by Hawke, Jessa
Sarah loved the way her body felt just before orgasm, how she tingled all over and how she thought she could feel everything at a more heightened sense of awareness. She loved coming, just like everyone else. But for her there was something spiritual about it, something that couldn't quite be explained with a scientific “you massage certain erogenous zones until you have an orgasm.” The way it made her feel was so good she could barely believe it. It was such a good feeling that she almost wondered how anyone else in the world could feel anything so intense. It wasn't that she thought it cheapened the experience, she was just surprised that something so intense could be a shared experience.
“Do you like that?” Chad said. “Do you like it when Brian eats your pussy so good it makes you come so hard? I know you do. See? Aren't you glad you listened and decided to have both of us? Look at how good were making you feel.”
Before her body had even had time to stop spasming Chad stood her up and bent her over the end of the couch. He rubbed the head of his big, throbbing cock against her pussy lips and slowly slid it in. It was a good feeling to be inside of her, Sarah could tell by how his body shivered as he slowly slid his dick in to the hilt. Sarah loved it when men first entered her, especially when she didn't know them all that well. It made it more exciting for Sarah. The orgasms that she had when she was with people she didn't really know were always more intense than the ones she had with people she knew very intimately. She figured it was something like stage fright being compressed into an orgasm.
Chad fucked her from behind and slowly built up a tempo that held steady when it got to a quick pace. While Chad was fucking her from behind Brian eased up behind him. Sarah looked over her shoulder and couldn't believe her eyes. It looked like Brian was entering Chad from behind while Chad fucked her. Of course Chad had to pause for a moment, but only for a moment, and then he was right back at fucking her. She loved how it felt, love the thought of getting fucked by a guy who was getting fucked by a guy.
The next thing she knew Chad pulled out of her and went around to her mouth. He jerked his cock wildly in front of her face as he emptied his seed into mouth. Sarah could tell by the moans he made that he'd come pretty hard, much harder than he probably thought he would. Before she'd had a chance to wipe her lips off Brian entered her ass from behind. He was easing in gently, seeing if she was going to protest or love it. But Sarah just loved it and arched her back while he fucked her. She loved anal, way more than most girls, from what she heard from her peers at school. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about a big tool sawing in and out of her ass that made her so horny she could barely contain herself.
Brian's tool was think, much thicker than she was used to, and she could tell that her ass was really stretching out to accommodate it. She didn't complain though. Instead it just made her love it all the more. There really wasn't anything like getting it in the ass from a nice thick cock. People sometimes complained about how it was hard to take a thick dick in the ass, but Sarah didn't think so. She thought it was easier to take a nice big tool in the ass than it was to let a guy with a smaller dick pound her ass. There was just something about the smaller dick, it was so much less of a pay off, it just made it seem not worth it.
But Brian's thick cock was making it all worth wile. And while he fucked her Chad was back there making out with him. It all turned her on so much, the way two men could share her and she could share them at the same time. It was something she never thought could have been real, but now that it was happening around her she couldn't believe that it wasn't something she had been into the whole time.
Sarah could feel another orgasm building, but this time it felt like it was coming from somewhere deep inside of her, somewhere that might crack her open if she came hard enough. She pushed back into Brian as he fucked her, trying to get every inch of his dick into her ass. The deeper he got into her ass the better it felt, the better it felt, the more she wanted it in her ass. It was like a positive feedback loop that never stopped, and she never wanted it to stop. She wanted to fuck both of the men forever, or rather, she wanted both of them to fuck her forever. It really was a lot better getting it from two guys at once than it was getting it from one guy. Her friends were never going to believe this though, not in a million years.
“Oh my fucking God,” Sarah said. “Oh my fucking God Brian. Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck yes keep going! Harder baby, harder! Yes! Just like that. Just like that!”
Brian kept fucking her harder and harder just like she wanted, and Chad got on his knees and started tonguing her clit while Brian fucked her in the ass. It all felt so good that she knew the impending orgasm was going to be one for the record books.
“I'm almost there!” she cried. “I'm on the brink! Just keep going! Keep going! Please! Fuck yes!”
She could tell by how hard Brian's dick was getting that he was close to getting off. She knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Chad's tongue was working wonders on her pussy and she knew that when she came she was going to see stars.
“Fuck! Fuck! Here it is!” she said.
“Oh my God I'm coming with you!” Brian said.
She could feel Brian's cock get hard and start to pulse hot seed into her ass—a lot of it. She loved when guys filled her ass up. Couldn't get enough of it. That's when she started coming, when she thought of how it was filling her ass up. For a moment all she could see was white as her entire body clenched, readied for the onslaught of intense orgasm. Then the orgasm hit and she blacked out. She lost all sight and only saw blackness as her body convulsed, spasming in the throws of the kind of orgasm that she had never had before. She loved how it rocked her from the inside out. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, nothing in the world she'd ever come in contact with. When she finally calmed down she looked behind her to see Brian panting, pulling out of her, completely spent. Chad was getting up off his knees looking equally tired. She realized it had been a fun romp with the two boys, even though she hadn't planned for it. But what fun would it have been if she'd planned for it? That was the one thing that she didn't get about sex that was mapped out from point A to B to C to D. Didn't it lose something along the way?
