Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then here to …

Part Two:

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  –

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Part Three: Anal and More Anal

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

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Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,