I never knew she felt like that
After a slow start at school - I was 18 before I finally lost my virginity to my then long-term girlfriend - I kind of went of the rails at university.
From one girlfriend seen once a week, to one every night - not always the same girl, either.
Still, of all of the times I skipped from one port to another, only one comes back to me time and time again, and is the one I can refer to in the more - ahem - lonely nights.
Trish (or "Tish" as she preferred to be called) was a happy, pneumatic and athletic hockey player with whom I connected during my third week as a fresher. I guess I clicked with her as she reminded me a lot of my first love, also a hockey player. She loved it when I went on a Saturday to watch her play, cheering enthusiastically from the sidelines. Invariably she'd end up mucky, hot and sweaty, and enjoyed nothing more than for me to help get her nice and clean in the showers, normally ending up in a sweaty mess on the floor of the shower - thank goodness for large shower rooms.
Sadly, both of us were in shared rooms, me with a DBA ("do bugger all") student, Rich, and her with a Pharmacy undergraduate, Claire (nicknamed "Half-pint" due to being so petite). This meant that we could rarely get to sleep over together, as there was usually someone else there to put the kibosh on it. The only exception was when our roommates were away - not very often, unfortunately.
One Saturday we'd been out for a few drinks, and had returned to Tish's room quite late. Tish was a bit worse for wear, meaning I knew damn well that she was going to want a bit of "rumpy-pumpy" that night - luckily, I was still sober enough to be able to get it up.
She opened the door to the dorm room, and turned on the small light next to her bed. She glanced around the room, and said the words that I'd hoped to hear, "Claire's not here. Her bed's piled with clothes. I think she's gone for the weekend. Do you want to do me and then stay over?"
I needed no more asking, as Tish & I fell together into the room, locking the door behind us, and tearing at each other's clothes. Fuck, she was horny tonight!
She pushed me back on the bed, pulling off my jeans and boxers - I was already hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping onto my stomach, as I watched her climb on top of me, spreading her lips apart so she could impale her sopping pussy on my cock. I'm not long, 61/2 inches when fully hard, but I have a decent girth, and I knew that Tish loved the way it made her feel full from wall to wall. She held herself with the tip of my penis just at her entrance, and, then in one move, she plunged her hips downwards, swallowing me fully until I was balls-deep in her sopping pussy. I glanced up at her, but, as usual, she had her eyes closed, as she rode her fantasies as hard as she was now riding me.
I missed making eye-contact with her, but sometimes found it useful to help me last longer, so I started glancing around the room, intrigued by how things looked different in the soft glow of the one bedside lamp that was on. Tish was now riding me faster, and tweaking at her own nipples as her climax approached. "Shit," I thought, "she's going to get hers before I get mine.", I knew that once she came, she'd collapse, and sleep wouldn't be far behind - she wasn't one of those to go for seconds, she was always too sensitive she said.
Oh, well, I'd probably have to finish myself off without her, and maybe I'd get another go in the morning.
At that point, I realised that I felt I was being watched. I glanced over at Claire's bed. Tish had been wrong. She wasn't away. She had just been asleep in the bed, and the shadows had made it look like a pile of clothes. Now she was staring at us, at her roommate riding her boyfriend. Riding her boyfriend's cock. Riding me!
Fuck! Was her hand under the duvet? Was it moving? Was I wrong, or was she masturbating while watching us?
Fuck - this was hot!
As I continued to watch her watching her roommate, she suddenly looked up at my face, and we made eye-contact! Her eyes grew wide, and she looked momentarily panicked. Then a look of determination crossed her face, and she pushed down the top of the duvet exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were standing out, and a reddish blush was just visible across her chest. She continued to stare into my eyes as her hand worked its way back down beneath the duvet. With the other, she pulled and twisted at her nipples, making them engorge even more.
It was obvious that she was frigging herself while watching this live floor show - wow! I was getting really turned on, and realised that for once I was likely to finish before Tish, or at least at the same time.
I reached up and grabbed Tish's tits, bouncing above me, and twisted her nipples in the way she liked. I glanced over at Claire, she'd thrown the duvet fully off, and the fingers of one hand were plunging in and out of her little box, the other pulling and grabbing at her nipples.
As I stared at her, she suddenly stiffened, her back arched, and her eyes rolled back in her head - Christ! She was cumming in front of me, in front of us, and Tish didn't know!
I could feel my balls begin to contract, just I felt Tish's pussy start to pulse around my shaft. We were going to do it - we were all going to cum together, and Tish didn't know.
Claire suddenly opened her eyes, and stared straight at me, as she took her hand from between her legs and put two of her fingers into her mouth. Fuck, she was tasting her own cum.
That was it! I grabbed Tish's hips, pulling her hard down onto me, so her clit ground on my pelvis, as I pumped what felt like a gallon of cum up her soaking puss. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped as her own orgasm washed over and round her. She suddenly stiffened and stopped breathing as the last vestiges of the orgasm blurred the lines between life and death, where her body ended and where mine began, and whose fluids were lubricating the swampy mess that was our joined sexes.
Slowly, she lay forward on top of me, and then rolled away, my cock coming out of her with an audible "plop", and a flood of mixed cum.
"That's the best we've had," she murmured, as she slid down next to me facing the wall, already drifting off to sleep.
I, on the other hand, was totally wired. Did that really just happen? I needed to roll over and look across at Claire's bed. But I couldn't wake Tish. If I did, she'd want to clean herself up; that would mean getting up, and she'd see Claire. I knew they were good friends, who'd talk about all sorts and share stories, but I wasn't sure that sharing would stretch to any form of sexual encounter, involved or not.
