by Evan Harder
It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Gina’s asshole.
There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Gina took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.
She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.
I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.
“What?” Gina said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”
“They’re a bit intense.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.
“I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.
“Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Gina said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.
It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.
“Not unless you want it to be,” she said.
“Hell no,” I replied.
“Good,” Gina said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”
“I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.
“Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said.
“Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”
“I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Gina walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.
I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.
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TWO FILTHY BABES
The year was 1995 and Matt Hoffman was two months into his first semester of college down in San Diego. He had made quite a few friends but no real close ones. Not that he cared. He pretty much stayed to himself and wasn’t concerned too much with how others saw him. Basically, he was comfortable in his own skin.
It was a Friday night in October and Matt was hanging out by himself in his dorm room, listening to Pearl Jam on his boombox when he heard the call coming from down the hallway.
“Party in room 216!” came the vaguely familiar voice. “Party in room 216! Everyone’s invited! Bring your own alcohol!”
What the hell, Matt thought to himself. He wasn’t doing anything anyway. And despite his anti-social tendencies, he did like to party. Quite a bit.
He grabbed a water bottle filled with Hawaiian Punch mixed with vodka from his hiding place in the closet and headed down the hallway.
He passed Kyle’s room on the way and stuck his head in. Kyle was the one person he’d connected with since school started and they hung out together pretty much all the time.
“Are you going to 216 for this party?” Matt asked.
“Nah, I’m going out with Carrie,” Kyle said.
“Have you heard anything about it?” Matt asked.
“Nope, not a thing,” Kyle replied. “I think it’s just a spur of the moment deal.”
“Cool,” Matt replied. “Catch you later. Have fun with Carrie.”
Kyle said he would and Matt continued on down the hall.
Because it was 7pm on a Friday night, the dorm was pretty empty. Most of the other young men were already out and about, getting drunk and hitting on whatever young women they could find.
Eventually Matt made his way to room 216. He knocked and was ushered in.
The small room was crowded, with about 20 of his fellow freshman—some with faces he recognized, some with ones he didn’t—sitting on the floor, cross-legged, most of whom had some kind of alcohol in their hand. The excitement was palpable, the room abuzz.
“What’s going on?” Matt asked, confused by the setup.
“Just sit down and get comfortable,” said a voice. He looked over towards the corner of the room and saw that the speaker was Seth Johnson, one of the inhabitants of room 216 and the craziest person he’d met so far. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Matt shrugged and sat down, taking a spot as far away as possible from the others, near the door. He didn’t take part in the limited conversation. He was content to watch the others. He’d always been more of an observer than a participant. That was just the way he rolled.
He took a sip of his drink and grimaced a bit as it went down. It was a strong-ass drink, with four full shots of vodka mixed in. A few drinks later, the bottle was half-empty and he was already starting to get a nice buzz going.
Five minutes later Seth nodded to Andy Leonard, his roommate, who was on the other side of the room. Andy nodded back, then turned and locked the door.
“Is everybody ready?” Seth asked, a wicked little grin on his face.
“Fuck yeah,” someone replied immediately. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
The rest of the room broke out in nervous laughter and a few other threw out their own versions of the same sentiment.
Meanwhile, Matt just sat and watched, feeling a bit weird about the situation. Something didn’t seem quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The good thing was, he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about him, so if things did indeed get too weird, he’d have no problem bailing out in a heartbeat, regardless of the catcalls he’d receive.
“All right, everybody shut up,” Seth said.
For the most part, the room complied.
There was another round of cheers as Seth grabbed something off the bookshelf and held it up above his head as though it was The Holy Grail itself. Matt realized it was a videotape.
“Behold!” Seth said. “Every young man’s dream! The reason why we all came to college!”
“What is it?” someone called out.
“What the fuck do you think it is?” Seth said. “It’s a fucking porno!”
The room erupted in cheers once again.
Matt shifted in his seat. He was no stranger to porn—he’d seen a few movies in high school—but he wasn’t real big on watching it in a roomful of young men, and relative strangers at that. But he took another sip of his punch and vodka mixture and decided to ride it out for the time being.
Seth slipped the videotape into the VCR and addressed the crowd. “Are you guys ready to see some tits and ass!” he bellowed.
The crowd roared “YES!” in unison, all except for Matt, who was still content to observe.
Seth pressed play and the video began.
It was a typical mid-90’s porno, with cheesy production values and a lame attempt at a plot. The pizza delivery boy delivered a pizza to a stacked blonde with huge fake tits and a tiny little body wearing nothing but lingerie as she greeted him at the door. Less than a minute later they both had their clothes off and were going at it with reckless abandon.
