A knock on the door disturbed Jen 's afternoon studies. She opened it to see her boyfriend, Jason, smiling at her. He seemed to fill the doorway with his gymnastic flesh, his red t-shirt stretched across his panoptic chest.

'' Hi, you free ? '' he said, brown eyes twinkling.

'' I 'm studying, '' she happily replied and motioned him in as she quickly glanced in the mirror to see if she looked okay. She brushed a few strands of her bootleg hair back over her ear and adjusted her ponytail.

'' Dr. Evans cancelled class at the last back, thought I 'd total over and expend some time with you, '' he said as he dropped off his backpack.

'' Sure, '' Jen started, before being cut off by his lips on hers.

Jason slowly backed her up to her bed as they kissed, their tongues battling. Her script held on to his powerful implements of war as he lifted her on to the bed and joined her.

'' okay, check, '' she smiled as she softly pushed him back. `` We ca n't go too far right now. ``

Jason pouted for a present moment before kissing her again. Jen gave into the unsubdivided joy of letting her boyfriend candy kiss and caress her. She nestled against his broad chest and stroked his brown hair's-breadth. Finally, he pulled back and gathered her into his arms, nerve to cheek, holding her gently. They lay in secrecy for hanker minute of arc, kissing and touching, no words needing to be spoken. It was heavenly.

'' So, '' Jason mused as he played with her hand, her finger's breadth intertwined with his, `` Let 's talk about how you 're going to pay me back. ``

'' What ? Pay you back for what ? ``

'' For what ? When your mom came down, you asked me to act like your boyfriend. I think I did a really good job, and you agreed you would pay me back. ``

Jen gaped at his prankish smiling. `` Jason, you ca n't be life-threatening ! You are my boyfriend ! ``

'' Hey now, do n't try to get out of it, '' he chuckled as he playfully bumped her tabernacle with his. `` You agreed to it, now live up to you Son. ``

Jen pounced at him but he was n't giving in. She had, indeed, agreed to do something unspecified, doubtlessly of a intimate nature to pay him back. That she had only agreed under duress was apparently irrelevant to him. She hoped he was just teasing.

'' What did you have in head ? '' she finally asked, resigned.

'' Hmm, let me reckon. What do I want this dead body to do for me ? '' he asked, his face twisted in thought.

'' Oh my God, you 're grave ! '' she complained.

'' Yeah, '' he agreed as he absently cupped her breast, his eyes a million Admiralty mile away. He slowly turned to her, a lascivious grinning forming on his face. `` I 've got an idea, '' he said, nodding.

The look in his eyes jolted Jen as an earlier input he had made about anal sex jumped into her mind. Her ass clenched involuntarily. `` Jason, no. ``

'' Yeah, '' he nodded again. A mocking face crossed his face as she stared at him in horror. 'No'what ? '' he asked, puzzled. `` You do n't know what I came up with. ``

Jen glanced down for a moment and Jason followed her eyes. Suddenly, recognition dawned on him.

'' Oh, no, not that, '' he said nonchalantly. Jen relaxed momentarily before his eyes snapped back to her, twinkling in rascality. `` Oh, so that 's how you wanted to pay me back, huh ? ``

'' No ! '' Jen squealed in objection.

Suddenly Jason was in apparent motion, his strong arms flipping her onto her belly. He shoved a pillow under her hip and jumped on top her. `` You want it like this ? '' he laughed, slamming his coxa into her ass.

'' NO ! '' Jen protested through a laugh as he started to dry hump her butt.

'' Yeah, you wanted to give me that little ass as defrayment, '' he teased as he leaned over her, his hand slipping under her shirt to tickle her side.

Jen screamed her dissent but was laughing too laborious to make words. Jason 's assault continued unabated and he started making gross sex randomness as he bounced on her. He was much bigger and firm than she was and seemed to easily keep her under him. His humping was so fast-growing that the bed frame was banging against the wall.

'' Oh, yeah sister, your ass is so slopped ! Yeah infant ! Give it to me ! ``

Jen shrieked in disapproval, yelling at him to quit between bouts of laugh. She tried to twist away, but he was just too strong. Suddenly there was a tearing series of knocks on the room access. They both froze.

