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Jeremy Holmes

TJ Holland

Shane Tyler

JT Holland

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Holly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.

The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.

Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Holly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.

Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Holly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.




There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Holly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her. 

Holly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.

She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” Holly said. “That kind of depends.”

“On what?”


“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you like fucking me?” Holly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.

“Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”

“I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”

“Easy,” Holly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”

“Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”

She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”

Smiling, Holly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”

“What are you talking about?”

Holly shrugged.  “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”

I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

“I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”

“Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”

“So you like it rough too?”

“Very rough,” I said.

“Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”

“I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”

“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

“Not at all.”

“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.

“I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”

Holly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”

“It sure looks like it.”

She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.

I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.

“So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Holly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”

“Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.

Holly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.

Holly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.

Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Holly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”

And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.

“Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s always like this.”


Grinning, I nodded.

“Wow,” Holly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”

“The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.

She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”

And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

Holly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but  suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.

She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.

I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.

“What?” she asked, acting all innocent.

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”

“Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.

After blowing me for a good two minutes, Holly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said,  “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.

Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Holly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.

I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.

About five seconds in, Holly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.

It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Holly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.

“It’s a good start,” Holly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Holly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.

Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.

After Holly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Holly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.

Holly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.

She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squeeze, followed by a smack.

Holly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I smacked Holly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.

Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.

It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.

Holly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.

“Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Holly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”

I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her, my cock filling her pussy up.

“Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”

Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.

I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.

As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.

I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.

She replied by bucking harder against me.

I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”

Her eyes wide, Holly nodded.

“Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”

“More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”

I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.

“Like that?” I said.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”

She nodded again.

I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.

“You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.

She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.

Holly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”

She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.

She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Holly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.

“You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

I flashed her a nasty smile.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Holly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”

“I love it,” I said. “I fucking love it.”

She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.

“Slap my ass,” she said.

I did as I was told.

“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”

So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.

“That’s right,” Holly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while I continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but I didn’t let up on it one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

Holly turned up the intensity even more. Her screams reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at me, but simply expressions of pure pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make sure she got there first. So I held back, waiting for her to get there too.

I didn’t have to wait long.

She continued hammering down on me for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she reached orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook at the same time mine did, my cock shooting it’s load up into her pussy as she continued pounding away at me for a few more seconds before falling still.

I gave her one final slap on the ass and she climbed off my cock. She turned around and I could see that she had a wicked smile on her face.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much better,” Holly replied. “Of course, it can still get quite a bit crazier.”

“And it will too,” I said. “Especially now that I know you like it rough.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, bending over and giving me a kiss.

“Neither can I,” I replied, patting her on the leg. “Neither can I.”







Bella and I had just finished our first date when she invited me over to her place to hang out some more. I quickly accepted, and not only because she was an incredibly gorgeous 22-year old woman with Latin features, long black hair, amazingly tight body and caramel-colored skin, but she was incredibly cool too, wry and witty with a self-deprecating sense of humor, just like me.

She led me inside and sat me down on her couch but remained standing, looking down on me, a little half-smile on her lips.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked in her sexy, throaty voice. “Beer? Wine? Something harder?”

“Whatever you’re having,” I said.

“Wine it is, then,” Bella said. She smiled and patted my knee and headed towards the kitchen.

I had to stare at her firm little ass working behind her tight dress as she walked. I just couldn’t help myself.

She cast a glance over her shoulder and caught me staring at her. I started to blush, but she just smiled and said, “Take your socks and shoes off. Get comfortable.”

I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I did as she’d asked while she poured two glasses of wine and made her way back to the couch.

We drank our wine and talked a bit, not about anything important, just shooting the shit. I wanted to make some sort of a move on her but that just wasn’t my thing. It never has been. Luckily for me, it was hers.

We had just finished our wine when I held out my hand so she could hand me her glass. “Another one?” I asked.

“No,” Bella said. “I’m good on wine.”

“O-kay,” I said, drawing the word out. From her tone I figured I’d missed my chance and now the night was going to come to a quick end. As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“So what now?” I asked. “Do you want to watch some television? Listen to music?”

