When I heard the steady thudding from down the hallway, I knew what it was. This was a large dorm at Arizona State with a bunch of oversexed and hormonal kids. The bedframes took their share of beatings. The volume and steadiness of this one was exceptional though. Louder than any I'd heard before. And the fact that this guy, whoever he was, was able to maintain this rhythm at that velocity with his lady friend was impressive.
You could hear the girl too...muffled but shrill squeals. Clearly trying to control herself. But whatever was going on in that room was working for her.
As I moved down the hall, headed to my own dorm room, I decided I'd do a little scouting to see which of my floormates was able to handle himself like a certified pornstar. But I became more and more nervous as I approached my dorm room. I listened at the door before mine where it seemed quite loud. Then I moved to my door, where the noise absolutely seemed to be coming from. Then I went to the door past mine and it got a little quieter. So it was coming from my room.
Which made no sense. My roommate Allen had left earlier in the semester for his study abroad. My girlfriend Emily practically moved into my room with me. She had a key and I was expecting her to be waiting for me when I got back from my class. But there shouldn't be thumping like that when I'm not in there. Admittedly, there were never thuds that loud when we were in there, but still.
When I finally opened the door, my stomach dropped and I tensed up. In the opposite corner of the room where my bed was, Emily was being attacked!
The guy was blocking most of the view, but I could see my beautiful girlfriend of ten months on all fours, her slender, pale, athletic frame was being forced into an arched back with her round butt up high, head buried in sheets and pillow, covered in a mess of long dark brown hair. She was reaching back behind her, but she had no chance. The guy kneeling behind her was absolutely huge, holding her arms locked and straight back behind her as he continued his rhythmic thrusting, the simple twin bed frame sliding forward and back under him. It was so loud he didn't even hear me enter.
Something about him looked familiar, too. Maybe kind of mixed race, like a very light black or dark white. Shaved head, diamond stud in his ear. And he wasn't just big, but cut. From the view I had from behind, I could see his triceps and some of those lower back muscles. I'm not great at estimating, but even kneeling on the bed, he towered over my 5'9" height and must've had another 70 pounds of muscle on my 160.
But that didn't matter, because he was attacking my girl. And even though I was probably about to get the shit beat out of me, or worse, I was going to stand up for her.
"Hey!" I meant to yell it deeply, but it came out more like a croak.
At once, the guy stopped and looked over his shoulder at me in the doorway. Emily turned too, lifting her head slightly and shaking her hair out of the way so we could lock eyes. Her whole body was slick and shiny with sweat.
And she smiled. He smiled too. This was...consensual?
"Babe! Hey..." Emily mumbled, maybe a little surprised and embarrassed, but more like I'd just walked in on her watching a guilty pleasure show. Less embarrassed than I expected.
I stood speechlessly for a second, kind of shrugging and throwing up my hands in disbelief for some kind of answer as to what was going on. I walked closer.
"Man, what's good, boss?" The guy asked me casually. He wasn't thrusting but he was still in Emily, one of his huge hands caressing her ass and lower back. His other hand running through his short hair, huge chest heaving and glistening.
"What the fuck?" I finally forced out.
Emily was panting, trying to brace her arms up so she could at least be on all fours and not facedown. She panted: "I thought your...class was...over at...how long...have we been..." heaving, she looked over her shoulder at the guy behind her for some kind of answer. He kind of shrugged, then looked dead on at me.
Then I realized who he was and muttered the realization out loud: "Cam McIntosh"
He smiled slightly at the recognition. From the football team. He was a true freshman tight end starting on the team. There was a ton of hype. Four or five stars by all the scouting reports. Top 20 in his position in the recruiting class, which was a big deal at a so-so football school like ours. I remember celebrating at the house party I was at when the notification came through on my phone that'd he'd committed to us.
"She bad, my guy." He said to me, smiling. "You're lucky. We were just playing and getting ready for you, but you know she's savin' the best for you."
I froze for a moment dumbly while I processed what he said. "What...what's the best?" I asked.
"She said you lick that pussy like a king."
I let the comment sink in.
"I...she said that?" I looked to Emily, who seemed a little surprised by Cam's remark, but then smiled and nodded. She might've actually told him that. She always loved when I went down on her, probably more than anything else we did together. Going down on Em was one of the most common things I did for her, sexually.
"Yeah she said nothing gets her like it. So come on, man -- show her who the boss is." Cam nodded for me to come over.
I didn't move. This was insane. This wasn't real.