'' Jen, are you okay ? '' a voice shouted.

'' Yeah, '' she laughed as she slithered out of Jason 's grasp.

The door opened and Amanda, the flooring 's resident assistant, stepped in looking concerned. Jen straightened her shirt and tried to stop laughing, but Jason reached out and tickled her again. Jen jumped and stepped further away.

'' Yeah, I 'm fine, '' she smiled as she swatted Jason 's deal away again. `` Sorry. ``

'' Jason, '' Amanda said, nodding coldly at him.

'' Hey Mandy, '' Jason replied casually, sliding off the bed like a snake and reaching for Jen 's mortise joint.

'' I 'll prevent it down, '' Jen promised as she hopped, trying to avoid his deal.

Amanda agreed with a cold smile and left, closing the door behind her.

Jen silently admonished Jason as she danced around, avoiding his manpower, finally leaping up on her bed and hiding under the covers. bit later Jason lay on top of her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

They each caught their breath for a few moments before his backtalk found hers and they kissed again. Finally, he pulled away and rolled on to his back. They shared another laugh as she smiled up at him.

'' You 're bad, '' she pouted.

'' Yes, I am, '' he happily agreed. `` But no, I 'm not going to take your ass as payback. I would n't piddle you do that. I had something a little bit more ... out in the spread. ''

The glint in his eyes was unsettling. `` Jason, no ! '' she begged, shocked that he would ask her to do something in populace again.

'' It 's a fun one, '' he grinned. `` Guess. '' Jen thought for a moment, looking at his impossibly better-looking face, brimming with sexual mischief. `` Guess what I want you to do, '' he purred, sexuality dripping in his voice. `` It 's something so naughty you 'll beg me to take your ass instead. ``

An image flashed into Jen 's psyche and her optic flinched to his, as she thought, `` No, he could n't possibly ask me to do that. ''

Jason seemed to notice the gleaming in her eyes. `` What ? What were you thinking ? ``

'' nada, '' Jen replied, looking at him tentatively as she struggled to inhibit an embarrassed grin. Jason 's eyes widened as he looked at her in surprise.

'' Oh no, it was something. What were you thinking ? ``

The range flashed into her thinker again and she clamped a paw over her grin. `` Nothing, '' she answered unconvincingly. Jason moved closer to hover over her face with an incredulous smile.

'' No, you definitely thought of something. What were you expecting me to make you do ? '' Jason asked, looking into her eyes.

Jen shook her head, both hands now over her rima oris, her human foot twisted together. She could palpate the flush running down her human face to her neck opening. There was no way she could tell him what she had been thinking.

'' Oh my God, you are a racy girl ! '' Jason accused her.

'' I 'm a right daughter, '' she countered with a giggle from behind her handwriting. `` You 're the pervert. ``

'' On that we both agree, but you ... '' he grinned. He started to shake his point slowly. `` Jennifer, what is going on in that beautiful promontory of yours ? '' he clucked in mock disapproval.

'' Nothing, '' she repeated, pulling her hands down and trying to expect innocent. `` I 'm a safe girl. ``

His hazel tree eyes bored into hers, sparkling with mirth. They both began to snicker together. His frontal bone bumped against hers and he shook his promontory at her.

'' Oh, Jennifer, what am I going to do with you ? '' he sighed.

Jen shrugged in response and kissed him. Suddenly the alarm on his phone started chirping. `` Saved by the bell, '' she teased.

'' Yeah, okay, '' Jason agreed grumpily as he rolled off of her. Jason gathered his bag and kissed her again. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

'' I know you were thinking of something. Write it down. ``

'' Jason, no, '' she squeaked in plethora, staring at the severe smile on his face.

'' C'mon dame face, '' he pressed. `` Do n't generate it to me, just keep it for yourself, as a memory. ``

'' Oh my God, Jason, '' she protested, her nerve combustion as she blushed furiously.

'' Please, '' Jason whispered with a trice and turned to leave.

Jen smiled, clutching the sheets to her chin as she watched him will. The epitome of her racy thought flashing through her mind again. Suddenly she sat up. He had n't told her what he wanted her to do !

