Connor pumped his hips, sending his cock inside Kayla, watching her body absorb the impacts. His hands slid along her tensing back and curled on her shoulders.
"You feel so good," she purred, glancing back to fix a sultry gaze on him.
He groaned, seeing pleasure wash over her face.
"So good..."
She reached back for him, and he hauled her into his arms, her mouth finding his for a kiss. He slipped a hand over her belly, quickly reaching her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud. She squealed into the kiss, shuddering against him, her channel clutching.
"Just like that...don't stop..."
He kept his hips churning, and his fingers rubbing, her wetness clinging to them. His own pleasure marched onwards to climax. She shuddered again, tilting her head back onto his shoulder.
"Oh, Connor..."
His hips beat a steady rhythm, driving his cock deep.
"So close...so good..."
A strong buck almost shook her from his embrace, but he held on tight, pumping his hips, rubbing at her clit. Words failed her the next time she opened her mouth, a lewd gasp spilling out instead.
She bucked again, her pussy greedily smothering his cock. He maintained his pace, pushing her into orgasm, feeling it wash over her, a certain slackness helping her relax in his arms. A louder gasp melted into a moan. She pressed against him, hands grabbing at his body, fingernails digging into skin here and there, the slight discomfort not nearly enough to overshadow the pleasure.
He slowed, letting her come down from climax but not denying his own desire. She sought out his mouth again, and he kissed her, her tongue teasing against his. His cock throbbed, reacting to the sensations, his pleasure kicking higher.
"So fucking good," she sighed. "Are you close?"
He nodded.
She grinned, and then eased from his arms, letting herself fall forward, ending up back in the doggystyle position. A wiggle of her hips made her ass shake invitingly.
"I love starting the day with your cum inside me..."
He groaned, and then swung his hips against hers.
"Mmm, that's it, that's how I like it..."
He slid his hands back to her shoulders, swinging his hips forward again, then repeating, smoothly settling once again into a steady rhythm. The pleasure spiralled higher, surging towards climax.
"Just like this, babe...give me all your cum..."
The need in her voice sent a shiver over him. He fucked her harder, watching her ass shake more, and then reached a hand to her breasts, catching one, groping the luscious swell. Her channel clutched in turn, more juices trickling out amid the thrusts.
"Mmm, c'mon, give it to me..."
He swung his hips forward one more time, shoving every inch of himself inside her. The climax came, and so did he, spurting deep.
"Fuck yes," she purred, grinding back against him.
He groaned again, wordlessly enjoying the ecstasy, unloading more bursts of cum.
"So good...I love it..."
He watched her ass wiggle against him, and visualized the flow of seed, the rockets firing from his straining shaft to paint her pussy white. A thrill ran over him, a sense of pride following, a thrumming in his chest from marking her body in such a way.
The ecstasy slowly subsided, the bursts along with it. She did not move besides that eager grinding.
He started to slide back. His cock appeared inch by inch, streaked with copious juices. The thrumming in his chest faded along with the lust.
Once the head of his length slipped free, she flounced down, her breasts jiggling from the impact, and stretched lazily. He landed more carefully. She curled up next to him, smiling beatifically.
Soon enough, the thrumming in his chest was a distant memory. Another sort of feeling replaced it. After these past months, Connor was quite used to the typical post-coital shift from triumphant ecstasy to uncomfortable shame. The mindless delight taken from cumming inside his girlfriend was traditionally followed by the reminder that he was not the only man who regularly came inside her.
The shame swelled inside him, not helped by Kayla nuzzling against him.
I have to stop doing this. It's not right.
Kayla moved, kissing her way down his chest and over his stomach, taking his softened shaft by the base. Her mouth treated it to a bevy of thorough kisses. He sucked in a sharp breath, sensitive so soon after orgasm.
"Let me clean you off," she murmured. "And then we'll go take a shower."
The shame receded slightly.
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The frisbee arced through the air, the bright pink contrasting with the idyllic blue of the afternoon spring sky. Emily caught it easily, her athleticism on display, her ass bouncing to her jogging steps. His cock twitched at the sight.
I wonder how it'd look bouncing while I'm fucking her.
His cock twitched again.
Emily flicked the frisbee towards Luis. The movement made her shirt ride up, showing off her pale, toned stomach.
His phone buzzed.
[Want to come with me to Victor's?]
His cock twitched a third time. A heat bloomed in his chest, another surge of shame. The thought of watching Kayla with Victor, even after he had already done so many times over the past months, added lust to that heat, diluting the shame.
[What time?]
[7! You can drive me over then hehe]
[Sure, works for me.]
He put his phone down, his cock swelling, the lust and shame warring.
Movement nearby drew him from his brief reverie. Emily and Luis sat down in the loose circle the group created.
"So, when do you hear back about the internship again?" Alyssa asked Emily.
Emily shrugged.
"Any day now."
Alyssa smiled.
"It'd be so cool if you got it. You and Connor could be neighbors!"
Connor nodded.
"Definitely," Emily said, her own smile spreading. "That'd be great."
"I would love to graduate and be with friends right after," Alyssa said. "Like taking some of campus with me."
"You still have a year to go," Todd reminded her.
"I know."
"You should probably start thinking of places to show me," Emily teased Connor.
Like my bedroom?
"Dang, I gotta head to class," Luis spoke up, glancing at his wristwatch.
Connor glanced at his phone.
"Yeah, me too."
He snatched up his backpack and waved at the group.
"See you guys later!"
Not five yards away, his phone buzzed again, an incoming call instead of another text.
"Hey Isaiah," he greeted his friend.
"Hey man, how're you doing?"
"Alright. On my way to class so I can't talk long."
"All good, dude. Just was checking in on you. We haven't talked in a while."
"Yeah, that's my bad."
"Oh, mine too, Connor. We've both been busy."
"True."
A brief silence fell for a few seconds.
"You're gonna make me ask, aren't you?" Isaiah spoke up.
"Ask what?"
