My Roommate[f] Had Sex In Our Dorm Room And Knew I free porn video

Someone said I should share my story on here, so here goes :)

I have wanted to share this story for a long time, but I want to compose it properly, because I think about it all the time, and it probably has something to do with the fact I am constantly horny and thinking about sex lol. But who knows, chicken or the egg. The sex part of this is all over 18, of course...

Being super shy and quiet throughout my youth, the whole awakening to boys and sex was fascinating to me, and I loved whatever attention I got from guys. But, per usual, I was disappointed that they always seemed too hesitant to make a move. I was friendly with the chess club/band geek type, and no shirt seemed to be tight enough, or skirt short enough, to get one of these oogling doofuses to move in, bless them, no matter how obvious I would hint. So. Annoying. And I was much to timid to make the first move. Also, unfortunately, I was too bookish to get much attention from the sports dudes (even though there was a consensus among jeering jocks in the hallway that I was a solid "8.5"). If they only knew what a filthy slut-bucket mind I had, or about the little furnace constantly burning between my thighs, maybe I would have got a second thought. Alas, for intimacy, I was doomed to rely on my poor hairbrush, which suffered unrelenting abuse throughout my senior year of high school. I had had just enough experience to know it insufficient it was compared to the real thing.

So by the time I started my freshman year of college I was seriously repressed sexually, and, the excitement of moving onto a campus with a thousand young men was almost overwhelming. I was determined to reinvent myself...to be more outgoing and socially adventurous. I wasn't going to be slutty, just more easygoing and more responsive. When invited to a party, I would go. When given a drink, I would at least take a few sips.

My first crush hit me on the first day of classes. James' blue eyes struck me just as he walked into the classroom, and I held my gaze for just a sliver too long. Oops! He started walking over. [Cringe!] But he was handsome with wavy brown hair and his polo shirt was snug enough to subtly reveal his well-developed chest and shoulders. He took a seat next to me and proved to be delightfully silly and irreverent. I smiled easily. He was just the kind of egghead I would befriend and fall for, only to be stuck in limbo forever, and then watch as floozy moves in on him. I wanted to be that floozy. On the second day of class he told a pretty good joke, and I put my hand on his leg. Just for a second. It was good progress, but I needed encouragement. Fortunately, I was blessed with a hoot of a roommate.

Susan was from down south and was instantly likable with her Georgia peach drawl. She and I were very similar physically - both about 5'2" and 100 lbs. We both had shoulder-length brown hair, wide shoulders, and little boobs (although I was a bit more endowed in that dept). She had all of the intellectual might I required in someone who would prove to be an admirable collegiate study partner. But, more importantly, she had the natural proclivity to flirt, tease, and outright provoke just about any young man who caught her fancy. She could hand it back. While I was intimidating to men for my meekness, she was intimidating for her inexhaustible wit and sarcasm, yet still somehow magnetic to guys. (Her perfect little round ass didn't hurt.)

I would come to learn Susan's mind was as filthy as mine, and was able to open up to her about sex early in our friendship. I asked her "how do you get a guy to make a move?" She said "just show him some bush!" lol, and she spread her legs quick. At first I didn't realize it, but she absolutely wasn't joking. She had way more experience than me, and sort of reveled in my curiosity (and naivete) as she explained the in's and outs while we lied in bed late into the night. One day at lunch I asked her how to give a good blowjob, and I'll never forget her wry smile. Knowing my plight, she agreed to be my mentor.

Over the next couple weeks I was doing my best to flirt with various guys on campus. Neither was advancing as quickly as I was hoping :( Anyway, I'll get to the good stuff.

My mentoring with Susan was fast-tracked about the third week on campus. Susan's father was kind enough to build us a toe-to-toe loft that stretched the width of the little dorm room. While lying down you were pretty close to the ceiling, so you couldn't really tell if someone was up there or not. This feature would come into play one Tuesday night. It was about 9:30 pm, which may seem like an early bedtime, but for me, who had found herself in the room alone, it was time to don jammies, snuggle up under the covers, and nestle into a long and intimate session with my overworked hairbrush (who by now should have been suing for reparations). The lights were off, the bed was cozy, and I was well into warming up when I heard giggling outside the door. It was Susan. And some guy. I froze.

