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I chuckled as I flipped through my Twitter feed. #godcock? Which one of my conquests had come up with that one?

I glanced down at the cause for my celebrity. Usually it was compared to various farm animals, not deities. Still, hadn't one of the gods gone around ancient Greece and fucked every hot princess he could find? Tonight I was meeting up with a trio from the Sigmas - weren't sororities Greek organizations? Maybe I was following in Zeus' footprints after all.

Yup, I was loving the hell out of college. I'd really come into my own here - no pun intended. High school had been an awkward growing period - okay, pun slightly intended. I'd been a scrawny freshman at the start, not the - let's be honest now - stone cold hunk I was now.

Of course, the girls had changed, too. In my high school, they were all cautious about developing a reputation for being "easy", so you'd have to date for several weeks before the pants ever came off. But most of the coeds I've met treat college as a free pass to go wild. At a few parties, I've gone from total stranger to balls deep in her pussy in under an hour.

Just finding a place to get naked verged on the impossible in high school. There were always parents and siblings at home. It's not like now where the only thing separating you from a bed and privacy is kicking out someone's roommate. (Mine eventually tired of it, so he moved out at semester.)

That reminded me: time to check the laundry room. With guests coming over, I always put clean sheets on the bed. I stood up and pulled a pair of jeans on. The latter was mandatory; the last time I'd walked down the hall in just my underwear, the RA for the floor had written me up for "inappropriate attire". (After we banged atop a washing machine, she downgraded it to a verbal warning.) I do try to be conscientious towards my neighbors.
 
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Taking off my glasses I rubbed my eyes. They were burning from the long hours of studying I had been doing. I glanced at the clock curiously, the sight brought a grimace to my face. I had been at this for four hours. Taking a deep breath I knew I had to take a break.

High school had never been this hard to say the least. I was a straight A honor student. Attended all the clubs, head of a few of them while still managing to have a social life. Looking back on it I have no idea how I did it. I could barely manage to leave my room if it wasn't for class. I had to stand up, stretching completely and eliciting a few pops and snaps on the way.

I glanced at the full length mirror on the wall curiously. I should get out more shouldn't I? I had gone to a few parties while on campus this semester...and I had met a few people but I was way to shy to actually talk to new people. It was easy in high school, I had grown up with everyone from diapers. Having lived in the same small town for the duration of my childhood.

I wasn't bad looking to say the least, at least I didn't think I was..I had a nice sized chest, a small waist, hour glass figure and a flat stomach but every time I tried to talk to someone I became a nervous wreck.

There was supposed to be a party at the sigma house tonight... maybe I would try again. Glancing around I bit my lip, if I was to go to anything tonight I would have to do laundry. Running my fingers over the tight tank top and then adjusting my shorts I nodded to myself. I was presentable....enough. Tossing my red hair up into a messy bun I grabbed my laundry basket I made my way down to the laundry.

 
I held up my damp sheets to inspect. Our dorm's laundry facilities were less than stellar, so it always paid to make sure that the rinse cycle had kicked in. Satisfied that my sheets were merely wet and not doused with detergent, I stuffed them into one of the empty dryers.

As it hummed to life, I turned to go. At the other end of the room was red-haired girl. My natural inclination towards the fairer sex immediately prompted me to brush back my hair and to subtly tighten my abs. (When bare-chested, I like to look my best.) I strolled over to take a closer look.

I was glad I did. This one was a real stunner. A fabulous pair of breasts strained against a frayed tank top that left about four inches of bare midriff exposed. Her shorts below rode high on her thighs and hugged her ass. It looked more like what a girl would wear to bed; her pseudo pajamas were probably the only clean thing she owned - just like any other college student on laundry day.

I thought I knew all the hot girls in the dorm, but I was drawing a blank on this one. I strode within a few yards.

"Laundry day, huh?" Not the most sparkling of openings, but it at least established a connection. "Doing some myself," I continued, nodding in the direction of my dryer.

I then extended a hand. Probably not exactly Emily Post etiquette wise, but I liked to establish physical contact. "I'm Jacob Idris."

Oddly, I didn't get my first vague tug of recognition till the girl looked down at my hand. The angle of her face seemed familiar. I'd seen her before, but apparently when she was looking away from me. Odd. Most girls looked me in the eye and smiled when I passed them in the hall.

"Say, I think I've seen you around. . . do you usually wear glasses?" I inquired.
 