“Actually, I’m feeling pretty dirty,” Bella said, standing up. “I think I need to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

I was caught completely off guard. But I managed to say, “I’d love to,” without sputtering and hopefully without too much surprise showing up on my face.

“Then let’s go,” she said, holding out her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet then led me down the hall.

She led me into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a huge shower, at least ten feet long, with two heads, each on an opposite wall.

As the water warmed up, Bella slipped out of her black dress, revealing nothing underneath but a beige g-string. As I stood staring at her, mesmerized by her ridiculously tight body, she dropped to her knees, right there on the tile floor of the bathroom. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my cock in her hand shortly after that.

After jerking me off for a bit to get me hard, she smacked my cock against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside of my shaft, beginning near my balls and making her way towards the tip.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it as she worked my cock, torturing me by moving slowly and gently over it with her tongue, paying attention to every centimeter of it, in no hurry at all.

 “Holy shit that feels good,” I said under my breath.

Her eyes lit up and I could see she was smiling, even as she continued working my cock. She was obviously enjoying herself, although I suspected she just enjoyed torturing me.

Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she dropped her head further down and started working on my balls, sucking on them one at a time while she continued jerking me off with deliberate hand movements.

I took another deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to control my breathing. It was only moderately successful.

After playing with my cock and balls for a little while longer, Bella slowly climbed to her feet, kissing my stomach and chest as she made her way up. With her hand still grasping my rock-hard cock, she turned around so her back was to me and smacked my cock against her ass a couple of times, her upper body turned towards me so she could watch my face as she messed with me.

“I think the water’s hot enough now,” she said in her sexy, throaty voice. “Do you think you can help me get my panties off?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement coursing through my veins.

I hooked my fingers around the waist of her g-string and bent down, dropping to my knees, slowly peeling her panties off as I went. Once I had them off, her amazing, impossibly firm ass was right in front of my face.

I couldn’t just let the opportunity pass me by, especially after what she’d already done to me. So I gently pushed her legs further apart, them put one hand on each of her asscheeks, spread them wide, then buried my face in her ass.

“Oh my,” Bella said, still sounding in total control, as she had all night. “That was unexpected.”

Smiling at her reaction to my little maneuver, I went to work on her pussy with my tongue, running it up and down her snatch, increasing the speed with every pass. Once she was good and wet, I pressed my face forward, burying my tongue inside her.

With my tongue deep in her pussy, I looked up the length of her body to see how she was reacting to my intrusion. Due to her lack of vocalization, it was difficult to tell.

From what I could see with my limited point of view, her arms were locked out against the wall and her head was thrown back, spilling her hair down over her shoulder and down her back. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. So I forced my tongue further inside her.

This got a reaction from her, in the form of a gasp and a low moan. Plus she pushed her ass further back against my face, forcing my tongue even further inside her pussy and practically smothering me with her flesh.

As the water rained down in the shower, waiting for us to enter, I held my face against Bella’s insides, unable to breath but not caring in the least, tasting her sweet muskiness as she grinded her ass against me.

At some point—I’m not sure how long; time is funny when you’re face is buried in a woman’s ass—I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to get some air into my lungs. So I pulled back and took a deep breath.

I was just about to dive in again when she grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. Turning around, she pulled my shirt off then pressed her body up against mine, her small, firm tits pushing against my chest and my cock rubbing up against her stomach.

“Thanks for that,” she said, smiling up at me, our eyes locked together. “You caught me off guard a little bit.”

“What? You didn’t expect that from me?”

“I don’t expect that from any man,” she said. “At least, not after just one date.”

“Then I guess you haven’t been with the right men,” I said.

“Apparently not,” she replied, laughing softly. “Now come on in,” she continued, gesturing towards the shower. “It’s time to get all wet and slippery.”

Bella turned and opened the door to the shower. Then she grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me inside.

Once we were inside the shower, with the water beading down on us, we got things ramped up again.

We started slowly, kissing and making out while the water sprayed down us, enjoying the slipperiness provided from the effects of water on skin. Half a minute later, Bella’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and started to rub it while still exploring my mouth with her tongue.