Discovering the door was locked, Susan fumbled with her keys and opened the door. The two burst into the room. The door slammed and the dead bolt turned. I was quiet as a mouse. Susan shrieked and laughed, and it sounded as if she had been lifted up and pounded back into the wall. Then, I'll never forget the words: "So, you think you're going to get away with that, huh?"

Holy shit. It was James!

Susan was playfully pleading "oh my god!, no, stop it! what are you doing!"

Then it got quiet. I tried to peak down through a tiny crack in the bedspread. She moaned. I think I saw his hand up her skirt(!) I was petrified. He said "oh you want it bad tonight, don't you, you little slut."(!) She chirped "mmm...maybe, why, you wanna give it to me?" (I've mused about this so many times. I know this is exactly what they said.)

Susan was breathing heavily. He grunted "where is your little roommate?" She said I was gone for the night. I realized I had told her I was going to (maybe!) watch a movie off campus, which wouldn't end until midnight.

I was horrified.

I couldn't do anything. I wasn't going to jump up out of the covers now. I could only hide out and pretend to be sleeping. Worst case I could say I slept through it and didn't hear a thing.

I heard the click of James unbuckling his belt. I kept peeking and was able to make an opening in the covers enough to clearly see, although it was very dim - just some Christmas decorations for lighting. James was grumbling something into Susan's ear. It sounded harsh and dirty. I was trying to make it out. Suddenly, I realized I was looking right at Susan.

(!)

Susan's mouth was gaping in surprise. I reflexively pulled the covers down. "Oh my god," I thought. I felt awful having to interrupt them like this. I didn't want to get out of bed and face them, but I knew I had to. It's true, I wasn't supposed to be there. Even so, I seemed to have suffered from my paralysis, and just hid there under the covers. Then I heard Susan whisper...

"mmm...it's so hard."

Omg I peeked out from under the covers again and Susan was looking right at me with that wry smile. She winked. Then she descended to her knees, turned him so I was looking at their profile, and took hold of his stiff cock(!)

I basically died. But I had to keep watching. She closed her eyes and slowly enveloped his cock. It was like an amazingly gentle embrace, and she was like worshiping his dick with her mouth as she easily bobbed back and forth. I was getting first rate mentoring!

"Oh fuck you're so fucking good" he said. She was slurping and it seemed a bit sloppy but really controlled. She kept sucking him like this, and I kept watching, mesmerized, and let my middle finger slide between my little lips and lightly hover over my clit. The sensation sent shockwaves through my body as I was already aroused from touching myself earlier. I watched her alternate between her hand and her mouth, sort of stroking for a bit and then sucking. His moaning was so hot, and he kept looking down at her, and she was looking up at him. I lazily played with my wet little smoldering twat as I watched her suck and stroke James. Then she was quickly jerking the end of his dick. He grunted something and he grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She reluctantly let go of his dick.

He grabbed her and shoved her against the door. He pushed the middle of her back with his forearm and flipped the back of her skirt up over her back, revealing her bare ass. "No, James, wait! Stop!" He was about to push it in her anyway! Susan knew I was right there! She could just call out to me and it would be over! But she didn't. I continued to be frozen. He kicked off his pants, and sort of tripped. Susan turned and escaped to the side, then scurried under the loft.

James finally got his pants off and pulled off his shirt, revealing his six pack. He was totally ripped. Stark naked, he walked under the loft and said "well well, you're going to get it now." Susan said "no, James I'm not ready. I want to suck you."

They tussled on the futon under the loft and it flopped down with a bang, so it became a bed. She squealed and then kept saying "no, wait, James, no!" but was also laughing. Omg I was so turned on. They kept fighting right underneath me. He said, "alright, if that's how you want it." I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it wasn't sex. They were just like wrestling like k**s.

