Samantha couldn’t possibly be more aroused as she kissed Marc and ran her hands through his curly brown hair. She had met Marc at the Pig and Whistle earlier that night and decided to let the young man take her home after he showed off for her in front of his friends.
“You two girls need to do a shot with us!” Marc belted at Samantha and her friend, Melissa, as they loitered near the bar, waiting for someone to notice them. The girls had gone out in the Marina with several of their female friends and the name of the game was free fun.
How many free drinks can you get?
Can you get a free ride to the bar?
Free pizza?
There was only one rule to the game; no purses. The they would leave the dorms just off Anza street wearing their outfits with an identification tucked in their bra and nothing else.
No cash, no card, no nothing!
One of the girl’s kept a guy in the friendzone who had a car in order to use his as a taxi service.
“Joe-wee! Will you drive us to U Town, puh-leeeze?” She’d whine to the poor boy.
“Are you going to be safe? Let me know if you feel unsafe!” Joe would demand as he chauffeured the carload of scantily girls off to meet more acceptable men.
“You’re such a good guy, Joe!” One would say.
“Why can’t I find a good guy like you?” Melissa would plead.
“I AM a guy like me!” Joe would explain but the girls were already rushing off to get inside the bar.
The girls hated how they had to show up to the bar sober but it cost money to buy alcohol at the liquor store and that wasn’t part of the game. This is why Marc and his offer to buy shots was met with such enthusiasm.
“Yeah we’ll do some shots!” Samantha cheered.
“Jägermeister!” Marc shouted at the bartender while flashing him four fingers to indicate the number of shots he wanted.
The shots arrived and they went down fast.
“Again?” Marc demanded.
“Oh, I don’t know if I can do another so quickly!” Melissa pleaded as she washed down the shot with a sip of Jack and Diet Coke that another boy had bought her a few moments prior.
The boy that had bought her the drink look over at the girls regretfully. He had shown initiative, but this Marc fellow peacocked his way into their attention with his loud yelling and arrogant gestures.
“You gotta have another shot! I’m buying, you’re drinking!”
The night went on like this until it was last call.
“Let’s get a cab!” Marc announced, holding Samantha by the arm and ushering her outside. Apparently, Marc had decided that he was taking the girl home and that was exactly the kind of initiative Samantha wanted. She didn’t want some guy to humbly ask her permission to accompany him to his apartment where he’d awkwardly try to get her in the sack. No; that simply wouldn’t do.
“Wait, where do you live?” Samantha asked.
The question implied she was definitely leaving with him unless he said something ridiculous like he lived an hour away in Mountain View or over the bridge in Oakland.
“We live right here, in the Marina!” He boasted. “It’s just too far to walk in those heels you got on… but don’t worry… you’ll be out of your heels soon enough!”
Samantha found this acceptable and allowed Marc to continue controlling the situation. She and Melissa were ushed into a cab with Marc and another boy named Tyler who had successfully impressed the girl. Melissa’s stud looked exactly like Marc; young, twenty-something, stylish, and, probably, coder bros. The kind of guys who belong to an expensive gym and talk about their exercise routine to people who don’t particularly care. The kind of guys who lease an expensive car or name drop constantly.
As Samantha sat in the backseat, Marc was already pawing at her. He used the pretext of holding her hand to rub his bicep against the side of her breast. She noticed how he flexed the muscle before not too subtly pushing against her flesh that bounced inside of her revealing top at every pothole the driver hit. Marc’s eyes were lazer focus down her blouse. He was trying to kiss her, but Samantha wanted to wait until they arrived. She was quite horny and didn’t want to stop once they started.
While Marc awkwardly fondled her, she noticed the boy Melissa was returning with, Tyler, whom was sitting in the front of the cab, had reached backward, presumably to hold Melissa’s hand.
