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This is a spin off series from Diary of a Horny Student, and follows the equally horny adventures of Tim's step-sister Alex. Enjoy!
**This takes place between Chapters 13 and 14 of Diary of a Horny Student**
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," I said between ragged breaths, "cum on me--I want you to cum on me!" Gripping the edge of my friend's bathroom sink, my reflection a foggy haze thanks to my hot breath pouring over it, I had only one thought in my mind: I'm in big trouble.
To be clear, at that exact moment I wasn't in big trouble, no, at that exact moment I had my skirt bunched up, my panties around my ankles, and my body was awash with the lovely sensations of a perfectly adequate cock sliding in and out of my satisfactorily wet pussy. It felt nice...it was...fine.
College was out for the summer, so I, along with many other 18 and 19 year olds from the area, had two semesters-worth of new life experiences to share, and four hot months to share them with as many friends, or other able-bodied, willing participants as possible. This meant only one thing: house parties.
It's funny how a few short months can change things. That night I was at the house of a girl I went to high school with, Sasha, who I honestly can't remember ever saying two words to while we were in school together. My step-brother Tim's high school graduation had been earlier that day, and we had run into each other at the ceremony; she was there in support of her younger brother as well. We exchanged overly enthusiastic pleasantries for two people who spent four years together and barely ever spoke, but it ended with an invitation to a party at her house. I gladly accepted. I had a lot of things on my mind, and desperately needed some distraction.
My first year at college had brought a lot of new experiences into my life, but at the top of that list was the loss of my virginity. It was my nineteenth birthday, and my roommate sneakily set me up with a handsome bartender that, unbeknownst to me, she had personally vetted the night before.
His name was Brian, and he was an older man, gorgeous and charming, a total breath of fresh air compared to the college boys I had fooled around with up to that point. We chatted, we kissed, and by the time we got up to his apartment, I was literally drooling for this man's cock. And what a cock it was--easily the biggest I had ever seen--and I was desperate for it to be the first cock inside me.
And boy was it. He made me cum twice, practically sawed me in half with his perfect penis, and when he finally pulled out and showered my body with his hot semen it felt like a coronation. I had arrived. I was a woman, a sexual woman, and I had pleased this MAN with my body. I felt amazing.
The following morning we both fell into the shower. Our kisses came hot and heavy, lips on lips, lips on necks, hands roaming over bodies, and as the warm water began to cascade down on us I felt him slide his hand down between my legs and dip his finger between the already slick lips of my pussy. I grabbed onto him to steady myself as my legs almost buckled.
His fingers glided around my lips and clit, sending shocks of pleasure pulsing through my body, but it was when he curved his finger and slipped it up inside that I really began to vibrate. I needed more of him inside me. I could feel his cock begin to harden against my leg as I gasped into his ear. HIs big, thick cock. I needed it.
Slipping down to my knees on the tile floor of the shower, the water poured over my thick black hair as I came face to face with the object of my lust. My fingers gripped it, felt its girth; I couldn't believe I had fit this entire thing inside me the night before. I held his heavy balls in my hand, then, done with my admiration, I opened my lips and took it into my mouth.
I would have worshiped this idol all day if I could, but this wasn't about worship, this was about getting more of that amazing new feeling I had last night, so I sucked. I bobbed my head hard and fast, determined to get that beautiful cock as hard as possible. I felt it grow. I felt it stiffen, and soon it was too much for me to fit in my mouth.
I pulled off, looking at the hard pleasure baton before me, and quickly stood up. I kept one hand on him, stroking, encouraging. We kissed again, and then, like a whirlwind, Brian spun me around and bent me over toward the wall. I braced myself, the warm water pouring down my back, felt his hand grip my hip tightly, and then felt the bulbous head of his hard cock inch between my lips.
I gasped.
He pushed.
I stretched.
He entered.
There it was again. That full, enveloping feeling. At first it was short, slow thrusts--he had only managed to get in the first couple inches--It felt amazing, but I wanted more. He grabbed my hips with both hands, repositioned the angle slightly, and pushed again. This time he didn't stop, and I let out a loud, pleasureful "HNNNNNNN" as I took the full length of his cock. I lost my breath immediately, and was in a euphoric state of shock as he bottomed out inside me. Pulling back slowly, and pushing in again, my body began to get used to this erotic intruder, sending cascades of pussy juice down my walls to welcome him.
As he began to saw back and forth, I became lost in the sensation. Short, high-pitched grunts escaped my lips on each inward thrust; he was so deep inside me. His hands hooked into my hips, I felt my fat, wet asscheeks ripple and shake with each slap of his hips as he started to fuck me harder. My moans got louder as his thrusts got faster. My whole body was buzzing. His groans of exertion just got me hotter and wetter, and I reveled in the pleasure my young body was giving this older man. All I could do was say "more...more..."
In response, one of his hands left my hip and snaked further around to the front of my body, slipping back down between my legs. His fingers touched my clit and I almost screamed.
Fucking me hard from behind, pushing my body against the slick wall of the shower as his cock drove so deep inside me, my body began buzzing as his fingers strummed my throbbing clit. My arms started to wave, trying desperately to find something sturdy to hold on to, doing my best to brace myself as a tsunami of pleasure began to crest over me. The pressure began in my pussy, swirling inside me, tightening, tensing up. His cock drove into me again and again, racing me toward climax. My walls gripped his shaft tightly, squeezing desperately to stop him from leaving on every outward stroke. HIs hand not on my clit reached up, grasping my shoulder trying to steady himself, and as a passionate cry escaped his throat, I knew. I knew he was racing toward heaven as quickly as I was, trying not to get there before me, and that was it. It put me over the edge.
The spring of pleasure inside me released, and electricity shot through me. My pussy started to spasm and pulse around his thick, manly cock, and he pushed into me once more and held himself there. His arms grabbed my shaking body tight, and he held me as his cock sent me spiraling through the cosmos.
It seemed like all systems inside me did a hard reboot, and suddenly I was back on earth being soothed by warm water, bosom heaving with ragged breath, in the arms of a man whose cock was deep inside me. I smiled as I remembered where I was.
I shimmied my ass against him to signal I was present and accounted for, and I felt his thick meat throb inside me. His breath was loud in my ear, and as I reached up and felt for the short stubble on his face, I breathlessly asked him "did you cum?"
He shook his head no, croaking out "No. Very close."
I felt his hands gripping my slick body, his cock pulse inside me with the desperate need for release, his hot, labored breathing, and something unexpected came over me.
Earlier in the year I had been at a party. It was the end of the first semester, and after a long period of finals and papers, it was our chance to blow off a little steam while we waited for grades to be posted at midnight. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a conversation with a few fellow female classmates that was quickly turning dirty.
"And that's why I always swallow," Jane said, raising her glass in a mock salute, eliciting a laugh from us all. Jane was very tall, almost six feet, and very gorgeous and put together. Her hair was perfectly sandy blonde, her skin always seemingly flawlessly tanned; it was frankly difficult for me to imagine someone as in control as her letting a guy shoot off in her mouth. Then again, they say it's the most efficient way to deal with clean up, so maybe it made sense after all.
"ALWAYS?" Said Meera, across from me. Meera was a curvy Indian girl with long black hair, wide hips and big breasts. Breasts she wasn't shy about putting on display tonight beneath her tight, low cut blouse.
"Always," Jane said, confidently, "It's efficient, it's quick, and guys fucking love it." Everyone laughed in agreement again. "Why, you don't?" She said, tossing the question back to Meera.
