There was less urgency, as if the race to see who would make who cum was over, and now we were just taking a leisurely victory lap. He rolled a condom on and I settled on top of him, rolling my hips and loving the pressure of his cock inside me. I leaned forward and stretched myself across his chest, rubbing against him, my heavy breasts against his face and neck.
He bit my nipples and nuzzled deeper between my breasts.
"Sometime I need to titty-fuck these great tits of yours," he said. I leaned back and held my breasts in my hands, twisting my nipples. I kissed them and pushed them together, the cleavage threatening to overspill my hands.
"Right here?" I said, leaning over him.
"Mmmm yeah, right there," he said, licking between my breasts. In response I rolled my hips to the rhythm of his tongue, feeling his cock deep inside me.
He groaned and locked his arms around my shoulders, pinning me to him. He began to thrust upward into me. My body absorbed him, his cock spearing me until it almost hurt.
I whimpered. "Don't stop," I whispered into his neck. "Please... don't... stop..."
As he pounded me my voice shook with the force of him. Each thrust almost hurt—that thin line between pleasure and pain that makes everything more intense.
And then I came again, my legs shaking on either side of him. I moaned loudly, lost in release, bucking against him. I could feel his grin and I leaned up to see it. He put his hand on my leg and motioned for me to move. I did, and with a little prompting I was on all fours on the bed and he was behind me. I was completely exposed, and I shivered. He slid his hands from my ass down my back and back again, pulling on my hips towards him. I arched my back and he slid into me.
The pressure of him from a new angle made me moan. I realized my poor dormmates must be dying trying to sleep while I was having a great night of sex. I leaned forward to bury my face in the pillow so I could scream and moan without waking the neighbors.
As I did, he slid out of me, and this time I felt his head pressing against my asshole.
"Hey, watch where you're going," I said.
"I am," he said as he pushed harder against my virgin asshole. He entered me and I gasped, not in the pain I had expected, but at the totally new sensation.
He slid slowly inside of me and out again, letting my body relax to the feel of him. And I did, even though a part of me wanted him to stop, the part of me that knew it was wrong.
I felt his balls against my pussy and he was buried all the way in my ass. I let out a low, soft moan at the feeling, knowing his cock was seven inches deep in my ass, so completely aware of it. The thought was so wrong, everything about it was so bad and yet so incredibly hot.
Then he was thrusting deeply and I could barely catch my breath. I put my face into the pillow again, but he wouldn't have it.
His hand was on my ponytail, pulling back my head, one hand on my shoulder pulling me back against him harder. His balls slapped against my pussy and the teasing touch made me moan again.
My face was against the wall, forehead bumping against the wallpaper.
"You like my cock in your ass?" he asked me.
His words made me shake, but I didn't say anything, I couldn't.
"I like fucking your tight little asshole," he said, thrusting with each word as if to emphasize it.