"Come on baby..." Emily whined. "It'll be FUN. You and Cam McIntosh! Don't make me choose between you and...him." Her eyes got big and her tone got insistent as she said that last word and gestured back at Cam. I understood the spirit of what she was saying. If I was making her pick between him or me, I'd lose. I couldn't argue with that. Emily was gorgeous, but Cam obviously had his options, and he'd picked her.
I shuffled over to the edge of the bed alongside them. They were still fully in the doggy position so I wasn't sure what they had in mind here.
Cam started pumping in Emily again, gently. "I'll keep this going, but you the boss right now, yeah?"
I nodded, finally letting my backpack slide off me.
"Yeah?" He repeated, sticking his fist out for me to bump it. I did, mumbling back.
"Emmy baby," Cam said. "Get your boy caught up. Stroke him like a good girl."
Emily smiled, holding herself up with one braced arm and reaching for my jeans. I helped speed things along, unbuttoning and unzipping and sliding them down to my knees. She rolled the elastic of my boxers down and then pulled my cock out. She smiled on seeing it halfway hard already...probably at three or four inches on the way to its seven.
I was still in my head some, processing everything that was happening. "So...how did you two meet anyway?" I asked, switching my gaze between Emily stroking my cock and Cam thrusting into her.
"Class. Physical science." Cam answered quickly, clearly getting back in the zone.
"I went up to him...to get an...autograph for you," Emily panted. "Because you love the team."
"Good reminder," Cam said, his thighs clapping against Emily's ass. "Boss, get that sharpie off the desk." Jeans still around my knees, I waddled over to my desk and retrieved the sharpie he pointed out, bringing it to him. Not breaking his thrusting rhythm, he took it.
"Do me a solid man and grab my water from my backpack too."
I looked around the floor and saw the unfamiliar backpack against the wall, and the water bottle in the side pocket. I waddled over to that and grabbed it. When I was turned away, I heard Emily giggle. Turning back to see what was so funny and bring Cam's water bottle to him, I saw he was scribbling in Sharpie on Emily's right ass cheek. He signed it huge...it must've covered half of it.
"There's your autograph." Cam gave his handiwork a little pat. Em's ass jiggled ever so slightly. He tossed the Sharpie aside and took his water bottle out of my hand, taking a big long swig, still thrusting steadily.
"Haha thank you...but maybe you sign something permanent later like one of those posters?" Em nodded toward the half dozen football posters I had on the wall. As she began stroking me again, I found myself equal parts embarrassed and excited that one of the guys I idolized, an up-and-comer on the football team, was railing my girlfriend AND seeing that I was a pretty big fan.
Whatever I was feeling, it was enough to get me hard.
"Yeah, if you're a good girl," Cam replied, picking up the pace of his thrusts again.
"Slide your pants off, baby." Emily said to me. I shuffled out of them, and took my shirt off for good measure. "I'm ready for you." She continued. "You ready?"
I nodded, not fully understanding what that meant.
Cam lifted Emily's left leg and tilted his head, signaling me to get under them. I still couldn't believe how fast this escalated. Half in a trance I laid on my back on the bed and slid under Emily so that I was basically in a '69' position with her on all fours above me. And I was staring up at her almost fully shaved, throbbing pussy...and seeing Cam's absolutely huge cock going in and out of her, centimeters from my face.
But I was so turned on and she was stroking me so tight and perfectly, it didn't get in my head as much as I thought. Emily's handjobs were so good. It was probably the most common type of action I got from her. Not that we hadn't had sex...but she was definitely more sparing of that with me. Conservative. Reserved. So hand action was a good compromise from her.
She didn't seem conservative or reserved with Cam though. Under them, I realized he wasn't even wearing a condom, which Emily always made wear. He was so deep that I only really saw the head of his cock on one thrust. And from that, he must've been ten or eleven inches. And it was so thick, with the balls like golf balls. And he was sliding in and out, just above my face. I could smell all of them. The sweat and juice from Emily's thighs were dripping down to either side of my head. All I had to do to reach her clit was stick my tongue out.
And when I did...Em made it known how much she loved that. She moaned. And she shuddered. Sometimes she was shuddering so much that her knees would quake and Cam's balls or shaft dragged ever so slightly across my tongue and lips. He didn't seem to think it was a big deal...so I decided not to say anything either.
Em was moaning ways I'd never heard before.
"You like that autograph...you little groupie slut?" Cam asked
SLAP...I couldn't really see, but think he must've spanked her right where he signed his name.
