1. Spring Break


    Date: 9/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    excitement. I knew she wasn’t faking her orgasm by the way she jerked her head upward and opened her mouth wider, and even wider, in total silence, before curling in to a ball as she rubbed her face against my chest and said Oh God again and again between spasms and sighs. She bit my nipple. Adrienne screamed louder. Someone banged on the wall. I wasn’t sure if it was Dirk or Adrienne. My body had moved away from Anjali’s crumpled bra by this point, but I still pulled out of her while still shooting my load and smacked my condomed cock on her sheet and when I moved backwards I felt my balls and cock flutter against wrinkled, stringy silk; her bra. I lay my head on her chest. My nose faced the direction of her vagina and I smelled sex drying on her and listened to her heart rate graduallyreturn to normal. “I think,” she said after several minutes, “that my bra was really…tickling me.” “Damn,” I said. “That’s what that was? I’m sorry, babe.” “No,” she said, caressing my head. “It felt so, so good.” I stood in her bathroom and flexed my muscles as I looked in her mirror. Now at least my ribcage was no longer visible; I’d been eating more fattening dining hall food at school and going to the gym somewhat less often. But my abs did jut out, if not quite enough. I backed up and flexed my legs. They were the strongest part of my body. My cock was sore and red, tired of being inserted in to vaginas. I hadn’t masturbated in over a month; that was the kind of spree I was on, and I had ...
    no intention of stopping. I tore off some toilet paper and rubbed the sticky condom glaze off my cock, threw the condom in the toilet, put on my boxers and went back to Anjali’s bed, where I passed out. Anjali sat on the edge of the bed, looking in the mirror, playing with her hair. The next morning, I stayed with Anjali long enough to watch an episode of Mad Men . Jon Hamm cheated on his wife again and got drunk again and did his wide-jaw grin again. I couldn’t understand the appeal of the show, but Anjali was transfixed. She wore a shirt and her underwear. I placed a hand on her bare leg and moved it up to her thigh. She took this to mean I was a tender guy who wanted to get to know her better, and I let her think it. I left the room, saying that yes, we would hang out again and took out my phone as soon as she closed the door and deleted her number. I saw two foreign girls in only their swimsuits and sunglasses, speaking in German, I think, and made eye contact with one of them. I went to my and Dirk’s double bedroom. He wasn’t there. I read some of Portnoy’s Complaint . I got some more rest. “I bet you think you actually won that game,” Dirk said. We sat on the beach, smoking cigarettes. “Yeah,” I said, shrugging. “I do.” “Did you fuck her only once?” I looked at him. “Yeah,” I said. “Did you have anybody knock on your wall yelling at you to keep it down?” “No…” I said. “Great, because I’d already fucked Adrienne once by the time you two got started, and during the second ...
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