In reply, I ran my hand down Bella’s stomach and started rubbing her pussy. I used two fingers to work her snatch, occasionally changing up the pressure to keep things interesting. With our lips still attached, I could feel her breath getting shorter as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

Two minutes later, Bella abruptly pulled my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. Staring at me the whole time, she licked my fingers clean of her juices.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” she said, our eyes locked together.

“So do I,” I said. “In fact, I’m thinking about going back down and getting another drink from the source.”

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’d prefer if you saved that for later,” Bella said. “Because right now I need that nice, hard cock of yours inside of me.”

“If you insist,” I replied.

“I do,” Bella said, flashing me a nasty little smile. She backed herself up against the shower wall and put her foot on the bench built into it, opening herself up to me. Then she beckoned me over with her finger.

I walked over and pressed my body against hers. She immediately grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It slid in with just a hint of resistance. We both let out simultaneous gasps as I entered her.

“Fuck me with that big cock of yours,” Bella said, her voice still controlled, as it had been all night. She wrapped her leg around my waist, leaving her to balance on one leg. “Slowly. Inch by inch. I want to feel all of it.”

Even though she was dripping wet (and not just from the water pouring over us) I did as she asked, working my cock deliberately, sliding in and out of her pussy from tip to base with every thrust, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.

 “Holy shit that feels fucking incredible,” Bella said, her arms draped around my neck to keep her balance. Our faces were centimeters apart. “I love the way your cock feels inside me.”

She leaned in and planted her lips on mine, kissing me and running her hands through my hair as we continued to fuck. Her tongue grew more insistent, which in turn made me more excited, resulting in me slamming my cock into her with ever-increasing urgency.

The silkiness slipperiness of Bella’s water-covered skin was amazing. I couldn’t keep my hands off it, moving from her firm, amazing tits to her stomach to her legs to her back. Just touching her was turning me on so much that I had to mix things up before it was too late.

So I grabbed her around the hips and lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. She, in turn, hooked her other leg around my hips, to help hold herself up. Once she was settled in, I hooked my arms under her ass to complete the setup.

With me holding her up I was able to fuck her with more intensity, pounding my cock into her pussy deeper than before.

“That’s right,” she said, her voice still controlled but insistent. “There you go. Give it to me like you mean it. Harder, baby. Harder.”

So I did, hammering my cock into her pussy with more aggressiveness. We got into a perfect rhythm, our bodies working in time, both of our hips coming towards each other, coming together at the exact right moment.

Wet, slapping sounds filled the shower every time our bodies came together and our groans and grunts echoed everywhere.

“Just like that, just like that,” Bella said, more adamantly now. Her controlled demeanor was starting to crack for the first time all night. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, letting out a deep moan a few seconds later then biting down on her bottom lip and shivering for a few seconds. It was a subdued orgasm, as was her style, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.

Once it had passed Bella unhooked her legs from around my waist and slipped down to the floor of the shower. She kept going, letting my cock slip out of her pussy and dropping to her knees in front of me.

“I want to lick my pussy juices off your cock,” she said, looking up at me. “Is that okay with you?”

Smiling widely, I nodded my head and she went to work with her tongue, running it up and down my cock. Once it was clean she took my cock in her mouth, just the tip at first, then more and more of it until it had completely disappeared.

I stood there with the water beating down on me and Bella deepthroating me for what seemed like an eternity before she released her hold on my cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, marveling at Bella’s abilities.

“Did you like that, baby?” she said, her eyes twinkling and her mouth turned up in a little smile.

“I fucking love it,” I said.

“Not as much as I do,” Bella replied.

“Oh, I doubt that,” I said, smiling.

“Are you ready for some more?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I replied.

“But I thought you liked it?” Bella said, pouting.

“I do, I do,” I said. “But I liked it a little too much. And I want to mess around some more before I finish up.”

“Are you serious?” Bella asked.

“Completely,” I replied.

“Damn,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “I really haven’t ever met a man like you before.”

“I told you,” I said, lifting Bella to her feet. Once she was up, I backed her to the bench and sat her down, then sat down on the floor of the shower in front of her. I opened her legs wide and started eating her pussy.

I love eating women out because there’s no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to work without having to worry about cumming. Plus most women enjoy it just as much, if not more, than actual sex. So the way I saw things, it was a win-win.

