[Two female college students, each doing her own thing, and all for your reading pleasure.]
Seven, And I Was Done
I threw my roomie Jennifer down on her bed and jumped her hot little body. We were both wearing nothing but panties, and I rubbed my silk-clad cunt right against here. I could feel the bulge of her clitoris and lined mine up against it, pressing down as hard as I could on her.
"Suck my tits," she panted, squirming like an eel. "Bite them." I did what she said, sucking her perky nipples until they turned into pebbles in my mouth, and then tubes of flesh an inch long, like tiny little cocks. Then I got my teeth in. Jennifer winced and creamed those pretty little silk panties.
Of course, she wasn't nearly finished -- she was only beginning to get really worked up. "Fuck me with your fingers," she groaned. "Hurry up, keep me coming."
I stopped bearing down, just resting lightly on her while I slipped my hand into her panties and curved a couple of fingers into her hole while my thumb did a number on her bare clit. She humped back and clutched my head with both hands to keep my teeth clamped around her nipple. When she asked for more, I gave her a third finger and then a fourth, and finally curved my thumb under and in until I was fisting her, her pussy lips stretched wide to enclose my whole hand and half my forearm. Her cunt was so wet that no lube whatsoever was required. To Jennifer, sex wasn't really sex without penetration.
I used my free hand to push myself down in the bed until I could lick her as well. She howled and gave up the big one while my other hand worked my own cunt until I could jill off to a small but surprisingly pleasant orgasm.
After that I had a lecture, and then I stopped by my sociology professor's office. He had my latest paper on his desk and I saw that I had gotten an A on it. Then he locked the door and was fumbling with the buttons on my white blouse as he grabbed me into his arms. He undid the clasp on the front of my bra, and then he was sucking my tits like he thought he could actually get milk from them.
"Easy, you might come too fast," I reminded him. I had to slow the excitable little man down.
"Take it out," he panted.
Would this be the day he was actually going to fuck me? I sure hoped so. My pussy was juicy with the thought. Then, oops, the professor was shooting his load all over my skirt -- again!
I knelt down on the office floor and at least got a taste of the man's jism, licking him clean. He reached around on his desk for a box of tissues and used them awkwardly to wipe some of the come from my skirt, grinding in the rest while he was at it. I zipped him back up and redid my own clothes, and then I was off, an A student in sociology, but a very unsatisfied woman.
My next stop was the library, where I met up with Henry, the geek who actually wrote all my term papers. He saw me and he lit up like a Christmas tree. He handed over his latest work on a CD, my next assignment in English literature, and I stuck it in my purse and nodded toward the open stacks. He followed me behind a row of books where I knelt down and unzipped his pants. The guy had a typical nerd body until you saw his dick, which believe me was all stud.
Henry peered between the books on an upper shelf nervously. Yeah, like once I had my lips wrapped around his cock he would want me to stop for anything! I sucked him off, enjoying the feel of the large hard-on in my mouth. He had better will-power than my professor, for he must have lasted at least three or four minutes before he was spitting come down my throat, and at least I got his whole load this time.
Back at the apartment, Jennifer had gone out, but Lucy, one of her arty friends, was there hanging out in our bedroom. One glance at her told me she was packing today, and all my enthusiasm for a good fucking flared up again instantly. I stripped and so did she, and I flung myself down on the bed next to her, giving her my best fuck-me look. I was so hot I didn't even want my pussy eaten, though Lucy was a stone lesbian and expert at it. I just wanted that hunk of plastic she was wearing straight up my cunt and no damned nonsense about it.
"You wouldn't believe the day I've had," I moaned, just to make her ego swell up with what she was about to do to me. "Another jism-stained skirt, and a bellyful of come. Not a decent fuck anywhere." The gleam in Lucy's eyes told me I had her complete attention. Pretty soon she was right where I wanted her, dildo up my cunt, tongue down my throat, finger up my ass, going to town on me. Although the buzzer in the fake prick felt magnificent on my clit, it wasn't quite the same as a fuck from a man. Oh well, perhaps I'd get luckier tomorrow.
In the meantime, I was certainly feeling no pain. "Keep it up!" I shouted at her as she pumped me endlessly. My nub twitched between my pussy lips, and I whirled away on the hurricane of my orgasm. "Again!" She kept me on the plateau and then tipped me over again, howling and thrashing and coming, but her hips never stopped thrusting and the vibrator never stopped buzzing. "More, more, more," I shrieked. "I'm going for the record." Three. Four, five, six. "Fuck me, fuck me, keep going, keep me going!" Seven, and I was done. A low squawk came from Lucy's throat as the epidemic of climaxes finally infected her too, and she was calling me nasty names I could hardly understand as she bit my shoulder till it was sore and bruised, to say nothing of how sore and bruised my cunt was as well.