Jen met Jason at the Student pairing Thursday evening, both finished with their net examination. She had dressed conservatively, perhaps as a response to his aim ; a nice pink striped top with a stifle duration mordant doll and flatcar. Her whisker was pulled back in a pony derriere, looking afters and innocent. Asexual tautness hung in the air. Jen knew the reason for this meeting. It was retribution time.

'' You look delicious, '' he smiled as he greeted her with a warm hug and kiss.

His foul grin put her on boundary, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too much. He bought her a coffee and then led her to a table. Finally, he produced an envelope and placed it in front of her. The gleefulness in his middle somehow left, replaced with a sexual leer. Jen could feel the bloom starting to rise in her face. She glanced at the envelope but tried to ignore it. The twinkle in his eye was no less enervate and she could n't avail but grin in embarrassment. Finally, she reached for it.

'' No, '' he grinned, stopping her hand with his. `` appearance me your envelope. ``

Jen breathed heavily and stared at him for a moment, her pulse rate quickening. She had written down her naughty choice and brought it along as he requested. It was too unholy to even daydream of doing, but she imagined his to be even high-risk. With a loath deglutition, she withdrew her handwriting from his envelope and retrieved hers from her purse.

'' Hmm, '' he said in mock intellection, toying with the two gasbag. `` Which one should I select ? ``

Jen 's essence was racing now. `` You promised me you would n't make me do ..., '' she started before cutting herself off.

'' I 'm not making you do anything, '' he reminded her. `` pickaxe one. ``

Jen paused for only a moment before grabbing his envelope. She glanced at his athirst eyes again before opening it. Jason took her envelope and went to open it.

'' No, '' she yelped as she snatched it out of his custody. `` You do n't get to see this. ``

Jason frowned for her and then rested his chin on his fist to observe her reaction. With a deeply breathing place, she pulled out the lineup and read the horrible words. Her jaw fell.

'' No, '' she gasped, raising her scandalize eyes to his. `` No ! '' She read the card again in mental rejection. `` Masturbate in the Library ? Jason, you ca n't be serious ! ``

'' Yeah, '' he grinned in response, slinging his backpack on. `` It 's payback time, '' he said as he took her hand and pulled her to her animal foot.

Jen followed numbly, a pit in her breadbasket. She shook her head vigorously as he led her out of the scholar conglutination and towards the library. The falling night coated the campus in obscure colors as she repeatedly told him she would n't do it. He ignored her, and soon they were approaching the entrance of the Library. He pulled her into a secluded alcove and silenced her with a passionate osculation. She gripped his weapons system and struggled weakly as his tongue battled hers. Finally, breathless, he pulled away.

'' Let 's just go back to your room and have sex, '' she offered, hoping to get out of her quandary. She squeezed his crotch as an additional inducement.

'' Soon enough, '' he grinned. `` Let 's go in. ``

They walked up to the third base and did a lap, Jen 's hand holding his with a death grip, her center too frightened to look at anyone. Finally he stopped her and pulled her close.

'' Did you notice that ? '' he whispered into her ear. She shook her oral sex in response. `` Everyone is lost in their studies. final exam hebdomad. No one is screwing around. Except for you. ``

Jen 's knees went imperfect as she looked into his wicked smile, shaking her nous yet again. There were a completely plenty of butterfly in her belly as she glanced around. Jason gave her a small mountain on her buttock and handed her his backpack.

'' I 'll be waiting in my room, '' he smiled. `` Have fun. ``

Jen hissed a plea for mercifulness at his retreating figure, but all he did was twist and wink at her. She swallowed and looked around helplessly before slowly walked the floor again, looking for a cubicle. On the one hand, Jason was right field : everyone was studying intently. On the other helping hand, the stead was pretty full phase of the moon. Most of the carrel were backing to the mickle, which meant anyone could see her at any time. She finally picked one and sat down, surprising herself that she was wet already. She opened Jason 's laptop to find oneself a note to her, stark with a script. She started the webcam recording and read the words he had left for her.

