Chapter 8: Once more unto the breach dear friends
"OH GOD YES!" My female lover screamed. "FUCK ME HARD! USE ME! ABUSE ME!" She cried out.
I wrapped my hand in a fist full of hair and yanked back. "You little slut!" I bellowed. "Fucking slut," I said as I continued pounding into her.
I could feel the warmth of her pussy and the contractions of her inner muscles as she orgasmed. I have developed quite the level of stamina and was holding off as long as I could. She was now having her third orgasm in a row. "OH FUCK ME! DON'T STOP!" She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I pulled back harder on her hair and reached around with my other hand and grabbed a wad of tit-flesh and squeezed. This set her over the edge yet again and I felt a rush of warmth was over my dick.
"I am going to fill your pussy with my cum this time," I cried out. "Is that what you want you slut?" I asked relaxing my grip on her hair. She grunted but didn't answer. I yanked back. "I asked you a question slut. Answer me!" I then squeezed down on her breast hard enough to leave a white handprint when I let go.
"Cum in my pussy!" She cried out.
"I thought so," I said relaxing my grip on her hair again. "You like the idea of a teenager cumming in your pussy don't you?" I asked.
"Yes. I want a load of eighteen year old cum deep in my pussy," she moaned.
"Beg for it Lisa," I commanded.
"Do it Steve. One last time. Cum in my pussy," she moaned again then screamed out with another orgasm. "Oh my god yes! Cum in me please. I beg you."
I let myself go. I came hard and fast. I could feel a mixture of our fluids escaping around my dick and dripping down or legs. When I was finally drained I collapsed down on the bed next to her.
"I am so glad we decided on a house visit for our last therapy session," I said to Miss Hockersmith as we lay next to each other catching our breath.
"So am I. Now you see why I had you cover my mouth last time," she said with a smile.
"You cum like a banshee," I said with a laugh.
As per the terms of our relationship we didn't kiss. We didn't hug, cuddle, coo, talk cute to each other, or anything that could be considered remotely romantic. It was a wham, bam, thank you ma'am fuck. I took a quick shower to rinse the smell of sex off of me and headed home. Luckily my mom and stepdad were already in bed so I didn't have any explaining to do as to why I didn't come home right after swim practice.
As I tried to fall asleep my mind raced a million miles an hour. In the morning I would be leaving for State's campus to compete in the All-District Swim Meet. I thought about fucking Miss Hockersmith for the fourth time in a month and how that was the only fucking I had done in nearly two months. Sure I had gotten countless blow jobs and hand jobs, but it wasn't the same. The release I felt with her though was more than enough to keep me sane going into the district meet. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, but only after rubbing out one last orgasm of my own as I thought about all the catching up I got to do once districts was over.
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"Thanks mom," I said as I exited her Volvo, "I will see you guys at the pool tomorrow."
My mom dropped me off out front of a large house on the edge of campus. The house was owned by the swim team and was, for lack of a better description, a frat house without the idiots or all the bullshit that goes along with being in the Greek system. Only three non-Greek organizations had houses. The swim team, which was coed; the honor society, which was coed and all nerds basically; and the field hockey team, which was of course all girls.
I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I shrugged my duffle-bag back onto my shoulder and looked around. This was only my second time on campus, but my first time walking anywhere without my parents.
"Hello," a cute female said as she opened the door. She kind of reminded me of Summer in a way. To be honest most swimmers have the same slender physique but the resemblance was still rather uncanny. "Wait," she said before I could say anything, "you're Steve Smith, aren't you?"
"Uh, yes," I said surprised that she knew my name.
"I'm Beth," she said as she extended her hand out, "Ashley's roommate." We shook hands. "I've heard a lot about you Steve," she then did an obvious once over.
I took a step into house and she shut the door behind me. "Come on," she said motioning me to follow her, "She's upstairs in our room working on a paper."
The house was pretty big. I counted a half dozen rooms on the upper floor each with two beds in them. I also saw some guys in the TV room downstairs when I walked in and assumed they had rooms either on the first level or maybe in the basement.
When we got to the last room at the end of the hall Beth ushered me in and I saw Ashley working at her computer with her headphones on oblivious to the world. I pulled my finger up to my lips singling Beth to keep quiet. I then did my best to creep up on Ashley without alerting her to my presence.
When I got behind her I put my hands over her eyes. She quickly reached up and yanked her earbuds out then tried to pry my hands off her eyes. "Who is it?" She screamed.
"Guess who?" I said trying to make myself sound different.
She then bolted up out of the chair screaming my name and nearly tackled me to the floor. We ended up falling onto a nearby bed with her on top of me. "You're early," she said finally calming down.
"Mike wanted a head start and we missed all the major traffic jams I guess," I said.