Then Susan ran toward the door. Her hands were tied behind her back with what could have been James' shirt. She sort of pressed her chest and face against the door. Her back was arched and her glorious bare ass gleamed for the taking, swaying slightly. I almost gasped and covered my mouth. James sauntered up behind her.

I took my hairbrush and held it against my eager lips. James approached her and took his stance, then reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her whole head back and to the side. He grunted something in her ear and I was desperate to know what, but couldn't hear. He kept mumbling as I wiggled the handle in, now poised at the entrance. I remember thinking "oh god yes please fuck her" but he wouldn't shut up and just do it! Finally I think he said something bad little sluts getting fucked. Then, FINALLY he pushed it in and I did too.

My whole body became drenched in pleasure feeling the fullness inside me, and I just watched his muscular ass thrust and moved my brush in-kind with the rhythm. She was moaning in the same rhythm 'uh, uh, uh.' He kept fucking her and grabbed her hair again. His voice was raspy and his lips pressed against her ear. This time I could hear. He said something like "god you feel so fucking good...your tight little whore pussy...you're going to get it so hard tonight."

He released her head and spanked her ass really hard, then again, and again, then he grabbed her hips with both hands and started thrusting like really hard and reflexively...like a jack hammer. It was almost like she was going to get pounded through the door. And then he kept going like that and kept smacking her, and she started moaning. Her bound arms were sort of writhing behind her back. I just had never been so wanting to get fucked so bad, but kept completely silent as I worked my pussy in tandem. I couldn't even really keep up with my brush because it would make slurpy sounds and I was afraid they would hear, so I had to make really short quivering strokes. I couldn't believe it, he just kept going like that. She was moaning in a sort of crescendo, and finally it escalated, and she was shrieking in ecstasy, and I realized I was totally over the edge and just waited for my orgasm to arrive like a tsunami.

And did it ever. Holy fuck. I just lay there convulsing as silently as possible and forgot about what was going on down below for the next minute or two.

When I finally peeked again it had gone sedate. She was snuggled up to him whispering something. He reached around and untied her arms. They flopped down on the futon and started talking and playing around some more. After a few minutes I heard the characteristic slurping and realized she was going down again lol. I listened to them suck/fuck on and off for 2.5 straight hours.

Most of the session was on the futon directly beneath my loft. I listened to the sex sounds and dirty talk with intense interest. The little noises she made as she was getting fucked were so incredibly hot and authentic. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what she was feeling.

At first I'm pretty sure he was on top and they were in missionary. He was giving it to her like hard and *slow* for a long time, like grinding into her. It was almost silent and I took care to be completely still. I could just barely hear Susan's tiny gasps, and then I heard James whisper-growl something into her ear but couldn't make out the words. It was driving me crazy, and I had two fingers planted firmly against my clit. He was grunting as he was grinding into her, like pushing as deep as he could possibly go. I had never been at all interested in girls sexually before, but her little utterances struck to the core. I wanted to hear her every little chirp. It sounded like he was giving her just a bit less than she wanted and was in total control. I think his harsh whispers were about what a slut she was or something. Her breath sort of stuttered and I wondered if she came cause I was about to.

For a bit I couldn't hear anything, but then he started gently pounding her. Not super hard, but evenly, like in a steady rhythm. The futon was creaking a bit. There was enough commotion for me to reach for my hairbrush. I pushed it in and steadily worked it to the same rhythm as James. He seemed like he was good at sex and knew exactly what he was doing. Unlike earlier by the door, this wasn't super rough or anything (yet). He was just working it into her, back and forth, easily. There were little faps as his body hit hers like over and over again. Totally regular, like a machine.

