Connor launched himself onto the bed and pounced on Kayla for an aggressive kiss. Her squeal was muffled by his lips, but she recovered quickly from the surprise, squirming into him, a hand tugging at his t-shirt, starting to yank it up.
We've kissed countless times...but this feels different...
Desire and anger roiled inside him. His cock ached in his boxers.
Kayla leaned back to take his shirt off, tossing it dismissively to the floor. The kiss resumed immediately. She sent a hand next to the waistband of his sweatpants, teasing it inside to brush at his bulge. He groaned, feeling one final pull of his conscience, one last Alamo-esque stand from his long-held commitment to chastity, one meager voice speaking up amid the thunderous cacophony of lust.
His cock throbbed, offering a counterpoint.
Kayla reached into his boxers and wrapped a hand around the base of the shaft.
He groaned again, tensing at the unfamiliar sensation.
She bit her lip, starting to stroke slowly.
"Please fuck me, Connor...I've wanted you inside me for a long time...please..."
His eyes widened and his cock jumped.
She eased his sweats and boxers down, letting it spring free. A momentary worry came over him, a thought that she might find his size unsatisfactory. The way her eyes lit up soothed that worry.
"Mmm, it's about time I got to see this dick..."
She flounced onto her back and slipped her shorts off. Her panties followed right after. He gaped at her shamelessness, his cock raring and raging. She turned onto her stomach, and gathered her knees underneath her, wiggling her hips to show off her shapely ass and soaked sex. Her eyes fixed on him over her shoulder.
"What're you waiting for?"
He sprang forward, taking his cock by the base and guiding it towards her sex. His breath caught in his throat at the approach. The first brush over the warm, wet folds sent that breath out in a soft gasp. His other hand settled on her hip, and he eased his cock into place, the tip slipping inside easily, her pink lips welcoming the intrusion.
"Fuck..."
His breathless curse made her giggle. He gazed down, eyes widening again at the lewd sight of her body opening up for him. A shiver cascaded over him from the heat and slickness, more unfamiliar sensations. His cock throbbed, eager to venture deeper, so he pushed with his hips, groaning at more of his cock meeting her tender walls.
"Fuck..."
Kayla giggled again.
"Is that all you can say?"
He hesitated, still drinking in the lurid tableau of her pussy embracing his cock.
"You like the view?"
"Yes," he answered this time.
Another push sent more of him inside her. She moaned, the sound reaching through his haze of wonder.
He adjusted behind her, his other hand landing on her other hip, giving him extra leverage. Another push finished the penetration, bringing every inch of him inside her. Her channel clutched at his shaft, drawing another breathless curse from him.
"Fuck me," she urged.
He hesitated, glancing at where their bodies met.
A simple back-and-forth with his hips seemed easy enough, so he repeated the motion. Her channel carried on clutching at his shaft, smothering it in sticky juices. He gasped, the pleasure rising steadily.
His mind went back to the videos he had seen of Kayla and Victor. A rush of possessiveness followed.
He worked his hips harder, spearing his cock into her slit. Her ass bounced delightfully, and she moaned again. More possessiveness surged, so he moved a hand to her breasts, groping one of the soft swells over her t-shirt. She bucked back against him, adding her own strength to the proceedings.
"That's it, Connor, fuck me, please..."
She kept bucking back at his thrusts, matching his vigor, her pussy repeatedly swallowing every inch of him.
The pleasure roared. Sweat beaded on his brow. He felt his body twinge slightly, not used to moving in such a way. His cock throbbed strongly, heralding a steadily encroaching orgasm. Kayla met his thrusts with little difficulty, obviously much more accustomed to putting her body into action in such a way.
"I'm close," he announced, his voice choked with lust, his hips adding more force almost unconsciously as if to unleash every ounce of his pent-up anger and desire.
"Cum inside me," she purred, looking over her shoulder with excited eyes, her body jiggling from the impacts."Please..."
A shiver washed over him. His cock throbbed again, the pleasure so close to the breaking point, his muscles tensing, his breath catching in his throat.
The first pulse fired up his shaft. He drove himself to the base, and let out a groan, feeling her channel twitching around him.
