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Fucking in the Big House on Walnut Street
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Fucking in the Big House on Walnut Street "Hey Jimmy. Ready to fuck?" My eyes opened wide at the adorable, dark haired pixie standing in the doorway. She was wearing a grey hool sweatshirt that was probably sizes too large for her tiny frame. The fabric was big, bulky, and barely covered her ass. My eyes took a long, meandering look up and down her body for good measure. I was betting that this coed cutie wasn't wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt. "Wow," I chuckled, "I wasn't anticipating seeing you here tonight Robin." "Why not? I live here." At first I thought she was sassing me back, but then I realized from Robin's blank expression that she was genuinely confused. "Good point," I replied, adjusting my words to Robin's slightly slower speeds. "I had just expected to see Cora, that's all. A couple of hours ago she ed me and asked me if she could come over." "Oh totally, that's true." "Is she here?' "Yeah, she told me to get the door." "Oh cool." "But Cora has been tied up ever since she ed you," Robin said airily, before bursting with a fit of giggles. I squinted, soaking up just how adorable this raven haired cutie really was. She may be petite, but damn did she have some wicked curves. "No problem, Robin, I can wait. But girl, I must say, you look good tonight. It's been too long..." "Since you fucked me?" Robin interrupted. My words stopped cold. Robin grinned, obviously enjoying throwing me off my game. She lifted a hand and ed with a strand of her hair, twirling it absently as she started to talk. "I quite agree. I need to get bd. Hard." "My pussy won't just fuck itself," Robin said, matter-of-factly. "Neither will Cora's. So maybe you would like to come into my room?" My jaw dropped open and I think I gave her the dopiest smile in the history of dopey smiles. So Robin batted her eye lashes and bulldozed on. Her t was slightly conspiratorial, but she still didn't have any shame. "Of course we don't have to do that. We could totally continue to talk and talk and talk about how we are going to hook up with each other. Eventually though, I'd get so hot that I'd have to reach for your wiener and start blowing you right here in the hallway. And guess what Jimmy? That might, like, get me noticed, choking all over your fat dick. Oh yum! I can be such a slut sometimes." I wondered where Mike was hiding or if he were anywhere in the house at all. Robin picked up speed as she prattled on. Her face lit up, bursting with uncontainable excitement. She clapped her hands, punctuating her words and exclaimed; "Hey, I have an even funnier idea. Oh I can't believe I'm going to say this, but perhaps you'd like all of our friends in the house to watch me giving you head? I could totally give lessons even." I gasped. While I didn't believe she was serious, with Robin could never be sure.  Robin looked at the startled expression on my face, erupted with laughter, and punched me lightly on the arm. "Just kidding, I'm totally ing with you. Jeez you're way too easy and such a perv, Jimmy." But before I too could entirely laugh off the moment, she leaned in and purred, "I still want to suck you cock, though." I had forgotten how naughty Robin could be. I guess being a horndog slut had become a way of life for her. Then I had a thought. Could I test her? Give her an "oral exam" of sorts? "Ummmm..." I mumbled, calculating my response. I grinned widely, locking eyes with Robin. The large chested beauty held my gaze. I could see no hesitation. Or fear... And then I lowered my zipper. Robin's eyes widened: the brown beauties were as big as saucers. For an instant her breath caught. She shook her head and bit her lower lip. The slut was out of practice. She never dreamed that I would actually her bluff. "No is coming," I whispered. Robin turned her head in both directions to verify that we wouldn't have any on-lookers. I could see the trepidation in her face. The hall was still empty, but would it remain that way for long? There were about 8 people living in the Big House on Walnut Street this time of the hool year. "Go for it," I said quietly. "Suck my cock." This time though, my voice had an edge. My words were not a plea or a suggestion: they were a command. Robin nodded and fell to her knees. Her tiny hand reached into my jeans and pulled out my stiffening shaft. I wasn't quite hard yet, but clearly the idea of getting head in the hall of our house appealed to me. Robin licked her lips once and then her mouth deended. I knew that this girl wouldn't be able to resist the naughty thrill of blowing me in a public place. Really, I think most women want to perform and get caught. My