The laundry room was almost always empty so when I heard the voice of anyone but myself. Taking a deep breath I turned around, feeling my chest clench upon seeing who stood before me. It was none other than Jacob Idris. Biting my lip I took a step back glancing down at his hand shyly. "I..." Glancing back up at him I could feel my heart beginning to pound. I had, had a crush on him since we had first met freshman year.

Reaching out I clasped his hand timidly. I felt my knees weaken for a moment before forcing myself to talk. "Yes...Yes I usually wear glasses to read. I'm, Lillian...Lilly for short." With a timid smile I pulled my hand away. "I... know who you are. We started together...and I was at the party last week." Glancing up at him for another moment I tried to force myself not to stare.

He was handsome to say the least and every time he smiled it felt as if my stomach did a flip. "So, laundry...." I muttered staring at his broad chest and then I realized.... I'm practically naked! "Oh!" Taking a step back I tried to cover myself, trembling slightly. A blush covered my face as I looked down at my feet. "Yes... definitely laundry day. I...you're not wearing a shit."

Duh Lilly! Goodness! What was I? A drunk school girl? Listen to me bumbling over my words and sounds horrible. I could feel the red in my cheeks. Tugging shyly at the bottom of my shirt I couldn't help but realize that I was very exposed. I never wore things like that. not out anyway. I was conservative, never showing off to much. I guess that's why I didn't stand out very much.

The ding of the washer almost made my jump out of my skin. Turning around I opened the small door and began to pull out my wet clothing. "So...do you...enjoy your classes this semester?" I called over my shoulder as I leaned into the washer, hoping that the little shorts I word didn't reveal to much. Tossing the last of the clothes into the basket I turned, jumping as I realized he was closer than I remembered and taller. Looking up at him I bit my bottom lip shyly.
 
"Hello, Lilly. What a pretty name," I intoned. "It suits you."

The adorable redhead was clearly unsettled by my presence. The way she kept staring at my chest suggested that played a part. But did that anxiety mean she was attracted to me? Or was she genuinely afraid of being alone with a shirtless guy nearly twice her size?

The buzzer on the washer behind her gave an excuse for her to break eye contact. She spun away and bent over at the waist to reach into the dark bowels of the machine.

My new viewing angle proved fortuitous. Though I doubt she intended it, Lilly's shorts pulled taut over body as she bent over. The snug fit highlighted her plump mound at the juncture of her thighs. I felt a bit of plumpness develop between my own thighs as a result.

Shifting the clothes into her basket required Lilly to take a step back. When she subsequently straightened up and turned back to face me, she was considerably closer to me than before. Thanks to her generous bosom, her tank top was within mere inches from my torso.

"So...do you...enjoy your classes this semester?"

I smiled down at her. From this perspective, I had a small window into some supremely deep cleavage. Given my fondness for the female breast, I found it difficult to believe that I'd overlooked her all this time.

"For the most part, I am. Econometrics is proving to be a lot of work, though." I smiled. "But that's what the weekend is for."

"So what about you? You have more on your schedule than laundry?"
 
I could feel his eyes on me, as if it were as tangible as soft fingers on the skin. His eyes weren't anywhere near mine though I could feel the blush spreading along my chest and cheeks. Did him staring mean he found me attractive? Biting my lip I let a slow smile slide across my face.

"Econometrics...You must have Sullivan." I chuckled. I had managed to scrape by her class months before. Holding the basket against my hip I carefully stepped by him, my eyes timid as I stole another glance as his broad chest. I could almost feel his hard muscles under my fingertips

"So what about you? You have more on your schedule than laundry?"

My heart skipped briefly before stepping up to the dryer. "Me? Well... I spent most of the day studying... Anatomy... but I was thinking of heading to the Segma party..." I bit my lip bending over once more to toss the clothes into the dryer. I could feel his eyes again as I turned around slowly. Leaning against the dryer I glanced down at my bare feet.

"Are you going to the party?" I murmured letting my eyes drift back up to him. Secretly I wondered, what would he do if I kissed him? Made a move? The old Lily wouldn't wait on her shyness to go away so why was I waiting now. Flashing a small smile I hopped up onto the dryer, leaning forward slightly. Maybe I could get him to come to me...

Digging deep I tried to think about high school, to draw out the confidence I once boasted about. With one hand on either side of my thighs I leaned forward, spreading my legs ever so slightly over the edge of the dryer.

"If you're going tonight maybe we could..." I didn't finish the sentence, I was to distracted by the way he was looking at me, the way his pants fell low on his hips to reveal a hint of what might lie there.

