Kacy Meris stared down at the lean figure of Todd Ross kneeling between her spread legs, and she felt her entire being quiver. The corners of her small pretty mouth curled softly in a half-smile, affirmation that she liked lying spread beneath a man.
She had always thought Ross gorgeous with his full head of shaggy black hair, his dark narrow eyes, and his chiseled Hollywood-like facial features. All of the girls she knew on campus thought him magnificently handsome, and they lusted almost blatantly for him.
For this evening, though, he was all hers, and she took great delight in that. It didn't matter that she lay half-naked and cramped on the backseat of his rather small foreign-make car, the icy chill of the late night air nipping doggedly at her soft sensitive skin. It didn't even matter to her that she was probably just another notch on his well-used gun. None of it mattered. She was going to soon feel the penetrating heat of a man inside her, and that was more than reward enough.
The pretty co-ed could barely contain her excitement. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. It tingled and trembled in anticipation. Her breathing was quiet, but heated and shallow, and she fought a fierce inner battle for control as she felt herself nearing the edge of consciousness. She did not want to miss a moment of what was about to occur.
A deep sense of restlessness coursed through her as she watched the beautiful young man fumble tediously with the protective rubber. The sudden thought that flashed in her mind chilled her to the bone. It was too awful to even utter, but it lingered strongly as she watched Todd Ross struggle. What if he couldn't get the rubber on? What if he damaged it in his mounting frustration? Certainly, she would not fuck him without it. She was very clear on that in her head.
Her eyes darted away from his fumbling hands, and focused on his face. She wondered if he had the slightest idea of how much she wanted him and needed him at that moment. A long soft sigh escaped her when he finally smiled sheepishly at her, and she realized she had not breathed during those nervous moments.
"Ready," the lanky young man whispered, in a tone that was as much question as it was statement.
He suddenly reminded her of a mere teen nervously embarking upon his first journey into the uncharted realm of a woman. A very different kind of dread gripped her, but she quickly forced the thought from her overworked mind, and nodded.
"Ok...," she nearly groaned, and waiting for the moment that she felt the hardness of him against her. "...go slowly."
"...Ouch!" she cried out suddenly, flinching beneath him. "...A little higher, Todd.... Yeah..., there. Oh, slowly."
Todd Ross could not harness the excitement in his loins. He pushed deep, and he pushed hard, trying to cram every inch he had into the tight, warm depths of the pretty co-ed. Kacy Meris clenched her teeth and winced through his unbridled assault, knowing that it was going to feel better once he was completely inside of her, and his persistent pushing ceased.
She cursed herself silently for having such a tight, unyielding pussy. The few men she had been with had raved most about that, but she doubted that any of them had given a second thought to the excruciating pain she must have felt in the first minutes of intercourse with them. She let out a little moan when she felt Todd Ross slammed his pelvis against hers. He stopped pushing almost instantly. She wiggled beneath him a moment or two later, silently signaling that she was more than ready to fuck.
"Ohhhhh, shit, Kacy," he grunted softly in her ear. "It's so warm.... You're so tight... ... ... .... I'm going to cum."
She vaguely heard the words echo distantly in her head, but she didn't grasp their meaning, until she felt his body stiffen suddenly above her. The young woman's eyes widened, alert and deeply panicked. She began to buck under him, desperately trying to catch up, frantically trying to take advantage of the stone rigid state of the body that hung so still above her.
"Oh, wait for me!" she cried in blind desperation.
It was as if her very words were the trigger to release his molten bullets. His cock expanded inside her, the barrel of his rigid pistol jerked violently, and he shot bullet after bullet into her depths. She could feel the warmth of his sperm through the tip of the protective rubber, but mostly, she felt the deep edge of frustration at trying to prod her body up the insurmountable summit to its own gratification. Todd Ross collapsed heavily, pinning her to the cold leather of the car seat, and the reality of the moment hammered her hard.
"Oooo, shit, Kacy, you are so tight," he breathed heavily, chuckling with a contented measure of accomplishment. "Fan-fucking-tastic."
The words were like a savage slap in the face, a torturous reminder of the cruelty of fate. Kacy Meris blinked hard as if trying to awaken from some imagined nightmare. She felt numb at first, but then, the brooding heat of anger crept into her.
She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at the almost excruciating ache she felt for sexual fulfillment. Instead, she wiggled silently to free herself of the dead weight of him.
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Megan Wolff pressed her long voluptuous body deeper into the night shadows cast upon the patio of the campus recreation hall. She said nothing as she placed her feet in a wide, almost defiant, stance, and smiled amorously at the big man standing before her. It served as a silent invitation to Simon Brune, who watched her with ravenous dark eyes.
She was tall, nearly six feet, and very pretty. Fiery red hair that fell in loose thick waves beyond strong shoulders, big oval blue eyes, and soft pale white skin hinted strongly at her Irish heritage. She was only twenty years of age, but her over-developed body cried "woman, all woman."
Simon Brune almost drooled over the magnificent work of sexual art before him. He let his gaze slide hungrily down her form, and slowly up again over long shapely legs, firm supple thighs, faintly flared hips, and flat tummy. They stopped at the perfect orbs of flesh that ballooned prominently on her chest. Megan Wolff only grinned lasciviously.
Every man she had passed since the age of twelve had taken extreme pleasure in staring at the two gloriously natural gems that were her breasts. With time, and the knowledge of men and sex, she had grown accustomed to the, often lewd but always wondrous stares. The awareness of a man's gaze at her breasts now made her tingle for sex. She was tingling, and she seductively beckoned the young man forward with the mere crook of her finger.
Simon Brune leapt upon her without a second thought, and so began their urgent wrestling. Their mouths clamped together tightly. Their hands roamed blindly, feeling, groping, and pulling recklessly. Brune's hand dove expertly beneath the tight confines of the co-ed's black spandex skirt, and dipped into soggy panties before she could blink. She tore her mouth savagely from his, and gasped hard as she felt long eager fingers plunge into her.
"Ooooooooooo," she moaned playfully, clinging tightly to his neck while parting her legs farther to allow his fingers to wander. "I wanna fuck, Simon. Right here, right now."
"I wanna feel my hard cock between your big tits," the young man countered in deadpan seriousness.
"Yessssss," Megan Wolff hotly agreed, before sinking slowly into a squatting position in front of his tall bulky figure.
She hastily tore open her blouse, and her braless orbs tumbled free, dropping only slightly under their natural weight. She cupped them in her palms in offering, and watched him labor to release the awakening serpent that lived between his legs. It fell heavily into the deep crevice between the two mountains of soft flesh. It pulsed excitedly at the sensation, and was swallowed whole as she pushed herself closer to his sturdy legs.
