I quickly lost myself in the pleasure, fucking faster and deeper; eager to satisfy, she took more, and gurgled around the thick shaft. At about half, I hit her throat and the gag reflex; I pulled back to give her time, but I was eager for more and pumped slowly into her throat. Unable to speak, she looked up at me with her sexy, green eyes and begged...I knew she wanted it all.
I wrapped my fingers through her curls to hold her steady. Stretching her throat, with one final push, the last couple inches went in, and the entire shaft disappeared. She closed her eyes and relaxed the throat muscles, around my cock. When her eyes opened and looked back into mine, she looked crazy hot with her nose buried in the pubes and lips stretched around the base. I took her head in both hands and started fucking, gently...and sensuously slow.
It felt amazing...it always does; I gradually picked up the pace, pumping her mouth, faster and faster. After a good stretch, I pulled from her mouth and she leaned back, catching her breath. She grinned up at me, "Baby, I want more...and I know you do, too."
We both needed more...and I wanted back in her throat. She rolled onto her back and planted her shoulders at the edge so that her head was hanging off. She joked, "I'm a professional cock slut...done this a few times."
I grinned, "Baby, you've done this a few thousand times for me!"
Grinning, "Well, I just can't say no."
Poking at her nose with spit-soaked cock, I teased her before gently guiding it back through her lips. Anxious to satisfy, she eagerly took it back into her throat; I pumped hard and fast, keeping the crown deep, and massaging her throat with its rock-hard girth.
She loved to be throat-fucked, as much as I loved doing it. Whenever she laid her head back and extended her neck like this, I could watch the bulge moving in her neck...just like an erection, in tight jeans.
I held her with both hands, pumping balls-deep, into her mouth; they were bouncing over her face...she loved that, too.
Pleasuring my cock with her throat, I fucked till I was close. I guess we had been going at it, for a long time.
I leaned into her with more focus, pumping slow, steady and grinding her face. Pushing deep into her throat, I was ready to finish...I humped forward a few more times and then grinded deep, in one final thrust.
I could feel it building, and my body shuddered, pulsing warm seed directly into her throat. Her hands dug in, holding me super tight, because she wanted it all. I rode out the ecstasy, letting my load flow into her belly. Still gripping my thighs, she urged me to pump her throat, coaxing out every last drop.
When I pulled from her lips, she gasped, but continued licking. Working the entire shaft with her tongue, she searched for more sex. She took it back into her mouth and held it there, savoring the pulsing flesh between her lips; her eyes met mine and she knew I was satisfied.
I sat down on the bed and massaged her neck and shoulders, before pulling her up to kiss. She got a sexy smile and spoke softly, "When you're pumping me crazy hard like that, it makes me feel hot, desirable, beautiful, loved...and slutty, all at the same time." Robin always talked about how good it felt or how satisfying it was. The sex was always amazing, but Robin felt things that she didn't think any other man could give her, and she always tried to do the same for me.
That was how the evening went, and Darin was coming into town the next day; I hadn't seen him in a few weeks, since the semester was drawing to a close. We were both anxious and we knew Darin was.
On the way back from a meeting, Robin was able to stop by campus for lunch, and she met Benji, his new roommate. He was on the swim team and on the "hot side of the spectrum," according to Robin. I teased her, "Are you interested, maybe? Interested in a foursome? You think you can handle three hot guys?
"Stop...he's very cute, but I really think he's gay...besides, I handle two guys very well...and don't forget, I did four, once! All hot guys!" Without pause, she gave it right back, "Now, he would be interested in you...you think you can handle two college studs, like Darin and Benji...at your age? I think you're getting up there in age...and you should look into some life insurance." She grinned, "It would be a nice way to go, though...during rigourous sex."
She was right...she was more than capable of handling three men, but I couldn't help but tease her. I laughed, "I am getting up there, but I'm only three years older than you. I bet I could handle two guys. I can almost guarantee this's going to be part of the conversation...within minutes of his arrival."
She grinned, "I think you're probably right...smarty pants...I'm asking him about Benji."
Little did I know, along with Darin, Benji was to become one of my roommates in the future...a roommate that Darin and I would both share.
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The following afternoon, I had just fucked the shit out of Darin, and we were lingering, buck-naked on the patio, when Robin came out. Wearing only her panties and a big grin, she had three beers, "Here, I thought you two could use a cold one."
She handed them to us, before dragging hers through the seed on his belly. She giggled when he jumped, "Shit Robin, that's cold!"
"You two...that was definitely a porn-worthy performance...I got off just watching!"
It was obvious what went down, and I was about to say something, but she grinned, "Here's to watching my sexy guys! I'm glad I got home, when I did." She went on to happily recount every detail, but I'll start from the beginning.
Darin's last final was finished at 3:00 that afternoon, and his car was in our garage, when I got home. I'm sure he was packed and ready to go, as soon as he finished.
It was a warm, spring day, and he was out on our patio, wearing just shorts. They hugged his lean, muscled body, and his ass was particularly well defined; it was smooth, rounded and showing above the waistband. He was looking damned good...even his torso had a warm glow in the sun. I just stood there working my eyes, up and down his body, till they focused on the rise in his shorts. It wasn't hard yet, but the manly potential was obvious.
I fought back the urge to yank down his shorts and engulf his big dick. I fantasized about wrapping my lips around it, and feeling the warm, hard flesh, pumping into my mouth; I wanted to take him as deep as my throat would allow, and work it till I could feel his release on my tongue. My hot fantasy got me so fucking horny, I was rock hard and almost leaking precum. Robin wasn't home yet, but I couldn't wait; it was a booty-call moment, and I grabbed the lube.
She had a late meeting and said she'd be home...maybe 5:30 or 6. I knew she was anxious for some, too...but I decided that she'd just have to catch up. When she got home, she clearly had more control than I did, because she decided to just watch.
Coming into the house, she heard an unmistakable groan, a sound that she knew all too well; Then a few seconds later the groaning was louder and coming from the patio. She went to the door and heard Darin moan, "Oh fuck, dude...yeah...yeah, suck that cock...mmmm...suck me!"
She felt the excitement in her chest...and wanted to join in, but she really wanted to watch us fuck.
