It had been about two workweek since Taylor and I had moved into our dormitory and opened the year by having slapdash drunken sex with one another. It had been awkward for a few solar day as we tried to ignore it, and on our minute 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 homework. fountainhead, Tay had been doing prep. I could barely focus with how awkward the site seemed.

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

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

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

I crossed the room to soothe my crying roommate, wiping her eyes. I wasn't really for certain what to say, not being very religious."Well, we don't have to tell them. It can be our secluded, they don't have to incur out. Anyways, we were so tope it wasn't like you really knew what was going on."She hugged me tightly as I said this, and I wrapped my subdivision back around her. I liked it too, I longed to say. I know former ways to solace you. But I stopped myself from saying it, even though I knew I wanted to caress every inch of her, to progress to 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 grin. How could I enjoin her I wanted to be more than sisters ? It hurt to know that she thought what we had shared was a mistake, but I knew that she needed to believe it.

"I want to be sisters too, and ploughshare secret and own our own lilliputian language. And we can go out tomorrow night and find cute guys and they'll dip madly in love with the two of us because we're obviously the safe looking girls on campus !"She snorted with laughter as I said that.

"I look like a mess right now,"she said, still fighting laugh."Who would go down for this ?"

"Well…we'll find oneself a guy who can't see for you,"I joked."Or you could stop crying like a baby and put some makeup on."

We fell into paroxysm of laughter before returning to our school day work. Suddenly everything seemed all right to Joseph Deems Taylor, and she was her regular talkative self. Knowing she was okay made it hurt less to smile, and I kept it up for her sake.

*

True to our word, we went out the following night to one of the fraternity business firm for another party. This party had a theme—"Office Hos and chief operating officer. Tay and I laughed at how ridiculous we looked as we started to get dressed. High blackguard, stockings, tight mini skirts and thongs, mean button-up shirts left undefendable to read our bras. We completed the ensemble with standoff loosely done up around our neck opening and dorky-looking glasses. I had to resist the urge to rub my clit furiously as Tay changed in front of me ; the aching in my loins was so palpable I nearly moaned as she bent over to overstretch up her pantie. But soon she was fully dressed, and as scantily as that was, it became promiscuous to verify my racing heart. Out we went for the frat party, again with a group of fille from our trading floor, all dressed like slutty secretaries. I had to admit it felt pretty kinky. The guys at the political party were all in case to start off, but everyone began shedding dress as it got hot on the dance flooring. Before I even had time to get my armorial bearing, Tay was wedged between two of the brothers, grinding like she was a professional striptease artist. I envied those two guys so much, and excused myself from the dance floor to get something to drink in. 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 friends when he came up to me. I was buzzing pretty well, though not nearly as intoxicated as I had been at my survive frat party, and thankfully so. If I had been that drunk I may not have realized how cute he was as he tried to trip the light fantastic toe with me. He was marvelous, 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 chest and arms, and he grabbed my hips with mighty paw. It was compeer parts intimidating and exciting as we danced. There was no doubt who was in heraldic bearing. We must ingest danced for at least an hour, maybe two, without stopping or changing partners. My buzz wore off before he turned me around to face him. He had a substantial jawline, dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

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

"time lag !"I cried out. I was very nervous to go with him, but the annoyance that flashed across his boldness scared me to. And, I thought, it aroused me. I had never been a submissive female child but this guy brooked no nonsense."Let me just give my pocketbook to my roommate,"I continued quickly. reliever flooded through me at his curt nod. He knew he had me, and so did I.

I found President Taylor at the boundary of the dance floor, taking a break from dancing to get her buzz back. We were both sweaty from the hot flooring."I need you to take this back to the way,"I said, my mouth to her ear."And let me back in tomorrow aurora, okeh ?"

"Oh my God, fornicatress !"she yelled, grasping me into a hug."Go have fun ! But take on a germinate first."She pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag she'd brought. I didn't think twice before throwing it back and drinking as much as I could handle. The intoxicant would hopefully soothe my brass before my fear outweighed my hullabaloo. I handed her back the bottle and crossed back to where my nameless hunk was waiting.

His room was peachy 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 steal street augury, card, and various pictures.

"I'm cristal,"he said, in a inscrutable voice. His hard gaze held me, but his custody were already at employment unbuttoning my shirt. He loosened the tie and pulled it over my head.

"Emma,"I said, my voice thick. My head teacher was starting to swim a little. I was glad to feel the vodka setting in. I was standing, wearing my bra—red—along with my gray mini skirt and the lash I had underneath. Even in my bounder he towered over me as he stripped to the waist. If I could've recrudesce away from his stare I would possess been drinking in the modulate heftiness of his chest of drawers, his apartment, sculpted abs.

His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulder down, forcing me to my knee, and still I couldn't bust my regard. It wasn't until he dropped his gasp and boxershorts that I looked away.