multiple relations with the rumptious college coeds had born out this theory. All their pussies got hotter than hell with the thought that they might accidentally be putting on a show. I wondered (not for the first time) if I could somehow do academic research on this topic. If so, would I have to change my grad degree to psych? Robin took about half of my monster in a single gulp. Her mouth was soft and warm. I couldn't but groan as her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft. She paused there for a moment holding the position, before releasing herself with a sputter. We looked at each other and grinned. I don't think either of us believed that this moment was real. Were we really doing this? Yes, we fucking were. Robin wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke. She licked the tip and then hocked a big load of spit all over my dick. The moisture made everything slippery. But like a dutiful slut, Robin worked the saliva into my skin. Robin smiled devilishly as she reached around and grabbed my butt with both hands. "Do it, Jimmy," she implored me softly. "It has been a long time and I need the cock. Shove that shit in soft, it'll get hard. Trust me. Fuck my face." I shook my head and chortled demoniy. Damn girl! I grabbed her hair in my hands, bunching it. I held the soft strands tightly so I could control the pace of the skull fucking. Then without further delay I pulled her onto my cock. My clothing soon fell off for some reason. Robin took most of my meat on the first thrust. Her lips created a delicious suction. Saliva burbled up from her throat, coating the front of my jeans. I heard her gag. Feeling sorry for her, I took a step back so I could pull out. We slipped to the floor and I flipped her thong to the side and began licking her hot tasty pussy right there in the hall way. A true 69 with me on top fucking her in the face as I licked her hy pot. I started to get back up. Robin would have n of that. The slut clutched my ass tightly and forcibly pulled me back onto her face. She wanted it, damn it! No half-assed shit. Fair enough. I bucked my hips up and down, stabbing my cock deeper. My skin past her teeth. The friction stung a little, but I didn't care. I was deep in her throat and it was time for another thrust. My cock was now painfully erect. I pulled back and with a growl I roared forward. I wouldn't stop until my nuts were resting on Robin's chin. Back and forth I went each time demanding a little more ground as I sucked her clit. Robin was gagging. The noise coming from her throat sounded like a quacking duck. Drool was flowing freely. A long stringer dangled lewdly from her chin. And there it was. I was rock hard and fully buried in Robin's throat. The dark haired slut had actually d it. Robin might be a ditz, but she was helluva cocksucker. Her nose was against my ball sack. There was zero space between us. She held that pause: , , , , fifteen, and then a release. She let go of my ass and uncorked from my dick, gasping. Robin looked a little different. Drool and saliva coated the bottom half of her face. The heat of our bodies smudged her maara (which I hadn't noticed before) and made it drippy. Tears were forming around her eyes and her hair was a disheveled mess. But most interestingly, there was massive grin illuminating Robin's pretty face. Robin kissed my dick lightly on the tip. "Ohh... nice cock," she murmured, as she stood up. She giggled lightly and wiped away the spittle from her face. "Oh Jimmy, that was so yummy. I can't tell you how much I needed that. Oh fuck, my coochie is tingling." "Ohmigawd!!! That was, like, such a treat," Robin said, all bubbly and bouncy. She flipped her hair and continued, "The 69 certainly wasn't in the plan. But that's no biggie. I think she can deal for an extra minute or ." "She?" "Oh silly," Robin gushed, slapping me on the arm. She then explained, as if to a , "C'mon. You know I mean my roomie. Cora's been in all kinds of knots until she could see you." Robin bubbled over with giggles. I shook my head in disbelief at her ease over the situation. And at that moment our good luck ran out. I guess it was inevitable. can only fuck naked in a semi-busy hallway for a little while before somebody happens along. In this case it was a girl coming from the showers. Wearing an old high hool t-shirt and bulky boxers, she didn't look ready for company. The girl had a towel wrapped around her head and carried a bucket of shampoo and body wash. She was lost in her own thoughts. While the girl didn't see us at first, she stopped dead in her tracks about fifteen feet away. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. I guess we were a pretty unusual and jarring dis. "Ummm... Robbie," the girl stammered, as she turned an odd shade of purple. "Excuse me. I didn't mean... umm... yeah so, yeah..." I immediately averted my eyes and tried to pull my clothing back over my naked body while my cock was still hard and dripping with fresh saliva. Robin squealed and dove behind me, trying to block her obvious nudity with my body. "Ellie, wow, fuck," Robin exclaimed. Just moments ago Robin had been all confidence and bravado. That façade was shattered. While she might enjoy ing like an über-slut, the situation had spun too far, too fast. Robin had never seemed comfortable thinking on her feet: and this would certainly be the kind of situation that would test even the most unflappable of individuals. The dark haired pixie was rendered senseless. In response, all she could do was curse and make a strangled gasp. Ellie, as I now knew her, regained her composure and closed the distance between us. "Sorry guys, umm I'm just going to my room," she said, her words tumbling from her lips in a nervous jumble. "Excuse me. If I could just oot by... Shit. No problem, though. Don't worry about it. It happens all the time. I'm sure I'll forget all about it. I don't even know what I saw." I snorted. I couldn't myself. The situation was just so goddamn ridiculous. This poor girl was just out for a shower and she bumbled on nearly naked pervs getting frisky in her dorm hallway. At least she wasn't yelling and threatening anything serious. Holy fuck! As she passed us Ellie's gaze drifted downward and landed directly on my cock! A private smile crept across her face as she licked her lips. She twittered lightly and then met my eyes for the briefest of moments. Ellie wasn't trying to hide at all. Quite the opposite actually; this chick was actively checking out my cock. She started to speak, but thought better of it. Instead she bit her lip and threw her head back as if to ask the heavens "why?" Seeing that Ellie hadn't g berserk, I looked at her dead in the face and shrugged my shoulders. For an instant her forehead runched in thought. Then she went white, took a deep breath, and averted her eyes again. How puzzling! Ellie quickly walked off and turned to her room, just a little further down the hall. She held up her hand and gave us a backwards wave. Ellie wiggled her fingers and said, "Nice Shan, very nice. You lovebirds have a pleasant evening." And then she was g. Robin, who was hyperventilating, let go of my arm (damn she had nails!) and fell against the door jam. "What the fuck?!" she blurted. "Right here? Whoa." Really? Really, really??? I could only throw up my arms and say, "What did you think was going to happen? We were out in the open! At least she didn't catch us while you were blowing me." "Oh fuck!" Robin exclaimed, as her eyes became saucers. I don't think that possibility had occurred to her yet. The bubble floating around her head had finally popped. She sprung, grabbing my collar, and roughly tugging. Robin was a tiny thing but still had some impressive mules. Floundering off the adrenaline rush, we wobbled together into the sanctuary of her bed room. Robin closed the door, flipped the lock, and breathed an audible sigh of relief. I fell to the floor. Sweet exhilaration poured out of me. Robin and I had passed through the shit and emerged clean on the other side. It was pretty clear that Ellie, while thrown, wouldn't report our extra-curricular activities. Of course Cora was waiting and ready. Obviously, the ladies had put a lot of thought into this evening. The girls had moved their bunk bed to the center of the room so that it could be accessed freely from all angles. The aroma of vanilla hung thickly in the air. Cora, who lay face down on the bed, was dimly lit by a flickering backdrop of just a few candles. My coed cutie was clothed in virginal white. Cora was a dream in stockings, a garter belt, and a corset. There were no panties. Her arms and legs were tied with loose pink ribbons to the corners of the bed, putting her most private girl parts into full and open view. A sleep mask blindfolded her, and Cora's long blonde hair was pulled into a single, lustrous ponytail. Most startling though, Cora couldn't speak. There was a ball gag in her mouth. If possible, my raging hard-on got even harder. The humor was broken. The image of Cora bound and gagged changed the ene. Suddenly the world became very still. The beating of my heart echoed in my ears. My dream girl was there waiting and anxious, yet still and patient. I knew what this meant. While hot, this bondage wasn't about kink. Cora had relinquished control and was giving herself to me, completely. She possessed total trust. My dream girl was bare before me, presenting me with the most beautiful and personal gift I could imagine. Robin moved in close behind me. Her naked flesh pressed hotly against my body. I was still on the