Oh that’s sweet! Samantha thought. Until she realized Tyler had rejected Melissa’s outstretched hand and was attempting to crawl his fingers into the leg-holes of her jumper to insert his fingers in her vagina. Melissa seemed perfectly fine with the sex act in front of her friend and scooted forward to the delight of the boy. Marc and Samantha watched as he stuffed his fist up the garment and, after a bit of trial and error, managed to get a finger inside of her pussy. Samantha could both hear the manipulation within her friend’s orifice in addition to smelling the sweet pungent odor of her well lubricated pussy.
Watching the girl get fingered emboldened Marc who, to his dismay, wouldn’t be able to touch Samantha’s pussy in the car, due to her tight fitting jeans. However, he would no longer be denied kissing her, which Samantha allowed since the bar had already been set at vaginal penetration in the moving vehicle by her classy friend, Melissa.
Despite the backseat being transformed into Caligula’s Palace, the taxi driver continued like nothing was happening. He had probably seen far more depraved acts, possibly even that night. Within a few minutes of Melissa’s gynecological exam, they arrived at their destination. Tyler paid the taxi driver with the same hand he had used to finger Samantha’s friend. The driver seemed less than pleased, but still took the bills. As soon as he exited the taxi, Tyler offered his fingers for Marc to smell, which he did in a disgusting fashion. Had Samantha not been rather drunk, she might have felt annoyance in the man she had just kissed smelling Melissa’s vagina, second hand.
As the foursome walked up to the stoop, Samantha noticed that she was only four or five blocks away from her frequent fuck-buddy, Jason’s apartment. She had met Jason in a posh bar, downtown, during her sophomore year in college when she would flash her, obviously, fake id to bouncers who would let the foxy nineteen year old in, even if she had a library card displaying her age. Jason was much older than she was, probably in his early thirties, but she had never cared enough to ask his exact age. He was tall and attractive, dressed exceedingly well and spoke with confidence. She also absolutely loved his gorgeous apartment.
Marc must have money too, since he lives in this nice part of the Marina! Samantha thought.
The foursome stumbled into the lovely apartment and the girls got on the couch while Marc and Tyler rummaged around the refrigerator, whispering to each other while loudly opening cans of cheap beer. They returned with two open beers and nothing for the girls, but they didn’t care. Samantha and Melissa had come back to their apartment for something other than booze.
Tyler practically mounted Melissa on the couch and began kissing her passionately. Marc followed suit and put his hand up Samantha’s top and proceeded to roughly fondle her breasts. His hand was freezing cold from the beer can and Samantha suffered the chilly fingers roughly pinching and twisting her nipples.
Just take out his dick and he’ll stop! Samantha said to herself.
She tried to reach for his belt, but Marc was far too preoccupied with Samantha’s bra as he fumbled to unhook it. What Marc didn’t know was that her bra hooked on the front and his efforts only made him look foolish. Eventually, he gave up just went back to kissing the girl, which was something he was actually doing well.
This is an improvement, but I want that dick! Samantha cheered in her own head.
Marc’s hands had warmed up and he felt her more gently, which Samantha also appreciated. She had forgotten about Melissa for a moment, being engrossed in her own sexual encounter until she heard her friend moan as the boy roughly fingered her on the couch while he sucked on one of the breasts he had exposed by halfway removing her jumper. A few moans later and the boy finally had the genius idea of taking Melissa into his bedroom to fuck her privately.
As they left the couch, Samantha was feeling more comfortable with Marc and was starting to become anxious, wanting to know what his penis looked like.
I hope I like it! She thought.
Samantha could feel that her pussy was wet and, just as long as Marc’s penis was acceptable, she was certain that she could achieve an orgasm riding, provided he allowed her to get on top and handle her business.
Suddenly, a hand roughly gripped her by the arm and yanked her.
“Oww!” Samantha yelled.
It was Melissa. She had returned her breasts back inside the jumper and she was angry.
“We’re leaving, right now!” She said, exasperated.
Samantha was instantly alarmed.
“What did he do to you?” Samantha accused. She looked over Melissa’s shoulder and saw Tyler. He was partially undressed and babbling something over and over.
“It’s not a big deal! Why is this such a big deal?” He pleaded.
