smacking Elle’s ass over and over again even though the sound echoed throughout the room, the older blonde’s yelps of pain being almost as audible despite being muffled through the gag.

This made Elle very proud.

She had been a total bitch to Claire and totally deserved to get her ass spanked. Claire was manning up to show she wouldn’t stand for it and give Elle exactly what she deserved. Well, actually she deserved much, much worse.

If there was really any justice in the world Elle wouldn’t have Claire. Elle didn’t deserve Claire. She was a broken toy, a sociopath, a stupid little puppet who had tortured and killed not just because it was her job, but because she had liked it. Because it had been fun.

Meanwhile Claire was perfect. Even after Elle had corrupted her, seduced her, tried to make her as dirty and twisted as she was deep down Claire was still pure of heart. If Elle looked up the word good in the dictionary she was positive she would find a picture of Claire smiling back at her.

Elle didn’t deserve Claire. That was a fact Elle liked to remind Claire of from time to time, mostly screwing with her like she had done today, metaphorically pushing her and screaming ‘you’re to good for me’. Elle had actually said that out loud once or twice and Claire’s responded always had been that she didn’t care what either of them deserved, they were soul mates and there was nothing Elle could ever do that would push Claire away. Elle had taken that as a challenge somewhat, but she had only half-heartedly tried as the truth was Elle was nothing without Claire. She loved Claire so much she didn’t want Claire to have to be with her, but at the same time Elle never wanted to let Claire go. It was really fucked up, but then again Elle was really fucked up.

A particularly hard hit reminded Elle of the other reason she was so proud of Claire, that being her cheerleader was now making all the noise in the world seemingly without caring about the consequences. Of course there wouldn’t be any as the room really was soundproof, but Elle figured it would be more fun to withhold that information, at least for now.

As Claire was operating under the assumption that the room wasn’t soundproof the former cheerleader tried to find the middle in between giving Elle a nice hard spanking and making sure it didn’t go so long that eventually someone would complain. It proved a impossible task as to give Elle what she deserved Claire had to spank her long and hard enough so that her girlfriend’s ass cheeks turned a bright pink at which point Claire was pretty sure her reputation had been even more damage than Elle’s ass.

So Claire took her frustrations out on Elle’s ass, first with her hand, then she decided to use something else.

“Get on the bed.” Claire ordered after she pushed Elle off her. Surprisingly without complaining Elle did as she was told, after which Claire put a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, pointed to them and ordered, “Lay down across these.”

Again without protesting Elle did as she was told, the older girl probably having a good idea of what was about to happen given how the pillows kept her ass up in the air.

In truth Elle was expecting Claire to get a paddle, or whip, or one of the many other spanking devices she had brought with them, and she was sure Claire had done the same. However when the cheerleader walked round to face Elle what she had in her hand was definitely something Elle was going to enjoy a whole lot more.

Claire noted the look of happiness that crossed Elle’s face, which caused her to grin, “I wouldn’t look so smug, your punishment isn’t over so this, isn’t going in your pussy. It’s going up your ass.”

Of course if anything Elle preferred anal sex over the regular kind, but both girls knew this was more about providing an outlet for Claire to take out her frustrations, which was something both blondes welcomed. However Claire had no intention of doing that until Elle was properly prepared, so after she strapped on the cock in front of the other girl Claire got in position behind her girlfriend and gently spread her ass cheeks.

Claire briefly paused to lustfully stare at the tight butt hole she would soon be fucking before she leant forward, spat on Elle’s back hole and then slid her tongue over it.

Elle moaned through her gag in response from the first lick, the electric blonde than continuing to moan as Claire settled into giving her a thorough rim job.

Claire had been a fast learner and was now pretty much an expert in all the kinky acts of lesbian sex Elle was into. Sometimes Elle forgot just how good Claire had become, and this was definitely one of those times, Elle’s eyelids fluttering as Claire’s skilful tongue probed her butt hole.

Not missing a trick Claire began to break away from Elle’s ass hole to lick up and down the crack of her ass and even covering her butt cheeks in light kisses, deliberately postponing working on Elle’s back hole just to tease the sadistic blonde.

It was difficult for Claire not to lower her head down further so she could give Elle’s pussy a little licking, but the former cheerleader knew she couldn’t do that. If she did a little licking would quickly turn into tongue fucking Elle until the older blonde’s cum flooded Claire’s mouth and that wouldn’t really allow Claire to work out her frustration. A part of Claire argued she could just tongue fuck Elle to just one orgasm, or maybe two, but again Claire couldn’t trust herself not to become so lost in eating Elle’s pussy that she spent all night pleasuring her girlfriend instead of doing what she really wanted to her.

So Claire stayed strong, avoiding Elle’s pussy and instead concentrating on the older girl’s ass hole, cheeks and crack, sliding her lips and tongue all over them before zoning in on the spacific area she was going to penetrate.

Gathering up as much saliva as she could Claire spat on Elle’s butt hole a few times and then pressed her tongue firmly to the tight little puckered rosebud. Using all the force she could muster Claire was able to push her tongue into Elle’s back passage and tongue fuck the other girl’s ass, her head bobbing back and forth as she thrust in and out, making that back door as wet and ready as possible. Or at least as wet and ready as possible without lube.

Despite the fact that on average they now both took at least one ass fucking a day Claire and Elle made sure to have some lubricant laying around, mostly for Elle when she was good. On this occasion Elle hadn’t been good so she wasn’t getting anything other than Claire’s spit. This way it would be initially more painful, although Claire was determined that it wouldn’t be too much which was why she took a long time before she finally pulled away.

Spitting into her hand Claire rubbed the saliva into her strap on cock, spat on Elle’s ass hole one final time and then guided the head of her strap on dick to the other blonde’s butt hole.

“Are you ready?” Claire asked.

Elle nodded and then groaned into her ball gag as her ass hole stretch to accommodate Claire’s dildo. It was a long, slow process, Claire gently opening Elle’s back door until finally that ring of flesh stretched wide enough to allow the bulbous head of the strap on dick to slide past it and into Elle’s butt.

Claire stopped immediately as Elle let out a cry of pain and waited for a few seconds. When Elle didn’t show any real signed she had any objection to continuing that was exactly what Claire did, the former cheerleader slowly beginning to slip inch after inch of dildo into her girlfriend’s ass, waiting until she was just over halfway before beginning to pump in and out of the older blonde’s pooper.

Ever since she had taken her girlfriend’s anal cherry Claire had been trying to butt fuck Elle as much as Elle butt fucked her. So far she had dismally failed, partly because Elle was far more naturally dominant than she was, partly because Elle was practically obsessed with Claire’s ass, but mostly because out of the two of them Claire was by far the biggest anal slut. However even though it was her own ass which got fucked most of the time Claire had still spent a lot of quality time fucking Elle up the butt, and she had learned a thing or two.

For example Claire had learnt it was much better to slowly push the last few inches of dildo into Elle’s tight little butt hole with some gentle thrusting as opposed to forcing it up Elle’s ass in one go. Sure, Claire could shove it up Elle’s butt in one slow thrust, but that back passage only seemed to become more unaccommodating with every additional inch of fake dick and being more used to fucking ass as opposed to taking it in the ass Elle struggled. However the way Claire slowly inserted the strap on not only minimised Elle’s pain but had the usually dominant blonde moaning like a happy submissive slut.

Once she had every inch of her strap on inside Elle’s ass Claire continued the gentle butt fucking, only breaking from her pattern to occasionally wiggle her hips to further stretch out Elle’s back passage.

A short time after starting this Elle began humping herself back against Claire’s thrusts, Claire getting her speed and timing so they were in perfect sync. However when Elle tried to pick up the pace Claire slowed down and tightened her grip on Elle’s hips. It wasn’t enough strength wise to force her to stop, but Elle got the message.

If Elle wanted to get butt fucked to orgasm she had to accept it was going to happen under Claire’s terms, not hers. That was fair considering when Elle was the one fucking Claire’s ass she always made sure her cheerleader knew who was in charge. And yeah, Elle wanted a harder ass fucking and she doubted Claire could blame her for trying to make it happen, but Elle couldn’t help being proud of her girlfriend for standing her ground. However Elle was also disappointed.

Oddly enough Elle continued to feel disappointed and yet proud as Claire gradually used every teasing trick Elle had either directly or indirectly taught her for butt fucking.

It started with the occasional hard thrust either in or out of Elle’s butt. Then it was both at the same time, then it was a series of hard thrusts, and then it was a random collection of slow, medium and hard thrusts so erratic Elle had no idea what to expect next.

After a few moments of fucking Elle’s ass at random speeds Claire began spanking the other blonde in the exact same way she was fucking her butt, slaps reigning down on Elle’s tushie at random speeds and times as Claire lustfully squeezed, pinched and groped Elle’s firm cheeks in between spanks.

Soon Elle was doing her best to beg for more through her gag but her pleas went ignored. However before Elle could no longer resist the temptation to use her power to blow the lock on the handcuffs and from their remove the ball gag, an action which would more likely prolong the torturous teasing, Claire began ever so slowly to pick up the pace. It wasn’t nearly as hard as Elle wanted, but it was hard enough to increase her pleasure and for a little while that was enough. Of course that little while didn’t last long and Elle soon found herself practically itching to cum.

It was at that moment Claire reached over, grabbed the straps to the ball gag and said, “If I take this off, do you promise to be as quiet as you can?”

Elle frantically nodded.

Much to the displeasure of both blondes Claire had to stop fucking Elle’s ass so she could concentrate on undoing the straps and removing the ball gag. After she succeeded Claire asked, “Are you sorry for being so mean to me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Claire.” Elle said, genuinely doing her best to keep her voice as low as possible, “I know I went too far. Twice. Thrice if you count the conversation with the brunette. I just… I just couldn’t help myself. I always was a bitch… and even though you make me at least ten times a better person I’m still always going to be a bitch.”

“Shhh, it’s ok. I forgive you.” Claire said softly, before a grin crossed her face, “Besides, I don’t mind it when you’re being my bitch.”

“Ooooooh, you mean like when I’m letting you fuck me up the ass with a strap on? Do you like when I’m being that type of bitch pom-pom?” Elle asked, clearly brightening up as the conversation suddenly got a lot more fun.

“Mmmmmm, you know I do. You know I love it when you’re being my little up the butt bitch. Taking it in the ass like a good little anal slut.” Claire said, “But remind me, how does it make you feel? How’d you like being the bitch of such a slut like me? Do you like it? Do you like getting ass fucked by a slut?”

“Fuck yeah, I love it! I love getting ass fucked by you Claire.” Elle quickly replied, “I love being your bitch and taking it up the ass. Mmmmmm, I love it up the ass so much. Please fuck me cheerleader. Fuck my ass some more. Fuck your bitch up her ass some more. And do it harder. Butt fuck me hard and deep. Enjoy using me as your bitch slut, just like I’m going to enjoy using you as mine.”

“Oh, so you think I’m just going to bend over for you the second I’m done with your ass?” Claire questioned, pretending to be angry and insulted for a brief moment before adding, “Well yeah, I probably am. But first I’m going to give you the ass fucking you’ve been begging for.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh yeeeeessssss! Oh pom-pom!” Elle moaned as Claire began pumping in and out of her ass again, gradually building up speed, “Butt fuck me. Butt fuck me nice and hard. Oh, mmmmmmmm, yes, fuck my ass. Yes, come on slut, fuck my ass good. Mmmmmmm, oh yes, oh fuck me, oh, ooooooooh FUCK! YES! Fuck my ass just like that! Mmmmmmmmm, show me why I love being your bitch!”

Elle continued to moan her approval as quietly as she could, wanting to encourage the cheerleader while not upsetting her by being too loud. Of course while it really didn’t matter given the room was actually soundproof Elle wasn’t able to keep her voice down indefinitely. She was a screamer. They both were. Elle loved that, and she was pretty sure Claire did too. That was why when the time came Elle was reasonably certain Claire wouldn’t mind her screaming at the top of her lungs.