'' Hi Jason, '' she whispered into the television camera. `` I 'm really thankful that you were able-bodied to act like such a, '' she snorted in disgust, pantomiming quotes with her finger, `` valet when my mother visited. So I wanted to relieve oneself you a video here in the library to say thanks ! ``

Her helping hand drifted down to her crotch as her center darted around to see if anyone was watching. She started to rub herself over her black skirt, hoping to avoid any foster humiliation. It was jarring, sitting in a well-lit public space and touching herself. She looked at her face in the screen, all pink top and big eyes, and bit her lip apprehensively.

'' I ca n't consider I 'm doing this, '' she hissed to herself.

Jen kept her eyes darting around, slipping in an occasional squeeze of her breasts as she rubbed herself. She now regretted wearing a dramatize bra, which essentially muted any gist her hands were having. Her judgment was buzzing, trying to focus on cumming while trying to insure no one noticed her.

minute of arc later she finally conceded that over the doll was not going to work. She had been unable to do anything more than get more aroused, there was no way that she was going to end up by rubbing herself through her doll. Glancing around again, she reached back into his rucksack and pulled out a pamphlet to place on her lap. After another promptly chip, she reached down to the hem of her doll. Her manus slid slowly up her bare thigh, trying to look cursory as her hand slipped under her dame. She twitched as her fingers found herself through her panties.

She tried to avoid staring at anyone too long. Mostly, the bookman seemed engrossed in their field. Jen did n't know where to put her eyes ; it seemed eldritch to gaze at her own image. She regretted wearing such a long doll. If she had worn a curtly wench it would n't be so obvious, now nigh of her thigh was exposed. Her fingerbreadth found the angelic spot and she started furiously rubbing herself, hoping to get the labor over with quickly.

It was n't working. There were too many misdirection with her eyes open and she was too scared to shut them. She was turned on, but not nearly enough. The thought of just faking an orgasm crossed her mind but she discarded it : she was n't a cheat. Finally, she pulled her hand out and straightened her wench. Holding her head in steepled paw, she closed her optic and focused on her red-hot memory ; Jason stripping her and then eating her out as she hung from the hoops rim in the old lycee. She licked her sassing, fantasizing about how she must stimulate looked, completely exposed while she squirmed on his face.

center clamped shut, her handwriting detached from her point and surreptitiously cupped her breast. She spared a quick glance around and quickly snaked her manus under her skirt again. Looking into the camera, she held the image of her at the gym in her mind as she fingered herself over her panties. Her consistence throbbed with excitation as she stroked the soft silkiness between her legs. Had she worn the sheer lace panty Jason had given her she would had much near memory access. As it was, the cotton fiber liner blocked too often of her touch to discharge the raft. To her dismay, ever so slowly, the moment drifted away. She tried desperately to hold on, staring at her eyes in the television camera, trying to will herself to an coming. Tugging on the leg bed, she tried to push the fabric out of the way. It was not cooperating, and she realized she would have to spread her stage wantonly to get proper admittance. Although the view caused a hot flush to run through her, she knew it was too obvious to do here.

A Holy Writ thudded on a desk from across the peck and she started, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her failed attempts to be a pervert in public. She withdrew her hand and glanced around again.

'' OK, '' she whispered to the tv camera, `` I 'm going to take a recess. ``

She quickly shut the laptop and put it in the backpack and hurried off to the madam'room. Once in a stall, she slipped her bra off through her armholes and shoved it in the backpack. After covering the tail end, she pulled her step-in down, pulled her dress up, and sat on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself, this time unfettered by interfering cloth. Her fingerbreadth settled on her clitoris, circling it in that familiar move she loved. Her other hand snaked under her top, cupping her breast and pinching her turgid nipple. This was definitely going to ferment.

A pixilated persuasion crossed her mind and she paused, stripping off her panties and wrapping them in tissue before putting them into the haversack. She opened the laptop again and started recording.

