A Night in her Dorm Ch. 02

Note: Irene is a pseudonym for a friend who helped inspire this story's various chapters. Just wanted to offered credit to a character modeled after her, that has offered me some sensual nights of pleasure. Enjoy.



Irene's thighs loosened their grip around my head as she relished briefly in the glow of fading orgasm. I stood now, still as naked as she was, but with my cock standing ready for attention. She sat up slowly but was quickly willing to provide the much-needed attention. Her fingers softly surrounded my seven inches and began stroking me at a moderate pace. Her eyes glanced to me briefly, and then she began licking the head of my cock with slow, gentle caresses. It wasn't long before she transitioned to the use of her full mouth, engulfing my manhood in mouth and using her tongue to offer the pleasure I so desperately need. Her hands caressed my balls lightly and played with them, teasing me all she could. And my mind was filled with images of her from before, laying naked before me. The tiniest of bush above her beautiful pussy, and those full breasts raising and falling with increased breath. Mmmm.

I stepped back rather suddenly and her eyes, which had been watching my expression of decadent pleasure, reflected confusion. My cock, slick with the efforts of her masterful technique with head, left her mouth only unwillingly.

"Lay down, Irene..."

She smirked slightly, at this. I could almost see it in her eyes, the thought that I wouldn't cum until the chance to be buried deep in her pussy. She lay before me and spread her legs wide. I stepped forward and found her hands oh so ready to guide myself into her warmth. Mmm, the warmth of paradise. And, knowing the pleasure she had so readily pursued for herself in our previous story, my focus remained exclusively on pursuing my own. Not to say I didn't want to offer her more. I did hope she'd have a second orgasm, but I was far more concerned with evening the score board to one a piece – shall we say?

I started slowly, relishing the warmth and tightness that had, finally, been made available to me. She didn't lay passively (how boring can you imagine a nerd-goddess to be?). No, she wrapped her legs around me to ensure no loss of the thrusts that were now eliciting moans of quiet appreciation. Her hands caressed my chest and, on occasion, reached a step further. At these moments she would reach for me and pull me down, rewarding me with the pleasure of her passionate kisses. Her tongue danced playfully with mine and, for one moment, she varied the pressure of her tongue on mine to match the rhythmic pace of my thrusts in side her. As she lay down again, her hands took to the pleasure of caressing her breasts. Mmm. Just watching her hands on her own body was sending me plunging into a sexual intoxication I'd never tasted. Her caresses were gentle and, every so often, would include a rough pinch of a nipple that would elicit another needy moan. I had imagined my pleasure would be the primary goal, but she made it clear she was pursuing a climax that we'd both share.

It wasn't long before she bade me lay back. She straddled me with practiced ease and, balancing herself well, lowered herself at a painfully slow pace onto my cock. Her wetness made the entry easy, and the warmth of her was a welcome return my dick desperately needed. Her lips formed an evil smirk and she increased the pace, but only slightly. Her eyes were locked on mine, and her hands had found their way back to her breasts. Her moans were throaty and torturous with the slow pace she continued to follow. Her voice was deep and sensual as she spoke.

"You're close, I can feel it...but you don't get to rush it. Tell me what you want. Beg for it, Chris. Beg, and maybe I'll indulge you..."

My lips felt parched, my mouth dry. I barely had the ability to speak the words that wanted to escape the confines of my mouth and lips and demand the pleasure her body so tauntingly withheld. Ah, but I could find it. And, maybe, even surprise her in the force and desire I'd show. Begging could wait for another day...

"I can't wait, Irene. I need you in the most desperate way."

I pulled away, and guided her to her hands and knees. She, surprisingly, took the guidance readily enough. In a brief second or two I was inside her again, lost to her warmth. Her wetness made the pace I desired only too easy to achieve. Her moans were becoming deeper as well. Hmm. Good to know she had no problem taking it doggy style, because I was loving the position with her. Leaning down, but continuing the same frantic pace, my hands grasped her breasts roughly. I wasn't gentle now, but she seemed to like the roughness against her tender flesh. In this moment I felt her tighten and her moans switch to those of satiation. Then, I felt my own orgasm approaching quickly, and she knew as well.

"Not inside me..."

In the window of five seconds my dick left the heat of her pussy and the head of my cock was throbbing before her lips. Her mouth opened wide, and her tongue teased the top slightly as she stroked me with vigor and excitement.

"That's right, Chris. Cover my face. Spray on tits.... After two orgasms like that I've got no problem taking your cum all over me."

...what man could refuse such instructions? I did explode. Most of the my cum landed in her open mouth, but some thin strands coated her face as well. She stroked out the last drops of cum and, with the final sexy moment of the night, swallowed every drop that had been given to her.