“Oh! It’s a big deal!” Melissa retorted.
Meanwhile, Marc had stopped kissing Samantha and seemed to be on the road to accepting that his hook-up was not going to happen either.
“What is going on!” Samantha demanded.
“I’ll show you!” Melissa responded, and pulled her up.
Melissa led Samantha through the door of what she thought was Tyler’s room. As soon as she crossed the transom, Samantha saw what had infuriated Melissa. It seemed the boys didn’t have a large, spacious apartment at all. It was a one bedroom.
“Bunkbeds!?!?” Samantha screamed, exasperated while looking at not one, but two bunkbeds that took up the majority of the space in the tiny bedroom.
“Oh it gets better! Look!” Melissa complained while pointing at the top of one of the bunks.
At first Samantha didn’t see anything, then the bedsheets moved. There was a twenty-something year old guy sleeping in the top bunk. On further inspection, there was a second boy in the bottom of the other bunk, no less than five feet away.
“Close the fuckin’ door!” one of the sleeping boys yelled from underneath the blankets.
“They thought we would fuck them… in the same room… in their bunkbeds… with two other guys sleeping in there!”
Samantha roared laughing. At first she was disappointed she wasn’t going to be having sex but now she just found it funny.
“Rent is like forty-five hundred a month here!” Marc nervously explained. “With utilities it’s, like, twelve hundred each to just live here!”
Samantha just rolled her eyes. The boys should go live in the Richmond, or even Oakland, if it’s too pricey in the Marina. One thing she wasn’t going to do was attempt her orgasm by riding Marc on the bottom bunk with four other people in the room. Especially if one of those people was Melissa, screaming in her theatrically exaggerated sexual moans, done purely for the benefit of the guy.
After hearing Marc’s pathetic explanation for his apartment looking like a summer camp for financially destitute frat boys, Samantha was no longer amused and ceased laughing.
“Eww!” Samantha retched at the boys.
Then, without another word, the two girl’s walked, arm in arm, out of the apartment, leaving the boys without so much as a goodbye.
“I’m going to text Joey to pick us up,” Melissa said while typing on her phone.
“Just have him pick you up. I’m walking to Fuckboy Jason’s place. It’s just down Broderick,” Samantha replied. She had renamed him ‘Fuckboy’ so her friends wouldn’t know she still had feeling for him, and could attribute her drunken desire to see him as nothing more than an exquisite booty call.
“Ugh! I’m so horny! Why don’t I get to have sex with anyone!” Melissa complained.
“You could fuck Joey,” Samantha offered, sarcastically.
“Eww!” Emily returned, giggling. “I don’t really see him as a guy. He’s a car… and sometimes food.”
They both laughed.
“Well, wait with me until Joey gets here! I’ll make him drop you off!” Melissa whined as she childishly tugged at Samantha’s top.
“Fine,” Samantha agreed and pulled a cigarette out of her purse. Melissa stole drags as they sat on a stoop a block away from the house they just left and made fun of the boys and their living situation. They had chosen to walk just out of sight so the boys wouldn’t look out of their window, see the girls still there, and make another attempt to lure them inside for sex in their crowded bedroom.
“Those were dorm beds! They probably stole them from USF!”
“I saw a Berkeley poster. They stole them from Berkeley!” Melissa laughed. “Besides, dorm beds are so small! You cannot have sex on them… and I think that was intentional!”
“You can totally have sex on those bed! We had lots at Gillson Hall,” Samantha grinned proudly.
The girls cuddled each other on the steps in order to share body heat. Just across the bay, it was a hot summer night, but not in the city. Samantha was very happy that she was upgrading from Marc to Jason. She had been searching for an amazing man for as long as she could remember and she had only been disappointed, most recently by Marc. At one point of time, she thought Jason was the man of her dreams but the affair quickly fizzled when she realized the mature man in his thirties had no interest in spending time with her friends or on campus.
Maybe when I graduate, he’ll want to be with me? Samantha hoped.
