I don't usually recommend reading prior chapters, but you might feel a little lost if you haven't, in this case. In fact, the history is pretty important to "getting" what's about to take place. Who knows? You might enjoy them. But I'm not going to spend precious words on that tedious working-in of prior information: who everybody is, how great the girls look, blah blah blah. None of that. Do your own research. OK. When we left off, our beloved heroine Kim had expressed curiosity about sampling roomie Brian's enormous tool, based on roomie Cindy's prurient testimony. Hero Dave reluctantly, or maybe not so reluctantly agreed, in trade for a night with the delicious Cindy. Dave and Kim have just agreed to this devil's bargain in Kim's room, cuddled together in bed. We pick up with a little overlap. Pay attention.
"The way I see it," Kim said. "It's a test. Can our relationship survive a one-night-stand with someone else? If it can, that's great. If it can't, then it was never meant to last."
I wasn't so sure about the logic behind that. Words like "trust" entered my mind. But it seemed Kim had decided. "You want to do this, don't you?"
A long pause. "Yes."
Another long pause. "And I get a date with Cindy?"
"Fair's fair."
Another long pause. "OK. I'll talk to Brian, somehow."
"I'll talk to Cindy."
We cuddled in without sex, and slept. But not well.
To Dave's surprise, and a little hurt, if truth were known, Brian liked the idea and accepted enthusiastically. So did Cindy, Kim reported. Dave was deeply conflicted, but was, maybe, starting to look forward to it. He wasn't exactly sure how Kim felt, except that she wanted to go through with it. Was she eager?
The four made a date, and Brian and Dave took their exchanged women out to dinner, choreographed to different places. Afterwards, Kim and Brian would return to Brian's room, Cindy and Dave to hers. While they had fun at the restaurants, the sexual tension was ratcheted off the scale. They practically ran back to campus. Eager, apparently, all around.
Brian and Kim arrived back at his room, and closing the door, Kim pressed him up against it and firmly planted her lips on his. Brian responded wholeheartedly. He reversed them, pinning Kim against the door, and kissed her while running his hands up and down her body. She whimpered and pulled him tight. She could feel his hardness pressed against her. They were about the same height, so his dick was right at crotch level. He rubbed it against her and she moaned. Their tongues tangled, with rising heat.
For Kim, it was primal. She had thought about this moment, having Brian and his enormous cock wanting her, using her body for their pleasure. She had fantasized about lying back, butt pressed into his bed, legs spread wide and inviting, to take his hard penis deep within her. Feeling its size fill her up, feeling the friction as it massaged her vagina. Feeling the ridge of its big head inside her. Feeling his weight pressing her into the mattress, feeling his strong shoulders with her arms. Reaching down and feeling his butt rise and fall while he fucked her. And she would fuck him, really fuck him, with her entire body and spirit. She fantasized rocking her hips to stimulate him, hands grabbing him and pulling him deeper. She thought that it was about giving, surrendering, and taking. Giving her body to a man completely, surrendering herself totally to his most basic need, taking his cock and using it to light a fire within her that would spread from her cunt to every part of her body. Her cunt. She usually didn't like that crude word. But she did tonight. Cunt.
She would feel him stroke, feel his huge dick fill her, and empty, fill and empty. The momentary joy of being completely filled, the brief despair when he withdrew, and the quick anticipation of being filled again. A rapid see-sawing of emotions with the powerful see-sawing of his stiff, gigantic prick. She would hear his grunts, feel his hot breath on her neck as he put his full weight upon her. She would feel his hips rub her inner thighs as they moved, skin upon skin. She would feel the backs of his knees with her ankles, feel his butt with her feet, feel his waist with her legs as she wrapped high around him. Feel her nipples against his chest, feel his trim belly against hers. Feel his whiskers chafe her face and, she knew, her inner thighs.
And she would feel his sweet cock filling her, stroking, stimulating, rubbing, caressing, massaging, pounding. She would hold her legs out wide, in a posture of giving herself completely to him, total surrender, lying and taking that pounding joyfully. She would say his name in time with his thrusts. She would revel as he pushed up to look down at her body, to look at his erection slide between her lips, watch as she worked her body just for him; breasts jiggling, washboard abs clenching as she thrust her hips against him and squeezed him in her snatch. She wanted him to see her, love her, and screw her relentlessly. She wanted to make him lose control. Then she would beg him for more.
She imagined fucking him for a long time, feeling that delightful thing bring her to orgasm many, many times. Her orgasms would be celebrations of the mating rite, celebrations of sex. She would celebrate raw fucking at its animal best. Lying on her back, she would take delicious long thrusts of rigid meat from a prime example of pure maleness. And then she would finally feel what was already enormous swell even bigger, his purple helmet expanding to fill her already-full love canal. And then, taking him in all the way and clenching him to her, reaching, reaching towards him with her pelvis, she would feel him spasm along his entire long shaft as he emptied himself within her, giving her his essence, his precious fluid. She would accept his gift greedily, feeling it deposited so, so, so deep within her fertile place, using her vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk every last drop of his semen, his manhood, as she felt him contract to give it to her in his own ecstasy. His explosion would ignite her own, shooting jets of intense, fiery pleasure up her spine and throughout her body, emanating from that central place where they joined as one. Stars and galaxies would explode in her mind. She would focus her every nerve on the feeling of this man's penis giving her everything she wanted. It was an ancestral, ancient, instinctive impulse: to mate fully and joyfully with a male, which she craved with every fiber of her being.
I have always been the sweet girl next door, Kim thought. The All-American Girl. Tried to be charming, tried to be nice, tried to be what everybody wanted. Tonight is for me, though, she thought. Tonight I want to be a slut. Tonight I want to share my body, spread my legs wide and wantonly, take a hard cock and fuck it all night long. Tonight I want to feel completely vulnerable, to give my body to a man who will give me sex until I beg him for mercy. And I will take it all. And I won't beg for mercy. I'll beg for more, harder, faster. Tonight I want to feel completely fulfilled as a woman; completely used as a whore. Tonight I want to shed the old Kim and enter into a new one that does nothing but crave cock, and beg to be fucked again and again. Tonight I want to be a cum slut, just because that isn't who I've been, and because this is my one chance to redefine myself, if only for one night. And I choose to love and want sex with a big cock, as exciting as I can make it.
All this went through Kim's mind as she looked at him with eyes afire, and set about loosening his pants. He stepped back, and she peeled down his jeans and jockeys. His member bounced out and slapped her face as she knelt to take his pants down. She looked at it.
"Oh, my God! It's huge!" She took it in her hand. Even with her big hand, she could barely get her fingers around it. It had to be eleven inches long. "Cindy can fit all of this?" Brian looked at her, and nodded wordlessly.
"I have to taste it!" Kim pointed the big thing at her mouth, and opened wide. She could barely get the head past her lips. Brian's eyes closed in bliss, and he took her hair in his hands.