Besides, it would have been wrong for Claire to be mad at her. After all it was Claire who was doing such an amazing job of fucking Elle’s ass, the cheerleader ramming her cock in and out of the older girl’s rectum at an ever increasing speed until it was practically violent. Oh how Elle loved violent, especially in this context, the electronic blonde adoring every moment of the violent sodomising she was receiving.

Thanks to the earlier slow build up Elle’s back passage had been given plenty of time to relax and loosen up so it wasn’t just ready for a hard fucking, Elle’s ass was literally craving it. Elle wanted to get her butt fucked hard and that was exactly what her loving girlfriend was giving her, Claire pounding into Elle’s willing ass hole over, and over, and over again, causing the sound of flesh smacking off flesh to echo throughout the room.

At this point if the room wasn’t soundproof Elle was pretty sure the rest of the dorm could have heard Claire’s hips smacking into her sore ass cheeks, which were just about audible over the sound of Elle’s now completely incoherent screams.

Luckily Elle had been right earlier, Claire wasn’t upset at her screaming. In fact glancing back at the cheerleader told Elle that Claire was far too horny to care.

That simply wasn’t true. In fact Claire was terrified at any moment now there would be banging on her new door followed by screams, and even threats, for her to stop, mostly because she didn’t think she could. Even if she was threatened with expulsion Claire didn’t think she’d stop herself from fucking her girlfriend’s ass.

And why should she? She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t need a degree to be a company agent, especially not when her Daddy had control of the damn thing. Sure, he wasn’t crazy on the idea but surely there was something she could do to change his mind. And as for the rest of the dorm, screw them. They should all be so lucky to be having as much fun as Claire was at that moment.

Of course despite her current thoughts of defiance Claire knew deep down that she wasn’t nearly that bold, but while Claire doubted she could take things that far at the same time she knew whatever the future consequences she couldn’t stop butt fucking Elle right now if she tried.

Deciding to simply focus on that Claire did her best to drown out her thoughts as she continued pounding hard and deep into Elle’s pooper. More to the point she decided to concentrate on taking out her frustrations on Elle’s ass.

Claire thought how Elle had tricked her, again, lied to her, again, embarrassed her, again, played with her emotions, again. Of course the logical reaction was to break up with her, not ass fuck her to orgasm, but Claire and Elle were both twisted, as was their relationship.

Soon Claire was as lost with taking out her frustrations as Elle was lost to the pleasure flowing through her body, that pleasure exploding in the most wonderful fireworks as Claire continued slam fucking her ass hole. Orgasm after orgasm rocked Elle’s body until her mind melted into pleasurable mush, sparks buzzing off her happily satisfied body and into Claire’s, the pain pushing Claire over the edge of a powerful climax of her own. Not letting that distract her Claire continued butt fucking Elle for as long as she could until both blondes were exhausted and Claire had to stop.

Of course thanks to her ability it didn’t take long for Claire to fully regain her strength, but as tempting as continuing the ass fucking was she was pretty sure Elle needed a break. Besides, she had something else she wanted to do now.

So Claire quickly pulled out of Elle’s ass and, after spending a few seconds staring through her girlfriend’s gaping butt hole and deep into her bowels, Claire casually undid Elle’s handcuffs and then dropped down beside her on the bed.

“Suck it clean.” Claire commanded, pointing to the dildo still firmly strapped around her waist.

Not needing to be told twice Elle pushed the pillows out from under her, got in position between Claire’s thighs and after briefly looking up at the younger girl with a grin on her face swallowed the head of the strap on.

Elle moaned happily as she tasted her own ass on the cock, getting more of that yummy flavour as she began bobbing her head up and down on it, sucking noisily with every movement.

Glancing upwards Elle saw a unsurprising look of lust on Claire’s face, that look which Elle had become very familiar with pushing the electricity throwing blonde to lower her lips further down on the shaft, taking the fake dick deep into her throat in the process. It wasn’t long until Elle’s lips were pressed against the base, announcing she had taken the entire strap on into her mouth and down her throat.

Unfortunately after she had thoroughly sucked the base there was no more delicious ass juices for Elle to taste. On the bright side Claire continued to look happy, Elle eager to keep that look on her girlfriend’s face, and she knew just how to do it.

For several long minutes Claire watched in fascination as Elle sucked her cock, her head effortlessly bobbing up and down as if she’d never even heard of a gag reflex.

Even Claire struggled to deep throat as much cock as Elle was now doing, and with Claire it really didn’t matter how much she choked her ability would always make sure she was ok.

It was doubly amazing considering how much Elle had taught her about sex since they got together, Elle gleefully teaching Claire the proper way to prepare a toy for going inside her pussy or ass hole, and the proper way to clean it once Elle had used it to give Claire’s pussy or ass hole a thorough fucking.

Meanwhile Elle seemed just as good a cock sucker now as she did when they had got together, which at times like this made Claire extremely jealous thinking about all of the guys and girls with strap ons Elle had been with over the years. It was a petty feeling Claire couldn’t help, and one she did her best to ignore. After all, it was her strap on Elle was now happily sucking, just like it would be Elle who would be doing something else they both equally enjoyed in just a moment.

“Elle… Elle…” Claire called out, waiting until she had gotten Elle’s attention, which she eventually got although Elle continued to suck on the dildo while she looked up at her, “What’s your favourite way to fuck me?”

“Up the butt.” Elle answered quickly after finally removing her mouth from the fake cock, a huge grin crossing her face as she added, “I love fucking you up your tight little butt. I love shoving a strap on up your tight little butt and ass fucking the hell out of you. Mmmmmm, you know how much I love eating your sweet pussy, but it’s just an extremely close second to fucking your tight little butt.”

“Well, how about this… I’ll let you fuck my tight little butt, if you eat my sweet pussy first.” Claire offered.

“Oh fuck yeah, give me your sweet little pussy pom-pom. I’ll eat it so fucking good, I swear. Please give it to me. I want it so fucking much.” Elle begged, although she wasn’t really asking as in her mind the deal was already made, hence why as she was speaking Elle was practically ripping the strap on from Claire’s body.

Elle barely had the patience to un-strap the damn thing before pulling it off and trying to bury her tongue in Claire’s pussy. Unfortunately Claire’s hands stopped her just before she could make contact, Elle looking up at which point Claire said, “Get on your back.”

“Ooooooooh, is pom-pom going to sit on my face?” Elle grinned happily as she flipped over into position, “Is that what you’re going to do cheerleader? You gonna sit on my face and feed me your sweet little pussy?”

“That’s the idea… unless of course you had any objections?” Claire grinned back as she crawled upwards so she was kneeling over Elle’s pretty face.

“NO. Sit on my face. Smother me with your delicious cunt. Cover me in…” Elle continued to beg as Claire slowly lowered herself, and then without warning Elle grabbed a firm hold of Claire’s hips and shoved her forcefully downwards.

“Ellllllllleeeeeeee!” Claire moaned as her girlfriend’s soft tongue slid over her pussy lips in one slow, long lick.

Elle also moaned as she tasted the most delicious thing in the world, Claire’s cum. The heavenly liquid had been covering Claire’s pussy lips, presumably as a result of the orgasm Claire had received as the stimulator bashed against her clit while she had been butt fucking Elle, but Elle was able to get most of it with her first lick. Nevertheless Elle’s next licks were extremely thorough, becoming increasingly fast as she slid her tongue all over Claire’s pussy.

After a few moments of this Elle shoved her tongue as deep into Claire’s pussy as it would go, both girls letting out loud moans as for Claire the pleasure increased tenfold while Elle got to taste more of her girlfriend’s delicious cum.

Unfortunately for Elle it didn’t take her long to find all the leftover cum and greedily swallow it. Fortunately Elle was left with an extremely good substitute, namely Claire’s cunt cream. It wasn’t quite as yummy but it was a close second and Elle happily sucked as much of the delicious girl juice as she could into her hungry mouth and swallowed it, the rest covering her face as she made sure not to neglect her tongue fucking duties.

Normally when Claire rode her face like this Elle provided more of a build up, but being so horny as a result of the previous activities and tasting Claire’s cum had sent the electricity throwing blonde into pussy eating overdrive, Elle unable to stop her tongue from ramming into her girlfriend’s cunt with increasing force until she was tongue fucking her as hard as she could.

Part of Elle worried she was going too fast, that the cheerleader wanted a little more gentle build up to this type of hard tongue fucking.

Then Elle heard Claire cry out, “Oh Elle, oh fuck, oh fuck me! FUCK ME! Fuck me with your tongue. Mmmmmmmm, you fuck me sooooooo gooooooodddddd! Ohhhhhhh, you always fuck me so good. Mmmmmmmm, please, yes, just like that, fuck my pussy! Eat it. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Ooooooohhhhhhh, fuck, eat my pussy while I’m riding your face. Mmmmmmmm, I’m riding your face Elle. I’m riding your face with my hot pussy. You feel that? You feel my hot little cunt rubbing all over your beautiful face? Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, fuck, oh, I’m fucking your face, mmmmmmmm, and your fucking my cunt with your tongue!”

As she was hopefully making very clear to her girlfriend Claire loved the hard tongue fucking she was receiving. Of course Claire always loved the feeling of Elle’s tongue fucking her regardless of the speed, but considering everything that had happened so far the ex-cheerleader wasn’t really in the mood for foreplay, hence why she had chosen to sit on Elle’s face.

In this position Claire could rub her horny cunt against Elle’s pretty face and beg her for a hard fucking in Claire knew she could get it, but as it turned out that hadn’t been necessary. Elle had practically attacked Claire’s pussy the first chance she got, first licking every little bit of Claire’s cunt lips and then thrusting that talented little tongue of hers deep into the former cheerleader’s welcoming twat. From there Elle had only spent a few seconds working up a rhythm before she started giving Claire what she craved, fucking her hard and deep and making her squeal with joy.

“Yes, yes, yeeeeeeessssssss! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard! Oh Elle!” Claire squealed, practically desperate to encourage her girlfriend to keep fucking her with her tongue, “Fuck my dyke pussy! Mmmmmmmm, fuck the pussy you turned queer. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, oh fuck, mmmmmmmm, oh Elle, you did this, made me crave you, mmmmmmm, crave what you do to me. You, AH, oh, you made me a dyke. A year ago I was an innocent little straight girl who was just a little bi-curious. Now I’m a dirty little lesbian slut who can’t get enough of rubbing my little dyke cunt all over your pretty little face!”

True to her word Claire was rubbing her pussy against Elle’s eager mouth, randomly moving further up, down, left, right, clockwise and anti-clockwise so she could increased the friction she was getting, reassert the idea she was at least temporarily in control, and most importantly make sure the other girl was drenched in her cunt cream.

Claire shivered with pleasure at the thought of it. Her girl cream was covering her girlfriend’s face. She was going to be able to smell herself on Elle’s face. Taste herself. Lick her own pussy cream, and her own cum, off the beautiful face of her lesbian lover. However even after a thorough licking some would remain, almost like a mark of ownership.

There was still a little of Elle’s cum and pussy juice on Claire’s face, just a teeny bit, but enough to remind her she had been in between another girl’s thighs happily licking pussy not that long ago. It had been such a perverted turn on while talking to Gretchen and now Claire was making sure Elle was getting the same treatment.

Later Elle would walk around with leftover pussy cream on her face… and cum… the cum Claire was about to give her, “Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh Elle! I’m going to cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum all over your face! My dyke cum is going to cover your face! Mmmmmmmmm, oh, fuck, I’m going to, mmmmmmmmmm, I’m going to cum and, oooooooooooh, my dyke pussy is going to cover you in lezzie cum! Mmmmmmm, you did this to me Elle! You made me a naughty little dyke who cums on other girl’s faces and, ohhhhhhhhhhh, now I’m going to, ooooooooohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

The idea that Elle turned Claire into a lesbian never failed to really inflame the passion between the two super-humans and in this case it helped push Claire over the edge of a massive orgasm.