Meanwhile, the room was buzzing more than ever. The young men were playing their part, laughing and chattering and throwing out catcalls every once in a while.
Matt was still feeling pretty uncomfortable, but not quite enough to take the step of leaving. At least, not yet. Despite knowing better, he was enjoying the movie, as he always had, turned on by the sheer nastiness on the screen and able to dismiss the cheesiness.
The group of young men in the room with him were a p
roblem, yes, but not a big enough one for him to leave. It wasn’t like he had a television in his dorm room, let alone a VCR. And even if he did, he still wouldn’t have access to the kind of movies he was watching right now. Being in the company of twenty other young men was definitely an issue, but not a big enough one yet to cause a problem.
And then that all changed.
Always the ringleader, Seth pressed pause on the movie. He’d caught it at a horrible time (or perfect, if you thought he was just messing with everyone, as Matt did) with the camera focusing solely on the male talent’s face, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he gave it to his female co-star.
A round of grunts and curses filled the room.
“Just hold on one minute,” Seth said. His mouth was turned up in a wry smile and he looked very pleased with himself. It was obvious he loved the attention.
“What’s the holdup?” someone said, his voice full of angst. Matt knew the speaker. It was a weasely little guy named Mark.
“Quiz time,” Seth said. “I want to see a show of hands for everyone who’s got a stiffy right now.”
“What?” Mark asked. “I don’t understand.”
“Raise your hand if you have a boner,” Andy said as though explaining a particularly easy math problem to a third-grader.
“Oh,” Mark said.
Nobody moved.
“Don’t lie,” Seth said. “We’re not starting this baby back up until I know the truth. From all of you.”
But still, nobody took the bait. It was a if nobody wanted to be the first one to admit to such a thing in the company of others.
Finally Mark said, “Fuck it,” and raised his hand high.
The seal now broken, the rest of the room threw their hands up into the air. Except Matt. He stood up and headed towards the door.
“What’s the matter, Matt?” Seth asked, his voice mocking. “You don’t have a boner?”
“It ain’t that,” Matt said, reaching for the door.
“Then what is it?” Seth said. “You think you’re too good for the rest of us?”
“I don’t think it,” Matt replied as he opened the door. “I know it.” And with that, he exited the room and shut the door behind him.
As he walked down the hall he could hear the combination of laughter and outrage coming from the room behind him. But he didn’t give a fuck. He was completely comfortable with himself and his decision. There would be plenty of other time for plenty of other porno movies. There was no reason to suffer through that debacle of a party just to get a glimpse of some tits and ass.
#
Two hours later Matt found himself outside of room 216 again. He’d had quite a bit to drink and decided he wanted to watch some porn, but without the cavalcade of young men around him.
Seth and Andy were long gone, having gone to a fraternity party being put on by the frat that Seth’s brother was in. Matt knew they wouldn’t be back for another couple of hours at least, and figured since he had nothing else going on, he’d check to see if by chance they’d left their door unlocked.
They hadn’t, of course, but they had left their window cracked open a bit. So Matt stuck his hand in the opening and pushed it open, then crawled inside the room.
Once in, he didn’t waste any time. Matt closed the window, made sure the blinds were closed, then turned on the TV. The video was still in the VCR, so Matt pressed play. He fast-forwarded through the crap and got straight to the sex.
A few minutes later he had a raging boner. He undid his zipper and pulled his cock out and was servicing himself, just looking to finish up and get the hell out of the room before anyone else showed up.
He was getting pretty close to the edge when there was a knock on the door.
Matt cursed under his breath and stuffed his cock back into his pants. It obviously wasn’t Seth or Andy, as they wouldn’t have knocked on their own door. He had no idea who it could be and he didn’t really want to find out. Nothing good could come from him answering the door, so he just stayed put.
“We know you’re in there,” said a female voice.
Matt’s heart began pounding even harder.
“Yeah,” said a different voice, this one female too. “We can see the light from the TV.”
“And we can hear the voices too,” said the original voice.
Panicking, Matt rifled through the pile of videotapes in the drawer under the TV. He finally found a movie that he thought would be acceptable to the females at the door and switched it out with the porn. He fast-forwarded it for a few seconds to make it look like he’d been watching for a little while, then stopped the tape and walked over to the door and opened it.
Standing there were two young women. He’d seen them around school but didn’t know them very well. But he recognized them, that was for sure. With their looks, it was impossible not to notice them.