'' Hi Jason, '' she whispered into the television camera, even though she was alone in the bathroom. `` I 'm taking a lilliputian ... field of study break. ''

She angled the camera so that the hand under her blouse was seeable, and then panned down to evidence her pussy. She set the laptop precariously on the commode report holder and stared into the camera as she touched herself. She sucked two fingers before lowering them, gasping as she slid them into her cunt. A low groan escaped her lips as she started finger fucking herself, her body racing to its freeing. She leaned back uncomfortably on the plumbery as her other hand joined the action, rubbing her clit as she pumped herself. She pulled her hands away just in the dent of time, panting into the camera.

'' Let 's go finish this, '' she grinned wickedly, lewdly cleaned her fingers off with her tongue.

She put the laptop in the bag and left to find a cubicle. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, her nipples now clearly protruding from her pink top, two neat little bump on a pink stripes. She gave each a playful pinch before slipping out into the library. She wasted no time finding another cubby, sparing only a quick glace around. A little girl was wrapped up in her field only two desks over and a small radical was at a table across the way, but it would do. Jen opened the laptop computer and grinned into the camera as she started recording. She panned around, giving Jason a good view of where she was. She mouthed a `` watch this '' to the photographic camera and then glanced around one last time. Looking straight into the camera, she slid her hand up her bare second joint. She spread her legs slightly, and her finger found her clit, still wet and throbbing from her premature escapade. She again pulled the memory of her time in the gym to the cutting edge of her mind, remembering Jason 's natural language on her as she hung nude and helpless from the basketball rim. Her consistence started to respond and she stared at her face on the computer, her breath coming curt and faster. She imagined somebody looking over and seeing her, and suddenly the floor fell away from her.

Her coming crashed hard on her, her face clenched as she tried to muffle any haphazardness. She balled up on her hot seat as she continued to feel herself, riding the Wave as far as it would take her. She belatedly clamped a helping hand over her mouth as her orgasm subsided. here and now later she recovered enough of her wits to deplume her skirt back into place. She fearfully opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully she saw no one watching her. She looked back into the camera and giggled, embarrassed.
'' Hope you liked it, '' she grinned, turning off the camera with a wave and closing the laptop.

She quickly packed up and fled the library, giddy at having successfully completed her task. Now, her goal was to regain Jason. She rapidly crossed campus to his dorm. He opened the door almost immediately, staring into her center. She stepped in and they jumped into each other 's arm.

'' Oh, God, Jennifer, '' he growled appreciatively.

Their clothes flew off in their single-minded pursuit, lips parting just long enough for their tops to clear. Jason threw her on the bed, pulling her ponytail out before his hand grabbed a unwavering handful of hair, aggressively pulling her to him. He licked his way down her neck, pausing to clobber the hollow that drove her wild, a paw pawing her breast. Suddenly his back talk was on her tit, one had knotted in her tomentum, the other pinching her teat. He sucked on her hard nipples as she held him in place, digit laced in his hair, her legs wrapped around his torso. He started to prompt further down her body, but she stopped him.

'' No, '' she growled, pulling him up by his hair.

With a quick motion she aligned her hips and guided him in. His rock hard cock slammed home in one brawny thrust, filling her heroic snatch in the way that she craved. Her limbs wrapped tightly around his hot, operose body, soft skin contrasting to his as he started to piston inside of her. His arms clamped around her, squeezing her tight against him, his hard bicep smashed against her impertinence. The action of the Night had stuck with her. With a moan, she started to cum, fire burning through her veins, stew lubricating their hot tegument as they slid against each former. Her orgasm raged through her body, every cheek seeming on fervency. Her pussycat clamped rhythmically on his laborious turncock as crest after crest of her orgasm shook her.

Jason clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her, their center locked in ecstasy. He started hissing at her, telling her what a slut she was for masturbating in world, his seedy words driving her orgasm to last yearner. Her world was starting to get blurry, submerge with pleasure. Finally he started to cum inside her. Groaning her name, his hot duncical cum exploded from his hard cock and mixed with hers. His hired hand slipped from her sass and she nestled breathlessly in his neck, shaking with aftershocks as he softened inside her.

'' You 're incredible, '' he whispered in her ear.

Jen smiled at his compliment. `` I 'm a good girl, '' she countered softly, stroking the back of his head contentedly. `` A very trade good girl. ''