Glen held his throbbing shaft in his hand, stroked it a few times and guided it into Meher's tunnel. There was just the slightest resistance at her verge when he entered, but the whole passage opened up like a fresh envelope opens up, on blowing into it. Glen and Meher were living out a challenge at the Mansion 'Eternal peace'.
She was tight at 22. She clutched and released his cock inside her playfully and turned and gave him a naughty smile. She lay turned on one side, one leg extending long and the other leg turned over and close to her breast. One arm lay under her chest and the other on Glen's thigh. It willed him to push deeper. Glen on the other hand willed his member to grow longer or thicker than it already was.
Being a student studying in the final year of college, knowledge of sex, intercourse or bodily behaviours of men and women, came from peers and the internet, which was often exaggerated and many a times false.
Meher was Glen's classmate at one of the most popular commerce colleges in the city. Their city, a huge and flamboyant metropolis, was a student hub and hosted millions of students from various faculties at various colleges and universities from all over the country. Glen grew up in the city buy Meher was from a small town near the country's Capital.
Glen placed both hands on Meher's ceiling-facing hip and plunged deeply.
"Ohhh Glen!" she exhaled.
Glen's pelvis moved to and fro with a programmed consistency. His member plunged and withdrew like the piston of a 19th century steam engine. His pelvis gyrated and circled like the wheels of the engine behind the piston. Needless to say the vault was well greased to handle the momentum.
Glen was of average build, average height and had a face which women doted on. He dressed casually in T's and baggy jeans and had artistically unkempt hair, as the girls called it. He wasn't much into sports or gym. He was rather the type who'd chase beers with friends over a game of Fifa on his PS4.
He was a cool dude and a 3 am friend for all the hotties in his class. He dressed cool, had a cool attitude and dated casually, never getting involved too deeply. He got plenty of attention from the fairer sex and plenty of jokes from his male friends who couldn't fathom how the women came to like him.
He picked up Meher's folded leg and placed it across his waist, prodding deeper. "Ummmhhh!".
He massaged her ass with the other hand and then slapped it playfully. 'Smack!'
"Fuck!!" Meher swore with pleasure. He felt his rod tighten. A wicked smile creased on Meher's cheek.
Meher hadn't imagined that this guy-next-door could be quite a rider in bed. She was coming. Already. "Uummmhhh!".
Chirag could have sworn she was the best fuck happening for him in a while.
Meher, originally from a small town, was a curvy beauty and yet she was slim, not over weight. She had joined college the same year as Chirag. She had full breasts and a beautifully curvilicious ass. She had long hair which she straightened quite often. Her long straight hair fell like a soft film just short of the curve of her ass.
She always looked striking when she gave a one sided smile. It reflected in her light brown eyes behind her glasses. She carried herself very well. She wasn't quite gigly and naive like many of the girls who flocked around Glen. He would never confess, but he had always fantasized being with her.
Meher wriggled free when Glen's pace decreased. She pulled away and Glen's manhood plopped out all marinated by Meher's juices. She went on all 4 and swallowed his rod whole.
"Awww Meher!" Glen groaned as her tongue lashed around his prism end. He stood with both knees planted firmly apart on the creaky 4 post bed. His phallus aimed a few degrees heavenwards looking like a massive cannon on two cartwheels. She sucked at his cock hard and slid over it to and fro.
Glen arched his neck in pleasure and couldn't help laugh at the massive, covered painting that hung above their massive creaking bed.
A month ago Glen and Meher had taken a 2 day weekend trip to a hill station with their group of college friends. They had sat on the banks of this hill station's pretty lake in the chill of the evening and talked about ghosts and spirits.
The boys had told ghost stories and the girls had held on to their boyfriends tighter. It was a college guy thing, to tell ghost stories, so girls would hold them closer.
Glen had never been a believer and had been well aware of the guys's intensions. He had been surprised Meher hadn't fallen for it either. She had given her naughty smile, rolled her eyes and sat next to Glen.
Her full ass had bulged as she sat on the huge rock on the lakes bank. Glen had felt a hard on. But she had sat poised, her breasts full and defiant of such stories.
A friend had told the story of a haunted mansion, about 100 miles from their city. Everyone had given their take and information on who haunted that mansion, why that spirit haunted it and how no one lived there for years.
Most of these were stories borrowed from movie scripts. Soon there had been as many stories as there were people in that group and each had a different tale to tell.
A girl had said, she wouldn't stay in that mansion even if commando elites stood watch and protected her with their high tech weapons. Most had agreed but Glen had laughed.
Someone had challenged him casually to go and stay there for a night and was bewildered to hear him accept. They had been even more surprised when Meher had said, "Come along you guys, I could stay over too. There's no such thing as ghosts and spirits."
Meher turned around and pushed her curvacious ass up to Glen's cannon. Glen broached an entry from the rear and groaned. He spanked her lovingly. Meher moaned. He held her by the short of her waist and thrusted again and again. He thrusted while changing the angle just a bit with every thrust so he could feel every wall of her tunnel.