Like before, she seemed impatient, but he kept his pace. She started breathing encouragement...'oh yes, fuck me.' He slowed down a bit and she whined lol. Then he resumed. I had watched plenty of porn before and this was nothing like any of it. It was so intimate and subtle, with him just working her, pumping her naturally, but also intermittently commenting about her hungry slut pussy lol. He teased her by slowing down a few times. I could hear the sex well enough to mimic every thrust, but desperately careful not to make a sound. This kept going for a long while. I wondered how long he could last. The guys I had been with wouldn't have lasted this long. And they were also not as interactive and responsive. I felt like he was really paying attention to her, responding to her, and being playful...easing back occasionally both to torment her and maybe also to postpone his own orgasm as well. He was in control. But I think he had already came once earlier by the door, and I knew guys could last longer on the second round. But still. I was impressed. And she was so into it. As he kept going, I sort of found myself cheering him on and wanting him to keep fucking her real good and long, and not wanting it to stop. My inner voice was saying 'oh yeah, keep fucking her just like that...oh god yes, she's loving it so much...no no, don't stop! don't stop!...okay yeah, oooh, just like that.' And I'm working my hairbrush the whole while in tandem. Unf I'll never forget this. After a while I was really wanting to hear her get fucked hard. And James delivered.

Finally, he started fucking her harder, and she was moaning exquisitely. With me timing the thrusts I was able to pound myself with more force, but by now I didn't need more stimulation. I was already there and waiting for Susan to come before bringing myself over the edge. (By this age I was already quite skilled at masturbation.) I was like dying to come. She was almost there, but then he would slow down again lol. Fucker. Then he suddenly started pounding her super hard, like a jackhammer, and I heard a slap. He was also sort of growling, and she was crying out. Unf. I started to come and held the brush still to forestall, but then relented and just went with it. I knew it was going to be a big one, and had like a long while to prepare. I grasped my sheets with both hands and tensed up. It took everything in my power to stay quiet as the ecstatic vibes welled up, and then I braced myself as they overtook me like a tsunami. I was terrified as it was going on because I knew my shuddering was making the whole bed shake. Other than a couple small gasps I think I was completely silent. I figured they couldn't notice. He was still mercilessly (heroically) pounding her.

But as my paralyzed throes were peaking, Susan's bell rang in epic fashion, and James' nut finally cracked to it. I hastened to get control of myself to hear her every squeal, but in vain, as I was lost in powerful involuntary spasms. She was a bit of a screamer, and I'm sure our poor dorm neighbors were a party to the raucousness, and perhaps anyone on the floor. I felt a strange kinship with her as we seemed to convulse in reciprocal fashion, even though (as I thought at the time) she couldn't have known my status. Hearing her get off was like a catalyst. In response, my body seemed to manufacture an inexhaustible amount of energy and pleasure reserves and I just kept shaking as I rode it out. It seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was maybe just a minute or so. In any case, it was my first extended orgasm, and, I think, a spiritual, life-changing epiphany. In that minute it was like my whole concept of myself was redefined. It was like an inner sex fiend awakened. After it was done it was like I was floating, blissfully, a goddess eager to explore the limits of my body and my sexuality. I was so happy, but also terrified to observe the creature I had unleashed. I pushed the hairbrush handle back in. I had a need to feel full. I felt like a freak because I wanted more.

Susan and James had collapsed, and in their silence I wondered if they could hear my breathing. But they were breathing harder, thankfully. They relaxed for several minutes, and I wondered if they had fallen asleep, but then I started to hear very subtle wet, slurping sounds lol. James moaned slightly and it was apparent Susan was going down on him. After a while she said "awe, did I make him sleepy?" He laughed. He said "he's had a big day." She said "awe...poor thing" and continued sucking lol. This went on for a while, but he pushed her off and said he had to go. It was also getting close to midnight. I was a little disappointed. I was also nervous to talk to Susan after he left.

