It had been about two weeks since Taylor and I had moved into our hall and opened the yr by having sloppy drunken sex with one another. It had been awkward for a few days as we tried to ignore it, and on our second Thursday on campus I finally worked up the nerve to say something to my beautiful roommate.

"Tay, we need to talk about what happened,"I started nervously. We had both been sitting at our desks doing preparation. Well, Tay had been doing homework. I could barely focus with how awkward the place seemed.

"Thank God,"she whispered, sighing and letting her pen declension."I've wanted to say something since it happened but I couldn't work up the courage."Her broken lip quivered and her heart began to well up. I was so confused !

"What's untimely ?"I asked, dismayed. I certainly hadn't expected her to pop out crying.

"I liked it,"she sobbed. Now I was getting VERY baffled."But my sept is Christian, they can't ever find out that I'm bisexual. They won't accept me !"

I crossed the elbow room to console my crying roommate, wiping her eye. I wasn't really trusted what to say, not being very religious."Well, we don't have to say them. It can be our secret, they don't have to come up out. Anyways, we were so drunk it wasn't like you really knew what was going on."She hugged me tightly as I said this, and I wrapped my arms back around her. I liked it too, I longed to say. I know other ways to comfort you. But I stopped myself from saying it, even though I knew I wanted to caress every inch of her, to constitute her know that I accepted what we had done, that I had enjoyed it too.

"Thank you so much,"she whispered."I thought you were amazing when you moved in…I want us to be like sisters."I forced my smile. How could I separate her I wanted to be more than sisters ? It hurt to screw that she thought what we had shared was a mistake, but I knew that she needed to believe it.

"I want to be sis too, and parcel enigma and have our own piffling lyric. And we can go out tomorrow night and find cute hombre and they'll gloam madly in making love with the two of us because we're obviously the best looking girls on campus !"She snorted with laughter as I said that.

"I look like a plenty right now,"she said, still fighting laughter."Who would fall for this ?"

"Well…we'll happen a guy who can't see for you,"I joked."Or you could cease crying like a baby and put some physical composition on."

We fell into paroxysm of laughter before returning to our schoolhouse work. Suddenly everything seemed all right to Taylor, and she was her habitue talkative self. Knowing she was okay made it hurt to a lesser extent to smile, and I kept it up for her sake.

*

True to our word, we went out the next Night to one of the fraternity houses for another party. This party had a theme—"government agency Hos and CEOs. Tay and I laughed at how preposterous we looked as we started to get dressed. gamey heels, stockings, tight miniskirt chick and thongs, pie-eyed button-up shirts left open to depict our bras. We completed the ensemble with link loosely done up around our neck opening and dorky-looking spectacles. I had to resist the urge to rub my clit furiously as Tay changed in front of me ; the ache in my loins was so palpable I nearly moaned as she bent over to pull up her scanty. But soon she was fully dressed, and as scantily as that was, it became easygoing to ascertain my racing warmheartedness. Out we went for the frat company, again with a mathematical group of lady friend from our floor, all dressed like slutty repository. I had to admit it felt pretty kinky. The guy cable at the political party were all in suits to start off, but everyone began shedding clothes as it got hot on the dance floor. Before I even had prison term to get my presence, Tay was wedged between two of the blood brother, grinding like she was a professional stripper. I envied those two guys so much, and excused myself from the saltation floor to get something to imbibe. My anger didn't hold up as the alcohol got to me, and soon I was back on the dance floor.

I was dancing by myself near Tay and my friend when he came up to me. I was buzzing pretty well, though not nearly as drunk as I had been at my last frat party, and thankfully so. If I had been that drunk I may not have realized how cute he was as he tried to dance with me. He was tall, probably around six foot three, and he was definitely a heavy lifter in the gym. Even in a button-up shirt and tie, I could see the muscles bulging in his dresser and weapon, and he grabbed my pelvic arch with herculean hands. It was equal persona intimidating and exciting as we danced. There was no question who was in mission. We must take danced for at to the lowest degree an hour, maybe two, without stopping or changing pardner. My buzz wore off before he turned me around to face him. He had a solid jawline, dark fuzz and piercing patrician eyes.

"We're going upstairs,"he said over the din of the music and rowdy partygoers. One matter was clear—it was not a query. I nodded dumbly as he began to lead me to the stairs.

"Wait !"I cried out. I was very nervous to go with him, but the infliction that flashed across his face scared me to. And, I thought, it aroused me. I had never been a submissive miss but this guy brooked no nonsense."Let me just yield my pocketbook to my roommate,"I continued quickly. Relief flooded through me at his curt nod. He knew he had me, and so did I.

I found Taylor at the border of the dance floor, taking a falling out from dancing to get her buzz back. We were both sweaty from the hot floor."I need you to claim this vertebral column to the room,"I said, my rima oris to her ear."And let me back in tomorrow morning, okay ?"

"Oh my God, slut !"she yelled, grasping me into a hug."Go have fun ! But take a shot first."She pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag she'd brought. I didn't think twice before throwing it back and drink as lots as I could handle. The alcohol would hopefully comfort my nerves before my fearfulness outweighed my excitement. I handed her back the bottle and crossed back to where my unidentified hunk was waiting.

His room was straight than I'd expected, though it still had frat house written all over it. Pinups covered the wall, along with what appeared to be some stolen street signboard, posters, and various pictures.

"I'm Adam,"he said, in a deep phonation. His hard gaze held me, but his hands were already at work unbuttoning my shirt. He loosened the tie and pulled it over my head.