His orgasm struck, his cock straining inside Kayla, heated spurts bursting out recklessly. She moaned, grinding against him, her channel massaging his length, milking it for every last drop. More spurts erupted from him, spraying down her depths. He groaned again, feeling the tension and anger drain away, the release thorough.
Kayla kept throwing her hips back, but soon slowed. His eyes tracked her sinuous movements, taking in this sexual side of her, a side he had not seen in person.
When she finally began to ease herself off his cock, he watched her pussy glide down the shaft, both glistening with her juices. The tip popped free, and a thin stream of his cum peeked from her slit.
She turned over, and crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.
Connor scurried forward and kissed her. His hands slid almost unconsciously to her breasts, stroking along the soft swells over her t-shirt. She responded by easing him back and then whipping the shirt off, revealing those youthful, perky breasts. His hands returned there, sinking into the lush flesh, testing their heft and feel.
Her hand cupped the back of his head, and she dragged him closer to her breasts. He did not fight, happily kissing and sucking there, feeling her squirm underneath him. Her back arched, her hand pressing him into her chest.
All too soon, she eased him back again, and shimmied out from underneath him.
"Be right back," she said, slinging on her t-shirt and panties before slipping from the room.
He slumped back onto the bed, sighing from the lingering satisfaction.
But after a minute, the haze of afterglow began to dissipate, making room for his mind to begin unpacking what had just happened.
I had sex. I enjoyed it. Didn't really do it for the right reasons, but...
More thoughts followed, and he shifted nervously, a prickly discomfort blooming in his chest.
I may have made a mistake.
Kayla strolled back into the room, blissfully ignorant of his thoughts, and flounced onto the bed.
"That was fun," she murmured, leaning over to kiss him.
Her body warmth helped to ease the discomfort, a natural, animalistic reaction to her presence, and then to her nakedness once she slipped her t-shirt and panties off, giving him another close-up look at her fantastic breasts. She nuzzled closer, the lovely duo rubbing at his side, providing a salve against any negative emotions.
He suddenly realized a need to pee.
"My turn to be right back," he told her, grabbing his own clothes.
Her roommates were not about, leaving an unobstructed path to the bathroom. The discomfort crept back into his thoughts mid-piss. He swallowed nervously, his throat dry, his armpits damp with sweat.
Pretty sure losing my virginity to a girl who's been cheating on me is not a good choice.
He ignored the negative thoughts, focused on finishing up, wanting to run back to Kayla, feel her naked body against him, and let the shame drain away.
That'll be tomorrow's problem.
When he slipped into her room, she was fast asleep, curled up, the blanket half-flipped open invitingly. He switched off the lights and climbed carefully in, sidling up behind her, taking her nude figure in his arms for the first time. She stirred briefly but did not wake.
He could sense the negative thoughts kept just at bay. Sleep came quickly, however, thanks to the recent release of tension and the comfort of Kayla's body against his.
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Connor groaned, his eyes fluttering open. A slick warmth surrounded his cock.
The grogginess took a few seconds to clear.
And then he looked down.
Kayla was sucking at his cock, the shaft firm and aching, a hand wrapped around the base. He groaned again, this one louder and more conscious. Her other hand was between her thighs, moving steadily.
"Kayla..."
She leaned back, letting his cock slip from her mouth, and flashed him a smile. Her hand stroked idly along the shaft.
"I woke up and wanted to help you with your morning wood."
He groaned again, gazing at her nakedness.
"You want me to keep sucking your dick?" she asked, biting her lip. "Or do you want my pussy?"
His eyes widened and his cock twitched, a bead of precum shining on the tip.
"Uh...your pussy..."
She smiled again, and eagerly straddled him. He took her by the hips to help her settle into place. Her sex brushed over his shaft, drawing another groan from him.
One downward shove brought him almost all the way inside her. She cried out, her breasts jiggling, her head tossing back. He yelped, taken by surprise, his cock smothered by her drenched heat. A strong shiver followed, leaving him gasping and bucking, the latter movement sending the rest of him into her. She swayed atop him, her channel clenching and clutching.
"Fuck..."