He got dressed. Before he left I couldn't see exactly what he did, but it seemed like he grabbed her and pulled her close. He said "remember, this is the last time, we're done after tonight." Through the blanket I saw her nod. Haha. Well, that turned out to be bullshit. :)

James left and there was an awkward silence. It was like she was just standing there lost for words, like I was (but this girl was never lost for words). And, having just overheard her every little gasp, chirp, and whimper, it seemed she could hardly be self-conscious. In fact, I knew she wasn't.

Finally, I heard the faint, breathy sounds of restrained chuckling. The insanity of it all just suddenly seemed ridiculous and funny. I barely chuckled, but it was enough to out myself, and I flung the bedspread aside. I looked down. There she was in nothing but an over-sized t-shirt. Both her hands were covering her mouth, and her eyes were wide. All I could think to say was "Oh my fucking god Susan!"

She burst out into laughter and so did I. A giggle-fest ensued. She was jumping around squealing lol.

She jokingly said: "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were going to be back early tonight!"

I snapped "I'm so sorry I didn't know you were going to be Fucking James tonight!"

"OMG you know him?" She said.

I said he sits next to me in English. We giggled more. (I didn't tell her about putting my hand in his lap.) I'm sure I was bright red.

Then I said "he called me your 'little roommate'!"

She said "yeah, he saw that pic of us moving in." A part of me was pleasantly electrified knowing that he knew I was her roommate.

In quick succession she rattled off comments about his looks, developed chest, hot voice, manliness, and sexual performance. I instantly affirmed each agreeable sentiment in-kind. After we had about exhausted ourselves giggling, I finally exhaled and casually said offhandedly (to my credit) "god that was hot. I never came so hard."

Susan looked up at me dumbfounded, mouth gaping wide. I looked down sheepishly. "Oh my god, Mary! See, you ARE a slut!" I concurred. (I was still touching myself a bit under the covers.) She said she knew my 'scandal' (why the door was locked). She said she didn't blame me at all for eavesdropping at first, and that she would have done exactly the same thing. I said if I were her there was no way I could have pretended no one was there. She said she loves it when people watch and has done it before (although never a secret observer)...that it's a huge turn-on for her. She said "honestly, knowing that you were up there was like unf. I just didn't want it to stop."

I asked her how long she had been seeing James, as I didn't know she was seeing anyone. She said "oh no, I'm not seeing James." I was confused. She clarified "Actually, James is engaged. He's just a friend."

"Wow, sounds like an open-minded fiance."

"Well, she doesn't know." I felt a bit uncomfortable.

"So James is cheating on his Fiance? With you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But his fiance is that Amy chick down the hall."

I learned James had gotten engaged to Amy, his high school sweetheart, over the summer. They had both applied to the same school to be together.

But Susan and I had both concurred that Amy down the hall was an epic twat.

I shrugged, and said "Oh, I guess I'm fine with that." We both laughed.

The wicked look she gave me had me simultaneously smiling and pulling my blanket over my head. For whatever reason, right then I wondered what James would think of a threesome. I really was becoming a slut. I asked how she first got with James.

It was crazy how it happened. Susan said she was at a house party, but didn't know hardly anyone there. She had just been flirting with a guy who she was really into, but he had drifted away and she was standing alone in some dim basement. She was about to leave when she sensed someone behind her. Thinking it was the guy she had been talking to, she backed up, just a bit. She felt a hand rest firmly on her waist. She didn't move. The hand crept up to her side, under her arm, and grasped her neck. He pulled her back against him, and she felt his erection pressing against her behind. She said it was super thrilling, like something she had dreamed would happen for years(!) (I was agape.) She turned her head, and whispered "yes." (I was like omg Susan wtf) The guy immediately released her and seemed surprised. She turned around and saw it was a different guy...that it was James.

James, shocked, profusely apologized, "I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else." Susan says she bit her lip and gave him her best doe eyes. In a deliberate tone, she said "No, that's okay."

He hesitated, but then, seeing she was being flirty, he smiled. He blatantly checked her out, looking her up and down. Then he approached her and grasped her neck. He pushed her up against the wall and buried the bulge in his jeans up against her body.

