Lana Elridge was beginning her new life at a new city. This was her first year of college and she couldn't wait for the new changes she was sure to experience. The only thing that bummed her out was the fact that she couldn't dorm because there was an overflow of new incoming students and she had signed up for housing too late. This didn't destroy her hope though because she knew her friend's friend also went to the same university. Logan was his name and he lived in an apartment close to campus. Logan was the classic handsome bad boy. All lean and muscle with the typical dark hair and brooding aura, he definitely had his pick of ladies. He was just two years older than her and when she called to ask if she could stay with him for the year, he readily agreed. See, Lana was an extraordinarily beautiful girl, with her hazelnut eyes with golden flecks, her long black hair, and her petite frame with all the right places filled out, she had her choice of men. However, high school experiences had ruined her hope for good sex, so she often resorted to smut and masturbation. One of her biggest fantasies to date is being forced to read her own writing while being reluctantly fucked from behind. But enough about that...
Logan was sure his friend was joking when she said that her friend Lana needed a place to stay and asked him if she could stay with him for the year. He had his eye on this little miss for quite some time, since they ran in the same circles, but he rarely saw her. He found this as an opportunity and couldn't contain his gleeful smirk of all the things he could do to her teasing ass.
It had been a few weeks since classes had started and Logan and Lana lived with each other in harmony. Lana went to classes and worked in the day, while Logan had a night shift at some local bar. Their schedules were completely polar opposites, but Lana did get to see Logan for an hour every day before he would leave for work. Usually during that time they would have dinner together.
One evening, Lana was back from both class and work. She was wearing a knee-length skirt with a thong and a tank top with a push-up bra. She was exhausted, so she was just planning on skipping dinner and going straight to her room and locking herself in there with her laptop and her hand for several hours. However, when she went in, she found the apartment empty. Lana got real excited about the idea of not having to lock herself up in her room, so thinking that no one was around, she fired up her laptop and began going through her stash of porn hidden in the depths of folders on her screen. She clicked on one of her personal favorites, squirting videos. She loved looking at a woman's face as she cried out her orgasm, but more importantly, she loved seeing a woman's pussy leak and squirt everywhere. She put in her earphones and slowly put her hands down her panties while staring intently at the screen.
About five minutes into the video Logan walked into the apartment, also thinking no one was in, because he forgot his phone. Since he was already late to work, he thought he would just call in sick for the day and began to head for Lana's room. Many times, he would secretly go through her underwear drawer and take one of her sexy little thongs back to his room to jack off into. He was so excited just thinking about it that he started to get hard. This time, though, what he walked into got him hard real fast. Seeing the side-view of Lana's profile with her hand down her pants and her lip in between her teeth staring at what looked to be porn on her laptop sent him reeling with lust. Before he could stop himself, he dragged the nearest chair and sat down beside her slowly, as to not scare her.
Lana was so lost in her concentration to get off that she didn't notice Logan come into the room and sit down beside her. Being caught by Logan turned her on even more and the fact that he sat there with her got her even wetter. With half-closed eyes and deep panting breaths, she knew she was close.
Logan could see the signs of her orgasm; he could see her pupils dilating, her breathing cut up short and choppy, and her hand moving faster. So Logan did the only thing he could think of; he unzipped his pants and pulled them down in record speed, took her hand out of her panties, and used her hand to jack himself off. He then used his other hand to bring Lana closer and kissed her full on the lips before massaging her pussy with that hand.
Lana, turned on from the change of events, started humping his hand. Then she felt fingers being shoved up her pussy in hard, fast strokes. She leaned her head back, breaking the kiss and her eyes rolled to the back of her head while she humped his hand vigorously. She was so close.
Logan, seeing her tortured face on the brink of orgasm, gave in and flicked her clit with his thumb twice before pressing down gently on it.
That was the last straw for Lana and she burst into the most intense orgasm of her life.
Logan wasn't done though. He had stopped using her hand to pleasure himself for some time, content with trying to get her off, and he wanted to see how long she could keep her orgasm rolling, so he knelt down right between her parted thighs and began giving her pussy long flat-tongue lashes, giving her clit a little twirl at the end.
Lana couldn't contain her screams if she wanted to, or her orgasm for that matter. It seemed like she couldn't stop cumming; the pressure was becoming too much.
After a few strokes, Logan let up to let her intense orgasm die down a bit. While Lana lay there breathlessly limp, Logan quickly undressed her and then carried her to her bed. He then took his clothes off in quick succession.
Lana closed her eyes for a few seconds, but opened them widely when she heard his zipper come down. She hadn't been expecting Logan to be back; she sure as hell wasn't expecting him to fuck her. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she did. It was just that her pussy usually got really sensitive after an orgasm and because she just had a really intense one, she didn't think she could handle it much more, so she tried to get up off the bed.