The next day Just New got into their van and drove to Omaha for their next gig. They never did make it back to Ames to see Sarah again, but that was all right by here. She had the memories and their recordings if she missed them. And she wasn't sure if she could handle another night hanging out with them. Although she'd liked it, it had been so overwhelming.
Sarah was glad it had all gone so well though, and she hung up her VIP pass for that night on her mirror to remind her as well.
THE END
Bad Boy in my Bed
Ben wasn't your typical college kid. He'd served in the military for a few years before going to college, which meant that he had money saved up and a mind of his own. It also meant that he liked tattoos, fast cars, fast motorcycles, and even faster girls. But things in the small college town of Ames, Iowa, were proving to be a drag. He'd first moved here after coming back from Iraq to be with his then girlfriend, who, it turned out, had cheated on him while he was in Iraq. She cheated on him many times, in fact. At first this had given Ben some pause, but then he realized that some dumb girl being stupid didn't reflect badly on him at all. So he broke it off and became a loner, someone who avoided the rest of the college kids and instead sought solace in solitude.
That was until recently. Sarah was a senior, which meant that she was old enough to drink. This wasn't really a big deal to Ben save that it meant he could visit her at the bar without having to worry about the rest of the college population that was old enough to get in. He figured this would give him an advantage, however slight, over the rest of the people who weren't old enough. Also it meant that they could have a drink together, which was the kind of social activity Ben was used to, even though he didn't drink much anymore. After getting back from Iraq he'd drank hard for a few years but quickly tired of the consta
nt hangovers and always spending money on booze he ended up pissing out minutes later. But drinking was still a social activity, so often times he found himself at the bar drinking Root Beer or some other soda that would allow him to keep enough of his wits about him to be able to ride his bike home at the end of the night.
Adding the bike to his life had helped bring around a lot of change, and Ben wondered what it would be like to add a woman to it as well. Or try to. It wasn't that Ben was bad with women it was just that after his ex had cheated on him while he'd been serving in Iraq Ben found a lot of what he called “faith” had fled him. He no longer believed that people tried to do the right thing all the time, or that most people were actual good at their center. He believed that before he went over, and he'd be the first to admit that the things he saw over there had a lot more to do with his anomie, but he couldn't bring himself to say that his girlfriend cheating on him didn't have anything to do with it. Ben felt like he was ready to give love another chance, though. It was a strange feeling of wanting to be vulnerable again, and wanting someone else to be vulnerable with him. That was one thing that he wasn't getting being by himself so much of the time—companionship.
Sarah was like a lot of the college girls he knew, but at the same time she wasn't. That was why Ben liked her so much. Sarah was the kind of girl that dressed kind of like a hippie without going all out, which contrasted sharply with how Ben wore boots and camouflage. He kind of liked that as well, how different they were from each other. They also got along well in classes, so it wasn't just Ben being a forlorn, bighearted veteran. Whenever Ben made jokes in class Sarah would laugh, and whenever she spoke Ben would listen attentively—and it wasn't just for show, Ben found Sarah to be very smart. And good looking. Was she ever good looking. Sarah was the kind of girl that didn't wear a bra in her pseudo-hippie clothes, even though her big breasts seemed likely to jump out from under her clothes at any second. She had an awesome hourglass figure, with hips that seemed to sashay from side to side whenever she took a step. Her ass was big and well rounded, which Ben also appreciated a great deal.
Sarah wasn't the kind of person that would treat Ben poorly because he didn't know all the big words that she did, and that was even more important than the rest of it. Because, as smart as Ben was, he wasn't the kind of “smart” that the university seemed to breed. Ben couldn't bring it up in class, even his Sociology classes, without getting dirty looks and snide remarks, but he knew it to be true. The university, and academia in general, liked to create little version of what liberal institutions thought were good thinkers; not that Ben was conservative at all, but he made an effort to avoid all party lines. So Sarah used some of the words that the rest of them, and that Ben didn't use intentionally. So it was a good thing that Sarah wasn't the kind to scoff at others different from her, because that seemed to be standard operating procedure for most of the college kids who had never been anywhere but their home time, then Ames, Iowa, to pursue their four year.
As Ben rode his motorcycle back towards Ames, the sun to his back. Ben had gone out for a Friday afternoon ride to think about things and had ended up thinking pretty much exclusively about Sarah. It wasn't that he was infatuated or anything, it was more that he was afraid of being rejected, or not being rejected and let down. This was hard for Ben to admit to himself. He liked to think of himself as a strong person who didn't need anyone else, like a kind of rugged individualist who made his way through society the same way he made his way through the sands of Iraq and the forest of southern Iowa when he was a kid. But that just wasn't the case and it was becoming more and more clear by the day that Ben needed some kind of companionship. Or at least that was what he had worked out in his mind during this ride, although during other rides he'd come up with a contrary answer.