Squealing joyfully Claire bounced up and down on Elle’s face, her cum practically squirting out of her and into her girlfriend’s mouth. Then just as she began to calm down Elle would thrust her tongue deep and hard inside her, viciously attacking all the right spots until Claire came again and the process repeated itself.

Elle felt as if she was being drowned in Claire cum and she fucking loved it. She welcomed every drop of the heavenly liquid which covered her face and filled her mouth, Elle greedily gulping down as much as she could in between using her skilled mouth and tongue to push the other girl to climax after climax.

Thanks to her healing ability Claire was able to keep this up for a long time without feeling tired, but after what felt like half a dozen orgasms it seemed only fair she gave Elle her reward.

First though she collapsed down onto the girl beneath her and kissed her softly, the two lovers quickly becoming lost in a gentle but passionate kiss which was only occasionally broken so Claire could slide her lips and tongue all over Elle’s face, cleaning up her mess much to both blondes delight.

The fourth time, or possibly the fifth as she wasn’t sure, Claire broke the kiss it wasn’t to try and get more of the pussy juice covering Elle’s face but because she suddenly noticed the room was getting darker.

“What’s going on?” Elle asked, noticing the same thing.

“I don’t know.” Claire said, getting off the other blonde.

The two girls hated ending their snuggle time so abruptly but they were used to it. After all, there was no telling when someone with an ability would show up and cause havoc accidentally or on purpose, or when someone would come after Claire because of her ability.

Approaching the window cautiously Claire, being the self healer, peaked out and then sighed in relief, “It’s ok, it’s only an eclipse!”

“Ruh-roh.” Elle murmured.

“What?” Claire questioned, recognising her girlfriend’s Scooby Doo impression.

“It’s probably nothing.” Elle tried to reassure Claire, and then after the other blonde gave her a look added, “It’s just that, Daddy once told me the sun is linked to our powers. He didn’t know how, and even after working on it for years the company’s best scientists couldn’t figure it out, but it does somehow… and an eclipse can have a weird effect. Like activating dormant powers, or…”

“Or what?” Claire asked shortly after Elle trailed off.

It seemed Elle wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy holding up her hand and waving it around.

“What are you doing?” Claire asked.

“My power. It’s gone.” Elle said, more than a little frantically.

“What?” Claire repeated, this time as a statement more than a question.

“My, power, is, gone.” Elle snapped.

“Elle, calm down.” Claire soothed.

“You don’t understand. I am my power. It’s all I am. All I’ve ever been.” Elle said in a panic, before looking at Claire calmed her somewhat, “Well I used to be. Now I have you, so I’m electric girl with hot girlfriend, but without my power I’m just girl with hot girlfriend.”

“Would that really be so bad?” Claire asked after a brief pause.

Elle looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “It’s temporary. It’s probably, almost definitely temporary… but…”

“OWWW!” Claire yelped as Elle suddenly slapped her across the face, Claire looking at the older blonde with betrayal in her eyes, before things suddenly clicked, “I… I felt that.”

“Our powers are gone… so you can feel pain again.” Elle said huskily, slowly stepping towards Claire, “It’s temporary. It has to be temporary, otherwise I’ll go crazy, but rather than freaking out about it right now it would be better if we use this, hopefully brief, window of opportunity to our advantage, don’t you agree?”

Claire blinked twice and then smiled wickedly, “Do whatever you want to me.”

Gently stepping forward again Elle brought her lips millimetres away from Claire’s and then softly said, “Hands and knees. On the bed.”

Smiling happily Claire hurried to get into position, noting with brief disappointment that Elle went to her bag instead of immediately starting the spanking. Claire’s disappointment was short lived as Elle pulled out three of her favourite spanking toys, namely a paddle, a riding crop and a cat o’ nine tails.

“Usually eclipses are pretty short, unless one of us super powered freaks is somehow doing it, but let’s assume we don’t have much time, shall we?” Elle asked rhetorically as she brought her ‘weapons’ over to where Claire was kneeling, placing the riding crop and the cat o’ nine tails down beside her so she just had the paddle in her hand before she added, “Now, I don’t want you to worry about anything, ok? No having to count, or thank me, or anything like that. You just relax and enjoy.”

Claire just nodded softly before crying out joyously as Elle brought the paddle down hard on her ass.

Usually Elle like to provide more of a gentle build up, teasing Claire for a long time before using her power to make sure the former cheerleader could really feel it. Even then Elle would keep the voltage low until the older blonde could wait no longer. Then Elle would zap the younger blonde with as much electricity as she wanted, Elle often giving Claire everything she had to give. After all, Claire could take it. Claire loved to take it.

This time was unsurprisingly different, Elle beating Claire’s butt hard and fast like they were back at the Bennet household and Claire’s Mom had said she was going out for half an hour and Elle was eager to get the spanking over so they could get to the sex.

At first Claire tried to remain quiet as possible, but it just felt so good and she was soon crying out with a mixture of pain and delight.

“It’s ok Claire, scream as much as you want. The room really is soundproof. I swear.” Elle promised as she continued violently smacking Claire’s ass with the paddle.

Claire wasn’t sure whether to believe Elle or not, after all it would be totally like Elle to be lying about this, but soon it reached the point where Claire was beyond caring. Soon all Claire cared about was her own selfish pleasure, Claire whimpering in delight, “Yes, spank me, ah, owww, yes, spank my naughty butt! Please Elle, owww, spank my naughty little butt. OWWW, yes, give me the pain I want. That I need. OWWW, yeeeeessssssss!”

The feelings Claire was experiencing were incredible. They were similar to feelings she had felt before, but now it was like… she could really feel them.

Before she had felt the paddle smack into the soft yet firm flesh of her little bubble butt, had felt her cheeks jiggle ever so slightly with the impact, but hadn’t felt the sweet sting of pain she was now feeling with every blow, making her crave the next hit even as she was enjoying the latest one. It was the same thing with the riding crop and the cat o’ nine tails, only the wonderful sting was slightly different as the riding crop caused a more concentrated sting while the cat o’ nine tails caused a bunch of little stings all over her pain loving butt.


Elle loved Claire more than she could possibly have imagined herself ever loving anything or anyone, and yet she delighted in Claire’s screams of pain. Elle knew that probably made her sick, a pervert, and all kind of other things, but it was who she was. She was a sadist. And her girlfriend was a masochist, which was why they were so perfect for each other. That’s why Elle only felt a little guilty for enjoying what she was doing so much.

If anything the fact that she felt a little guilty showed just how normal and loving she had become as Claire’s not so better half. God knows she hadn’t felt the slightest bit guilty for doing far worse than beating her girlfriend’s very willing butt with a paddle, or a riding crop, or a cat o’ nine tails.

Wanting to give Claire as much enjoyment out of this as possible Elle constantly switched her ‘weapon’, making sure to give Claire’s butt an equal amount of time with each spanking toy. It was fun for Elle too as she got to enjoy the slightly different ways those toys made Claire’s ass cheeks jiggle and change colour under the force of the spanking. Although unlike usual when Elle like to use different levels of force for different blows to keep Claire guessing this was just a constant stream of the most vicious hits the sadistic blonde was capable of, Elle wanting to make the most of this opportunity while it lasted.

Quite reasonably Elle had expected the eclipse to last for only a few minutes, but every glance out of her window confirmed it was still in effect, and Claire’s butt cheeks were looking increasingly sore. It had been hot at first, and for the sadistic electricity thrower it still kind of was, but as much as Elle had loved watching Claire’s butt slowly turn bright pink, then a light red, then a dark red and then become covered in all these wonderfully nasty little bruises Elle’s concern for Claire’s well-being was beginning to get the better of her. After all what happened if the eclipse lasted for hours? Elle was pretty sure that was unheard of, but in the world she lived in Elle had to prepare for just about any possibility.

When Elle was sure more than a normal amount of time had passed for an eclipse, and Claire’s ass looked like it desperately needed a break from the spanking fun, the older blonde stopped and pushed the toys off the bed, much to the younger blonde’s displeasure, “Noooooooo, please Elle, more. Spank me. Hurt me. Give me pain. Oh, it’s so, so wonderful. After so long… just please, give me it… give your pain slut what she craves.”

“When I’m good and ready pom-pom.” Elle said, smacking Claire’s ass roughly before reaching down to grab the discarded strap on and quickly pull it up her thighs, “But the eclipse doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere, and you promised I could fuck your hot little ass.”

With that Elle got on the bed behind Claire, leaned down and spread her ass cheeks to reveal the puckered rosebud in between them. Barely pausing for a second Elle deliberately salivated, spitting the results onto Claire’s back door and then using her tongue to rub it into the other girl’s butt hole.

“Oooooooooh Elle.” Claire sighed happily.

This made Elle grinned. However much Claire wanted to be spanked clearly she didn’t mind a little rim job. Not that Elle could ever recall Claire minding a rim job of course, a fact Elle was quite proud of.

Elle was also proud of the soft little moans she squeezed from Claire with every swipe of her tongue, Elle licking all over the tiny little puckered hole, both girls loving every minute of it.

The cheerleader just had such a cute little butt hole. Elle loved to lick it almost as much as she loved to fuck it, the electricity thrower quite happy to spend hours doing both. Under the circumstances she wasn’t planning to spend quite that long, but at the same time she wasn’t too quick, making sure Claire’s ass hole was as wet as it could possibly be, even pushing her tongue as far into that little back door as she could, just to make sure Claire would be ready for the butt fucking to come.

Claire wasn’t just ready for her butt fucking, she was aching for it.

This was nothing new. Usually an ass fucking was an easy highlight of Claire’s day, and considering Elle’s considerable anal kink it was an inevitability that her girlfriend would fuck her up the ass at some point, and yet despite the certainty of it happening Claire never knew when her ass was going to get violated. This meant she spent a lot of time thinking about when she was going to get her next ass fucking, how many she was going to get that day, etc. Of course the longer the pause between butt fuckings the more she wanted it, the more she craved it, just like she wanted and craved Elle’s touch in general with increasing ferocity the longer she went without it.

That was why the thought of spending so long without Elle had been so unbearable. Or at least one of the many reasons. Certainly a big one amongst them. But Claire had resigned herself to know more anal action which wasn’t provided by herself, and no more of Elle’s heavenly touch in general. So now she was bent over and waiting to get her ass fucked Claire’s desire for a nice hard butt fucking was quickly turning into a need.

Even though she knew it would be probably fruitless Claire continued to moan in hopeful encouragement, “MMMMMMmmmmm, that feels so good. Ooooooooooh, I love your tongue in my ass. I love the feeling of your tongue sliding all over my ass hole, pushing inside it, mmmmmm, getting me all nice and wet back there for the fucking you’re going to give me. Ohhhhhhh, it feels so good. But I wish you would hurry up and fuck my ass. I want my ass fucked soooooooo bad. Please Elle, fuck my butt. Fuck my naughty little butt with your big strap on cock. Mmmmmmmm, I wanna be butt fucked by my girlfriend. Please Elle, butt fuck your girlfriend. Fuck your girlfriend up the butt. Fuck your little pain slut of a girlfriend up her butt.”

As Claire suspected Elle just continued licking her ass hole, which was nice, but the former cheerleader really, really wanted to get her ass fucked.

Upping the anti Claire pressed her face down to the bed sheets, reached back, spread her butt cheeks wide and softly begged, “Please Elle, I want it soooooooo bad. Butt fuck me. Fuck me in the butt. Please, mmmmmmmm, your tongue feels so good back there. You know how much I love you licking me there, and I know how much you love licking me there, oh, but there’s something we both love more, and that’s you butt fucking me. Come on Elle, ooooooohhhhhhhh, yeeeeesssssss, aaaaaahhhhhhhh, fucking fuck my ass. Please, mmmmmmmm, I want it. I need it. Please give it to me. Please give me your big cock. I want my girlfriend’s cock up my tight little ass. I need my girlfriend’s cock up my tight little ass. Please aaaaaahhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhh fuck my ass!”

