Dorm Room Vixen

Without exchanging any further words about the topic, we both knew we were already headed down a path we couldn't stop ourselves from turning down.

Taylor kept her body suspended above me, her tiny frame shaking with nerves. She was biting her lip in anticipation, gazing intently into my eyes as I lifted her shirt up, starting at her tummy and tugging the garment up over her supple breasts.

Her sharp intake of breath told me I was doing something right, so I continued lifting her shirt until it was bunched up under her chin. I maneuvered her arms through the arm holes and pulled her pink top all the way from her body.

Instantly, my hands wandered to the small of her back and ran their way up towards her shoulders. I curved my hands around her side and cupped her perky tits, pinching her nipples between my knuckles.

I was holding her up by her chest, making the soft flesh squish out to the sides like a pancake. Her hands were busy fumbling with my belt, finally unbuckling it and prying my jeans open. The zipper and button were quickly dispatched, not proving much of a match for Taylor's skilled hands.

With a frown, she made me relinquish my grasp on her breasts as she sat up to shimmy my pants down past my ankles. I was finally getting an uncensored look at her chest, and what I saw sucked the breath from my lungs.

She had an elegant curve to her body that made the erection in my boxers flinch.

Only our underwear was separating us now, but that wasn't stopping her from grinding down as hard as he could on my throbbing pole, digging me against her clit. She was using me to send waves of pleasure through her, and I didn't mind being her toy for the moment.

I held her cheek and pulled her face to mind, kissing her as I maneuvered my hands to her ass, taking a grip of the squishy, bouncy globes. Her pajama bottoms rolled off her butt with my fingers tucked in her waistband, exposing her bottom to the air.

Our hands were a tangled mess as we fought to be the last one wearing pants, but both ended up losing our last remaining clothing anyway.

We tumbled around the bed, rolling over so I was on top of Taylor. I kissed her and slipped my tongue over hers, jousting with her slimy, pink snake.

The tip of my cock was nudged against the sticky folds of Taylor's pussy, impatiently awaiting to explore the moist, warm tunnel it was poking at. She reached down and took a hold of my dick, dragging the purple head through her soaking wet slit and gathering a shiny layer of syrup over the bulbous head.

"Fuck, Remy." She whimpered, making sure to pay extra attention to her clit as she dragged my boner through her puffy lips.

I couldn't hold back my lust any longer, and I knew I had to make Taylor mine. When I felt the overwhelming warmth emitting from her pussy, I jabbed forward and sunk the first four inches of my cock into the skinny girl's glistening peach.

I didn't even have to tell her to lift her legs up to my shoulders; she was already mid-way through arranging her feet so they sat positioned atop my shoulders. The first half of my dick was jammed into Taylor already, and she gave me a reassuring nod to continue feeding her the rest.

Juices were freely flowing from her drenched tunnel, making it that much easier for me to fill Taylor's pink pussy until my balls were kissing her asshole. I made a mental note to some back to her puckered butthole, but for now I was focusing on drilling her hard enough to rock her bedframe back and forth.

She squealed every time I bottomed out, tightening her muscles as my cock head brushed against the wall of her cervix.

"Nobody has ever...oh Jesus, Remy...gone that deep before." I knew she was telling the truth; the tightness constricting my raging hard on was so prominent that it must've been untouched territory for the past couple of weeks.

"Ah, fuck you're gonna break my stomach, Remy@" She pouted between breathy moans.

Okay, maybe it was more like months.

I eased my pole out of her clenching depths and felt the walls of her kitten sticking to me, begging me not to leave. As I withdrew my cock, I lowered my hips so when I buried myself back in her creamy pocket I would grind against her g-spot.

The sensations were controlling her movements, driving her reaction to every small action I made. She moved naturally in tune with my body, squirming below me and playing with her breasts.

I pounded her harder and the grip she had on her nipples grew more vice-like. Her fingers tugged roughly at the hard, pink nubs, working on autopilot so her brain could switch off for a minute. Little gasps were escaping her, getting more desperate and high pitched the faster I slammed my hips against her ass, making the thick flesh jiggle in a mesmerizing fashion.

Her pussy was slippery with gushes honey, signaling her enjoyment of having her hole punished. With her hands on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, I bounced her using the bed to get my cock to smash against her cervix like a hammer.

Before long, Taylor had her eyes closed and was losing her mind to an infinite loop of pleasure. It took a while before she gathered the energy to suggest a different position, to which I happily accepted.

Sliding disappointingly from her dripping glove, both of us audibly resisted the effort with disgruntled groans.

We were quick to switch our positioning, putting me on my back and letting Taylor climb on top. She scrambled to get settled and grabbed a hold of my shaft, directing the syrup coated member back to the opening of her empty well.