Licking my lips slowly I let my eyes slide back up to his, finding that he seemed slightly distracted as well. I only hoped that maybe he was thinking what I was. I wasn't sure what was coming over me but I felt a need burning inside me. I wanted him, almost needed him.
 
"Actually, I'm scheduled to have a small party with some Sigmas tonight," I replied. "Of course, that's not till much later. For now, I'm free."

I tilted my head as I considered my options. Just how much could I handle in one day? Then I grinned. College was supposed to be all about exploring possibilities, right?

"You know, I just put a load in the dryer myself, so looks like I've got an hour to kill. Back in my room, I've got some . . . ." I paused to make a show of looking around as if there might be eavesdroppers, then continued in a hushed whisper, "party supplies for tonight. Shhh! Don't tell the R.A." I winked mischievously at her.

"Anywise, since you're waiting on these same slow ass dryers as I am, why not do it together? C'mon, we can kick back and relax in my place. It's much nicer than this dingy laundry room, I promise."
 
"party supplies for tonight. Shhh! Don't tell the R.A."

Hearing his whisper and seeing his wink I laugh softly, looking down as I did. He actually had a sense of humor and as he invited me back to his room I couldn't help but feel my stomach flip. Sliding off the dryer slowly I smiled up at him. "Alright. I guess the time goes faster when you are sharing it with someone." I grinned. Moving towards him I stopped inches from him. Staring up into his eyes I almost felt dwarfed. He was a good amount taller than myself. Being only 5' 2" it wasn't exactly hard.

"The real question is...." I whispered standing on my toes slightly. "How will we pass the time?" My heart was pounding in my chest,ringing in my ears I almost wondered if he could hear it as well. Taking a deep breath my eyes flitted from his eyes to his lips and back again.

Biting my own lip I flattened down on my feet again, turning as my hands hooked behind my back. "Guess I'll find out in your room... huh?" I cooed over my shoulder. Taking a calming breath I began my trip towards the door, my hips swaying slowly behind me. Smiling to myself I tried to keep my my nervousness at bay.
 
"How will we pass the time?" Lilly stepped closer as she inquired. With most anyone else, she'd have been inches away from me. With Lilly's glorious chest, my midsection felt the firm warmth of her breasts crushed up against me. Watching from on high, I revised my cup size estimate a couple letters deeper into the alphabet. How had I only barely noticed her before?

She was almost certainly flirting with me now. If we'd had history together, I would have dispensed with subtlety - just strip off her shorts and throw her down on the nearest horizontal surface. But I didn't want to risk being too aggressive too soon with someone new. Better to ease into it.

Lilly backed away and sidled towards the laundry room door. "Guess I'll find out in your room... huh?"

I grinned and followed. "Yes. Yes you will."

In the hall, I nodded in the direction of the elevators. To further guide her, I put my arm behind her at the small of her back. With her short tank top, that meant my palm rested on the bare skin just above the base of her spine. I left it there for the ride up to my floor.

As we turned down the hall to my room, I shifted my hand so that my fingers pointed down. Now I was lightly cupping the upper swell of her ass. I left it there just long enough to convey it wasn't accidental, then removed my hand to unlock my door room.

The dorm rooms were all the same nearly square layout. I'd stacked the two single beds as bunk beds to clear up extra floor space by the window. An ancient, overstuffed recliner I'd inherited from my uncle and a dark purple bean bag occupied this makeshift sitting area. Beyond lay the narrow balcony occupied by an folding lounge chair for days when the weather was nice.

"Make yourself at home," I suggested. "I'll mix us a couple drinks." I opened my secret stash of rum and popped open a can of Coke fromthe mini fridge.
 
I walked slowly, allowing him to guide me along as I felt the warmth of his skin against my back. Shivering at the drastic change in tempature I leaned into him slightly.A grin tipped my cheeks before I glanced up at the elevator. I always took the stairs, not being a large fan of elevators I took a step closer, glancing up at him for a moment before looking down with a small smile.

I couldn't believe it. Here I was making my way up to the room of the crush I had from freshman year. Taking a deep breath I felt his hand wander slightly as we cam down his hall. Biting my lip I didn't sift away, enjoying the feel of his fingers against me. I could only imagine what they would feel like if they.... I had to stop myself. Don't get ahead of yourself Lil....