“You wanna get your ass fucked do you cheerleader?” Elle said, slightly mockingly after she finally pulled her tongue away from Claire’s butt hole.

“Yeeeeeeesssssss! Fuck me, fuck my ass!” Claire pleaded.

“Then be a good girl and keep those little cheeks spread for me.” Elle said as she pressed her dildo against Claire’s ass hole and then firmly pushed forwards.

Claire gasped loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Elle’s strap on slowly began to force her back door open. Then Claire let out a louder more pleasure filled gasp when Elle’s cock entered her back passage and began slowly filling it up with dildo.

It was truly amazing. Claire had taken so many ass fuckings she had lost count a long time ago and yet all those times she wished she could feel the pain of it, wished she could feel normal, and now she was getting what she wanted Claire couldn’t be happier.

Well, actually she could, “Please Elle, more. Give me more. Don’t be gentle, oh, it hurts so good. Slam your cock all the way into my ass hole. Hurt me, mmmmmmmm, hurt your little pain slut.”

Elle bit her lip, “Are you sure?

“Yes, please, ram my rectum deep and hard.” Claire pleaded, “It feels so good, and I might never feel this way again, so please, just this once?”

For a few moments Elle continued biting her lip, and then she said, “Take your hands off your butt cheeks pom-pom.”

The second Claire did as she was told Elle ramped forwards, most of the fake cock slamming into the younger girl’s rectum in that one hard thrust, the remaining inches entering Claire’s butt in the quick thrusts that followed.

Claire cried out joyfully during each thrust, especially during the first thrust which got most of the dildo inside her ass and during the first thrust after the shaft was completely embedded in her butt as it was technically the start of the ass fucking itself, Elle immediately establishing a steady rhythm which quickly had Claire moaning in delight, “Yeeeeessssssss! Fuck me! Fuck my butt. Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck. Yes, butt fuck me Elle. Butt fuck me hard. Mmmmmmmmmm, it hurts so gooooooooodddddddddd!”

Elle was very worried she was going to permanently damage her girlfriend’s rectum, especially as Claire seemed to be tightening her anal muscles around the shaft pumping in and out of her pooper in what Elle could only imagine was a attempt to increase the pain.

The main reason Elle had slammed into Claire’s ass when the cheerleader hadn’t been expecting it had been to avoid something like this and now Elle wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

On the one hand Claire really seem to be enjoying herself as she was happily begging for more in between loud moans of pleasure. On the other hand Elle could hear little twinges of pain in Claire’s moans of pleasure, and it wasn’t clear whether the younger blonde was trying to hide them or the experience really wasn’t that unpleasant. More to the point Elle knew ass fucking a girl this hard and fast so soon after penetration could literally rip open a back passage to the point where it could cause serious unpleasant damage, and despite all the anal sex they’d had Claire’s healing ability meant that Elle was fucking a virgin tight ass hole.

Ultimately Elle’s concern outweighed her desire to give Claire what she wanted and she slowed down ever so slightly when Claire tried to tighten up, making sure the butt fucking stayed at a firm but steady pace.

“Come on Elle, harder, mmmmmmmm, fuck me!” Claire whined, “Rip my slutty ass hole open with your big cock! Ohhhhhhh, butt fuck me hard and deep!”

“Patience pom-pom.” Elle said, smacking Claire’s ass, “I’ll give you what you want when I’m good and ready.”

Claire sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Elle was wearing the strap on so she was in charge right now and Claire would just have to take whatever the other girl was willing to give her and like it.

That was a long standing rule between them. She who wears the strap on is in charge and the other girl is her bitch. Of course there was the occasional exception to this rule, but Claire was very much enjoying Elle being in charge right now. Claire always did, but as she could finally feel pain again Claire found herself desperately wanting to feel submissive, and luckily she had a loving girlfriend who was willing to give her what she wanted.

Unfortunately under the slow butt fucking the wonderful pain slowly faded away. However it was replaced by the same amazing pleasure Claire had craved ever since she had given up her anal virginity to the girl who was now skilfully ass fucking her.

The pleasure grew more intense by the second, as did the sound of Claire’s moaning, until finally Elle’s thrusts began to increase in speed and roughness.

This of course made Claire cry out, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Mmmmmmm, fuck my slutty ass harder. Ohhhhhhh, fuck yes, mmmmmmmm, I’m such a slut. I’m a pussy eating slut. Oh, a butt licking slut. A, mmmmmmm, a pain slut. An anal slut. And most of all… I’m, ah, I’m your slut Elle. Anytime you want me, I’m yours. Always. FUCK, ooooooooooooh, fuck me, I’m your slut Elle, fuck your slut harder.”

“And you’re not just my slut right now, are you cheerleader?” Elle grinned as she continued increasing the speed and roughness of the butt fucking.

“No, I’m not.” Claire agreed, quickly adding, “I’m also your bitch.”

“That’s right, you’re my bitch.” Elle said gleefully, smacking Claire’s ass as she fucked it harder, “Earlier I was your bitch, but we both prefer it this way round don’t we pom-pom?”

“Mmmmmmmm, yeah, this is the way it’s supposed to be.” Claire sighed happily, “I’m supposed to be your bitch. Ahhhhhhh, oh, I’m supposed to be your submissive little whore, ohhhhhhh, your pain slut, mmmmmmm, your bitch, oooooooh, because I’m a submissive little masochist and you’re a dominant sadist. You hurt me and I love it. You, ooooooohhhhhh, you dominate me and I love it. Ah, mmmmmmmm, you fuck me hard and make me cum and I love you for it. Ooooooooh, please Elle, fuck me harder. Fuck your bitch as hard as you can. MMMMMMMM, FUCK, Fuck your pain loving slut like the whore she is!”

“Yeah, gonna give it to my pain slut so good!” Elle said almost dreamily as she smacked Claire’s ass again.

“YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” Claire squealed as Elle drilled her ass hole with her strap on dildo and smacked her ass cheeks with her hands, “AND KEEP SPANKING ME! OOOOOOOOOOoooooooh, it hurts so good, IT HURT SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!”

This left Elle in something of a dilemma. It was a hell of a lot of fun spanking Claire while fucking her up the ass, and Claire was clearly loving every moment of getting her round little butt smacked and fucked at the same time. But as fun as it was to spank and fuck Claire’s perfect ass Elle couldn’t keep it up and give the other blonde the hardest butt fucking she could possibly give her just like Claire had been begging for.

Elle honestly couldn’t decide if she wanted to give up on the spanking and just concentrate on sodomising her girlfriend with every ounce of her strength or fuck Claire’s bubble butt as hard as she could while spanking the hell out of these perfect little globes of flesh, and Claire certainly wasn’t making the decision easy for her. The cheerleader was begging desperately to be fucked hard but the moment Elle concentrated on the ass fucking Claire would start begging to be spanked.

It seemed really ironic given Claire was supposed to be the submissive one at this particular point. She was clearly acting like a power bottom, however Elle was reluctant to point this out as she really did want to please her lover. After all regardless of the kinky games they played the two girls loved each other and wanted to satisfy each other’s needs.

Then again, wasn’t one of Claire’s needs being told what to do?

Ultimately Elle decided she would have too satisfy that need as it seemed the only way to please the younger blonde. So Elle smacked Claire’s ass roughly and loudly asked, “WHO’S THE BITCH? WHO’S THE BITCH RIGHT NOW CLAIRE?


“THEN SHUT UP AND TAKE IT!” Elle ordered, smacking Claire’s bubble butt one final time before doing what she really wanted to do, that being concentrate on fucking the hell out of Claire’s perfect ass.

Technically Claire was unable to do as she was told as she screamed shamefully and joyfully as Elle gave her the type of rectum ramming the sadistic blonde was so good at, although Claire knew Elle didn’t want her to stop it. As she had made very clear many, many times Elle loved hearing Claire scream in pleasure, but there was something Elle had made just as clear that she hated, that being Claire telling her what to do. Well, Claire telling her what to do when Claire wasn’t in charge.

Claire hadn’t been able to help herself before. The pleasure had just been so overwhelming, and she wanted more of it. She still did, she always did, but for now she restricted herself to just wailing in ecstasy as Elle’s dildo rammed repeatedly into the deepest part of her bowels, stimulating the most intimate places inside her and pushing her closer and closer to climax.

Then, just when Claire was sure she was going to cum, Elle suddenly stopped and delivered a series of hard spanks to the younger blonde’s ass… and Claire fell in love with Elle all over again.

It was physical and mental pain just before she was about to receive such a pure form of pleasure, the pain denying her that pleasure and yet giving her a different sort of it.

Elle repeated this process several times, physically and mentally torturing Claire who couldn’t get enough of it, and then all of a sudden Elle just stopped everything. No spanking. No butt fucking. No everything.

Frowning in confusion Claire looked behind her to see Elle just staring at her ass.

What Claire couldn’t see and was too horny to realise was that her discoloured ass cheeks were healing before Elle’s eyes, a quick glance out the window confirming that the eclipse was finally over.

Lifting her hand up Elle allowed herself a moment of worry, and then she tried to use her power. Blue sparks flickered around her fingertips and she sighed in relief. Then a huge feeling of sorrow flooded her as Elle realised this meant Claire couldn’t feel pain again. Probably. Claire probably couldn’t feel pain again, but it wasn’t a definite.

Cautiously Elle raised her hand and brought it down on Claire’s right ass cheek as hard as she could.

Claire cried out in joyful pain.

Elle did it again, and again, and again with the same result.

“You can feel that?” Elle asked gleefully.

“Yeah… why?” Claire frowned.

“Claire… look out the window.” Elle said softly.

Doing as she was told the truth hit Claire like a ton of bricks and she was left completely stunned, barely even thinking anything until Elle gave her ass another spank, this one electrically charged, blue sparks disappearing into Claire’s butt cheeks and making the former cheerleader practically how with joy.

“AGAIN! Again! Please Elle, I need it. Make me feel it. Give your pain slut what she needs. I’m your naughty little pain slut Elle. I’m Elle’s pain slut. Please oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Claire cried out mid-sentence as a series of hard electrically charged slaps connected with her now once again healing ass cheeks.

Elle started to fuck Claire’s ass again, this time zapping her with random shocks with various different electrical strengths until she had built up the pace back to a hard rectum wrecking. Expert butt fucker that she was, especially when it came to fucking Claire’s butt, Elle was able to sodomise Claire to the edge of a climax in a matter of minutes. The second Claire was on the edge Elle let go of one of Claire’s hips, and while still pounding her girlfriend’s pooper as hard as she could, Elle reached out, pressed her hand to the centre of Claire’s spine and sent a huge jolt of electricity directly into Claire’s body.

Claire screamed out in pure ecstasy as overwhelming pleasure and pain flooded her body, a massive climax rushing through her as electricity crackled up and down her spine and then spread throughout her body. The pleasure mixed with the pain in a way Claire was very familiar with, Elle having done this to her countless times before, but unlike all those other times the feelings of pain were so much more intense which only added to the masochistic blonde’s pleasure.

Just when Claire didn’t think it could get any better Elle would use her strap on which was still pounding in and out of Claire’s butt to make the younger girl cum again or would fire another round of electricity into her, intensifying the pleasure once again.

Finally Elle started increasing the power of the voltage at which point Claire’s brain felt like it was literally fried, which was a possibility, Claire slipping off into a blissful dreamlike state.

Knowing how much her girlfriend could take Elle kept up the intensity of the electricity and the butt fucking until Claire slipped into unconsciousness. When she realised this Elle denied herself yet another orgasm via the stimulator on her clit to immediately stop the electricity flow and pull out of Claire’s butt.