floor, so the dark haired beauty leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Jimmy, she wanted this," Robin said. "This was all her idea; I don't think Cora has thought about anything else for the last month. She was so desperate. She begged me to her." I was still stunned. "Thank you, Robin." "There are some naughty goodies over there on my desk. Cora doesn't know anything about them. It'd be like a total hot surprise if you used them on her while she's all tied up like that. It'd drive her nuts trying to figure out what's going on. I'm betting the bitch would squirm everywhere." Robin giggled, softly. "I'd like that." I rolled my eyes and smiled sagely. "By the way, don't think I didn't get mine out of the deal," Robin smirked. "Cora more than paid me off. But she also told me I could totally watch if that's ok with you? What do you say?" I must have paused too long, dumbstruck by the vision before me because Robin added, "Pleeeeeease?" "Would it be ok to just watch? This is our first time together since last semester. I'd like this to be about her and me." Robin stood on her tip-toes and nibbled on my earlobe. Her hot breath caaded down my neck, sending a shiver along my spine. hand slid under my shirt until she found my nipple. Clutching the nub between her forefinger and thumb she gave it a light pinch. I couldn't but moan. And then Robin spoke so softly that her words were like a desert breeze. "Anything you like Jimmy, for now..." Robin slowly withdrew and sauntered across the room. Her perfect ass swayed with total comfort and utter confidence. She knew I was watching, memorizing every curve to her tiny frame. In the corner, Robin settled into a bean bag chair propped up against the wall. Legs spread lewdly she nibbled nervously on of her fingernails. She nodded and gave me a wink. I had no doubt that she would make herself cum. It was time for me to move on to Cora. I stood up and crossed the floor. I saw the items Robin had mentid. She had laid out quite an assortment of possible pleasure devices: ice in a bucket, whipped cream, a couple of dildos, a belt, baby oil, a wash cloth, lotion, a hairbrush, fabric swatches ( silk and the other burlap), hy, clothespins, a teddy bear, chocolate syrup, a feather, and a math book (?). I grinned. I would be hard pressed to find a use for all of these items. I would have to pick and choose carefully. Where to begin? Not saying a word, I picked up the brush and ran it through Cora's long, blonde ponytail. My girl was a princess and deserved to be treated accordingly. I brushed in slow, deliberate strokes working her locks from top to bottom. The bristles moved smoothly through her hair. There were no tangles or knots just a beautiful, shiny mane. I moved Cora's blonde hair to the side and flipped the brush over. Satisfied that she had been properly pampered, it was now time to change my t. Cora would shift (quite willingly) from princess to slut. Starting at the space between her shoulder blades I ran the hard, smooth plastic against her skin. The mules in her back rippled at the brush's touch. Cora had no idea where this first act was going, but I knew that mystery was intoxicating. I moved the brush down her spine, over the corset, through the small of her back, and eventually up to the top of her ass. I performed this action at an excruciatingly slow rate times (the second was brush side down). I needed her to tingle over every lingering sensation. With the hairbrush resting against the round and fleshy globes of Cora's booty, I was sure that she expected a spanking to quickly follow. Indeed, she was a perfect target. Her ass was delightfully firm and ripe. But surprise is sometimes an end unto itself. Why satiate an appetite when the burn is so delicious? The tease was a chasm that could only grow from this point. I wanted to gauge Cora's desire, so I dipped a finger inside of her hy pot. I slid in easily with a soft, crinkly sound. While still tight, there was almost no resistance. She was absolutely soaking wet. When I tried to remove my finger, she moaned through the gag and moved her ass back. I was amused; she was really fucking horny. No dice though, Cora. It was time to move on. Instead, I pulled my finger completely out of her pussy and moved around to the front of the bed. I leaned down and blew gently into her ear. The touch of my breath cut right through her pr body. My presence orched her skin. She quaked with obvious lust and had no place to put it; she wriggled against her binds, enslaved to a fever that couldn't be articulated or sated. This was not a new lust. Cora had been simmering for some time. She wanted more than anything to boil over. I wondered how long she had been tied down. With Robin in charge, it could have been a couple of hours ago. Let's