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  –

And now you may read on to…

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

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Chuck

(what the dick you let into me did to me)

I love you man you’re a horny Fuck
I married you eight years ago
You let a friend put his dick in me
So you could watch and get off.

I was content with having no other
You compared with the best I’d had
We were fine with what you’ve got
Big enough for what I sought.

I knew it was risky fucking your friend
But we both wanted to spice things up
You said it would be crazy hot to see
Promised no issues with jealousy

So easy would it have been to pass
Our sex was basically problem free
You had to see another bowl in your lane
He bowled all strikes like a champion.

Its not my fault that your friend was huge
And his dick stayed hard for so damn long
Blowing thrice playing me an hour non-stop
He made me come so hard I lost my tongue.

If you wanted to see less
You might have checked first
That he didn’t fuck like a God
Nor have a cock from heaven.

You probably didn’t think it through
And told me you wanted me to enjoy
Said you’d get off if the friend made me come
You’d stroke off a load and all would be done.

I said no thanks, I’d feel like a whore
It’s you and not your friend I adore
What if one time just wasn’t enough
Who next would you be having me fuck?

But you begged and pleaded and wanted it so
We’d fuck once, you’d come – end of the show.
You said you could handle seeing us fuck
And not end up hurt or jealous of Chuck.

Chuck was safe and attractive enough
What the hell, what harm could it do
I wanted to please you and bring you to life
So I agreed to do it and be a good wife.

We should have had rules or contingency plans
And learned much more about this friend of yours
Had we only known chuck would bring what he brought
Would have known we would lose to the game that he’s got.

By the look on your face when he started to grow
I knew you hadn’t planned for a donkey show
Did it also surprise you he could last for so long
or that so much cum came out of his dong?

Was it how hard I came or that it didn’t take long
or that I came more than once that bothered you
Maybe my moans turned this engagement so sour
You came right away and we came for an hour?

Did you want me to tell you I was faking it?
You must know I wish you could fuck like him
Why didn’t you say stop if it bothered you
Once he got me off you and I were through.