(Author's note: Ok, I enjoyed writing parts 1-3 more than I thought and I've especially enjoyed your supportive comments. What started as a 3-part series now has a part 4... and we'll just have to see where things go from here.)
Sex was new for us, and so was the precious afterglow. We were all smiles, kisses, giggles, sighs and, of course, curious touches.
We tidied up Lydia's bed a bit and moved into Claire's, both of us sticky and sweaty, horny as hell and ready for more.
In the darkened room, through the silent night, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We kept bringing each other back to the summit of human passion over and over again. We were like two starving kids in front of an open refrigerator.
I stroked her pussy with my fingers while kissing her, until her she pulled her mouth away, gasping for air. I sucked her ultra-sensitive nipples between my lips as I pressed my index finger deep inside her sloppy vagina. She twitched and jumped and shook and gasped, and then came again, perhaps more violently than she had before. She was quiet this time. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in a host of new sensations that were almost too much to deal with.
As wasted as she seemed to be, she wanted more. I rolled up between her legs where she gripped my hard cock and guided me inside again. This time I slid in all the way to the limit without a pause.
I started out slowly, pulling out almost completely, then pressing myself back inside of her wonderfully hot tunnel. I moved a bit side to side to give her clit a little attention, then moved out again. What an amazing, crazy, wild sensation to feel her wet pussy gripping my cock. She placed her hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me hard against her.
Everything was new. Every sensation was a discovery. Every collision of bones and muscles, every little gasp and cry, every touch was something fresh and exciting.
I sped up my pace. I pounded her clit harder. I sort of lost my mind, or at least, the rational part of me seemed to give way to the animal part. I wasn't making love to Claire; she wasn't making love to me. We were fucking. We were taking. We were using each other's bodies to get to Nirvana.
We both groaned, and moaned, and urged each other on. She raised her legs, caught my hips, and muscled me in as deep and as fast as I could go. I was panting like I'd run a record-breaking mile. My chest was sliding over her breasts in an oily bath of perspiration. Her face was salty. Her eyes looked vacant. Then she sort of squealed and pinned my hips so tightly against her pubic bone that I couldn't have escaped if I had wanted to. I let go. My cock throbbed inside of her and she squealed again. I collapsed on top of her and gasped in her ear. Her body was quivering. She was rolling her hips, grinding herself against my cock.
That's all I remember. Lights out.
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"Oh my fucking God!! It smells like an orgy in here! Claire? What the fuck?! You did it! Holy fucking shit, girl, you really did it! Way to go, sister, I'm so proud of you!"
You know how you wake up sometimes and you have no idea where you are, what day it is, what your name is, nothing? There's just a light intruding trying to push you into consciousness, but your brain says, "Fuck that, I'm dead. Leave me alone."
Claire was still partly underneath me, dead to the world, when that awful voice woke me up. We were both naked, of course. The sheets were soaked with sweat and cum. Her thigh was pressed against my cock, which was hard. I was drooling on her left breast. But recognition drifted into her fried brain cells faster than mine and suddenly she was pushing me, shoving me, moving in a panic, grabbing the bed sheet up around herself and sitting bolt upright.
I just rolled over and squinted. And saw Lydia. Claire's roommate. Smiling like she'd gotten a pony for her birthday.
"Shit, Danny, look at you. You're really hung! If I'd had any idea, I would have jumped your bones long ago. Way to go, Claire. Looks like you got fucked by a true stud."
Lydia had her hands on her hips and was staring brazenly at the two of us, but maybe mostly at my stiffening cock. I looked around for something to cover myself with, but Claire had the top sheet. I might have been too tired to care, actually. We were busted, for sure. So I just waited in dumb silence for Claire.
"You said you'd be gone the whole weekend, Lydia!" She was taking this more seriously than I was.
"If I'd known you were going to do the deed with Danny, I would have come back sooner. You two look wasted. It must've been a long and memorable night."
"Lydia, get out! Please, get out! Give us some privacy, please!"
"Ok, ok, don't blow a gasket. You're right. You both need some privacy right now. I'll give you a couple of hours. You'll probably want to do it once more before you clean up anyway. Way to go, Claire! I'm so fucking proud of you! Though I must say, I'm only gone for 24 hours and you're out of your clothes and doing the nasty. What would your mother say?"
"Lydia..."
"Ok, I'm leaving."
She looked admiringly at my cock for a few seconds more before smiling, turning, and walking out the door. Which seemed strange. I don't think my cock is much different from any other guy's, but then, I've never had a hard-on around other guys.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
Claire beat her fists against her thighs. I pulled her over towards me.
"Come here, angel."
She was tense. Angry. Embarrassed. And then she started to cry.
"Oh, baby. It's ok."
She buried her face in her hands and wept. Her body shook. She wouldn't look at me. I held her tight and just waited her out. Kissed her shoulder, her forehead, stroked her hair. Such beauty. Such a treasure. Why had I waited so long?
"She's going to tell all of her friends, you know? I'll be the campus slut."
"No, never. All of Lydia's friends are as sex-crazed as she is. They'll think it's weird you waited so long, not weird that you've had sex with someone you care about."
"But she'll cheapen it. She'll make it into a joke. Last night was the best experience I've ever had with a guy. It was wonderful. It was our special secret. I don't want the whole world to know about it. It was something special, just between us. Now it feels like I'll be stripped naked in front of the whole school."
"Claire, sweetheart." I sighed. "Nothing will take away how special last night was. No one can imagine how wonderful it was. It was pretty wonderful, you know. Awesome. Spectacular. Maybe no one in all the world has had the kind of passion we had together last night. They might have their own ideas about what we did together, but they won't really know how special it was, or how it connected us."
She smiled.
"I felt like our hearts melted together somehow. Maybe that's sappy. Something happened to me, Danny. Something beautiful, and it wasn't just that you made me cum 500 times."
I laughed.
"520. You were obviously too out of it to keep track."
"550 maybe. My pussy's really sore, but in a good way. Your penis might be habit-forming."
"I hope so."
She smiled and leaned into me. We kissed. We kissed some more. She groaned softly.
"No, I'm too dirty. I need a shower. Let's get a shower together. I want you to touch me, but I want to be clean."
Her pussy turned out to be too sensitive to play with, but we had a wonderful time soaping each other up, kissing, hugging, and rubbing our horny bodies together other under the warm water.
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