begin this in earnest, I thought. I was still fully - and painfully - erect. Clothes were an annoyance now. I tugged my shirt over my shoulders before stripping off my pants. I finally stepped out of my boxers leaving me completely naked. Cora had ed me bust a nut earlier that afternoon. Then shortly afterward she worked me up to the brink a second time. She was such a sexy slut I couldn't but to succumb to a fresh erection. Just as I was hard and desperate to fuck, she begged off telling me that she had to leave. With a girlish giggle and a wave she was g, g, fucking g. Whether the blonde cutie really needed to rush to class or she just enjoyed the sadistic pleasure of being a tease (probably a little of both); she had left me with a merciless case of blue balls. Robin and her exhibitionistic desires had revved me up anew. My cock had gotten excruciatingly hard shortly after she popped it into her mouth. The incident with Ellie, while terrifying, had d nothing to diminish my erection (I guess I have my own exhibitionist streak). Now I had Cora bound and gagged, sed out before me like the Devil's buffet. And I needed some fucking relief. I decided to break the silence. "Oh dear, what did you get yourself into?" I murmured softly. Cora trembled at the sound of my voice. "What did you get yourself into?" Holding my cock at the root, I stood in front of Cora. I touched my dick, just the tip, to her forehead. Her body tensed and I could hear her sigh through the ball gag. "That is my cock Cora. But you know that, don't you? Now it's just a hair's breadth from your mouth. Think about how good it would taste." I picked up the belt and cracked the leather so that it resonated with a loud . Cora tensed and twitched. She hadn't expected the jarring incongruous crackle of leather on leather. Good. I held the belt by the buckle and dangled it over her ass, touching it briefly against her skin. Again Cora shuddered, but only half as powerfully as when I flicked the leather strap against her shapely buttocks. Once, twice, times I smacked the belt against Cora's ass. From past experience, I knew that Cora's carnal cravings would be inflamed by the sharp crackle of a good spanking. I didn't hit her too hard (hurting Cora was the furthest thing from any of my desires), just enough to warm her up. After each "thwack" I grabbed the meaty flesh of her butt. The skin became hotly crimson where the belt landed. I'd then give that darling, supple globe of her ass a brief comforting rub to ease the sting. The sharpness would diminish. And then it would be time for another spanking. As I raised my arm for a th swing, a deep and resonant bonging flared from the speakers behind me. The repetitive, tinny sound was reminient of an alarm clock. Quickly that noise fell away and was replaced by a driving electronic rhythm. A third sound then was mixed into the beat followed by a shattering explosion of drums. I grinned and looked back at Robin. At my startled reaction, she put her hand over her mouth to contain yet another fit of giggles. Then she cranked up the volume. Robin had searched her Ipod and selected the perfect song for this moment, "Smack My Bitch Up," by Prodigy. I shook away my disbelief at Robin's audacity and steeled my back. I gave into the music. Now the driving rhythm moved me. A rumbling depth of bass echoed in my chest. My arm rose and fell to the beat. Cora's ass danced under my ministrations, perfectly in time with the music. She was still silent because of the ball gag, but I could almost envision her moaning in syncopation with the siren's in the song. Together their voices would curl upward, winding together and fully interlink. The women would soar higher and higher to a gossamer creendo of femi delight. And on the edge of the knife... "Smack my bitch up!" I dropped the belt on the floor and moved to the front of the bed. I released the ball gag and pulled it from Cora's mouth. She gasped and sputtered, before releasing a keening wail, "YEEEESSSSSS!!!" My hands were on either side of her head. Cora moaned again at my firm and directing touch. I stepped forward. My cock pressed against her mouth. The tip grazed her lips ever so slightly. Would she take it in? Was it even a question? Cora wriggled and ooted on her stomach, moving forward as much as the loose bindings will allow. I backed up, fully. She smiled broadly as tears of joy streamed down her face. Cora opened wide, licking her lips. "Please, please, please, oh please Jimmy," she whined. "Don't move away. I have to have your cock. Gimme... I must.... I'll be soooooo good." The slut was telling the truth; her deepest being craved my cock. Her body was wracked with anticipation. And then in the ultimate plea, Cora formed her mouth into a perfect "O" and waited... But again I wasn't going to her game. She had handed control over to me: I would be the dictating the rules tonight. Cora expected me to fuck her face. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of predicting my moves. Instead the unexpected was required. It was time to change holes. I tapped my cock times against Cora's face and moved behind her. Robin caught my attention as I changed positions. She was slumped in the bean bag chair sans thong. Her left hand was buried in her crotch; a small pink vibrator was humming away on top of her clit. A stereo remote control was clutched in her other hand. Robin's eyes were half closed, as she gave into a wave of sensation. I gave her a nod. She licked her lips and returned me a distracted thumb's up. Seeking to surprise Cora, I leapt onto the bed. I positid myself between the blonde's legs, grabbed her hips roughly, and tugged them upward. She groaned, deep and guttural, as I dug my fingertips into the tender flesh of her still smarting ass. Her cunt beckd to me. Wide open and leaking, a pool of pussy juice had gushed onto the dorm regulation bed sheet. Her entire torso had been resting in an enormous wet spot. Fuck she was turned on! I am not sure if I had ever seen her so juicy. If I wanted to maintain surprise I needed to act quickly. Thinking wasn't necessary. thrust and my meat was sheathed inside Cora's slippery cunt. There was almost zero resistance. A slight spray of pussy juice coated my pelvis as I plummeted into her depths. Waves of pleasure echoed over me. For the first time in over a month I was submerged in pure, liquid warmth. How could I have lived so long without this amazing pussy? Our joining flooded me with memories. I felt every touch anew. Cora's pussy was too good. It held me tight, clutching my dick. The walls of her teenage snatch fluttered, prompting my eyes to roll back in my head. Fuck, Cora had been doing Kegel exercises. Prodigy ended and the song changed. A less menacing brand of electronic dance music blared from Robin's speakers. This time Justin Timberlake implored Cora and I (and I guess Robin too) to, get our "sexy on." Preach on brother! Inspired by the music, I leaned forward and bore down on doggie-style Cora. My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to me. My chest touched her back so that I could nibble on her ear. Our sweat mingled, soaking her corset, as we were consumed by a ferocious heat. "Beat it up," Cora groaned, as she felt my w press down upon her. "Now really fucking put some ass into it." I was glad that I had spent the winter months doing flexibility exercises at the gym. I was able to move my hips so that I could bang Cora from a downward angle – both as a thrust and as a grind. About every fifth or th stroke I changed up the angle, swiveling my hips in a circular pattern for variety. Back and forth I went, sliding my dick in and out of her body. While she was tight, movement was still easy. Fuck, Cora's een year old pussy was so wet and slippery. I pinched her nipple and then gave her tit a slap. Cora's response was electric, "Oh yes..... God!!! That pussy is getting beat up. That's the way it should be. I don't want to be able to walk later!" I spanked her ass times in rapid succession. Cora's mules tightened, straining against the bindings holding her in place. She was fucking me back as hard as I was rewing her. Not to hold back my blonde, coed cutie reamed, "Thrust me onto that dick. Pound that pussy. Take it. It is yours to take. Just take it. I'm such a .... Ooooohhhh.... I like it when just grab on like that. Just taking it. You can have my pussy. I'm such a you can have it anytime you want. Just FUCK meeeeeeee...." The torrent of sex seized me. This was in a million fuck, a fornication for the ages, and a reunion of our loins. Cumming was beside the point. I'd held off all day. Hell, I hadn't had a rew in over a month. No matter how good Cora's twat felt, I couldn't just shoot my load. That would be too easy and more than a little pathetic. No, I needed to dig in, to drive forward, and to pummel the shit out of Cora's sweet, goddamn pussy. And so I did. I swallowed, steeling my breath. Biting my lips, I dug deep for the strength to resist the inevitable orgasm. Somewhere inside of me I found it. I could harness that Zen with a simple mantra: fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.... The whole room smelled of sex. The tang of Cora's succulent pussy hung thickly in the air. The slapping, squelching sound of skin-on-skin (occasionally punctuated by an ass-slap) made a lewd, counter-beat to Robin's sexually overloaded musical selections. Cora was flat on the bed and completely beyond words. I towered over her, clutching both ass cheeks in my hands, as I continued to drill her cunt without mercy. For