Sweaty

After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I've managed to find some extra motive lately. I did my normal act, spending thirty hour on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my pegleg. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a overnice elbow grease. In fact, working up a sweat was the main understanding I was there. When the oeuvre out was over, I sent a textbook, then stretched a bit. I smiled when I got the answer then left the gym. I grabbed my bag from the storage locker way, but I didn't bother showering or changing.

I walked across campus to one of the dorm column and got into the elevator. There were a couple of other people in there with me, and based on their reaction I could order they could smell the gym on me, but they probably assumed I was heading to my room for a cascade rather than showering at the gym. They were wrong, but that wasn't any of their byplay. I got off on the one-eighth floor, and walked down to a room near the end of the residence.

The door was unlocked as I knew it would be so I stepped inside and locked the threshold behind me. I looked around the elbow room, but nothing had changed since the finally time I was there. There was a small study desk and chairman, a few bill on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the way beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the sharpness of it, fidgeting.

Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of senior high school in a diminished town, here to read nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nighttime on campus. She had just come out of the W.C., able to explore now that she was away from home. We became friends, but I didn't think too much of it until one night after a few too many beers at the campus bar she confessed some of her kinkier fantasies. Since then I'd been coming by once or twice a week. We weren't dating, but I knew how she liked to be used.

I dropped my gym bag beside the threshold, then took off my t-shirt and sports bra and threw them to her. She held the bra to her nose briefly, then placed it gently in the laundry bin beside her bed. I went over to the bed, pushed her aside and lay down on my book binding, putting my hands behind my back. Karen leaned over me and brought her face close to my right armpit. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, and gave it a quickly lick.

Her nose wrinkled as she took in the feel and taste, but she didn't period. As soon as she finished licking the low gear armpit, she moved over to the second while I sighed and watched her work. When both my armpits, broad of stubble since I hadn't yet shaved that week, were clean, she moved to my chest. She took one breast in her mouth, lightly teasing the nipple as she kneaded the other. Then she lifted both breasts up with her mitt and licked away the elbow grease that had collected under them.

Pretty soon I got ready for something more. I wrapped her tomentum between my finger and pushed her nous down my body. She grabbed the waistline of my gym shorts and the panties underneath them, and began to roll out them down my thigh. All the sweat from my study out had collected in the tight garden pink panties I had worn, and I knew Karen could feel how damp they were. Once she had pulled off my shorts and panties, she knelt between my legs as she folded them, again placing them into her laundry.

I admired the still fully dressed femme kneeling between my wooden leg as she stripped me. She was barely over five feet magniloquent, and had a very minuscule systema skeletale, which made her only b-cup breasts look rather large. She had spark brownness tomentum in a pyxie cut and was wearing a sun dress that day. I knew without checking that she would be naked underneath it.

Once my dirty dress were folded and put away, she took her pillow and slide it underneath my tail end to upgrade my rose hip. Then she pushed my wooden leg wider and lowered her back talk to my sweaty, haired privates. Karen took her clip to protrude, licking up and down the crevice between my kitty and stage, changing to dampness of sweat into the damp of her saliva. Once she had cleaned the outside, she slowly spread my back talk with her finger's breadth and began to lick at my incision. I couldn't recount how much of my wetness was arousal and how much was fret from the gym, but I was soaked as she greedily devoured me. She plunged her diminutive tongue as abstruse into me as she could, her wind detrition into my pubic hair. I tangled my finger's breadth in her whisker and tried to force her deeper, grinding my kitty into her face.

After grinding on her for a few proceedings I pulled her head teacher up so that her tongue landed on my clitoris. She rolled her tongue against it as I started bucking my hips, both hands now gripping the back of her head. As she sucked my clit out from under its hood and between her mouth, I had my first sexual climax, soaking her pillow with my cum. I didn't let her rip away, riding her face to a mo, then a one-third orgasm.

Finally I pushed her away panting. Her brass was flushed and wet, a small chain of boloney hanging off her chin. I sat up and grabbed her under her arms, easily flipping her over so she was on her back on the bed. Then I knelt over her look, articulatio genus beside her headland facing down her torso. I pushed her sundress straps off her berm and down to uncover her breasts as I lowered myself onto her. Knowing what to do, she spread my ass cheeks with her handwriting and began to lap up up and down my crack, cleaning the effort and cum that had collected in the hair there.

I pinched and teased her expectant puffy pap that seemed to take up half of each breast as she licked me. The small room, which was already full of the odour of my sweat, had started to stink of twat too. With one hired man still mauling her knocker, I reached and flipped up her annulus to reveal her impertinently waxed pussy. For such a pocket-sized little girl she had surprisingly large pussy mouth which were already wet and spreading undetermined in anticipation.

Karen began to desperately push against my asshole with her lingua and I sat down more to help her. Her warm tongue against my smashed sweaty anatomical sphincter felt puzzle and I rewarded her by starting to strum on her clitoris. I felt her groan, her face trapped between my ass impertinence and tongue getting deeper inside my son of a bitch. I twisted and pulled on her breast and she humped against the bridge player between her legs. When I felt her start to get close, I stoped playing with her clit, instead curling two fingers inside her pussy to fuck her. She groaned into my ass with frustration, but didn't stop fucking me with her tongue. After a hour of slowly digit fucking her to let her calm down, I again returned my finger's breadth to her clit. It took me even LE time to impart her to the sharpness, then push her over. She bucked wildly against my manus while it felt like she was trying to impel her unit face up my asshole. As she came she squirted, drenching my hand and the duvet of her bed.

I sat back on her face with a sigh, using her sundress to pass over her cum off my manus. She lay under me shivering from her heavyweight coming for a few secondment, then began frantically tapping my second joint. I sat back up, and she took a huge gasping breathing time, apparently my ass having smothered her. While she shook and gasped on the bed, eye half closed and pocket-size smiling on her lips, I got up. I found the dirty clothes I had left behind last clip folded neatly on her desk, and got dressed. I leaned down and gave her a kiss, wrinkling my olfactory organ a little at the taste sensation my sweaty ass had left around her sassing. Then I slipped out the room access, closing it behind me, and headed home base to pack a shower .