With a deep breath, Taylor lowered her hips and swallowed the head of my dick to let her pussy prepare to be stretched again.

Her hands were riveted to my chest, pushing down with her hands as she dropped her ass into my lap. Like daggers, her nails were burning my chest with their grip. The pain shooting through me was intermingling with the hot, steamy suction keeping my cock captive in Taylor's vagina.

Like warm butter, her wetness was spreading to cover my balls. I'd been with other girls before, but nobody like Taylor. Having sex with her showed me that whatever I'd been doing with other girls was just practice.

I was dreamily lost in the feeling of having the bell shaped head of my cock pressed forcefully against my cowgirl's cervix. She was bearing down with all her force, stirring her creamy insides with my dong like it was keeping her alive.

Taylor dragged her tits against my chest, tracing little figure eights with her nipples as she raised and lowered her hips. She would drop all the way to the hilt, embracing every inch of my cock and savouring the moment of fullness she felt.

Then, she would lift her ass until only a few inches were left hugging the walls of her vagina. With vigour she would slam her hips down and repeat the process over again, tiring herself out after six minutes of furious riding. Once she slowed her grinding to a near halt, I knew she was running low on steam. I took charge and picked her up, propping her on her hands and knees.

It was a welcome change for us both, and we soon fell back into the same familiar motions as before. Taylor had her head back, encouraging me to take a handful of her hair and tug it while I pummeled her. Ripples like shockwaves rocked her ass cheeks as she bounced her bum back against me every time I pushed forward to meet her.

My dick was a piston pounding into her pussy, deeply embedding my veiny cock in a velvety heaven. Slick and spongy walls massaged the length of my shaft, drawing the cum from my balls at an alarming rate.

My hands rested on Taylor's bum, holding the swaying backside and prying her cheeks apart. Her tiny, pink asshole winked at me, begging for the attention I was so viciously showing her pussy.

With her butt spread it was impossible for me to resist pushing against the tight ring with my thumb. I spat down onto her asshole and used my thumb to massage the bubbly lube around her tiny backdoor. Taylor was loving it; moaning with her eyes closed and drawing short, spastic breaths.

Past the point of no return, my thumb slid in up to the knuckle and sat comfortably in the clenching oven. Once I felt her relax her muscles, I forced the rest of my thumb into her ass and curled my finger, pulling back and pushing along the walls of her ass.

My finger popped from her butt and she squealed, wagging her behind to ask for more.

I dribbled more spit onto her slightly agape hole, watching some of the bubbles sink into her bum. Knowing she was already stretched gave me the idea to continue my work on her bottom. Loosening her was becoming a fun task, especially when I got to watch her take my first and middle finger into her ass. Like with my thumb, I curled my fingers and dragged them across the insides of Taylor's vulnerable little ass.

I wanted to fuck Taylor forever, or at least until she was too sore to handle it, but if we kept up this pace I was going to pop any minute.

Down on the floor, I saw a tangled mess of clothes. In the bundle, I saw a scarf sticking out. A thousand ideas flew through my head, but I went with the best one.

I grabbed her hands and she slumped onto the bed face first, luckily landing on a pillow to absorb the blow. "What are you doing?" She whispered, barely loud enough to be heard over her own ragged breathing.

One tight knot locked her hands together, preventing her from fighting back. Not that she would have anyway, but having her hands locked behind her sure as hell would've made it difficult to stop me from entering her ass, if she wanted to.

My cock lodged its bloated head against Taylor's gaping tunnel. She inched forward when she felt me make contact with her rear hole, fighting her instinct to resist and easing back so I slowly sunk all the way to the root in her ass.

"Holy shit, Tay." I groaned.

Her whimpers were growing louder and louder, to the point where I was sure somebody would hear her. I grabbed a pair of leggings that were dangling from the side of the bed and wrapped them around her head, cutting the light away from her eyes.

My balls were slapping against her cunt, gathering her heavily dripping juices over the meaty orbs.

Through all of this, Taylor was continually impaling herself on the rock hard pole she had molded to. Every fiber of my being was tingling from the spark igniting between me and the blindfolded girl with her face buried in a pillow, getting her ass rammed from behind.

Every now and then she would pipe up with a comment, asking me to go faster or gentler. I tried to abide by her requests, but her asshole was an oven of steamy, puckered warmth, making it too difficult to take my time.

All the muscles in her rectum were fighting against me, trying to push me out. They only succeeded in making it feel like I was driving my cock into a pocket of frothy, buttery butt juices. There wasn't much time left until I knew I'd be emptying my balls into Taylor's eager asshole, but I held back for as long as I possibly could. It seemed like she was desperate to milk the cum from me, clenching around the large intruder that was abusing her ass beyond comparison.