He growled "So you're sure this is okay?" He was grasping her tightly.

She said "I just wanted him to squeeze tighter(!) push harder(!) I just nodded a tiny bit."

He released her and said "I wish it was, but I'm engaged."

"Pity" she quipped.

He agreed and they relaxed and fell into casual conversation (lol). He told her about Amy. During the course of their talk she was clear to mention that she's good at keeping secrets (lie lol). He asked her how her first few weeks were going and she mentioned the trouble we had moving in. She grabbed her phone and flipped through pics of our huge loft project (where he apparently saw the pic of us the first day Susan and I met). Then she said she "had a more special album he might find interesting, just for guys like him" and she stroked her neck. (gawd) He asked to see and she shared. (These are super slutty and explicit nudes she has been amassing for years. She showed me later.) They finished their drinks and he offered to walk her home.

I was like "oh, so that night you came back here? Haha. Lucky I wasn't around."

She said, "no, you were."

"Wut. That was TONIGHT?"

She nodded, and I just couldn't believe it. We both sort of went crazy again.

She said "so he walked me over and we chatted about normal stuff. At the door he was acting like he was about to leave, so I told him I have a secret to tell him. I put my lips right against his ear and softly said 'really, it's okay.' Then I sort of put my hand on his crotch."(!)

He said "You can't touch me there. That's sexual assault!"

She said "What are you going to do about it?"

He said "If you invite me in I'll show you, but you're gonna regret it."

She smiled and started fumbling with her keys. He called her a slut lol. She said she was sure the room was empty at first, and was so excited as James slammed her up against the door as she playfully protested.

She said "yeah, when I first saw you up there, I was like 'oh hell no' because this was happening and he was already being a very bad boy and knew he *wasn't* supposed to be there. Seeing you up there would have brought him back to his senses for sure, and I wasn't going to let that happen. That's when I had the idea to make you part of it. And remember, I'm your mentor. So that's when I winked. That's when I decided I would show you how to suck a dick. Did you take notes?"

I smiled and nodded. She explained some of the finer points to satisfy my curiosity, and then I was starting to get worked up again thinking about watching James as he was getting sucked. It was like he was in heaven. She closed by saying "It's really similar to a pussy. It's important to start real gentle, pay close attention, and respond to the little clues as things start to heat up."

I said "well, I wouldn't know much about that." (I already knew she was basically bi and had been intimate with girls before.)

"Well," she said "I'm all dirty and in need of a shower." She walked around the room and grabbed a towel and bath supplies. She breathed in deeply and said "Oh my god, I totally smell like James. He's like all over me."

I looked down at her in her shirt, towel slung over her shoulder. A faint musk of sex still hung in the room. By now the brush handle was nudging against my entrance again. All I could think was wanting to smell James...to breathe him in.

She said "Will be a shame to wash it off."

"Yes, a pity" I meekly mumbled.

She looked up at me with evil in her eyes, and excitement. She slowly approached the ladder.

"You want to smell him?" she said, jokingly, and she started climbing the ladder. I laughed.

"No no no!" I professed. She laughed and descended the ladder. "Okay." But, I did want to smell him. I knew she wasn't entirely joking. But I was a bit nervous.

She picked up her towel and opened the door. She was about to walk out.

"Wait." I said(!)

She stopped cold and looked back. I realized our relationship was about to change, permanently. I buried myself under my blanket. I heard the door click shut.

I looked down at her as she approached, smiling wryly. I was so nervous as I felt her climbing up the ladder. She was sneaky, like a cat, as she slid under the covers and snuggled up to me. I was hesitant, and almost too shy to let it happen, but it had come this far. But then she was so soft and our bodies melded together. The scent was powerfully familiar from sitting next to James in English class, and I inhaled deeply. Almost reflexively, our lips met, and it was the softest, most gentle kiss I had ever experienced. My whole body awakened with arousal, and our breasts and whole bodies pressed together.