The truth was, Jason did like the girl, but he knew that dating her would be impossible. She would be out, dancing on tables in daring outfits and he’d have to choose to either spend an inordinate amount of time reliving his college days with people a decade his junior or allow the girl to go out, night after night, without him. Fortunately for Jason, the consolation prize was receiving text messages from Samantha at two in the morning with requests to deliver herself via taxi for drunken sex.
That night, Jason had gone out with his friends to a handful of bars, but went home an hour before Samantha had texted. He was sitting on his couch, eating leftovers, watching a show he had already seen. Little did he know he’d soon be fucking a girl he already dated.
You up? Samantha texted.
Yeah, come over. He responded, already knowing her intentions.
He then turned off the television and jumped in the shower.
About ten minutes after he had dried off, Jason received another text from Samantha.
Downstairs.
Jason walked down the steps of his apartment in his flipflops and gym clothes and saw the girl, loitering just outside the metal gate. He pushed open the gate and she immediately lunged into him to kiss. Jason could taste the fruity alcohol on her breath mixed with cigarette smoke. He took her into the elevator opposed to walking up the steps so she wouldn’t have to climb in her heels. They continued kissing in the elevator until they reached his floor. Upon entering Jason’s apartment, Samantha smiled.
“Did you ever consider getting bunk beds?” she asked.
“What? No. Why?” Jason puzzled.
“No reason,” the girl smiled and then shimmied off her jeans.
Jason grabbed the girl and spun her to the bed. Samantha had such lovely long legs that she loved to wrap around Jason. With her legs tightly around his waist, constricting him like a boa, Jason whipped off his t-shirt and leaned in to kiss the girl. He touched her face while they kissed and Samantha melted. She remembered why she had fallen for him. She pushed away in order to escape from her top and press her skin against the man. As she pressed into him, Samantha relaxed her hips allowing Jason to slide her thong off her body. Even though it was very much the style to be completely hairless, Samantha maintained a lovely full strip of hair that peaked into a neat point just above the hood of her clitoris. It was maybe three inches in length but was a stunning reveal every time Jason saw the lovely tuft. The edges were always so meticulously groomed on her flat, toned tummy offset by the twin juts of her hipbones. Every edge was perfectly straight and the length of each tiny strand was exactly the same. It had more the feel of the putting green on the eighteenth hole at Augusta, than untrimmed pubes. The truth of the matter was Samantha spent a fortune on the tuft, splurging on expensive laser hair removal treatments and professional waxing at the spa twice a month. She had once read somewhere it was healthier than being bald but she really just enjoyed the men’s reaction.
Now completely naked, Samantha pushed Jason onto his back and helped him pull off his boxers. Samantha’s pussy was slick with anticipation. She knew how to get herself off every time but she needed to be in complete control.
With Jason on his back, Samantha climbed onto his hips then reached underneath herself to guide his cock inside of her slippery hole. Jason’s cock was a very nice size and shape; it was perfect for Samantha. Jason also knew what to do in order to facilitate Samantha’s pleasure; absolutely nothing. After dozens of times with the girl in bed, Samantha had instructed him to let her do all the work because it would guarantee her orgasm. After which, he could fuck her anyway he pleased. Samantha began slowly rising and falling on the thick cock while leaning slightly forward in order to have the head plow into her g-spot over and over. Samantha didn’t even need to touch her clitoris, she was capable of having multiple vaginal orgasms with her refined technique.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she breathed, building up for her first climax.
The ideal way for Samantha to reach her orgasm also involved the penis not being stuffed into a condom and this was a huge issue for the girl. If things had gone differently, and it was Marc’s penis inside of her and not Jason’s, it would, most likely, be inside a condom. With the head covered, Samantha found it difficult to get the right friction inside of her pussy. She couldn’t easily find that perfect spot and just camp out there, perfectly angled slide after slide until she was tumbling into her explosion of pleasure. Then, much like a sneeze that turns into multiple sneezes, before her orgasm would end, she would start another, and another, and another. Samantha could make herself cum for over a minute and it was the most gratifying experience.