Certainly, Bella was enjoying it. She was moaning and groaning louder than she had all night, especially  when I mixed things up, like suck on her clit or stick a couple fingers inside her and finger-fuck her while I ate her out.

At one point, Bella grabbed ahold of my hair and held me between her legs, smashing me against her pussy. While she held me in place, she pushed her hips forward and rode my rigid tongue, grinding against me with serious force.

Half a minute later she unleashed a guttural groan that was more intense than any other sound she’d made all night.

“Ho-ly shit,” she said shortly after, her voice missing the control it had maintained all night up until that point. “Right there, right fucking there,” she practically screamed. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

I had no plans on stopping even before she’d said anything, but just to be sure, she wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t move.

Bella grinded against my face harder and faster than ever as she rose towards another orgasm. Her pussy was soaking wet, drenching me as much as the water from the shower was, her juices covering my face.

And then she was there. She sucked in a sharp gasp of air, then her body froze for a few seconds before she exhaled and her pussy released another wave of wetness, soaking me even further.

Bella released her leg-lock on my head and used my hair to pull me to my knees, so my cock was pressing against her. Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering and her eyes locked on mine, she grabbed ahold of my cock and guiding it towards her pussy. Without saying a word, she slipped my cock inside her and aggressively shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I was close to cumming by now so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started hammering away at her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand moved up her smooth, wet stomach and I grabbed ahold of her tit and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in my body but it didn’t help at all. I was too far along to slow down.

I grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them over my shoulders, giving me more leverage. With my hands still squeezing Bella’s tits, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy, giving her my cock balls-deep.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath. It was just about that time. And Bella knew it too.

“It’s your turn, baby,” she said, staring directly at me. “It’s your turn to cum. Are you ready?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Then cum inside me,” Bella said. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

I did as she asked, thrusting my hips forward one last time and then holding my body in place with my cock deep inside her pussy. I shuddered slightly as I came, my breath releasing in a rush, then shivered for a few seconds as I finished releasing.

“Wow,” Bella said once we’d decoupled from each other and stood back up. “Just, wow.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Tell me about it.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you were way better than I was expecting,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I hear that all the time,” I said.

“Well you won’t be hearing it from me ever again,” Bella said, planting a kiss on my lips. “Because next time I’ll be expecting it.”

A satisfied smile wormed its way onto my face. “Next time,” I said. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yep,” Bella said, returning my grin. “And the time after that, and the time after that, and the time after that too.”

The sound of our laughs filled up the shower.








I’ve learned in this life there are three kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever) and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives. Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always watched and wondered about.

Most of my college Friday nights were spent handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or persons again. Lucky for me, Peri and Steve were around on the inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning. 

Peri was adorable. With her short brown hair and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in more than a drink or two but tonight she and Steve were celebrating their medals and their last nights in the States. Peri was ready to drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to lead. 

Steve was Peri’s skating partner. He was also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed short to keep him safe as he lifted Peri above his head almost every day at practice. Steve had never had a girlfriend. He loved skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Peri. Anyone but Steve. He was a little clueless in that department.

The funny thing was Peri loved him too but these two were not about to cross that line that partners know. Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers. They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch and I come in. 

Peri and I had been childhood friends. Her mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten. Then, Peri’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Peri and Steve got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were once close. I could see that Peri and Steve were passionately in love with each other and that their giving in to each other would not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Steve to ask for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I went to find Peri.

Steve and Peri were standing in the corner, laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation. I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about their new adventure. Steve had more to drink than Peri so he began to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my dorm room and closed the door. Steve sat in the desk chair and Peri and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to summarize. 

The shots were kicking in and my panties were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly to myself but loud enough to be heard.

Peri’s eyes opened a bit and Steve just kept talking. Yep, he was drunk alright. He hadn’t even noticed. However, Peri did. She was obviously uncertain of what she should do, so I reached over and began to unbutton her shirt. There we go, she was definitely buzzed but had enough sense to see this as her chance. Her chance to say goodbye to me properly and begin what she hoped would be her new beginning with Steve. She took over unbuttoning her shirt and jeans and was soon on the bed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Clearly she had hoped where this was going tonight because girls don’t always take the time to put on matching bra and panty sets unless we hope someone will see them.