Her hand roved over my skin naturally, caressing, and I was awe-struck with the way she moved and eased me into a relaxed and wanting state. It disarmed me, and I found I was entirely receptive to her every touch. She reached under my top and slid up to my breasts. She moved her finger from side to side over one attentive nipple, then the other. My whole body grew ultra-sensitive as she explored it thoroughly.

Her hand slid over my thigh, tracking inward. I felt a bit embarrassed that I wasn't wearing bottoms, but assured myself it was okay. (They were under the covers somewhere.) I was eager for her to go there, but remained still, and in my hesitation she persisted in her advance, to my delight. My crotch eased up almost involuntarily, inviting her hand, and she slipped her finger into my molten mound. I about cried with arousal, or emotion, or something, as she easily coaxed my wet and willing flesh artfully, with extreme care and mastery. I wondered why I had never considered this type of intimacy with a female before. Susan made it seem completely natural and comfortable.

She was encouraged as I moaned softly into her ear, overcome with curiosity and bliss. It all felt so new and exciting. I realized I wasn't imagining it was James at all, but Susan, and I wanted her to want me too, but stopped short of touching her much in my daze of pleasure.

I had stowed my hairbrush to the space between the mattress and the wall. I found it and then found myself lightly nudging it up against Susan's forearm. She got the hint and took delivery, smiling.

She moved her lips against my ear and whispered "here's how James fucked me."

I nodded meekly, then garnered my resolve.

"The first time." I looked at her sheepishly.

Her smile grew broad, and she bit her lower lip.

She held the end of the brush handle against my mound. Her other hand reached up and grasped a tuft of hair, pulling my ear against her lips. I gasped.

She growled in a husky voice: "Dirty little sluts get fucked hard. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. I remembered James' dirty talk I couldn't comprehend. I shuddered with anticipation, eager to hear more.

"Do you feel like a dirty little slut with my hard cock against you? With my hard cock pressing up against your wet, needy slut hole?"

I nodded fitfully. I spread my legs wide, giving her unrestricted access. She pressed and it started to go in.

"You know I'm engaged. You know this can't happen, and will never happen again. But you still want me to push it into you, don't you. You still want me to fuck that little slut pussy of yours, don't you?"

I nodded again.

She pushed it in and I winced. She retracted slowly, and then thrust it in again, forcefully. I cried out a breathy "yes" and she began working my brush handle into me rhythmically. She adjusted herself for balance and leverage. The elbow of the hand pulling my hair propped her up to my side, giving her ideal leverage as her other brush-wielding hand pounded into me relentlessly.

It was an authentic replication of James' initial technique (as he had her against the door) in force and frequency. I was aghast that she dared strike into my sensitive area so hard, but I realized she knew exactly what she was doing, because my initial impression of 'omg that's too much' very quickly matured to 'please fuck me harder,' and I didn't need to ask.

I held my hand gently against her back as she flogged me, hoping to encourage her, which I seemed to be doing. She kept pounding with increased force as the rhythm remained, like a machine...like James had done, and then she progressed to something resembling a jackhammer. It was sort of painful, but an intensely good pain. I started to tremble in response to the outrageous wet slaps, and dug my fingernails into her flesh. I told her I was going to come, and she simply persisted as my knees began to shake. I have always been multi-orgasmic, but I had never had three big orgasms in a row like this before. My body was doing unfamiliar things, like the shaking went from my knees to my whole legs, and then my whole body began to sort of seize. I think the thrill of this completely unexpected course of events struck me somewhere deep, and I felt like I was testing the limits of my body, and my inner insatiable sex freak. I cried out and shook so hard I almost bucked Susan out of the loft, but she was able to brace herself against the ceiling. It was another extended orgasm, eyes shut and body clenched as I rode the fucker out.

Afterward Susan simply snuggled up to me, smiling contentedly, like it was all totally normal and predictable lol. We cuddled for a while and talked, and ended up falling asleep together.

So that's my story of what happened that night. :)