One was a tall, lanky blonde. She had a punk look going, with short, spiked-up platinum hair, heavy, two-tone, brightly colored eyeliner and cute but edgy features. She was pushing six feet tall, with legs that lasted for miles, a toned, athletic body and firm, perky tits that were a bit on the smaller side. She was wearing a full-length, black leather top and form-fitting, tiny black shorts that showed off her incredible ass.
The other was more traditional looking but no less hot, with long brown hair and a more classically pretty face. Her makeup was darker colored but just as bold, with black eyeliner surrounding both of her eyes. She was shorter than her friend, and a little thicker, with a body build like a brick shithouse; a bubbly but firm ass, stocky, powerful looking legs, and huge tits that were emphasized by her sleeveless black t-shirt that barely held them in.
“What’s up?” Matt said, trying to play it cool.
“Who are you?” the blonde one asked.
“I’m Matt,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Matt,” the brunette said. “I’m Sasha, and this is Bailey.”
“Hey,” Matt said.
“Is Seth here?” Bailey asked, getting right to the point.
Matt shook his head.
“What about Andy?” Sasha asked.
“Nope,” Matt replied. “They went to a frat party.”
“That sucks,” Bailey said. Then the specifics of the situation started to sink in. “Wait a minute. Who are you?”
“Matt,” he said. “Matt Hoffman.”
“What are you doing in here?” Sasha asked.
“Just watching a movie,” Matt said. “This is the only VCR on the floor and I was bored.”
“Cool,” Bailey said. “Mind if we join you?”
“Yeah,” Sasha said. “We’re pretty bored too.”
“And drunk,” Bailey said, giggling.
“Yeah,” Sasha added, giggling herself. “That too.”
“Don’t worry,” Matt said, joining in on the giggling. “I am too. Come on in.” He held the door wide and then closed it behind them after they’d entered.
“Do you have anything to drink?” Bailey asked.
“Yeah, we ran out of alcohol,” Sasha said. “And we’re still thirsty.”
“Oh, I’m sure I can scare something up,” Matt said. He rifled through the generic hiding places in the closet and came out with a bottle of tequila. “Here we go.”
“Purrrrr-fect,” Bailey said, drawing the word out.
“Yeah, I could do a few more shots,” Sasha said. “Break it open.”
Matt undid the cap and took a swig straight from the bottle, then passed it over to Bailey. She took a hearty drink and handed it to Sasha, who did the same. She gave it back to Matt to start the whole process over again.
Four rounds later, they were all starting to feel the effects of the tequila on top of everything they’d drank before it. Matt’s anxiety had waned but his boner hadn’t. It was pressing up against his jeans, making itself quite obvious. And both the girls had noticed, peeking down at it more than once, even though, thankfully, neither had said anything.
“So what are you watching?” Bailey asked after they’d put the tequila away.
“Pretty Woman,” Matt said.
“Oh, I love that movie,” Sasha said.
“Yeah?”
Sasha nodded. She was looking at Matt with a little half-smile, like she had a secret she was hiding. “But to be honest, we were kind of hoping you were watching Seth’s porn.”
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “Especially after seeing the heat you’re packing down there,” she added, nodding towards the bulge in his pants.
“Do you mind if I take a closer look?” Sasha asked, rubbing her finger down his chest.
Matt shook his head quickly from side to side, suddenly unable to speak. This had taken a turn into uncharted territory in no time at all.
“Does that mean I can’t look? Or that you don’t mind?” Sasha asked, clearly toying with him now.
“I don’t mind,” Matt managed to say.
“Are you sure?” Bailey asked, getting in on the act of messing with his head too. The girls were obviously enjoying themselves.
Matt nodded.
“Good,” Sasha said. “Because we’ve been looking to get fucked by a big cock and so far, nobody has been able to deliver.”
And with that, both Bailey and Sasha dropped to their knees, right there in front of Matt.
“Well, in that case, be my guest,” Matt said, mostly to himself.
The girls took control from there, rapidly pulling both his shorts and boxers down to his knees, revealing his rapidly stiffening cock.
“Wow,” Bailey said, lying Matt’s cock atop her open palm as though weighing it. “It’s fucking huge.”
“Tell me about it,” Sasha added, grinning at her friend. “It looks like we hit the jackpot.”
“Yes indeed,” Bailey said. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into Sasha’s mouth while starting to gently jerk Matt off.
The two girls made out for a short time before Bailey broke things off. “Enough of the appetizer,” she said, staring at his cock for a moment. “It’s time for the main course.”