 At this point Steve was still talking but his voice had a different pitch to it. Slightly unsure, slightly aroused. He was just beginning to describe their new workout routine in France and continued to do so but with many more pauses between words. “I’ve learned living here, when it’s this hot, all you can do is take your clothes off and try to not let it bother you,” I said. Steve slightly nodded his head. Peri, the smart woman that she is, realized this was her moment to give her man what most men dream about. Two women at once. But he was still talking, drunk and unsure where this was headed. Peri leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then she moved to kissing my neck. My head slightly tilted so she could get a better angle and my nipples instantly got rock hard. Peri moved her body so she had more range and slowly moved one hand over to my other arm, stroked it and then ran her hand across to my breast. I gasped. Steve finally stopped talking. We had his attention now. 

Peri looked at me and kissed me on the mouth. Slowly at first but then hard and faster. I didn’t even notice her unclasping my bra but all of a sudden my breasts were free of the fabric and I arched my back in a unspoken plea for attention. She began to rub, pull, and kiss my breasts with abandon. I slowly laid back on the bed and began to pull my panties off. Steve was leaning in his chair to get a better look but there were no more drunken words. He was not going to miss this. 

Peri moved herself on top of me. Her head was at my breasts and began to suck and softly nibble on my nipples. Each one getting their turn. My hips instinctively rose up against her and her hand found my crotch. I again groaned and arched my back and she began to finger my clit. Then she slipped her finger inside my hot, wet hole. Quickly at first, then pulled it out and found my clit again. Oh God! I was wiggling all around my bed, part of me trying to pull away but most of me trying to get her to make me cum. I was so wet that I was sure my bedding would have to be wrung out when we were done. She began to put her finger back in my pussy and move it in and out this time. Then she slipped in a second and a third finger and was pounding harder still. Oh God! Still biting my nipples all the while. I needed to get there. I was so fucking close! I began to touch my clit as she was fucking me with her hand. She laughed and pushed it away. “No, we are going to do this for you. Steve, I need your help.” 

I looked at Steve with eyes that were crying out, Please fuck me! I need to cum! Steve would never had done that for me or to me for that matter but for Peri he’d do anything. So he walked over with his pants about to burst and looked at her. “You work her breasts,” Peri told him. She moved her body so her head was now just over my clit and she spread my lips apart and softly licked my clit. I shuddered. She smiled. Steve began to get the idea and sucked and rubbed my breasts while Peri returned to licking me. I was so wet that I thought it was impossible to drench myself more but Peri proved me wrong. She began to lick, suck, and slightly tug on my clit with her mouth. GOD! Then, she returned her fingers to my cunt while working the outside with her mouth. Oh shit! I was gonna cum. She looked up at me, feeling my thighs shake and said, “Go ahead, it’s early and we are going to do this many, many times.” Oh Fuck! She put her head back down between my thighs and began chewing and lapping my clit while fucking me with her hand as far as it would go. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted her to have fun too and so I wriggled around and turned my body just out of reach. 

I grabbed at Steve’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Steve looked at Peri for help and she smiled and nodded. Steve was out of his clothes faster than I knew was possible and his cock was impressive. It was rock hard and ready to play. I touched it with my hand and he shivered. Then, I leaned over and licked the tip of it. Before I knew it I was sucking on Steve while Peri was sucking on me. The more she got me off, the more forceful I got with Steve’s dick. Peri was controlling how much Steve got and she knew it. At the point, where we were both about to cum, Peri let go of me and I stopped. 

Steve had become braver by now. He was not about to take a break. He grabbed Peri’s firm body and threw her on the bed next to me. He grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off her. I was sure he had played that out in his head many times with how quickly and smoothly her lacey panties ended up sailing across the room. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head in her snatch. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing as much as Peri had but it didn’t matter. She was loving that they had finally opened the door to a more intense and physical partnership and she was gonna get off with Steve down south, even if she had to help herself get there. She’d have plenty of time to teach and guide him to perfection over the years to come. 