Stepping into his room I glanced around. "I'll mix us a couple drinks." Glancing over my shoulder I nodded with a smile. "Alright." Moving to the window at the balcony I stared out over the view with a chuckled. "You managed a nice view." I cooed. Turning as he came up with the drinks I smiled up at him.

"Thank you." I whispered before speaking quietly. "So...you come here often?" I joked shifting as my shorts fell lower on my hips.
 
"So...you come here often?"

The look in her eyes made clear her double entendre was deliberate. I smiled back. I liked this one.

"Well, it depends on which sense of the word you mean. Since all my stuff is here. . .," I paused to gesture at the rest of the room. ". . . I come here almost daily."

"But if you refer to the more sexual version of the term," I continued, "then I'm afraid the answer would be 'not nearly enough'." I took a sip of my drink to cover my smirk.

"Unfortunately, it's not entirely a joke. Even my doctor thinks my libido runs faster than normal. Something to do with hormones and metabolism, " I shrugged. "Anywise, it just means that my capacity for sex is rather significant - and therefore rarely satisfied."

My mouth tugged upward at the corners. "So how about you, Lilly? How's your love life treating you? Fully satisfied?"
 
Lifting my own glass to my lips I held back a chuckle. He was quick on his feet and he had a good sense of humor. Smiling behind my glass I listened, my eyes wandering over his barely clad form. Glancing back up at his eyes I chuckled at his statement.

"I see I guess you are a handful than." I teased, glancing down to the significant bulge between his strong legs. Glancing back up at him I took another sip of my drink, hoping to hide my own blush.

"Me? " The question threw me off. My love life? Limited....no that didn't describe it at all. Non-existent, yep there was the word for it. My shyness helped with that but my studying and classes did most of the work for me. "It.... leaves much to be desired...with class and finals coming up I haven't really had the time to... partake let alone enjoy lately..." I cooed thinking for a moment. Yep, that sounded less sad than I haven't had the guts to ask you out or have sex with you since I started college. Yep, much better.

"But... I have a feeling that will be changing in the near future." I teased, half hoping I was right.
 
"It.... leaves much to be desired...with class and finals coming up I haven't really had the time to... partake let alone enjoy lately..."

My memory of her had begun to coalesce since we'd been talking. I had seen her before on multiple occasions. But there was a reason why my recollection featured her jawline: she always turned her face away when I passed. Additionally, her emphasis on studying explained why I'd never noticed her magnificent breasts: I couldn't recall ever seeing her without a book or backpack clutched to her chest. Toss in the glasses and you had your standard "gorgeous bookworm who doesn't realize how beautiful she is."

Still, I resisted the urge to chuckle as she bemoaned her lack of a love life. While her reflexive shyness towards me when passing one another in the hall had been sufficient to disguise her appeal from me, there were almost certainly men she saw for more than a few seconds at a time. Those guys were likely somewhat awestruck by her sex appeal. Had she even thought to crook her finger in their direction, she'd have had as much sexual activity as she cared to.

But for some reason, girls like her never did. I supposed that we must all be a bit blind to such truths about ourselves.

"That seems an almost criminal waste of such sexual potential," I replied. My free hand casually drifted down to her waist. My fingertips rested on the upper curve of her hip as my thumb stroked her skin above the waistline of her shorts.

"I'm tempted to offer to . . . fill. . . your desires," I continued, letting the briefest of smiles indicate my intentional double entendre. "But I worry that I might not be the right man for the job. . . . Or to be more precise, that I might be too much man for it."

I paused to let my words sink in a moment. "You see, as outsized as my libido is, I'm afraid my. . . to put it delicately, my equipment. . . is even more so. It might well be too much for you to handle."

My approach seemed at first blush almost counter-intuitive, but empirical experience supported its efficacy. Women seemed to expect men to be perennially eager to have sex with them because we men almost invariably are. So for a man to express reluctance instead tends to intrigue them.

Moreover, everyone has a contrarian impulse to prove their doubters wrong. Having suggested that she might not be ready for me, I hoped Lilly might instinctively seek to demonstrate otherwise.
 
Reflexively I took a step forward, goosebumps touching my skin as his hand came to rest on my side. With a small smile I couldn't help but chuckle. Reaching out I let my fingers brush his stomach. "I've... never come across a challenge I haven't taken." I cooed playfully. I enjoyed the back and forth playfulness.