For a second Claire remained where she was, her entire body seemingly covered in bruises and worse while her butt hole remained stretched open. Then in the blink of an eye Claire’s gaping ass hole closed up and her body healed itself back to its usual perfect form.

There was a moment of silence, and then Claire panted, “More.”

Elle wished she could comply, wished for the millionth time that she had a healing ability too, but the truth was she was exhausted. With the adrenaline no longer flowing through her veins like it was only a few seconds ago Elle could barely stay kneeling upright, let alone continue the butt fucking.

“Please Elle.” Claire panted, waking Elle from her thoughts, “More. Hurt me. Fuck me. I don’t care which, just please give me more. I wanna feel it.”

There was another pause as Elle thought for a moment. She couldn’t just fuck or spank Claire like she had been doing, but it didn’t take long for an alternative idea to pop into Elle’s perverted little mind.

Reaching out Elle gently pressed her fingers to Claire’s pussy lips and gently rubbed them. Despite the moans of pleasure which quickly began falling from Claire’s mouth Elle asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeeeeeeessssssss!” Claire moaned, already thinking she knew what Elle had in mind, “Fuck me. Finger me. Finger my pussy. Fuck my pussy with your fingers. Mmmmmmmm, use your power on me while you fuck me.”

Claire moaned again as a finger entered her needy love hole, gently thrusting in and out for a few moments before it was joined by a second finger, and then a third.

“More.” Claire sighed dreamily as the third finger entered her, quickly getting her wish in the form of the fourth. Then all of a sudden the fingers were removed, but before Claire had a chance to complain they were replaced by three fingers from Elle’s other hand, a fourth finger quickly joining them. And then, Claire felt those wet fingers which had so recently been inside her pussy pressing against her ass hole, which made her joyfully cry out, “Yes, yes, yeeeeeeessssssss! Fuck both my slutty little holes! Fuck them with your fingers! Mmmmmmmm, finger fuck my pussy and ass at the same time, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

Much to Claire’s delight Elle repeated her earlier technique, gently inserting all four fingers one at a time into her butt. In between the addition of each finger Elle would gently fuck Claire’s holes, curling the fingers in her pussy to gently rub her G-spot while using the thumb on that same hand to play with her clit.

Once Elle had eight fingers inside of her girlfriend at the same time she began to fuck her with them, Claire practically squealing in pleasure as her pussy felt fuller than her ass and then vice versa, then both holes almost empty and then both having four fingers knuckle deep inside them. It was a wonderful sensation but, greedy little slut that she had become, Claire couldn’t resist begging for more.

“Oooooooooh yeeeeeeesssssssssssss, FUCK! FILL ME, FILL ME UP! Please Elle, fill me with your fingers! Ahhhhhh ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuucccccckkkk meeeeeee! Fuck me with them! And hurt me. Please, give your pain slut what she wants. What she needs. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Claire moaned happily as she felt little sparks crackling inside her holes, a little taster of what was to come. Then Elle simultaneously pushed her thumbs into Claire’s holes, causing Claire’s eyes to widen in first shock and then delight as she realised exactly what was about to happen, “Yes, oh Elle, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Claire cried out in the most wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain as for the first time both her holes began stretching wide enough to receive Elle’s fists at the same time.

Elle was very careful. She had fisted Claire’s pussy and ass many times, often while fingering or licking her other hole, but never at the same time before. Of course Elle had been given plenty of opportunities, Claire had been practically, and even on one occasion literally been, begging for it but Elle had been determined to save this for a special occasion.

Celebrating the start of a new chapter in their lives seemed like a good enough excuse for Elle to double fist her girlfriend, and the atmosphere certainly felt special to Elle. As did the feeling of Claire’s holes stretched wide around her knuckles, Elle keeping those poor holes as stretched as possible for a few seconds, which must have felt like an eternity for Claire, before pushing them inside the other girl to the wrist.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” Claire squealed with delight as those fists finally slipped all the way inside her, quickly followed up with a sigh of relief and a groan of, “Fuck me… fuck me Elle. Fuck meeeeeeeeEEEEEEE OH FUCK!”

From this point on the only thing really coherent out of Claire’s mouth was swear words, Elle again feeling proud of corrupting Claire’s vocabulary along with so many other things.

Thinking back to what Claire used to be, the innocent little cheerleader, never fail to get Elle going, the memories refuelling her desire as she pushed ever so slightly further into Claire’s holes, then pulled all the way out to her knuckles and then shoved back in as deep as she could. Elle repeated that over, and over, and over with increasing speed and force, pounding both Claire’s holes like never before as the other girl squealed with delight.

It didn’t take long for Elle to bring Claire to the edge of an orgasm, the sadistic blonde waiting until she was sure her girlfriend was on the edge before firing electricity into Claire with her still pumping hands.

Claire’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as a wonderful feeling of agony combined with the amazing feelings of pleasure coming from her pussy and ass to send her body into what felt like a supernova of a climax, her entire universe crashing down around her to the point where she could only barely comprehend her existence.

Elle gave Claire all she had, watching carefully for the slightest sign the younger blonde wasn’t enjoying herself. Claire’s body spasmed uncontrollably and she screamed beyond the point she was horse, but as far as Elle could tell there wasn’t a single moment of it which Claire didn’t enjoy.

It wasn’t until Elle felt the need to stop to recharge that she actually seriously considered stopping and even then Elle pushed until she could push no more. Then in one fluid movement Elle pulled completely out of Claire, watching in fascination as the cheerleader fell down onto the bed a whimpering, wounded wreck and yet in seconds healed before her eyes.

“Thank you… thank you…” Claire whimpered repeatedly as she tried to recover from her climax… or climaxes, she honestly wasn’t sure.

“Don’t mention it.” Elle said with a cocky grin before she began to slowly clean her hands, licking the palms and backs before taking each finger into her mouth for a thorough sucking.

Once Elle was finished with the fingers of one hand and was about to move on to the other Claire looked up at her and smiled. Then Claire crawled over to where Elle was kneeling and without a word took the dildo which was still strapped firmly around Elle’s waist into her mouth and began gently sucking on the head.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s it pom-pom, help me clean up your mess.” Elle grinned before taking another Claire flavoured finger into her mouth.

Claire smiled softly around the cock and then concentrated on sucking it clean. Tightening her lips around the tip Claire sucked as hard as she could, moans slowly coming from her closed mouth as she enjoyed the taste of her own ass.

Once Claire was sure the tip was clean she started bobbing her head up and down on the shaft, going lower each time while gently sucking, savouring the sweet flavour on the dick for several moments until she was taking all she could in just her mouth. Then she sucked roughly, again making sure she got every little bit of that yummy taste she had learned to love.

Even after all this time Claire was a little ashamed of herself for loving this so much but she couldn’t help it. She was a naughty, filthy, dirty, girl who got off on the most kinkiest of acts, and in her very perverted experience it didn’t come much more kinky than this.

Hey all and welcome to the adventures of me, Zoe. Before I begin I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a 19 year old college student that is in love. The first love being my boyfriend Tim. The second being sex. Yes, I love sex, in all its sweaty, sticky glory. Before I met Tim I guess you could say I was kind of a church mouse. I didn’t smoke, drink, swear, disobey my parents, etc. Tim changed all that. He opened my eyes to the world that night we first slept together. Now we’ve been dating for a year and I couldn’t be happier.

Not a day goes by where I’m not at Tim’s apartment. Some of the time he isn’t even home, in which I just hang out by myself or with his roommate Eric. I don’t mind it when the guys are gone as it gives me a chance to clean. Let me tell ya, cleaning up after two 22 year old college guys is a job in of itself. In fact, I really only go home to get new clothes or when I feel like getting scolded by my dad. Their apartment isn’t much, just a dingy two bedroom two bath that desperately needed to be updated, but the nice thing about it is that it’s close to the university.

So on to the story.

It was a Wednesday night and I had just screwed up cooking dinner. This was nothing new and at least Tim gave me points for effort. Resorting to plan B I called and ordered us a pizza. While waiting I sat on the couch and watched Tim play video games, bored but content. When he finally took a break to smoke I followed him onto the balcony. We each lit a cigarette and he sat in his rusty metal chair next to a cardboard box that held the ashtray. I leaned onto the railing and looked down at the passersby. I liked being on the second floor as we got some good views of the surroundings.

“I’m bored,” I said blowing smoke into the air and turning to face Tim.

“So,” he replied. “What do you want to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” I said whining.

“You could get me a beer,” he replied smiling at me.

“Oh how could I resist that smile,” I joked then put out my cigarette and headed into the kitchen. I honestly couldn’t resist him. Tim is very pleasing on the eyes: short blonde hair, tall, skinny but still toned, and deep blue eyes.

I guess I have good timing as the doorbell rang when I was in the kitchen. I answered it and sure enough it was the pizza delivery man.

“Just a sec,” I said and turned to find Tim’s wallet. Scrambling around I managed to find it. Of course it was in his pants from yesterday that were crumpled up next to the television. I don’t think Tim ever put anything away where it was supposed to go.

I returned to pay the man when I fumbled and dropped Tim’s wallet on the ground by his feet. When I leaned down to get it I could feel the man eyeing my chest. I smiled, feeling reassured about my looks as he stared at the cleavage my C cups breasts provide.

“Here ya go,” I said standing up and handing him the money.

“Thank you,” he said enthusiastically and left.

I set the pizza down on the table and walked back to the balcony to give Tim his beer.

“Here sweetie,” I said handing the beer to him.

“What’s with the grin?” He asked.

“Oh nothing,” I replied. I paused for a moment then said, “I know what we could do.”

“Eat dinner?” Tim chuckled.

“No,” I said as I moved and straddled myself over him. Sitting in his lap I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. I kept kissing him as I said, “You could fuck me. Right here, right now.”

“What? On the balcony?” Tim laughed.

I pulled away and sat straight up. I ran my hands over his chest and replied, “Yes. Right here.

“I don’t think so Zoe,” Tim said nervously. I could tell he was thinking about it but wouldn’t budge.

“Oh come on,” I pouted. “You could show all those people passing by how to really fuck a girl.”

Tim sat there silent, staring at me.

“Okay,” I said cheerfully. “How about I suck you off?”

“What’s with you,” he said lifting me off of him and standing up. “Why do you want to do it out here where everybody can see us?”

“I don’t know,” I said crossing my arms. “It would be something new, something you haven’t done, and it would be exciting. You know, us knowing they could be watching us.”

Without saying anything Tim walked back into the apartment. I quickly followed, trying to slap his butt as he moved into the kitchen.

“Damn someone’s horny,” Tim said and finally stopped next to the kitchen table.

“I can’t help it,” I said leaning into him. The pizza guy staring at my chest got me going, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “I need it. I want it,” I said. I moved my hands down his chest to his crotch. I could feel him grow within his jeans. “C’mon baby,” I said seductively. “Give me that cock.”

“Well what can I say to that,” Tim replied.

I knew Tim liked it when I talked dirty, and it was a turn on for me as well. I didn’t need anymore motivation as my hands unzipped his jeans. I grabbed a hold of them and his boxers and, as I knelt down, I pulled them with me. I helped him step out of them before looking up and seeing my prize, free from its cage.

Tim leaned against the table as I went to work. I eagerly grabbed his hardened shaft by the base and held it in front of me. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it, stopping breifly so I could flick my tongue at the head. I looked up at his eyes as I teased him. I was so turned on, knowing he was watching me pleasure him. I loved the control I had over him as I played with his cock. It was like a toy. My toy. I engulfed him into my mouth and proceeded to suck as hard as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat as I took him in and out. The saliva built within my mouth but I didn’t want to stop. I let it seep out of me as I continued my work.

Tim ran his hands through my long and curly auburn hair. He gently grasped it as his hands carressed the back of my head. I wanted him to be more forceful and fuck my mouth like he does my pussy. Instead he leaned down and grabbed my arms, pulling me up.