Knowing that I didn’t want to be forgotten, I moved around the bed and reached down to pull out my standby lover. The cold plastic was a shock but turning on the vibrator and placing on the tip of my clit quickly got them to remember I was in the room. Steve came up for air and Peri began choreographing. I was laying with my back on the bed with the vibrator in my crotch with Peri driving. My hands were working my breasts and pulling my own hair while she was in control of my organisms and dildo. 

Peri was doggy style with her head and hands between my legs holding the vibrator and enjoying watching me get so close to cumming all over her and then she’d pull away or turn off the vibrations for a while. She liked being in control. Steve had been told to get behind her and rub her ass. He was stroking his own cock and rubbing her ass and trying to touch her sweet spot but she would move her hips just enough to leave him wanting more. 

I decided I needed more and began to get vocal. “Please, I want to cum. I need to cum.” Peri got off on this. She finally allowed Steve to touch her clit and slip his fingers inside her as she began pounding the plastic inside of me as far as it would go. The vibrator was on high so even inside of me it was getting me well past the point of no return. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! YES! As soon as I was done, she flipped me around and grabbed Steve by the cock. “Fuck her.” Steve looked like he had just won the lottery. He grabbed my hips and slipped in before anyone sobered up enough to realize what we were doing. 

God, he was huge. Not so big that you regret your decision but just enough that your whole insides are filled to the brim and he barely had to move for you to get off. Fuck! Peri began to rub Steve’s ass and his balls and my breasts and clit. After a few minutes, it was clear she needed a bigger role in all of this. She pulled Steve back and kneeled on the bed just to the right of me. Both of us were doggy style with our asses and pussies begging for his rock hard cock. “Me too.” Steve clearly got the message. He stepped back, moved a step to the side and impaled Peri. Her tiny body managed to take it all in but it was clearly more than she had expected. Within a few pumps, her stiffness relaxed and she began to move and groan and ride Steve like she had always wanted to. I was about to cum again just watching them. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed at my pussy. I was fucking myself while he fucked her. He was clearly trying to keep it together. Most girls can cum as much as they want but guys need time between sessions. Steve didn’t want to end this just yet. He was looking at my posters and walls and doing just about anything he could to keep his mind off of what was happening and blow his load. I giggled. Peri opened her eyes, looked back and realized what I was giggling about. She pushed her ass all the way against Steve’s crotch which got his attention and then she leaned forward, turned around and began to lick her juices off of him. His eyes rolled back into his head. 

I am not normally one for sucking dick, but in this situation, I wanted to be a part of everything. I too turned myself around, and began fighting with Peri’s mouth as my tongue and lips tried to get some of Steve’s cock and balls. Then, Peri and I began kissing again. Rougher this time. We all needed to get there and get there quickly. We were grabbing at one another’s breasts and at Steve’s manhood. We were licking and sucking and nibbling whatever we could. Steve began to stroke himself again. We both smiled. We moved to the bed and Peri once again got back on top of me but with her head in my pussy and my head in hers. We began to lick and suck and finger fuck each other. Steve stood over us and began to grunt. Occasionally, Peri would take a break from my pussy and down Steve’s cock in her throat. “Cum on us.” She returned to my pussy with force and as she got more forceful, so did I and so did Steve. I was impressed he made it as long as he did. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Peri began to shake and a quiet SHHHIT came from her lips. Steve gasped and his white cum sprayed all over Peri’s back. She turned and began to suck the remains from his shaft and he shivered even more. I finished kissing and licking her clit and she shivered. Steve put his fist in my cunt and I came immediately. 

The three of us were still taking turns with each other well after the party ended. The next day I woke up in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets. The note read, “Off to Europe. Thanks for the memories. Love, Peri and Steve.” The following year they invited me to their wedding. I decided not to attend since a honeymoon was not a place for that sort of thing and college, sadly, had ended. But thankfully, my college memories will last me forever.








College is a time and experience that varies depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending machine!

The weekend after finals is always entertaining. There are a large number of college students who panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So, late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain Dew and Jolt sell out of the vending machines and supermarkets within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is calling. 

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