Standing before him I wondered how many he had taken into this very room and sweet talked. The idea didn't exactly turn me off, more so peaked my curiosity. Standing on my toes I leaned up, "But are you willing to let my try my hand at such a challenge?" I cooed playfully, my lips inches from his. My heart was pounding, my fingers running along his stomach to stop above his waistline, my hand flat against the smooth skin there.

I could feel his muscles under my fingertips, could see the muscles in his arms. I had never taken the time to look so closely at him before. He was definitely strong. He looked to be the kind of person that could pick me up as if it I weighed nothing. Taking a deep breath I leaning forward on my toes, pressing my chest against him for a moment. I wanted him, it was obvious in everyway but did he want me? He seemed to by the way he was acting but I wanted to be sure.
 
But are you willing to let me try my hand at such a challenge?"
Lilly inquired. She then tilted forward on her toes. We were standing fairly close already, so this pushed her tank top against my torso. I could feel the warmth of her breasts through the fabric.

Yes, she was definitely game for this. I decided to put her to the test.

I took her glass from her and set it aside. I then reached for my jeans and unfastened the snap. I slowly tugged on the zipper, using sufficient pressure to make each click of the teeth audible.

I took Lilly's wrist by the hand and guided it into my boxers. I maintained eye contact as I watched her reaction. Girls never failed to be shocked when they realized just how thick I was, even when flaccid.

I chuckled as her eyes widened. "You are going to need both hands for this challenge."
 
I smiled as he took my wrist, my fingers trembling. My hand slipped slowly beneath the fabric of his boxers to grasp carefully at his girth. With a gasp and wide eyes I glanced down at the girth I held in my hand. It was bigger than anything I had seen before. With a blush warming my face I glanced back up at him only to find Jacob staring back at me.

With a chuckle I leaned up, brushing my lips against his before kissing him slowly. "I can use more than my hands." I cooed playfully. Very carefully I began to run my fingers along his girth, using both hands to caress and rub his member to full stance.

Pulling back I knelt down, pushing his pants over his hips along with his boxers. Looking up at him a smile twitched against my lips before I kissed his tips wondering how he would react.
 
Lilly had to crane her neck up to reach my lips. Hers tasted faintly of rum.

"I can use more than my hands." she teased. Meanwhile she shoved my jeans down over my hips. They slipped over my muscled thighs and pooled about my ankles.

I found it rather amusing how eager she was. Apparently beneath her demure bookworm exterior lurked a lusty wildcat.

"Use whatever you like, sweet cheeks," I returned. I considered stripping her down as well, but it was too much fun watching her explore. I decided to wait and see.

Lilly pushed my boxers down to my thighs. The elastic waistband kept it from sliding further, but she'd exposed a few inches of the base of my cock; the bulk of it lay thinly concealed beneath the dark cotton.

Her hands still caressed my shaft and I was beginning to plump up. It takes aa bit of time for something that large to get hard, but it was already thick enough to dwarf her tiny hands. I hoped she'd beas enthused when it reached full size.
 
Looking up at him I couldn't help but blush. Looking at his girth I tried to calm myself. I had never had anything so big before. My mouth was small to say the least so I would have to be creative this time. Carefully I pulled it out completely, my eyes gazing on the monterous size. Taking a deep breath I leaned forward, taking the head into my mouth though I had to strain to get it in.

Glancing up at him I took my time, running my hand along his length and using my other to grasp tenderly at the sensitive skin beneath. Sucking for just a moment I closed my eyes. This would be a handful, no pun intended. Pullilng my head back I licked my lips. I think at this point I had bitten off more than I could swallow.

I stared at the growing problem before me, realizing he was almost at full mast. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth as far as I could, just barely managing to get the head back in without grazing my teeth. Very carefully I began to inch down, letting my hands do most of the work as I rubbed and massaged up his length. He was a mouth full to say the least. Taking a deep breath I tried desperately to get half of him in my mouth before I felt him hit the back of my throat. Taking a another deep breath I began to bob my head, allowing my tongue to run along his warm skin. I was getting the handle on his girth as my hand moved in time with my mouth.

I tried not to smile as I saw the look in his eyes. I had seen it before. The look of someone enjoying what they saw. Besides, I couldn't imagine many would be willing to suck him after seeing his size. I know I might be a little doubtful of trying this again. I'd be afraid of lockjaw.
 
II watched Lilly with amusement as she beheld my growing cock. She clearly was a bit stunned by the size. However, she had sufficient moxie not to let herself be cowed by it. An extra point for attitude in my book.