I breathed heavily as I caught my breath. Wiping the drool from my chin I looked at him and said, “Why stop?”

“Cause I want to fuck you before I explode,” he replied.

Smiling up at him I said, “I think I can live with that.”

Suddenly he grabbed my hips and picked my skinny body up and draped me over his shoulders. I gasped and, slapping his ass I said, “Giddy up.” He carried me into the bedroom and flung me onto the bed. After regaining my composure I watched as he turned on the television and pressed play on the dvd player.

I sat up and lifted my tee shirt over my head as the sounds of sex poured from the television speakers. Tim turned me on to pornography. Before I thought it was degrading to women and only perverts watched it, but now I love it. I fantasize about what it must be like to be those women. Sometimes I pretend that it’s really other people in the room having sex right next to us.

I undid my bra and tossed it aside as I looked on at the television, watching two women share a man’s cock between their mouths. I know this was Tim’s favorite. Tim threw off his shirt and jumped on the bed. Quickly he was at my neck, kissing it before moving to my chest. I continued to watch the screen as Tim ran his tongue along my breasts. His hands roamed along my body, unable to find a home. I moaned out when I felt his teeth clench down on my nipple. Tim knew I liked a little pain with my pleasure.

I couldn’t wait for him any longer and grabbed my jeans. After unclasping them I quickly pulled them down. Tim finished pulling them off of me and didn’t waste time before taking off my thong. His hand finally found its way to my sopping pussy. I gasped as his fingers probed in and out of me. I loved this feeling of being ravaged, knowing he desperately wanted me.

“Fuck me,” I said impatiently.

He pulled his hands from me and leaned up saying, “Aren’t we in a hurry.”

I laughed at myself for being so impatient. I sat up and grabbed the hand that was probing inside me. Slowly I stuck one finger in, then another. I don’t know what was better, tasting myself on him or knowing how much it turned him on. Either way I finished cleaning his fingers then said, “My pussy tastes like it needs to be fucked by something much bigger than your finger.”

“Will this do?” He said kneeling with his back straight up, pointing his marvelous cock at me.

“For now,” I giggled lightly then got on my hands and knees facing the television.

Tim knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. After getting into position he slapped my ass, causing me to moan. His hand spanked me again, a little harder this time, and again I moaned out.

“You like that don’t you,” he said as he continued to spank me, alternating cheek to cheek.

“Oh ya,” I said as I watched the women on the screen massage each other as the man fucked them.

One final slap came down before I felt his cock at the tip of my pussy. I moaned as he slowly sank himself into me. Every muscle clenched against him as he fully buried himself. Once in, he began rocking back and forth, pulling my hips towards him. I bounced back and forth in sheer bliss as he fucked me.

“God yes,” I moaned out dropping my head into the sheets.

The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other combined with the moaning from the television was sending me over the edge. All I could think about was this wonderful sensation. His cock was hitting every right spot. His hand gripped my hips like he was clinging for his life. I moaned into the sheets, louder and louder as he pummeled me. For a moment we seemed in unison with people on the screen. Our combined moaning and grunting was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and let the sounds guide me to an orgasm.

The sounds of my screams must have tipped off Tim as he pulled out of me. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed that cock inside me, one way or another. I quickly spun around and saw Tim’s sweaty body panting. I grabbed his cock and verociously sunk my mouth around it. I thoroughly cleaned it of my juices before lifting my head up. I stroked his shaft and looked at him. Panting I said, “You’re not giving up on me now are ya?”

Tim didn’t say a word as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me back around. I returned to my place on all fours and waited impatiently for his cock to return and fill the void it left.

“I want to try something new,” Tim breathed out.

“Oh ya,” I said getting excited, wondering what he had in mind.

Tim squirmed himself into position. I could feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. That was the obvious clue of what he was about to do. I guess I should of known when I looked at the screen and saw the man buried balls deep into the blonde’s ass.

“Don’t clench,” Tim said as his cock pressed against me.

I couldn’t help it. I was scared of having him in there but at the same time was excited. This was something new for the both of us. I knew Tim hadn’t done this with another girl and that turned me on, knowing I would be his first like he was for me. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as his cock slowly penetrated my ass. At first I felt like I was imploding, but as I relaxed and allowed him in the feeling started to subside. I opened my eyes, realizing the fear was worse than the act. I watched the girls scream out in pleasure on the screen as Tim made his way deeper and deeper inside me. The pain started to combine with pleasure and before I knew it my body was pushing back against him.

“Oh my god that’s amazing,” Tim moaned out.

“Good baby,” I replied panting. “My body is for your pleasure.”

“Oh ya it is,” Tim continued to grunt. “God damn,” he said as our boddies got into a rythm.

I couldn’t think about anything other than that large cock invading my ass. I moaned as my hips were pulled repeatatly towards him. I concentrated on that cock splitting me open, and the pleasure it brought to Tim.

“Fuck ya,” Tim said breaking my concentration. “Just like them.”

He must have meant the people on the screen. I looked up to see the girls on their knees, waiting for the guy to cum on them. If that’s what Tim wants then I won’t deny him.

Tim sped up his pace as our bodies rocked back and forth. I went from feeling overly stuffed to feeling empty as he pulled himself out of me. He grabbed my body and awkwardly rolled me onto my back. My head bounced as it landed just off edge of the bed. I leaned up only to see Tim’s balls in front of me. I quickly sucked on one, then the other as Tim mounted himself over my chest. I was in an awkward position and couldn’t really move when Tim grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place. Quickly he shoved his cock passed my lips and into my mouth. The taste of bitterness quickly filled me as he rammed himself back and forth into me.

“Fuck my mouth like my pussy,” I thought to myself. Isn’t that what I was thinking earlier? I got my wish as Tim continued to jab at the back of my throat. I couldn’t suck, couldn’t lick, nothing. Just take his cock in and try not to gag.

It didn’t take long before Tim pulled out. I opened my eyes to see him jerking off, with his cock pointing directly at me. His grunting became loud and he closed his eyes. A second later a stream of his seed shot out and hit me on the bridge of my nose. In reaction I closed my eyes. I held tight as I felt a second wave hit my lips.

Feeling it was safe I opened my eyes to see Tim squeezing any last drop of his semen onto my chest. Thoroughly spent he collapsed back onto the bed. I wiped him sperm from my lips and wiped it onto my breast before getting up.

I couldn’t think straight. I awkwardly rolled over and off the bed. My body couldn’t stop shaking. My ass, pussy, and mouth all ached. My muscles felt worn. I felt sweaty and sticky. All I could think was how great that was. My mind was trapped there as I headed out of the room.

I grabbed a cigarette from the table and walked onto the balcony. I lit it up and breathed in. That’s when reality came back to me. The cold brisk air snapped my mind back and I looked out, seeing the people walk the streets. That’s when I realized I was not only completely naked, but covered in Tim’s seed that seeped down my face and body.

For a second I was in shock, paralyzed, and frozen in place. That’s when two college guys pointed up at me and yelled, “Hell ya!” I let out a smile and stood still as one reached for his phone and snapped a picture. Feeling cold I put out the cigarette and walked back inside.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Tim composing himself. He didn’t say anything as he started getting dressed.

“Have fun?” I asked.

“Just a bit,” he laughed.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the television. My body ached but yet still yearned for more. I knew Tim was spent though. I watched on as a new scene unfolded. Two girls, a blonde and a brunette, were making out on their bed while a guy watched on.

“I wonder what it’s like?” I said.

“Wonder what what’s like? Tim responded.

“To kiss a girl.”

I swear Tim froze in place when I said that. A devilish grin swept accross his face. I didn’t say another word on the matter and leaned back, watching the scene unfold.

That story is for another time.

Lauren was on day five of her ritual. It was October and unseasonably cool as she walked back to her dorm from the library. She could feel the pressure inside her, a gentle push, a gentle reminder. This would be her first time doing the ritual since starting college that August. She was 19, slim, somewhat plain of features with the exception of incredibly beautiful white skin, the color of milk. She had kept her blond hair shoulder length and straight since high school and tended to dress rather conservatively for her generation, preferring skirts and tops that her peers may have considered a bit librarian-ish. She always wore bulky clothes during the ritual, favoring a dark sweater and sweat pants.

There were a few students sitting outside the dorm building as she approached, smoking cigarettes and talking. She avoiding making eye contact and quickly maneuvered past sitting and standing students, showed her ID to the desk as she entered, and headed toward her room.

Lauren was somewhat fortunate in that her roommate had already dropped out and moved on. Her previous roommate, Amanda, had gone a little crazy during the beginning of the semester. Amanda had thrown herself full force into partying, started missing classes, and by the end of September found herself hospitalized for alcohol poisoning after a frat party. Amanda’s parents came that weekend and took her home. So Lauren had her room to herself.

She entered the hall and moved toward the end where her room was. A few girls were bullshitting in the hallway and some looked over to acknowledge Lauren as she passed. She hadn’t made many friends yet. Lauren never really partied in high school, though not because of lack of desire. Her parents were fairly strict and Lauren never really knew anyone in the “party crowd” to get involved with. Everyone seemed to party at college. She’d been to a few parties with Amanda before she left school, had a few drinks, smoked a few cigarettes, but she really didn’t understand the appeal of the whole thing. There was a buzz on campus that started on Thursday and culminated in Friday night take-it-to-the-next-level boozing and drugging that left the campus completely dead on Saturday mornings and early afternoons. Lauren felt apart from it all somehow. All the girls on her hall seemed to go out every night and she hadn’t really had a chance to get close to anyone.

She entered her room, turned on the lights, got her iPod stereo going (a random playlist of pop stars of the last few years) and laid down. She could feel the pressure in her bowels. Sometimes she could even convince herself that she felt it getting bigger moment by moment. She gently rubbed her belly through her shirt. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. She squeezed her anus tightly.

The ritual started in high school. Lauren wouldn’t shit for six days. At first, Lauren would almost be staggering in pain by the sixth day. She would be incredibly uncomfortable, dressing in bulky sweaters for those last few days, and think constantly of what was inside her. It was incredibly difficult to resist the urge to evacuate her bowels by day four. She’d feel the urge to go come on suddenly and powerfully and would have to strain with all her might to hold it in. She’d had a few accidents but had gotten much better over the years. The ritual had been modified over time as well. She now managed her diet during the six days consuming massive amounts of fiber and little to no water. On day six she would drink a bottle of Milk of Magnesia and that night would erupt.

Lauren dazed up at the ceiling while absentmindedly stroking her stomach. She could feel the shit inside her, she could feel the urge to make shit, she could feel the weight of it pushing on her colon. She could resist it. She had been worried about what might come of the ritual when she left for college but Amanda unexpected departure allowed Lauren the kind of privacy she needed.

The other problem that prevented her from performing the ritual was the set-up of the dorm – this particular building had group bathrooms for every hall. Lauren had considered either waiting until late at night or doing it in her room. She settled for doing it in her room as she was absolutely terrified of the possibility of being found out if she did it in the bathroom. She would have to push the waste down the sink afterward and make sure the odor was taken care of, but she felt pretty confident that if she waited until the early morning all the other girls would be asleep.

Lauren got up, undressed, checked her email, and went to bed.

Today was the day. She felt very uncomfortable and decided to skip her morning classes. When she showered that morning she gently and lovingly stroked her stomach, amazed as she always was with the pot belly that she had developed in six short days. She had a little difficulty walking and hoped no one would notice – the sense of discomfort was quickly escalating to pain. She sat, naked, freshly showered on her bed in her room considering whether or not she should go to her afternoon class, distractedly and gently rubbing her thighs and pussy.

She eventually decided she wouldn’t go, composed an email to her professors telling them she was sick, put on her sweats, and laid down to watch TV. Despite the pain in her bowels she drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later she woke up when someone knocked on her door. There was a moment of horror and surprise, quickly followed by composure.

