by Evan Harder
Matt watched in amazement as they proceeded to make out, sharing his sperm between them for a good thirty seconds before both girls threw their heads back and swallowed whatever they had left of Matt’s cum.
“Holy shit,” Matt said, smiling and chuckling at the same time. “That was fucking insane!”
“You earned it,” Bailey said.
“You sure did,” Sasha replied. “I hadn’t been fucked like that since getting to college.”
“Neither have I,” Bailey said.
“Shit, I haven’t ever been fucked like that,” Matt said.
They all shared a good laugh.
“So what happens now?” Matt asked.
“We all get dressed and get back to our nights,” Bailey said.
“Can we do something like this again?” Matt asked.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find time for you again,” Sasha said, slipping back into her clothes.
“Yeah, one of these days it’ll work out and we’ll have another go-around,” Bailey added, also putting her clothes back on. “But we’ll just have to see. Freshman year is a busy time. Lots of things to do and not much time to do them.”
“Fair enough,” Matt said. He wanted to push for something more concrete but knew that if the more desperate he sounded the less likely they’d be to come find him again. No, the best way to play it was aloof, just like they were. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yes you will,” Sasha said, giving him a little kiss on the lips.
“Don’t worry,” Bailey added, giving him a little smack on the cheek. “When we’re in the mood to get nasty again, we’ll find you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Matt said.
“So are we,” the girls replied in unison. “So are we.”
And with that, they were out the door. Matt quickly got dressed and headed back to his room. Boy, did he have a story to tell his roommates. Not that they’d believe him, of course. Hell, he barely believed it himself, and he had lived it.
On second thought, Matt decided to keep the details of the night to himself. Some things were better off cherished in one’s head. To say them aloud would be to ruin their power. It was better to keep memories like this to yourself. To be remembered over and over again, unsoiled and unsullied. Perfect. Just like the night itself.
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THE NAUGHTY TRAMP
Let me tell you a little bit about Rachel.
She doesn’t look like much; pretty cute but not especially sexy, five and half feet tall, innocent-looking face, shoulder length dirty blonde hair that’s usually in a ponytail, just a hint of makeup, a hundred and thirty pounds, no real tits to speak of, a decent but not incredible body. And on top of all that she’s a sweet girl, never a bad word about anyone, smiling at random people on the street, polite to everyone she meets. Looking at her from the outside you’d never imagine the depths of depravity that churn inside her.
Because once you get her in the sack she’s a freak with a capital F, willing to do whatever, whenever, wherever. Slapping, spanking, bondage, femdom, anal, everything. Whether you feel like getting dominated or taking control, getting smothered by her pussy or deepthroated, getting fucked in the ass or dunking her head in the toilet, she’s game. Every time. Without having to worry about any awkwardness afterwards.
In other words, she’s my dream come true.
I first met her through my old college roommate, Dave. I was coming off the heels of a horrible break-up, having just found out that my fiancé of two years had been sleeping with multiple guys behind my back pretty much since the day we got engaged. It was my first long-term relationship and I was devastated. I didn’t want to leave the house, let alone go out with my friends and get drunk and hit on some other chicks. But my old pal Dave told me that he knew just the thing to cure my ills.
At first I wasn’t sure. Dave has a bit of a reputation as a player and he isn’t real selective about women. But after some convincing (aided by a shitload of Jack Daniels) I agreed to give it a shot. So Dave called her up right then and set up a date for the next evening.
“I promise you won’t regret it,” Dave said as he poured us another round of shots. “In fact I guarantee you’ll thank me later.”
“We’ll see,” I told him, still not convinced that this was something I wanted to do.
“Come on, Mark,” he said. “Have I ever led you down the wrong path before?”
I just glared at him. A good two-thirds of my bad decisions could be directly traced to Dave’s influence.
“Okay, forget about that last part,” Dave said. “But trust me on this one. You’ll be thanking me afterwards.”
“Yeah, yeah, you already said that. Now let’s start drinking.”
“Start? What have we been doing for the last hour?”
“Getting warmed up.”
Dave laughed and we both downed our shots.
#
The next night I show up at Rachel’s house right on time, dressed in a nice shirt and slacks, ready for a date. After taking a couple minutes to convince myself I want to do this, I step out of my car and head towards her door and ring the bell.
She answers the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Her hair is still wet, as though she’s just stepped out of the shower.
“I take it you’re Dave’s friend?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m Mark.”
“Hey Mark, nice to meet you,” Rachel says, opening the door a little wider. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”
I hesitate for a moment but eventually head in, figuring there’s really nothing else I can do. She doesn’t seem concerned that she’s not dressed properly so I’m not either.
I grab a seat on the couch, figuring she’s going to go back into her room and put on some clothes. But much to my surprise, she sits down next to me, her leg practically touching mine.
“So, Dave says you just had a bad breakup.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.”
“That sucks,” Rachel says. “I’m sorry.”