Jason laid on his back, concentrating. On top of him was a tall, beautiful college girl, in mid-orgasm, impaled by his dick. He knew his job; do not ejaculate, no matter how pleasurable the sex became, and it was a difficult job. This was one of the main reasons that Samantha kept coming back to him; she was yet to find a replacement, whom she trusted inside of her without a condom, who could perform every time.
“No, Melissa, having a guy cum in you is the best!” Samantha had argued to her friend.
“I just don’t want to let them… I mean… condoms suck, but I’m more comfortable if they pull out and finish on my boobs or back; just not anywhere near my hair,” her friend explained.
“No Melly… Inside… It’s just… ugh… yummm!! And after… ooh… so satisfying! Ugh! I love it!” Samantha retorted.
Samantha had lots of sex but, as most young women found, college boys fell into two categories; jackhammers or jellyfish. The jackhammers wanted to fuck her like they were making a pornographic movie; repetitive hard thrusts until they ejaculated on her face, which Samantha found both disgusting and an annoyance to clean as the semen invariable got in her hair. The jellyfish men, on the other hand, would either get stage fright and not get hard enough to do anything. If the jellyfish men overcame their fears, they’d last maybe a minute, sometimes much less, before they were cumming and the sex was over, leaving her completely unsatisfied. Then there would be the endless annoyance of their shameful explaining.
“This has never happened to me before! Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready again!” they’d beg.
If given the choice, Samantha supposed she prefer the jackhammer over the jellyfish, but, to her, that was like preferring a bad hair day over feeling fat. Still, what she truly wanted was a man with a nice thick cock who could control himself and his ejaculations. Someone like Jason where she was guaranteed to have her orgasm. The main reason she sought out so many sexual partners was she had the magical recipe to orgasm which was incredibly rare for a girl her age. She shared this knowledge with her closest friends and many of them claimed to be able to orgasm just as easily, provided they had the correct partner. However, Samantha knew this was untrue and the girls were just being insecure. Every one of them had previously disclosed to her how they had either never orgasmed or did so very rarely. Melissa had told her she could only orgasm in the beautiful marble tub, at her parent’s home in Connecticut, with her waterproof rabbit-style vibrator. But she could only achieve an orgasm after an hour long ceremony of calming herself while soaking in the tub with soft music, candles, and meditation before she even switched the toy on. Everything had to be perfect for her to have a single, precious orgasm. The shades needed to be drawn a certain way in the bathroom. No one could be home. Even the dog had to be put in the yard as it tended to scratch at the base of the door if he heard her whimpered moaning while holding the toy deeply inside of her pussy so the tiny arm of the rabbit could press hard against her clitoris. There was something about the way the tiny arm danced on her little button underwater that didn’t quite feel the same in her bed. The water allowed her to use more pressure, yet, somehow, would slightly subdue the pulsations to the perfect rate of fluttering. She would sit cross-legged in the tub in order to hold her toy in place with the perfect notch created by her overlapping feet. This would allow her hands to remain free to touch her face and, eventually, cover her mouth. Even though her formula demanded that no one would be home, she still felt compelled to muffle her caterwauling, purely out of her New England prudence and strict upbringing. She only got to perform her sacrament a few times per year and she treasured those orgasms.
Samantha rolled her hips and drew closer to her own orgasm. Each rise and fall perfectly stroked her spot with the shapely head of Jason’s cock. She sped up and slowed down exactly the way she wanted, without fear that Jason would suddenly inseminate her. She raised her hand to squeeze her nipples. Then she grabbed Jason’s hands and guided them up her hips to her ribs and then back down her thighs. She wanted a light touch, but not on her breasts; she would handle that herself.
“Ahhhh!” Samantha moaned, her pussy clenching as she cruised into her first vaginal orgasm.
Jason continued lightly running his hands along the young girl’s ribs down to her hips while she squeezed him inside.