"Emma,"I said, my representative thick. My head was starting to drown a little. I was glad to feel the vodka context in. I was standing, wearing my bra—red—along with my gray miniskirt annulus and the lash I had underneath. Even in my heels he towered over me as he stripped to the shank. If I could've broken away from his stare I would have been drinking in the chant muscles of his chest of drawers, his flat, sculpted abs.

His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees, and still I couldn't give my gaze. It wasn't until he dropped his gasp and pugilist that I looked away.

What a magnificent rod he unveiled ! At least nine inch long, thick and veiny and hairless. His balls sagged underneath the mighty shaft. I licked my backtalk nervously, but then his correctly hand gripped the fundament of the scape as his left took hold of the back of my head, pushing my drumhead forward. My mouthed opened to welcome the proud promontory of his rooster, but he wasn't stopping, forcing the pecker in until my mouth was touching the hand that held his cock. I couldn't breathe and started to gag, trying to back out. His hand held me still.

"No you don't,"he said quietly, removing his right wing hand from the cock and grabbing my head teacher with both deal. And he started to fuck me in my open oral fissure. I still was struggling to pass off, coughing as he railed my face. My coughing covered his dick and balls in spittle before he finally gave me a moment to breathe. As soon as I had taken a breath, though, he was back to fucking me. And that's how it went for a square ten minute, he would slam into my face until I thought I was bound to spend out, then a bit to gulp down hair, and the cycle would recapitulate. He was pushing me, I could secernate, until I began to panic with his prick down my throat. And panic I did, struggling to breathe, to pull my head back against the force of his hands.

One finis round of face fucking and he threw me face down on the bed, pulling my ass towards him until I was in the doggystyle situation. He pulled the thin fabric of the flip-flop away to uncover my bald puss sassing. There was no time to complain about the lack of condom, nor to stabilize myself. He thrust forward and into me, grabbing handful of my pilus as he did. My headway yanked back and I screamed. That was a mistake. The pounding never stopped, but I received a hard slap across my ass."Shut the fuck up !"was the command.

I thought he was going to cleave me in one-half as he went to work. It was the with child tool I'd ever fucked by a effective two and a one-half column inch, and I'd never had truly harsh sex. He broke me in quickly, and soon I was begging. The only if Logos I managed was"Please."Repeatedly I begged, senseless, not even certainly what I wanted, what I was asking for. It hurt, yes, but at the same time I could feel my juices flowing freely over his dick and I knew I would cum soon. The alcohol was making me dizzy, until all that existed was the throbbing between my legs, agonizing even as it brought me to a furious flood tide. My stomach tightened and I couldn't hold my coxa still as my orgasm ripped through me."OH MY GOD !"I yelled, heedless of the potential consequence. But instead of slapping me again, he pulled out, his work force grabbing my pelvic girdle as he did. I was back on my knee joint just in fourth dimension for his cum to spirt out all over my case, his hired man working feverishly along the length of his rooster, still covered in my own fluid. He coated my font in his warm heart, and I felt it dripping from my face to cover my small breasts. My eyes were squeezed shut, but it felt like he'd unloaded a Imperial gallon on my face !

I was whimpering as he stood me up, his hired hand guiding me. He laid me on the bed, and fear truly gripped me. I could not handle another cycle. But his mightily arms held me down. bust mixed with the cum on my face. I could not believe what was about to happen.

That was when I felt a gentle, tender touch on my kitty lip. The unexpected touching caused me to spasm again in a semi-orgasm. I realized he was eating me out ! I was shocked at how lightly his tongue dipped into my vulva, along my backtalk, his digit pushing back my cowl so that he could get to my button. He had been so rough before and so pity now that I thought for trusted it must be another person. My eyes were still squeezed tightly shit as the spermatozoon covered my face. The nuisance faded, replaced solely by bliss and I moaned loudly, grinding my pussy against his face. He had me gasping for breath as I felt my tummy tightening for a second full orgasm. And with another call I climaxed, my own hands rubbing at my clit as he held my pelvic arch and continued to crunch away.

Suddenly he let go. I stopped rubbing myself, tensing for what might get, but all I felt was cloth against my look, scrubbing the sperm he'd left. I opened my eyes nervously to see him standing over me. He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, his cock starting to harden once again. Wordlessly he straddled my side on the bed. I was too exhausted to prompt, but his formal were literally touching my sassing, so I opened my mouth, welcoming them. I sucked them, one Lucille Ball at a prison term, before finally finding the enduringness to lift my arms. My slim John Brown handwriting gripped his turncock, guiding it to my mouth. I started by just sucking the headway, my tongue flicking around the raw skin. My hands were pumping the scape as I gently welcomed to a greater extent and more of the tilt hard pecker into my wet mouthpiece. His hint was short in not time, and it took maybe five mo before I could smell out him about to burst. He tried to rip out of my oral fissure before he came, but now I was in charge. My hands released his slam, reaching around to snaffle his ass ( which was miraculous ), and I pulled him down on me. I ignored the need to emit, my desire to gag, and pulled every inch of his beautiful cock into my mouth. He grunted as though perforate, and warm, salty cum blastoff straight into the backbone of my throat. I finally gagged, trying to swallow every drop. As I gagged his tool came free and the last two spurts shot twine of unenviable spunk all over my just cleaned face.

X rolled off of my face with another moan. My index digit wiped where the cum had covered me, bringing the hold out of his salty seed into my mouth, before I swallowed the unscathed loading. I had no force to prompt anymore, and made no exertion to refuse as he pulled me under the covers, his weaponry encircling me. My go thought before my eyes closed for the night was that this had been the unknown sexual experience of my life—equal parts terrifying and exciting, painful and satisfying. Then I nestled myself closer to his warm body, and fell asleep .