I shrug my shoulders, playing it off like I don’t care. “What can you do? Life goes on.”
“Yes it does,” Rachel says. “And lucky for you, you have a friend like Dave to help pull you out of the doldrums.”
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” I say.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d describe him as nice,” Rachel says, laughing softly. “But he certainly is a good person to be friends with.”
“How do you know him?” I ask.
“Through mutual friends,” Rachel says. “We have some of the same interests, so we got to know each other a bit. But enough about Dave, this night is about us.”
“Okay then,” I said.
“I don’t know what you had in mind for tonight, but I kind of had my heart set on things going in a specific direction.”
“And what direction is that?”
Rachel flashes a smile. “Well, I figured we should get to know each other a little better. And I’ve always found the best way to do that is have sex.”
My eyes widen slightly but I do my best to play off my surprise. “Really?” I manage to say.
Still smiling, Rachel nods. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Well, yeah, that’s great,” I say. “I just . . . well, I guess I wasn’t really expecting tonight to go like this, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I like to do things a bit different than most girls,” she says, her smile growing wider.
“I can tell,” I reply, laughing softly.
“So, if you don’t mind,” Rachel says as she climbs to her feet. “I’m going to get things started and we’ll just take it from there.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, butterflies going crazy in my stomach.
As I sit on the couch, watching intently, Rachel slips out of her robe, leaving her completely naked, then walks over towards the other side of the room and grabs ahold of her purse from a nearby table. Digging into
it, she pulls out a 8-inch long dildo. Smiling, she sticks it in her mouth, sucking on it for a little while then taking it nearly halfway down and holding it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out.
I shake my head softly and remind myself to thank Dave as soon as this night is over. This is even more than I could have ever hoped for.
After Rachel catches her breath, she sticks the dildo back into her mouth and sucks on it some more, bobbing her head forward and back, gradually making more of it disappear, until finally she engulfs the entire thing. She holds the dildo in her mouth, deepthroating it for a full ten seconds before pulling off.
Now that the dildo is nice and lubed up, Rachel drops to the floor and spreads her legs and slips it into her pussy. Staring directly at me, Rachel bangs herself with the dildo, gradually increasing the speed and depth until she’s hammering it in and out herself, making it disappear with every thrust.
“Is this what you like?” Rachel says, staring right at me. “You like watching me fuck my tight little pussy with this dildo?”
“Fuck yeah,” I say.
“Do you want to see me stick it in my ass?” Rachel asks.
Smiling, I nod vigorously. Who is this girl and where has she been my whole life?
Laughing softly as if reading my mind, Rachel slips the dildo out of her pussy. She brings it back up to her mouth, then sucks it clean of her juices and gags herself with it, getting it even more lubed up than before. Once it’s glistening with her saliva, she shifts her position a little bit, sliding her hips upward and throwing her legs back, exposing her asshole to me. Then she slides the tip of the dildo into her anus. She holds her breath for a moment then lets out a soft groan as it enters her asshole.
“Holy fuck yes,” Rachel says as she works her asshole with the dildo, sliding it in and out with a rapidly growing intensity while aggressively rubbing her pussy with her free hand.
I look down to see that my hard cock is out of my pants and in my hand. I’m not sure when I pulled it out but I don’t care. All I know is now I’m slowly jerking myself off as I watch Rachel go to town on herself, fucking her asshole with the dildo and playing with her pussy until she reaches orgasm.
Rachel cums in a rush, taking a series of shallow breaths and letting out a little yelp and then smacking her pussy a couple of times to finish herself off.
“It looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” she says to me after her orgasm has passed.
“Not as much as you are,” I say.
“Then let’s take care of that,” she says.
Leaving the dildo planted firmly in her ass, Rachel shifts onto her hands and knees and crawls over towards me. Once she’s a couple feet away, she lifts her arms so she’s sitting on her knees on the floor, then beckons me over.
Smiling widely, excitement coursing through my body, I climb off the couch and drop my pants and pull off my shirt and walk towards her until I’m standing in front of her, completely naked, my hard cock hovering directly above her face.
“You have a very nice cock,” Rachel says, looking up at it. She grabs ahold of it and starts to slowly stroke it. “Do you mind if I take it in my mouth?”
“Please do,” I say.
“You’re so polite,” she says. “I love that.”
“For now,” I say. “But I can’t make any promises for later.”
“That’s even better,” Rachel says, taking a moment to lick the bottom of my shaft from base to tip. “Be polite, until it’s time to not be polite.”
“That’s my motto.”
Giggling, Rachel rises up a bit and takes my cock in her mouth and starts to suck on it, bobbing her head back and forth quickly, taking me more than halfway down every time while maintaining consistent eye contact.
It isn’t long before she’s going to town on my cock, slamming it into her mouth repeatedly, taking it further down every time, gagging and choking and dripping saliva everywhere.