the last several minutes she spoke in an endless litany of garbled groans and grunts, until she finally collapsed under a spasming form of pre-language. Tapping into a bestial spirit, Cora became Neanderthal. Raw sensation of cock and pussy was her only truth. And then I wriggled my index finger up Cora's ass. My second knuckle popped past her sphincter and... Explosion!!! A violent orgasm, perhaps the most powerful I had ever seen, seized my teenaged cock-slut. Cora quaked and shook: every mule in her body tensed. I watched her neck strain as she whipped her head from side to side. Her blonde hair wildly smacked my face as it twirled through the air. I pounded my way through Cora's orgasm and then through small, additional quakes. A thick coat of sweat covered us both. Cora lay limply on the bed. Her moans were now a dull hum. She couldn't even spend enough energy to grunt properly. And now I was almost ready to cum myself. The whole evening had been hot and sexy. Finding Cora tied up, blindfolded, and gagged would be a great memory for a lifetime. But I didn't want our first time together again to end this way. me a hopeless romantic but I wanted to be able to stare into her eyes as I finally filled my darling slut up with cum. Springing from the bed, I withdrew my cock from Cora's pussy. She let out a soft whine, but otherwise lay back inert. I looked over at Robin and commanded, " me." For a moment, she looked confused (the vibrator was now -thirds of the way inside her cunt), but then she smiled knowingly and nodded. Together Robin and I undid the pink ribbons around Cora's ankles and wrists. I also removed the blindfold. A smile crept to my face, watching her blink away the total darkness. Fuck, she was adorable. Cora was now free to move, but still lay completely motionless on the bed. Robin gave me brief hug. I could feel my cock boring into her flat, hard body stomach. Robin stood on her toes and whispered into my ear, "Take her, Jimmy. Cum inside her. Cora wants it so very badly. She is yours. I'll get mine later." I gave Robin's ass a ful squeeze and she released me with a squeal. I walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Cora around the waist. Gently I flipped her over. Without any additional delay I got on top of the bed and maneuvered between Cora's legs. I fisted my cock and prepared to return home. Her cunt was swollen and red from pounding abuse. Poor girl! No more. Right now would be different: Cora would see a final side of me. Once again, I was awash in Cora's pussy. Without thought she opened herself to me. She welcomed me inside, eagerly accepting everything that I had to give. All I felt was an incredible wetness and heat. Her y, sweet walls were like velvet clutching my cock. Wanting to feel my skin against hers, I laid down on top of Cora. I pulled her close, kissing her neck. I lightly nibbled on her skin causing her to mew contentedly underneath my w. The salty sweetness of our combined sweat crystallized on my tongue. Instinctually her legs wrapped around me, locking around my thighs. Our hips bucked against each other seamlessly as her hands clawed at my back. We were inspired. The fever was amplifying. A white ball of heat raged inside my skin. It kept expanding and expanding threatening to consume me. I would give in to that burning bliss very shortly, as Cora already had. Yet thing was still paramount. This moment could be perfect. Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes. I looked down at Cora, to see her returning my gaze. Her eyes were wide open and pleading. Inside of her I could sense something as deep and yearning as the fire threatening to engulf me. This ultimate truth was resonant to my core. The maxim was so very simple: she wanted me, oh God yes... Cora wanted me. "Kiss me," I cried. Cora broke into beatific grin and then pursed her lips expectantly. The kink and bondage were forgotten. They were façade, a mask to shelter us from staring too blindly into the sun. No. We were lovers waiting desperately. Self was subsumed in an underlying meaning of connectivity. This moment was inevitable. We could only crash into each other. The gap between us closed in a heartbeat. Her cherry lips mashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined. We were joined, perfect, and resolute. Life was sunlight and rainbows; somehow we had found each other. Again. And now I could cum. My seed burst into Cora in several frantic spurts. Her body welcomed me, drinking in every drop. Jet after jet of cum filled her greedy pussy. I gasped and thought; too perfect - this moment is too perfect. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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1/5/2018 10:15 am |
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