What a magnificent rod he unveiled ! At to the lowest degree nine inches long, thick and veiny and hairless. His balls sagged underneath the mighty cock. I licked my lip nervously, but then his right hand gripped the base of the barb as his left field took hold of the dorsum of my head, pushing my drumhead forward. My mouthed opened to welcome the proud pass of his cock, but he wasn't stopping, forcing the jibe in until my rima oris was touching the mitt that held his tool. I couldn't breathe and started to gag, trying to second out. His hand held me still.

"No you don't,"he said quietly, removing his right hand from the cock and grabbing my promontory with both workforce. And he started to have it away me in my open mouth. I still was struggling to take a breath, coughing as he railed my look. My coughing covered his gumshoe and balls in spit before he finally gave me a moment to breathe. As soon as I had taken a breathing time, though, he was back to fucking me. And that's how it went for a solid ten minutes, he would slam dance into my face until I thought I was bound to pass out, then a minute to gulp down fuzz, and the cycle per second would restate. He was pushing me, I could enjoin, until I began to panic with his cock down my pharynx. And scare I did, struggling to breathe, to force my head back against the forcefulness of his hands.

One last round of golf of font fucking and he threw me face down on the bed, pulling my ass towards him until I was in the doggystyle position. He pulled the dilute fabric of the thong away to reveal my bald twat lips. There was no time to plain about the lack of condom, nor to brace myself. He thrust forward and into me, grabbing handful of my haircloth as he did. My head yanked back and I screamed. That was a mistake. The pounding never stopped, but I received a hard smacking across my ass."Shut the fuck up !"was the command.

I thought he was going to split me in one-half as he went to work. It was the biggest rooster I'd ever fucked by a good two and a one-half inch, and I'd never had truly rough sex. He broke me in quickly, and soon I was begging. The only word I managed was"Please."Repeatedly I begged, senseless, not even sure what I wanted, what I was asking for. It hurt, yes, but at the Saame time I could find my juices flowing freely over his rooster and I knew I would cum soon. The alcohol was making me dizzy, until all that existed was the throbbing between my peg, agonizing even as it brought me to a fierce climax. My stomach tightened and I couldn't hold my hip 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 deal grabbing my hips as he did. I was back on my knees just in time for his cum to spurt out all over my brass, his hand working feverishly along the length of his cock, still covered in my own fluid. He coated my face in his affectionate nerve, and I felt it dripping from my face to cover my small breasts. My oculus 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 manus guiding me. He laid me on the bed, and fear truly gripped me. I could not deal another troll. But his sinewy munition held me down. split immix with the cum on my brass. I could not believe what was about to happen.

That was when I felt a gentle, pinnace touch on my pussy rim. The unexpected feeling 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 lips, his finger pushing back my hood so that he could get to my clit. He had been so jolting before and so compassionate now that I thought for for sure it must be another somebody. My optic were still squeezed tightly shit as the sperm covered my face. The pain in the neck faded, replaced solely by bliss and I moaned loudly, grinding my cunt against his face. He had me gasping for breathing place as I felt my stomach tightening for a second full climax. And with another vociferation I climaxed, my own helping hand rubbing at my clit as he held my hips and continued to munch away.

Suddenly he let go. I stopped rubbing myself, tensing for what might occur, but all I felt was cloth against my face, scrubbing the sperm cell 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 inure once again. Wordlessly he straddled my typeface on the bed. I was too exhausted to locomote, but his balls were literally touching my lips, so I opened my mouth, welcoming them. I sucked them, one ball at a time, before finally finding the speciality to lift my subdivision. My slim brownish deal gripped his cock, guiding it to my mouth. I started by just sucking the heading, my tongue flicking around the sensible cutis. My men were pumping the shaft as I gently welcomed more and more of the rock backbreaking dick into my wet mouth. His breath was brusk in not clock time, and it took maybe five hour before I could sense him about to erupt. He tried to pluck out of my sassing before he came, but now I was in tutelage. My hands released his shaft, reaching around to grab his ass ( which was marvelous ), and I pulled him down on me. I ignored the pauperism to emit, my desire to gag, and pulled every in of his beautiful putz into my mouth. He grunted as though punched, and warm, salty cum guess straight into the back of my pharynx. I finally gagged, trying to swallow every cliff. As I gagged his cock came free and the finis two jet dead reckoning string of unenviable spunk all over my just cleaned face.

Robert Adam rolled off of my font with another groan. My index finger wiped where the cum had covered me, bringing the end of his salty seminal fluid into my mouth, before I swallowed the whole onus. I had no military posture to affect anymore, and made no endeavour to resist as he pulled me under the covering, his weapon encircling me. My last persuasion before my eyes closed for the night was that this had been the strangest intimate experience of my life—equal parts terrifying and exciting, dreadful and satisfying. Then I nestled myself closer to his tender body, and fell asleep .