Lilly gamely tried to suck on it, but soon she was outmatched. Her petite frame included a petite head with a petite mouth, so fitting the swelling glans inside proved a considerable challenge. It was all she could do to give my knob a nice tongue bath.

"I certainly appreciate the effort," I commented after a couple minutes. "But I think at this rate that either you'll choke or I'll get nipped - a bad result either way. Just ease off it and we'll try something else."

I pointed down to her shorts. "Let's slip those off and see what happens."
 
With a small smile I looked up at him. "I tried." I chuckled before giving his tip a small kiss. Standing up I hooked my fingers under the soft fabric of my shorts. With a small push I let them fall off of my hips, revealing my black and lace thong. With a shy smile I stepped out of the shorts, kicking them to the side.

Stepping forward I let my fingers touch his stomach. "I'm curious to see if you know how to wield such a weapon." I could feel finger tips across my skin as he reached for me, causing a shiver to run slowly down my spine. I was a little discouraged that I hadn't really been able to satisfy him with my mouth as it had become somewhat of my trade mark but oh well, live and learn. I was interested in seeing what he had in mind next.
 
I reached between her thighs. My fingertips slipped along her thong, teasing the labia beneath. Eventually I cupped her entire crotch in my palm.

It took only a couple steps to back her against the nearest wall. I flexed my arm, my bicep bulging as I lifted her slightly. Lilly balanced on her tiptoes, the bulk of her weight now on my palm between her thighs.

I felt the warmth of her crotch seep into my hand. I waited till she met my gaze again, then leaned in close till my erection leaned against her bare belly.

"Lilly, I intend to take that big cock right there and bury it inside you. But first you have to tell me that's what you want me to do. I want you to say it. Say it."
 
His fingers were gentle against my center, warmth slowly radiating across my hips and up my stomach. Goosebumps touched my skin and as he backed me up I soon felt the cold wall against my back. My lips parted, my eyes widening as he began to lift me. I could feel the warmth of his girth against my bare stomach and I balanced carefully on my tiptoes. I could tell her was strong but I had no idea how strong until now.

I glanced down at his long member before biting my lip, my eyes wandering back to his.

"Say it."

I felt the shiver run down my spine at the words. I felt small, weak, dominated all at the same time. Never had I felt this way and I loved it. The thought surprised me. Taking a deep breath I leaned up, straining to brush my lips against his as he held me against the wall.

"I want you to fuck me....no... I need you to." I whispered softly against his lips, my heart pounding in my chest.
 
"I want you to fuck me....no... I need you to."

I grinned wolfishly at her. I had expected her consent, but she was practically yielding to me before my eyes. Excellent.

I let her slide back down the wall till her feet touched the floor. "Now you just have to tell me how you want it," I said, fondling her pussy with my fingertips. "I can go over there and let you straddle me, so you can ride me as easy as you like. Or I can bend you over and fuck you so hard your teeth rattle."

I licked my lips. "I won't lie - it'll probably hurt some either way. You just have to decide whether you want a little. . . or a lot."

I stepped back and withdrew my hand from her crotch. "Now take off those the panties."
 
I was almost panting as he let me down, my hips pressing down against his hand as I took a step forward from the wall. "I've never been keen on being on top... I don't like that much control.." I teased though my hands were shaking. I had never felt so hot and bothered before.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my thong slowly over my hips, revealing my smooth, shaved center. With a small smile I bit my lip. "Why don't you show me what you've got..." I cooed playfully.

I looked him slowly, my fingers playing with the bottom of my top as I tried to calm my pounding heart and the butterflies in my stomach.
 
"I've never been keen on being on top... I don't like that much control.."

It wasn't quite a definitive request to be fucked hard, but it was close enough for my purposes. "Bend over," I commanded.

This time I didn't wait for compliance. My hand gripped her by the shoulder and pushed her forward. I had both height and mass on my side, so she tipped forward almost immediately.

I glanced between her slender thighs. Bending over thrust her naked pussy towards me. Her delicate folds were tinged pink and glistened with moisture. Excellent.

I hauled my throbbing cock into line. The head dwarfed her cute little snatch. The very idea that I could fit something the size of aa clenched fist through that slender portal seemed ludicrous. But that didn't dissuade me..

I pushed the tip forward into her vagina until the blunt glans began to stretch her a bit, making her gasp. "Last chance, Lilly," I warned. I was lying, of course. I didn't let a girl rev me up like this and leave me hanging. But I enjoyed hearing them beg.
 
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