Samantha rolled her hips, targeting the spot again with the tip of Jason’s hard cock, extending her orgasm over and over. She felt herself squeezing the cock inside of her. The fullness was devine but nothing compared to the stimulation.
“Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! ieeeee!” Samantha peaked, holding the tip of the cock at exactly the correct angle, jutted into her g-spot.
Jason felt her squirting on top of him, the wetness ran down his shaft as the girl continued squealing in a high pitched soprano. It wasn’t long now. It would soon be his turn.
A moment later, Samantha rose on her knees, retracting the cock from her pussy. She immediately twisted her body, falling onto her side next to Jason. Her heart was pounding and the feeling of post-orgasm euphoria radiated throughout her body. It was the immaculate orgasm she had been craving and, sadly, Samantha thought, she had not experienced it since the last time she had Jason’s cock inside of her.
“Your turn!” she finally said, breathlessly, to the man lying next to her with his cock, standing at attention, covered in her glistening wetness.
When Samantha and Jason first started having sex two years ago, Jason found it amazing that the nineteen year old knew exactly what she wanted in bed. Unfortunately, she was incredibly rigid about the routine and would always push back on him wanting to be spontaneous. It was the same riding with limited touching every time. She completely abhorred receiving or giving oral sex. She hated long, laborious sessions of endless penetration. She hated condoms and she didn’t particularly enjoy kissing during sex either. By the third or fourth time in bed, Jason had discovered that these were the limits to the girl’s bedroom activities. Still, he loved hearing the girl say, ‘Your turn’.
Intending to take full advantage of ‘his turn’, Jason grabbed Samantha by the hip and positioned her face down on the bed. Instinctively, Samantha raised her hips slightly. Jason straddled the girl’s ass then penetrated her from behind. He pushed in deeply then laid his chest on the Samantha’s back.
“Ugh!” Samantha groaned at taking the cock all the way to her cervix.
During her turn to orgasm, Samantha never took Jason’s cock deeper than she needed to reach her g-spot. This, typically, left three or four inches of the man’s shaft outside. Now that she was satisfied, she enjoyed being stretched and penetrated deeply. It was all part of the ceremony with Jason. Now that she was prone and skewered, she prepared herself for the final two acts remaining and she was excited for them both.
With Jason firmly on top, he reached around the girl’s torso and tightly squeezed her. In doing so, Samantha was completely immobilized.
I love the feeling of being dominated! Samantha squealed in her head. The truth was she enjoyed being dominated by Jason, but only after having her orgasm the exact way she wanted it. Technically, she had dominated Jason the first half of their intercourse. The rotation to this submissive role was also highly predicated on the circumstances. She had once let a boy hold her down the way Jason did during sex and she found it simply awful and yelled for him to stop almost immediately. While crying, she realized that she only wanted to be dominated by someone she cared about in a situation where she knew the man cared about her as well. It gave her a bad feeling during her one night stand. Furthermore, the boy she was fucking had a cheap, dingy apartment with shabby furniture. Jason’s apartment was expensive with gorgeous furniture. The bedsheets always smelled fresh and the apartment was always clean. This was mostly due to Jason hiring a housekeeper who perform ablutions on the posh condo near the palace of fine arts every week. Still, this was the only circumstance where Samantha would accept losing control.
Now, firmly in control, Jason began pounding her from behind. She could hear his breathing and feel the tensing of his muscles. He was eight or nine inches taller than she was, and Samantha was quite tall. Jason also easily outweighed her by close to a hundred pounds, but they were pounds of packed muscle. Samantha often fantasized how Jason could easily kill her during sex.
“It would be so hot for him to choke me during sex… I’d struggle, but he’d overpower me… then I’d have this incredible orgasm… and the last thing I’d see would be his muscley chest flexing as he choked me to death!” Samantha had told Melissa.
“You’re a total freak!” Melissa insisted, despite being the kind of girl who would let a guy she just met, named Tyler, finger her from the front seat of a taxi, in front of their friends.