“Hello?” Lauren asked from her bed.

“Hey Lauren, it’s Jake. You weren’t in class today – thought I’d drop the notes off.”

Lauren sighed softly. Jake had been trying hard since the semester had started. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, but that was also just it, she didn’t really find anything particularly attractive about him. She got up slowly from the bed, feeling the flares of pressure and pain deep her bowels. For a split second there was a moment of absolute terror as Lauren felt a sudden and powerful push from her insides. She could feel the shit on the other side of her anus, pushing, demanding to be let out. Normally she’d totally focus on the sensation (as it was best on day six, reaching an almost unbearable intensity) of pain and discomfort and think about the waste struggling to get out, that which was part of her but not her, and would feel pleasure on the edge of the constipation induced pain. Her eyes widened, she steadied herself, and the sensation passed.

She opened the door. Jake stood smiling and handed her a few notebook pages.

“Are you ok?” Jake asked. “Heard there’s a stomach flu or something running through the dorms.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lauren said, looking away, “Just feeling blah today. I’m ok. Thanks for the notes, I’ll bring them to class after I copy them.”

Jake kinda forced himself in her room and she shut the door after him. He sat down on the mattress that used to be Amanda’s and tossed his book bag in the corner.

“Dude, Patterson’s class this morning was bullshit anyway, he just gets up there and babbles on and on about his stupid stories, you didn’t miss anything. Are you going out tonight?” Jake asked.

At Lauren’s school people were very likely to go out drinking even if they had been sick all day. Everyone else seemed to experience this excitement that pushed them, body and mind, to throw themselves in to the college experience. Lauren was somewhat mystified by it.

“No, probably not,” she responded, slowly sitting down on her bed opposite Jake. “I’m trying to not spend too much money this month.” That was one of the only excuses that the partiers would accept for staying in on a Thursday night.

“Yeah, heard that,” Jake said. “Did you hear about what happened to Preston and Frank last night?” Without waiting for Lauren to respond he started telling her.

Lauren zoned out a bit. He did this often, telling her stories about other people she didn’t know and didn’t care to. She wasn’t sure what she could do without being rude or mean to get Jake to leave her be. Suddenly and without any warning she felt it come on. The pressure rose from the background with a fury and Lauren suddenly felt her anus struggling to stay closed. She gasped despite herself and groaned softly.

Jake stopped and looked over at her.

“What’s up? Are you OK?” He looked over nervously. She felt her eyes tearing up against the monumental effort required to hold her anus closed. She groaned softly, again despite herself, and looked up.

“Please, you need to leave, please..” she started.

“Are you ok?” Jake said, his eyes becoming more and more concerned.

It was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t hold it, she strained against it, it was so painful. The effort required to keep her ass closed was incredible.

“Please…” she gasped. “Jake get the fuck out.”

Jake stood and moved to her bed.

“What’s up? Do I need to call a doctor?”

“Jake, get the fuck away!” she shrieked as he sat on her bed.

She felt it. It was like her anus just caved in. She felt it open, and all the while straining with all her might to stop it, she felt it, warm, slide out into her sweat pants. She groaned, closed her eyes, in rapture, and let go. The shit came in waves and didn’t seem to stop, like a single unbroken log being pushed into her underwear. She convulsed and inadvertently pushed harder, moaning, feeling the wet warmth against her thighs, her pussy, the sensation of her anus obliterated as she only felt the shit. She couldn’t stop now that she had started.

Jake stared at her.

“What the fuck?”

“Please,” she gasped. “Please leave, now, please leave now.” She heard herself and she sounded hysterical. She couldn’t stop. The smell started. She closed her eyes and pushed.

Jake jumped off her bed. She could hear him, but it was on the periphery, she relaxed her anus entirely and gave herself over to the sensation, feeling the shit thundering past her anus, moaning now turning to screaming. She tried to pull her sweats and underwear down but couldn’t fuly concentrate with the pleasure. It kept coming and coming, six days worth, filling her pants.

There was a break and suddenly she was aware of Jake again. She slowly opened her eyes, panting now, covered in sweat, the smell unavoidable. Jake stood by her computer, eyes wide, staring.

“What happened? What is that smell?”

“Jake, please leave,” she started to cry. The shit started seeping through her sweats, the smell was becoming unbearable and incredibly obvious.

He stared at her. She was sitting on her bed, drenched in sweat, her legs somewhat spread, a stain on her pants. The smell was horrible. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She sat crying.

She was crying in shame and humiliation but even now she couldn’t stop herself. She reached down and started pulling off her pants and underwear. There was shit everywhere, getting on her comforter, dripping on the floor. She stood with her underwear and pants around her ankles, shit smeared on the inside of her thighs, against her pussy, she could feel it clinging to her ass, dripping from her ass crack. Her anus closed slowly and painfully, pushing the last of it, a fully formed lump, out and onto the floor of her dorm room. She took off her sweater and kicked off her underwear, standing naked and clad in shit next to her bed. She couldn’t make eye contact with Jake and turned around, crying.

He stared at her naked from behind. Her ass was covered with shit and the smell was horrible. The whole room suddenly felt very warm, like a jungle. There was a mound of waste coming out of the small pile of clothes on the floor, shit piled in a short stack on the bed. She was crying. As he stood silent and amazed, Lauren reached around and put her hands on her ass cheeks, gently smearing the shit. The touch, the smell, the feeling of dirty shit clinging to her ass, her thighs, filthy shit on her pussy, the wrenched stink – all of it, together, she couldn’t help herself, and felt her pussy warming. She moaned, softly, and still standing with her back to Jake, pulled her ass cheeks apart, slowly bent slightly forward and pushed. Liquid shit rushed out in a spurt, spraying on the floor, down her thighs, covering the thicker shit already there. She groaned.

There was silence. Jake stood staring, unbelieving, his mouth open with disbelief. Lauren stood up straight but did not turn around. She could hear him breathing. She inhaled, deeply, slowly, and gently started to rub her breasts, smearing her beautiful white skin with shit. She ran her hands down her stomach, feeling the tightness there that replaced the pot belly she had only ten minutes ago. Her anus felt on fire, she could feel it quivering slightly, a bit of diarrhea slowly dripping out and her pussy felt wet from the inside. She concentrated on the sensation of the warm shit on her pussy lips and smeared some into her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. The smell was overwhelming, disgusting, and in a sudden moment of clarity she wondered if the smell was obvious from the hallway. She gasped, held her arms at her sides. Oh, god, no, no, no, what have I done! She heard Jake clear his throat behind her.

Jake moved slowly to pick up his book bag. He looked at Lauren, naked, dripping with sweat and shit, her back to him, grabbed his bag and moved to the door. Lauren, still facing away, said nothing. He quickly opened the door and left.

**** ***** ****

The cleanup was horrendous. She hadn’t had time to properly gather her cleaning supplies and set up beforehand. Her bedspread, sheets, and comforter were all ruined. As were her sweats and underwear. The shear volume of shit was also a problem – how could she transport it out of her room without anyone seeing or smell it? Then there was Jake.

She waited until midnight. At midnight all the girls that were going out were out and all the girls that were staying in were in. There was a window from midnight until about 2 AM during which time few if any students would be in the hallways of the dorms. She would of course have to be careful about girls headed to the bathroom.

It took almost two hours of carefully carrying trash bags downstairs and out to the dumpsters while avoiding other students, security guards, and randoms. She spent the next two hours carefully cleaning and sanitizing her room. Luckily the shit hadn’t penetrated through to the mattress, which was a good thing as she knew she’d have to explain if she tried to get a new one. At about 4 AM she deposited the last trash bag, got a shower, remade her bed, and fell asleep.

She laid in bed until noon. She stared at the ceiling and listened to her music. She was both angry at herself for ruining the ritual and humiliated that Jake was witness to her filth. She wasn’t so much worried about Jake telling other people – she suspected he wouldn’t and felt pretty confident that few if any people would believe him if he did – she was upset and somewhat mystified at her behavior. The ritual was personal, it was private, it was for her and no one else. And now it was ruined. What really bothered her, though, was that she performed for him after it all started, performed for him despite herself.

At noon she heard a knock followed by Maureen’s voice inviting her to eat lunch. Maureen lived on the hall, was nice enough, though a bit obsessed with joining a sorority for Lauren’s taste, and always wanted to get a group together for lunch. Lauren accepted.

She ate with Maureen and her friend Alison. Lauren found Alison, who lived on the hall as well, incredibly irritating but generally good natured. She lived for boys and was rumored to have already fucked a bakers dozen since August. The fraternity boys all seemed to know her on a first name basis. Lauren had never really talked to Alison on a meaningful level and didn’t care to. However, she and Maureen were decent company for lunch as they were up on the dorm gossip and felt it was their duty to make sure everyone else was too.

After about an hour of discussing the week’s hook-ups, both actual and rumored, Alison met Lauren’s gaze and out of nowhere asked:

“So, what’s up with Jake Henderson? I saw him leave your room yesterday with the weirdest look on his face. Are you guys dating? Are you guys fucking?” asked Alison. The way she said it suggested she had been waiting to ask since she first saw Lauren.

“There’s nothing going on, Alison, he was dropping off notes. I don’t like him like that.”

**** ***** ****

Back in her room Lauren wondered about Jake. What did he think about what happened? Would he bring it up when they saw each other again? What should she say?

Maureen had convinced her to go out that night. Normally she probably would have stayed in on Friday night but she was feeling oddly trapped in her dorm room and didn’t want to spend the whole night there. She was also feeling pretty good from eating a lunch that wasn’t selected for its incredible fiber content. Her body felt relieved after the purging of shit. She loved that part of the ritual, that sense of being new somehow afterward, transformed by pushing out every gram of feces in her body, purified. She felt good.

She stared at her body naked in her mirror as she got ready. Turning to her side she observed her slimness restored, the pot belly completely gone, only a smooth stomach now. She turned again until her ass was facing the mirror before grabbing a smaller hand mirror and moving to the bed. Laying down she positioned the mirror so she could see her anus and vaginal lips. She stared for several minutes, gently flexing and unflexing her anus, softly rubbing her pussy, watching the juices slowly gather on the lips. With one hand she continued rubbing her pussy while with the other she started stroking her anus, slowly, in small circles, before wetting a finger in her mouth and slowly sliding it in her ass. With one finger in she flexed and unflexed her anus, watching it in the mirror. She pulled her finger out and examined it for any particles or colors and smiled when she judged it to be clean. She smelled her finger, smelled the gentle stink of her ass on her finger, that particular and peculiar smell that she loved over all others. She wondered if her ass smelled better than other people’s asses. It wasn’t that her ass smelled like roses – it smelled like ass and sweat and pussy – but it was like a pheromone or something designed specifically to arouse Lauren. It didn’t quite smell like shit but had its own unique stink. She would often penetrate her anus with her right middle finger (to the second joint, always) in the morning, carefully avoid washing it the rest of the day, and smell it inconspicuously throughout her day. The ritual was born out of the impossible fantasy of saturating herself completely with that smell.

Laying in bed, she put down the mirror and tried to stop thinking about Jake witnessing her the previous day. She found it to be difficult. She gave up and focused on continuing to get ready for that evening.

She was supposed to meet Maureen downstairs at 10 and had about fifteen minutes left by the time she had finished putting on her makeup. She was wearing a pink skirt an inch longer than any other skirt she knew she’d see at the party and a simple white blouse. She decided on her designer flips flips and her favorite purse. Checking herself out in the mirror she knew she was ready. She looked cute but conservative and secretly hoped she was boring enough to be able to blend in at the party.

The party sucked. It was at some frat guys house a few miles from campus. When they arrived it was already packed, the music was terribly loud, and they only served cheap beer. Lauren had trouble hearing Maureen over the music, refused to drink the beer, avoided talking to boys, and decided at midnight to walk back to campus alone. She spotted Maureen on the back deck making out with some random and decided that Maureen probably didn’t care if she left without telling her. She maneuvered through the crowd, pushed out the door, and started off down the street toward campus.