After blowing me for a good 30 seconds straight without taking a breath, Rachel forces my cock all the way down her throat, holding it there for as long as she can before coughing and letting it slip from her mouth. Smiling up at me while she catches her breath, Rachel gathers her leftover saliva and spits it on my cock and jerks me off.
“That was pretty impressive,” I say, looking down at her cute little face, made even sexier by the spit stuck to it.
“Thanks,” she says. “I can do other things too, you know.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I say.
“Come on,” Rachel stays, keeping her hand around my cock while standing up. “I’ll show you.”
She uses my cock to lead me to the couch, then sits me down on it. Once I’m situated, Rachel drops back to her knees and spreads my legs and pulls my butt forward so it’s hanging off the edge of cushion, giving her easy access to my cock and balls and whatever else she decides she wants to play with.
Rachel flashes me a dirty smile, then grabs ahold of my hard cock and starts jerking me off while dropping her head down a bit until her mouth is practically touching me ballsack. As I watch with excitement building inside me, she sticks her tongue out and runs it along my sack. After a couple of licks, she wraps her lips around my sack, gargling and sucking on my testicles while continuing to work my cock with her hand.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I say, my breath rate increasing.
I can see Rachel smile even though her lips are wrapped around my sack. She pushes my cock up against my stomach and starts going after my balls more aggressively, sucking and pulling on them hard enough that I let out a little gasp.
“Too much?” she asks, pulling her mouth off my balls for a moment.
“Maybe a little,” I say. “But I liked it.”
“I thought you might,” Rachel says. “A little pain makes the pleasure that much greater.”
“It sure does,” I say.
Rachel laughs and go back to work on my balls, sucking and pulling just like before, bringing me right to the edge of pain and then releasing my sack before it’s more than I can bear while jerking me off and staring up at me all the while.
After thoroughly working over my balls for a couple minutes, Rachel rises up and starts sucking my cock once again. Shortly after that she deepthroats me for the second time, coughing and gagging but staying on my cock as saliva drips from her mouth and down my shaft and onto the floor.
Eventually Rachel pulls off, letting my cock slip out of her throat and then her mouth. Even as she catches her breath, Rachel grabs ahold of my cock and holds it in place, pointing straight-up towards the ceiling as she climbs up to her feet and throws one leg over me, straddling my waist.
“Are you ready to get fucked,” she says, staring down at me with mischief in her eyes. “Because you know that’s what going to happen right? I’m going to ride you like there’s no tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait,” I say.
Rachel rubs my cock against her pussy but doesn’t slide it in.
“Are you sure you can take it?” she asks. “Because I can get pretty crazy.”
“Do your worst,” I say. “I can handle it.”
“All right,” she says. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
And with that, she slips my cock into her soaking wet pussy and starts to ride me like a drunk cowgirl, bouncing aggressively on my cock right from the beginning, not even bothering to take things slow.
My hands make their way up her legs and grab onto her hips, holding on for dear life as she wails away on me, her grunts and groans growing more animated with every passing moment.
She’s hammering up and down on my cock, impaling herself, her tits bouncing in front of my face and her hair flying everywhere as she punctuates her deep, gasping breaths with moans and groans.
Her tits are too good to pass up, so I grab ahold of them and hang on.
“Yeah, just like that,” she says. “Squeeze my tits.”
I gladly honor her request,
grasping them in my hands and squeezing tightly.
Rachel lets out a low groan and works my cock with a newfound intensity, bouncing up and down on it with everything she has, obviously getting off on having her tits squeezed.
Feeling the need to get more involved, I start lifting my hips up at the tail-end of every thrust, forcing my cock deeper inside her pussy.
All of a sudden Rachel’s eyes roll up in her head and her body tenses. She lets out a low, guttural moan then slams down onto my cock and holds her body there and shakes her head back and forth as an orgasm gashes through her. She holds her breath for a moment, then lets it out in a rush, her legs quivering and her chest heaving as she cums.
“Goddamn that was a huge orgasm,” she says, laughing as she catches her breath.
“It was a good one, huh?” I say.
“A fucking great one,” she replies.
“Do you need to take a little break?”
“Hell no,” she says. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
“Lucky you,” I say. “I wish I could cum multiple times without taking a break.”
“Yeah, you men got fucked in the ass on that.”
“Tell me about it.”
“And speaking of getting fucked in the ass,” Rachel says. “It’s high time I took that hard cock of yours in my asshole. Are you up for that?”
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “I can’t fucking wait.”
“Then let’s get it on,” she says.
And just like that, Rachel lifts herself off my cock, alters her position a hair, and drops back down, this time taking my cock in her asshole. It slides in easily, with very little resistant at all. It’s obvious she’d done this sort of thing many times.
As further proof of her familiarity with getting fucked in the ass, Rachel’s tempo doesn’t falter just because my cock is in her asshole. She immediately starts bouncing up and down on me with reckless abandon, picking up right where she’d left off with her pussy. It’s all the same to her, the pussy or the ass, she doesn’t seem to notice a difference.