But this time hadn't been like the others where he'd decided he didn't need anyone or anything. This time he'd really thought about it, had turned over the entire situation in his mind a few times, then turned Sarah and himself the same way—his inspections always more thorough while he was on his bike than if he was stationary. Sarah seemed like she would make an excellent friend, if nothing else. She certainly wouldn't have a hard time holding Ben's attention, he knew from experience. He just hoped that he held similar sway over her. Ben knew that even though he was a few years older than everyone else he was still very attractive to the females around campus, many had told him as much. He also knew that he was very attractive to many because he wasn't like the rest of the people with their stuck up attitudes. Ben liked to think of himself as a regular person even though his experiences marked him as different from everyone else. He liked to think of himself as someone who wouldn't turn their back on anyone, a person who was comfortable and secure enough to hang out with anyone and do anything. And for the most part this was completely true. But what he had trouble doing was charming people he didn't actually like, so he knew that he needed to spend some time with Sarah outside of class to see if they would really hit it off or not. Because it was one thing to get along in class, it was another thing entirely to get along during their free time.
When Ben walked back into his apartment, the entire first story of an old house that he rented for cheap, he picked up the slip of paper that had Sarah's phone number on it. He'd managed to obtain the number on the sly, from a member of the group she was in for a class project. He wasn't sure how she was going to react him texting her out of the blue, but that was what he was going to have to do. With so many of the young guys snapping at her heels around campus he'd never have the opportunity to broach her during school—if he did one of the young bucks was sure to do something stupid in an effort to ruin the moment. So this was what he had to do.
Hey, Sarah, this is Ben from class. I told one of your group members that I really needed your number to ask you on a date and he gave it to me. Soooo, do you want to hang out anytime in the near future?
Check yes or no. Or, alternately, ignore me.
Ben hit send and hoped for the best. Sarah's reply didn't come whizzing back through the air right away, instead he was left to his own devices for a few hours. To pass the time Ben smoked some weed and surfed the internet, reading up on what was happening internationally before growing board and doing push ups and sit ups to pass the time. Finally, an hour or so later, Sarah finally got back to him.
Ben texting me on a Friday night to hang out . . . hmmmmm. I'm not sure Ben. Do you think your bad boy persona would allow you to hang out with a nice girl like me ;)
Ben couldn't help but laugh as he read the text. It was so like her to get all cheeky in her response. It was much better than outright rejection so Ben was pleased with that at least. It left the door open for them doing something together, which was exactly what he wanted.
The sun hasn't set yet. Would you want to go on a motorcycle ride?
He shot back.
Certainly, she replied.
The evening had turned crisp from the few hours before when afternoon had warmed the countryside. Now, even though the sun was still just barely in the sky, things had cooled down. Ben knew that he was going to have to keep the ride short if he wanted to keep both of them from shivering the whole way home. That kind of put a kink in his plans, because he knew that if he made haste he could make it to Ledges State Park not far to the southwest from Ames. Ledges was a great place to take people that didn't go there much; it was an arroyo that had ended up housing a stream, unlike most arroyos that are just gulches that flood every once in a while. The break in the flat Iowa terrain was the first thing people noticed. The next thing people noticed was how the rock had heaved itself up out of the ground in places, and how in others it had receded back into the earth.
Such geographic anomalies might be innocuous to those who didn't grow up in Iowa, but the states natives any deviance from the flat fields of corn and rancid hog lots was a God send. But now he wasn't going to be able to use that God send as a kind of ace, and instead was just going to have to make
a quick jaunt around the town and hope that Sarah at least had fun and wasn't bored. Ben always had fun riding well. He wasn't the kind of biker who rode a crotch rocket or drove irresponsibly. He was the kind of biker that took care to be technically sound when he made turns, and to use his mirrors and signals before changing lanes. Some of the bikers he would occasionally rode with would give him a hard time for being so by the book, but Ben had known more than a couple bikers who had died doing something stupid, like taking a turn too fast or cutting off a big truck in traffic. Ben didn't even really like to ride in traffic, but of course he had to deal with it when it happened.
Ben leaned into a corner as he rode his bike, feeling the way that Sarah squeezed him tighter, almost as if she was snuggling up against him. He couldn't help but smile since he knew how much some women were turned on by riding a bike—it was just anatomy if you really thought about it, considering the bike vibrated like crazy and females had to ride with their erogenous zones pressed against the seat. As he leaned out of the turn that would take them back to town Ben wondered what they would talk about when they got back to his place. If she would want to spend the night, or if she'd want to leave after a few minutes of small talk. Ben didn't want to have the night end with her rushing off like they had done something wrong.
As they headed back to town Ben could feel Sarah's phone buzz, pressed up against him. It had gone off several times during the ride. It made him wonder if she didn't have plans for the night, and also made him search his memory for any sign that there might be another guy somewhere that she might be caught up in. Little did he know it was much more serious than that.