Her hips went in circles, swallowing my cock into her bum until she swore she was going to burst. "My-oh, fuck. My tummy. I can feel you..." She took a sharp breath. "In my tummy."

Nothing would've motivated me more, and what she said gave me all the motivation I needed to sink my boner as far into her ass, with cheeks spread wide apart, as she could take me.

That was enough to send her over the edge completely. Taylor seized up and dumped her exclamations of "oh god" into the pillow, no longer slamming her hips against me. I took the opportunity to give her an orgasm that she'd remember.

My dick was a blur sliding in and out of her tired asshole, ponding deep into her guts as I felt her insides convulsing and vibrating. I'd never seen a girl cum from anal, and didn't even think it was possible until I saw Taylor reduced to a pile of whines and squeaks with a cock in her bottom.

The tsunami of her orgasm was subsiding slowly but surely, so I slowed my strokes accordingly. When I reached the hilt, tapping the tip of my penis against the untouched, creamy center of Taylor's core, I knew I only had a few strokes until I doused her insides with semen.

I nearly came while I struggled to untie her hands from their shackles, pulling off the blindfold so she would gather her bearings.

Quickly, I withdrew my pipe and stood on the floor by her bed, helping her onto her knees. I could feel her shaking when she tried to stand, so I held her weight as she lowered onto her knees and opened her lips, greedily begging for my meat in her mouth.

I inched forward and touched the tip of my rod to her lower lip, waiting while she gathered the courage to taste her ass. Her nose scrunched up as she ran her tongue around my purple, bloated crown. The scrunching vanished from her face as she got the first few inches into her mouth.

Based on the look she gave me, she didn't seem to mind it. In fact, she seemed to look embarrassed that she didn't hate it.

That didn't hold her back as she began slipping and sliding her tongue around the bulbous head of my prick. Her hands were carefully massaging my balls, playing gently with the smooth stones. Her other hand was ferociously rubbing against her clit, occasionally dipping into her peach's nectar to spread on my shaft so she could lick it off.

Long, tender strokes of her tongue cascaded up the length of my cock, tickling the underside with little flicks and kisses. She nibbled on the sides, circling her hand like a blender around my shiny helmet, slick with spit and juices.

I knew I wouldn't last long in Taylor's mouth if she kept using it like such an expert.

She'd taken it upon herself to try and take every last bit of me into her eager, hungry throat. Unfortunately, she only made it half way before she started drooling a little.

Wiping away the saliva and continuing her bobbing motion, Taylor proved she was a natural born cock-sucker. Nothing was getting in her way, nothing could stop her from gagging herself on the throbbing erection she'd lathered with her spit.

Taylor was giving me the warmest, wettest mouth hug I'd ever received. The insides of her throat were as smooth as polished glass, but they gave way whenever my dick suck its way to the base with my balls resting on her chin.

I told her I was close and she nodded with enthusiasm, wiping away a tear from her eye from deepthroating me. "Paint me." She winked, speeding up the invigorating massage her hand was giving me.

I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to.

Tilting her head back and closing her eyes gave Taylor an incredibly sexy look. They stayed closed as the first stream of cum erupted from my dick, ejecting like a cannon and taking her by surprise.

The jet of warm baby batter landed mostly in her mouth, with only a few drops spilling onto her lips. I saw her smile graciously, awaiting the rest of my load.

Like clockwork, the second and third ropes came out almost simultaneously. One stretched up across her nose, and the other pooled around her left eye. Like a trooper, she endured the next three bursts everywhere from her forehead to her cheeks.

Enough cum was dribbling down her face that a few drops were starting to leak into her mouth. She licked her lips and tasted as much of the sticky honey as she could reach.

Time froze as I took a mental image of Taylor on her knees, naked with a load of warm, pearly semen glistening brightly all across her face.

"Bathroom?" She asked, wiping a gob from her eye.

Without waiting for a reply, she took off and left me sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Should I go?" I yelled for her after she'd been gone for a few minutes. I heard lights being turned off and the recognizable sound of bare feet on a tile floor.

Taylor appeared in the doorway, still naked, with a sparkling clean face.

I mustered a fake groan. "You wiped it off? That was a gift, Tay."

She laughed and sat on me, facing me and sitting on my knees. "Don't worry, most of it ended up in my stomach anyway."

I poked her sides and she rolled off me, giggling manically until I stifled her with a kiss.

We lay silently for a while, tired and drunk. I basked in the feeling of having felt truly relieved for the first time in my life. Whatever I had to do to keep this girl around, I was going to do. Few things could have possibly made her more incredible.

"Remy?" She squeaked beside me.

"Yes?" I asked, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"Can we go drink now? I know we can shave our time down if Carol anchors for us and you start. These douchey bastards from down the hall need their asses handed to them." She looked at me hopefully.

Okay, I was wrong, now she was perfect.