Chapter 2
I was shocked by my wife's suggestion that her 18 year old sister could serve as my side-pussy while my wife recuperated from childbirth and got used to her duties as a young mom. I was definitely not put-off of course. It honestly would have been insincere to claim that I'd never looked at my wife's family with a lustful and speculative eye.
After all, Sophia was a top notch bitch, a woman who'd opened herself to me and let herself be turned into my perfect piece of fuckmeat. And here were three near doppelgängers who it was hard not to imagine might be subject to the same psychological and hormonal urges that had caused her to let me bareback grudge fuck her inexperienced freshman pussy the very night we met.
Less than an hour after starting to flirt with her I'd taken her unceremoniously up against the wall of the well lit hallway in the frat house where we'd been attending the same party. She wasn't of drinking age and so was supposed to be the designated driver & chaperone for other girls from her dorm. Meanwhile I'd had the better part of a fifth of bourbon which did nothing to interfere with my charm however, nor my desire to meet sexy new freshman friends.
And so I rapidly had her pressed against me on the makeshift dance floor. After the liquor I was too uninhibited to worry about whether she'd have any naïve objections to my sliding my hand up under her skirt and taking a meaty handful of her thong clad ass in each fist and replacing our clumsy dance with my rhythmically grinding her pussy mound against the fat bulge in my jeans. Once her eyes were rolling up in her head and I could smell the wafting perfume of drenched pussy rising up from her increasingly swampy gash, I'd led her off the dance floor.
She looked glazed, dick drunk without having yet taken a single thrust. I pushed her back to the wall, stuck my tongue down her throat and yanked her thong down in practically the same motion. She jiggled her legs to let it fall around her ankles, giving me a clear sign that any resistance in her otherwise sober mind had fallen ways away. I shoved two fingers into her and she bucked in place pinned between my larger frame and the wall behind her. She was oblivious to the people walking past us at intermittent intervals--probably on their way to more private assignations. Myself, I didn't care about anyone else, this curvy little firecracker needed fucking & I intended to rock her world and fuck her snatch til her eyes bugged out of her head and she pled for mercy. She was just lucky I wasn't doing it on the lawn.
I whispered into her ear while licking the side of her face, marking her with the musk of my saliva while my fingers swiveled away in her snug little box. "You felt how big my cock is?" She moaned and nodded her assent frantically, spreading her thighs wider. "Well you've got a tight little pussy girl, I'm gonna loosen you up a little, and then I'm gonna remodel you." She groaned and her abdomen and pelvis spasmed around my digits, she'd cum in under a minute of being finger fucked.
I bit her neck, starting the bruise of a hickey, causing more ratcheting of her hips and more flowing pussy juices to coat my fingers and wrist. I gingerly inserted a third finger and started stretching them apart.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I rocked my hand back and forth. She gasped a reply instantly, "Not any more sir."
She sounded far away. Her hands were balled into spasmodically clenching little fists in my jacket. I'd slid a hand up the back of her and had her bra unclasped. Now I was rolling one of her jugs in my palm and tweaking her nipple. Someone else walked by us but this girl was too far gone to care. Transported to a realm where only her cunt and erogenous zones existed. This was the moment to lower the boom on her. With a little gymnastics I liberated my python from my pants.
I glided it under her gash and was bathed in an impressive gout of lubricating fuck honey. I bent my knees to get clearance to angle the head upwards into the drenched mouth of her fucktunnel. Her inner lips closed around my glans like a kiss and she suddenly looked straight into my eyes, panicked and excited by the girthy intruder I was about to wedge into her. Her voice was a plaintive air hungry whisper: "Fuck me sir, fuck me so hard, please"
I rocked my hips upward and drove half my length into her. She wailed and I started humping her in earnest. Her ankles were almost immediately locked behind my back, and my hands had vice grips on her buttcheeks to help hold her up. Gravity had forced her pelvis to accept my length and her head lolled from side to side, her mouth panting like a marathon runner and her breasts heaving against my pecs
I worked my middle finger between her cheeks and up against her taut little rosebud. Pressing against it and relaxing in time with my hips. Meanwhile I whispered a steady stream of demeaning encouragement into her ears, half-gone on bourbon and talking to her like she was one of my regular sluts instead of some raw freshman I'd harpooned on a whim. "That's it bitch, take that fat cock you little whore, let me stuff your fuck pocket till you burst. Show me you've got talent fuckmeat. Show me your worth a drop of my piss, let alone my spunk"
With the copious flow of her fuck-goo my finger was slick enough to drive the first knuckle through the ring of her sphincter. She shook like she'd been tasered and came so hard she seemed to stop breathing.
I kept pounding her though, fixated on draining my balls into her tight and receptive cock slot.
"Gimme that pussy bitch. Gimme that pussy. This pussy mine now. So you better give it up slut. Don't fight what you can't beat. Give it up bitch. Give me what's mine! Is this pussy mine or not?!"
She was so winded I was surprised she bothered to try and answer. "Oh yes! Oh God yes! It's yours. It's all yours. Aiieeeee."
I forced more of my finger in her rear entry and she squeezed me tighter with her thighs, drenching me with a torrent of girl juice. She said later that this was her first time with anything in her ass and her first time squirting. All I knew at the time was that her tight pussy and lewd surrender were incredibly hot. And so I thrust myself home again and started cumming deep inside her. I could feel the opening of her cervix jammed flat against the head of my prick and it seemed like her deepest recess was gulping down my spend as fast as I poured it into her.
I kissed her deeply, tongue raping her tonsils. I let my cock slide out of her and I kissed her again more gently this time. I realized I still had my finger housed in her asshole. I pulled it free and brought it up to her face. She looked hesitant, but without needing to be told she opened her mouth and gingerly took my digit between her full lips. She sucked it hard while swirling her tongue around it. My other hand squeezed her breast firmly all the while and I stared into her eyes that met mine unblinking and astonished. I could tell this hot little fuck had never imagined that someone could have her like I just had. I felt proud, though still pretty tipsy.
My digit thoroughly cleaned I held it against her lips, effectively silencing her. I reached down between her legs and grabbed her thong. It was insufficient to truly clean myself with but I swiped as much of our slime off myself as I could. Then I balled it up and pressed it into the gape of her vagina. Her thighs closed around my hand holding the sticky wad in place. I leaned in and kissed her ear above where I'd given her the love bite that was already blossoming in a constellation of broken blood vessels.
I whispered "It's hotter if we leave without learning each others names." I gave her a soft peck on her lips and turned to go rinse my dick and find some more bourbon.
That might have been the end of it, the party got shut down a half hour later or so, I went back to a lady friends place and took a shower with her and sprayed my load up her ass before her smaller dicked boyfriend came home, and I went back to my place before midnight.
But around 10am the next day I was awakened by a knock on the door. I answered in my boxers. Staring up at me was the little freshman I'd turned out in the hallway the night before. She had a cup of coffee and a bag for a pastry in her hand.
"Hi, can I come in?"
