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On the worst night of his entire life, Todd Whitman had sexual relations with two -- by all accounts, perfectly sexy -- teenaged college girls.
The first day he moved into his dormitory he fell deeply for the girl across the hall, named Annie Walls. Todd was quiet and shy and it took him a very long time to finally ask her on a date. When they came back it was Annie who stepped in front of his door and gave him a soft, warm kiss on the mouth. It lasted just long enough that he felt her juicy lower lip slide, slick and smooth, between his.
He was too nervous to ask her out again, and waited, hoping she would make the first move. When she didn't, he became depressed and went out to get drunk -- and that was how he arrived at her door one fateful November night, hammered, just returned fresh from a party that included being tossed from a porch ten feet off the ground by a few fraternity brothers for being caught in the bathroom with Mary-Ellen Cartwright and Mary-Ellen Cartwright's boobs. Mary-Ellen had her hands down his pants, Todd Whitman had his hands up her shirt, and Mary-Ellen had just broken up with the president of the frat whose party they were attending. Needless to say, when the brothers broke into the bathroom, Mary-Ellen's warm and strong little fingers were stroking his fully erect penis, and the most painful thing about being thrown ten feet off the porch was knowing that he was not going to get to lift up Mary-Ellen's skirt and bend her over the sink that night, after all...
Sick from being teased, battered and broken by the toss from the porch, drunk from the endless beer games he'd played with the terrible fraternity members, he stumbled home to his dormitory -- lovesick for Annie, homesick for his old bed, horny, nauseous from the loss of the fingers around his halfhard cock. He strolled up to 311, knocked promptly on the door, and was welcomed by a slap to the face.
"I heard," Annie Walls said, her eyes bloodshot from tears.
Annie Walls was not the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but there was something else about her that drew him to her, sexually, in a way he'd never known before. She stood just above his shoulder, had a head of straightened black-brown hair that trickled down to her breasts; her face was nice, attractive on the right day, her lips full and alluring; she wore a spaghetti-strap top that exposed a marvelous cleavage, two large, round orbs straining firmly against the fabric of her shirt, which was pulled up slightly to reveal the hard line of her abdomen. He let his eyes wander down her body, to her creamy white legs, just muscular enough, so white and perfect, that he'd often imagined what it would be like to have her on her hands and knees and open her legs up by the ankles, running his hand down her calves and up the warm muscle of her hamstring underneath her firm butt. She was athletic, but not visibly muscular -- slightly larger than the average attractive girl, but significantly bustier, curvaceous. She was a completely different kind of creature from the short, tight, skinny-as-a-rail girls that usually caught the attention of his sexual mind. She was something else -- fertile, completely fuckable, deliciously ripe and full of bosom and blessed with a sharp tongue that added an irresistible spiciness.
Drunk and unembarrassed he let himself in, gracefully taking her by her shaking shoulders, calming her with little kisses to her cheeks and to her forehead, sitting them both down on the bottom bunk of her bed. She cried a little more and he felt his heart tear. All thoughts of sex vanished from his mind. Inside he cursed Mary-Ellen, cursed the frat and the alcohol, cursed stupid college and the stupid things it made him do. It all seemed so easy now, now that he was drunk and sitting here with Annie Walls crying in his arms, all he had needed to do was to call her once, call her just once, then he could get to know her even more and then things never would have to be uncomfortable ever again and everything would be alright just like he had wanted it to be.
"I made an enormous, humungous mistake," he told her, his lips gentle on her eyelash.
"I really, really like you," she said.
"I really, really like you too."
She pulled away from him, put her hand gentle on the hard bristle of his jawline.
"I mean it. Like a lot."
He was transfixed her soft voice, the brown in her eyes, the way her soft milky skin felt beneath the touch of his hand. He loved the way she shuddered when he stroked his hand down her shoulder, down her back, resting at the crook of her hip and caressing ever so slightly, him all the while dizzy with drink, and love, and lust.
"Annie," he whispered, letting her hand draw his chin up, his face closer.
In an instant her lips were on his, wet and cool, her breath minty like toothpaste in his mouth. He tried to take it slow, to control the girl that was pressing her lips into him, to taste her impossibly soft, pillowy lips, to enjoy the electricity rushing down his spine, to fend off the hardness growing between his legs.
Yet it was a lost effort. Annie seemed intent on upping the ante: she climbed on top of him, straddled him, her huge breasts heaving with each breath against his chest, slapping against his neck, under his chin. His mouth went dry, his dick sticking straight up through his jeans, solid as a rock and fully extended. When she lowered herself down and felt through her thin little gray shorts his hardness she paused, her mouth still on his, her eyes open and heavy with lust. She looked right at him as she grinded down the thin fabric of her crotch over the length of his pulsing manhood.
He groaned and muttered something incoherent as she continued to dry hump him, her hands working under his shirt to press and clutch against the bare skin of his chest. He grabbed her by her neck and pulled her closer, sucking on her cheek and her neck and trailing kisses down her collarbone, making her arch her back, her lower center of gravity thrusting her hips even harder, sharper, into the tent in the jeans. Feeling now that he had permission, he reached down with his hands and felt her legs, her upper thighs, squeezed his hands along the smooth woman-flesh, delighting in the feel beneath his fingers, the feel of her teeth firmly around his upper lip. He paused when his hands reached her shorts, waiting for some sign that this would be okay.
She straightened up, her crotch resting on his erection, and he could feel the heat emanating from her core over his manhood. He looked down and saw that her gray shorts were starting to soak through between her legs. Thrilled, he turned up to her, caught in her gaze, her normally pale face flushed with exertion and wanting. She took a hold of his hands in hers and pulled them up, up, up under her gray shorts. She gave little sighs and moans of happiness as his hands explored inside her shorts, reaching around a thumb to stroke the crest of her pussy, grinding firmly against her clitoris. She closed her eyes, shudders running up and down her body again.
Then he took a firm hold of her hips under her shorts and commenced with a serious of violent humps of his hardened jean-crotch area against her soft, thinly protectly, ultra-sensitive woman-area. Each thrust elicited a powerful cry from her -- he felt his dick hammering her warm and soft wetness and knew that if he did this hard enough he could make himself burst in his pants. She must have sensed this, for she threw herself off of him, standing up.
"I want you to put it right here," she said, bending over, rolling her wasted gray shorts down her ass so that Todd could see the thin slit of her pussy. "I want you to stick that cock inside."
Todd wasted no time in pulling his swollen and throbbing member from his jeans and lining it up behind her. He felt a shiver run through him as he saw her large, round, fleshy breasts hanging down under her tight sleeveless shirt. He reached around and felt them heavy and warm in his palms. He fumbled with his dick to line it up properly with her hole. The very tip of his head touched her vulva. Untold thoughts rippled through his mind, thoughts like "how the hell am I this lucky", thoughts like "my God this is going o feel incredible", thoughts like "I need this so badly."