Despite the windows being down the car seemed to fill up with the stink of Jake’s piss. Lauren felt it coating her chest and face, she had the horrid taste in her mouth, she felt disgusting. Fuck this asshole, she thought to herself, Fucking presumptuous asshole.

They arrived at Jake’s rented house. He shared it with two roommates – John, a part-time student and bartender, and Jenn, full-time student and hippy chick. Neither Jake nor Lauren spoke on the walk up the stairs. Jake swayed just enough to let Lauren know how drunk he really was. He struggled with the keys before opening the door and walking inside. Lauren followed.

Jake motioned for Lauren to follow him as he walked toward the back of the house. He talked as he walked.

“Look, Sasha’s room is in the back – just go in and grab some sweats or whatever. There’s a shower in there, go for it if you want to.”

“Do you think she’ll mind? I’ll bring the clothes over tomorrow after I wash them.”

“Nah,” said Jake, suddenly seeming embarrassed, “She’s cool. She won’t care. I’m going to go change.”

Lauren watched him walk toward the front of the house before entering Sasha’s room. It was dimly lit and almost the Platonic form of a hippy chick’s room. There was the faint odor of incense in the air. Lauren moved back to the bathroom, stripped quickly, and washed her body quickly with a washcloth and soap. She tied her hair up, checked to make sure the piss hadn’t ruined her makeup, gathered her clothes and put them in a trashbag she found under the sink, and went back into Sasha’s room.

Lauren went through her drawers, found a grey sweatsuit and pulled it out. Then she heard the door open and two male voices.

She moved toward Sasha’s bedroom door. She could make out John’s voice, Jake’s voice, and someone else. Jake was speaking too softly to be heard but John, as was typical for him, was overly loud and obviously intoxicated.

“Whoa, whoa, wait wait…. she’s here?” John asked. Lauren heard Jake respond but couldn’t make out what he said.

“In Sasha’s room? What the fuck man?” John said. More mumblings from Jake.

“Damn right son. Haha. Dude, Jake is dating this shit freak from school. Yeah, yeah that girl!” She heard more mumblings. “Freaky chick shits all over herself man!”

Lauren realized she had misjudged Jake. He had told John and god knows who else. Surely John will tell (or has already) everyone and anyone. She knew John through Alison and knew he was a drunk, a loudmouth, and an asshole but was also popular and well liked by the student body. While she had thought no one would believe Jake if he told anyone about what had happened she knew people would believe John, even if he was telling it second hand. She quickly dressed, grabbed the trashbag with her urine soaked clothes, her purse, and left Sasha’s room.

John, Jake (now clad in shorts and tshirt, urine free), and another guy were sitting in the front room drinking. They had heard Sasha’s door open and were silent when Lauren walked in the room.

The third boy stood up and offered his hand to Lauren.

“Hey, I’m Mike,” he said shaking Lauren’s hand.

“Hello Mike,” Lauren said, avoiding eye contact. John and Jake stared at her.

“Hey Lauren, man, what’s up?” John asked, staying seated, “What are you doing over here?”

“Uhh, she was dropping something off,” said Jake.

“Oh, is that right?” John said, feigning interest, eyes bright with laughter. “Was she bringing over some toilet paper? Or diapers?”

John started laughing. Jake blushed and Mike sat down, smiling and chuckling with John.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” asked Lauren, feeling anger rising in her chest.

“Well,” John said, with a smirk, “Jake told me a pretty interesting story about you. About something that happened yesterday.”

Lauren looked at Jake. He was blushing, staring at the floor, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh,” Lauren said, turning back to John. “What happened?” She was expressionless.

“Well, he said you got a little messy. He said you did some pretty sick shit in front of him, stuff he’s never even seen in porn before.” She could tell from his tone he was turned on. She felt her anus tighten.

“Fuck you,” Lauren said as she headed for the door. John got up and moved toward her but she brushed past him and went out the door. John followed her down the stairs.

“Where you going?” he said trying to catch up with her as she walked quickly down the street. She turned down an alley and picked up her pace.

“Fuck you. Leave me alone!” she shrieked at him.

“Wait, wait,” John said grabbing her arm and stopping her. “I was just joking, come on, Jake is a fucking liar.”

Lauren stared at John. He moved closer.

“You like shit?” he whispered, pulling her close to him. He raised one of his fingers to her nose and she inhaled the faint but unmistakable odor of ass on his finger. She closed her eyes and breathed it in again. She opened her eyes and gently pushed John back. The alley was lit by streetlights but it was lined with high walls overgrown with vines that obscured the houses on either side.

John said nothing. Lauren watched as John reached behind himself and put his hand down the back of his pants. He closed his eyes and grunted before pulling his hand out and slowly raising his finger back to Lauren’s nose. In the light she could see dirt on his finger and as he brought it closer to her nose she could smell the shit on it. She felt her heart beat quicken, a sudden warmth in her loins, the familiar clenching and unclenching of her anus.

“I..” she started before John slowly inserted his finger in her mouth. She stared into his eyes as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her mouth. She could taste his shit in her mouth and closed her lips around his finger, sucking hard. She closed her eyes.

She heard John unzip his pants and the rustling of his jeans as he let them fall to his feet. She could swear she smelled his cock. She opened her eyes.

John pulled his finger from Lauren’s mouth, letting a string of spit drip down her chin, and wiped his finger around her chest. He stood with pants down. Lauren reached down and slowly cupped his balls, eliciting a small moan from John. She felt herself getting wet and she continued to rhythmically contract her anus. John leaned closer and gently kissed Lauren as her hand moved from his balls to the shaft of his erect cock, stroking it slowly. She felt John’s tongue slip into her mouth, opened her lips a bit more, and felt him push his tongue deep into her mouth. She could feel the heat of his cock as she slowly stroked it, a bit of pre-cum wet her hand.

John pushed Lauren back toward one of the walls in the alley, but gently and while staring in her eyes. Lauren leaned back against the wall, stroking John’s cock with one hand, and with the other she took his finger. She raised it back to her mouth and slid it back in. The shit taste was gone as she sucked it and listened to another soft moan from John. He pulled it from her mouth, reached behind him, inserted the now moist finger back into his asshole before pulling it out and putting it back into Lauren’s mouth. She could taste the faint flavor of ass. She closed her eyes and moaned.

She felt John pull his finger from her mouth and then place both his hands on her hips. She kept stroking him, feeling his cock start to throb, while he slowly pulled down her borrowed sweat pants. She had put her underwear in the trash bag with her urine soaked clothes. The cool night air sent the hairs on her thighs and ass on end. He leaned in and kissed her while she felt his hand move up her naked thigh and rest on her pussy. He gently started massaging it. Lauren could feel her juices on John’s skin, she smelled the excitement of her pussy mingle with the musk of John’s cock and balls.

She pushed him back, staring into his eyes, pulled her hand slowly from his cock, before turning around and facing the wall, her back to him.

“You know what I want,” she said softly, almost whispering.

Her anus relaxed suddenly and she gently moaned while slowly bending from the hip and pressing her chest and face against the wall in the alley. She felt John pull her sweatpants down to her feet. She felt his hands on her ass cheeks and he slowly spread them. He knelt and she could feel his warm breath brushing against her asshole which quivered unintentionally. Lauren let out a low groan.

She held her breath and could hear John inhaling deeply, could feel how close his nose was from her anus.

“God, you smell so good,” John whispered, inhaling again, closer this time. He pulled her ass cheeks further apart and she could feel the tip of his nose on her anus. He inhaled again, slowly and deeply, before sighing gently. Lauren slowly let her breath out and felt her anus tighten then loosen. Her pussy started throbbing, she could feel her juices working their way down her lips and she imagined her pussy glistening with her juices.

Suddenly she felt John’s tongue at the top of her ass crack slowly sliding down. Her heart sped up, she held her eyes closed tight. This had never happened before, she had never had anyone touch her anus but herself.

She let out another deep moan when she felt his tongue reach her anus and slowly circled it before gently pushing against it. John softly groaned and gently slid his tongue over her anus. Lauren reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit very slowly and softly.

She felt John pushing against her asshole with his tongue, wet but firm, and she felt herself slowly opening to him. She groaned, again loudly, as she felt the tip of his tongue enter her. John groaned and forced his tongue deep into her ass. She quickened the pace on her clit.

For a moment she was completely lost in it and became aware that John had stood up. She felt his cock, throbbing, rubbing against her ass cheeks, slowly moving between them into her ass crack. She leaned her upper body against the wall and reached back to pull her cheeks open, breathing heavily, as John rubbed the head of his cock against her anus, moist from his tongue. John groaned, his breathing quickened.

“I wanna be in your ass, I wanna feel my cock sliding in your fucking ass,” he said, softly and slowly, into her ear. “I’m going to cum in your ass and I want to watch you push it out.”

“Wait,” Lauren said, softly, again almost a whisper, “Wait…”

She felt his body against her and his cock pushing against her asshole. He grunted and pushed hard, Lauren gasped with pain, could feel her anus tighten.

“Wait,” she said. She reached behind and touched his cock. She could feel herself sweating, the wetness all over her body, could smell his sweat and his cock, imagined him, moments before, with his tongue sliding into her ass. She moved his cock closer to her pussy and he tried to thrust when he felt the wetness of her, but she held his cock firmly.

“Wait,” she said. She closed her eyes, holding his cock right beneath her pussy, and briefly concentrated for a moment. John felt warm liquid run down his dick before he heard her piss hit the dirt. She moaned softly and relaxed a bit more feeling her bladder emptying on John’s erect cock. For a moment she could feel John’s upper body stiffen and thought he might pull away, but she felt him relax as her warm piss ran down his cock, across his balls, dripping down into the dirt of the alley, down his thighs, down her thighs. She guided his cock back up to her asshole.

John groaned and pushed. Lauren felt pain, felt her anus resisting, felt herself tightening against the burn. John pushed harder. His cock was coated in her urine and he could feel her asshole slowly accept the head of his dick. Lauren moaned loudly, grunted, and suddenly squirted out the last of her urine. He wanted to see it, he wanted to watch his cock entering her ass, but was afraid of pulling away from her. He felt her start pushing back against him, her ass slowly opening up, slowly taking his urine lubed cock, and Lauren’s moans started getting dangerously close to screams.

“Shhh!” he whispered in her ear. He pushed again and felt his cock slide deep into Lauren, so tight, tighter than any girl’s pussy he had ever had. The thought of what he was doing was suddenly clear in his mind and he could feel himself getting ready to cum. He pushed deeper, his hands on her hips, pulling her onto his cock, and felt it slide completely inside her.

Lauren let out a loud groan and felt John pull her into him violently, felt his cock suddenly throb uncontrollably in her rectum, and John let out his own groan.

“Fuck, oh God, fuck,” she heard him whisper in her ear. She thought she could feel his cum inside her and found herself wondering if it would come out when she shit. He pulled her onto his cock again, hard, and she felt his whole body tighten before relaxing, his head resting on her back.

She felt him slowly pull out of her ass and groaned with pain. It struck her as odd but reasonable that his cock leaving her ass felt just like pushing out shit. However, she could feel her anus straining and knew it would hurt in the morning worse than after any of her rituals. She felt fluids drip down her backside and legs as John pulled himself out. She stayed resting against the wall, her borrowed sweatpants, now themselves covered in urine, around her ankles, her asshole rhythmically flexing as she tentatively pushed out John’s cum. She heard John pulling up his pants and zipping them. She turned around.

John hurriedly pulled his pants up, avoiding looking at Lauren.

“Uh… look, I gotta go,” he said, apologetically, still avoiding eye contact.

“Ok,” Lauren said, staring at him.

“I’ll.. uh… I’ll see you, ok,” he mumbled as he turned and stumbled down the alley. Lauren watched him go until he was gone.

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