Every thrust of Jason’s cock smacked into Samantha’s cervix which was quite pliable after her orgasm. At first, Samantha felt the collision with her flesh to be uncomfortable, but then she craved it immensely. The deep penetration was the ideal dessert to her main course; the stimulation of her g-spot. She disliked enduring, hard sex that was not rubbing on that spot the exact way she loved. And she wanted that sex against her spot to last exactly as long as she wanted without any interruption or dialogue from the man asking to change positions or begging her to slow down to prevent him from prematurely ejaculating.
“Ugh!” Samantha groaned as Jason impaled her pussy.
I think he just penetrated my cervix on that last thrust! Samantha thought.
Seconds later, Jason began grunting.
“Ugh! Yes!” Samantha panted as Jason’s cock throbbed inside of her, at the deepest point of penetration, shooting his sperm against her cervix.
Jason lifted Samantha’s torso off the mattress, bending the girl’s spine the wrong way, as he continued to inseminate the girl.
“Ugh-hrr-hrr!” Samantha grunted as she kicked her feet into the mattress. The feeling of her spine being bent should have been incredibly painful, but, in that moment, with the thick cock deeply inside of her, pumping her full of semen, immediately after she had multiple orgasms, it was the intensity she craved. It was heaven. The pain was bliss.
“Hrrr-hrrrr-hrrr!” Samantha squeaked. Air was being forced out of her lungs and she couldn’t draw a breath. She had maybe five or ten seconds until she would pass out from lack of oxygen. Even though her g-spot wasn’t being directly stimulated, the effects of the asphyxiation, the fullness of her pussy, and the insemination, caused her to start contracting again with a final orgasm. Her pussy clenched and her cervix opened, sucking every drop of the pooling sperm into her womb. Samantha drooled with pleasure as blotches of darkness began to take over her vision.
Not a moment too soon, Jason released her allowing her chest to bounce against the sheets.
“Aaaaaah!” Samantha sucked air into her lungs causing a massive rush of oxygen, fuelling her ecstasy even further. She had almost passed out but had remained conscious throughout the incredible last few moments that seemed to have lasted full minutes but she knew were probably only ten seconds at most.
Jason’s cock was still inside of her. He was still grunting as the last moments of his orgasm faded. After which, he pulled his largeness out of her and a river of semen gushed out of the girl and formed a large wet spot on the sheets.
Samantha turned over onto her back, still catching her breath.
“I thought you were going to snap my spine!” she finally said.
“Oh, I’m sorry… was that too rough?” Jason asked, genuinely concerned.
“No… it was… perfect,” Samantha responded, dreamily, in between gasps.
Jason shook his head. It was dark and Samantha couldn’t see him gesture disapprovingly. Samantha thought the main reason Jason had cooled the relationship was due to her age and the immaturity of her friends. It was true that Jason had no interest in hanging out on campus; he’d feel so awkward being there in his thirties. However, the real reason was the sex. What the two shared together was, undoubtably, hot, but he disliked how Samantha would protest any variation. It was always Samantha orgasms on top, then she lies flat on her stomach to be tortured and inseminated. Her insistence on repeating that one scenario was more than a little weird; any variation would have been nice. Her complete refusal of oral sex, both giving and receiving, was also point of frustration and something Jason felt may have actually been the tipping point.
Samantha had attempted to fellate several penises before she met Jason, but she simply found it disgusting. She felt that she’d rather not have any sex if it involved putting a penis in her mouth.
“They’re dirty! Boys don’t wash… and they smell!” She had told her friend in high school.
“Yeah, but boys really want that!” Her friend explained.
“Well, I don’t want to do it!”
Samantha also detested oral sex being performed on her. When she was younger, she had desperately tried to give herself relief by masturbating her clitoris in the manner videos from the internet had instructed her, but to no avail. Frustrated, the girl tried different techniques until she gave up and determined sex and masturbating were like smelling chocolate cake but never getting to take a bite. This hypothesis rang true until she slept with a man who wanted her to ride him, straddled on top. Being a sporty girl, Samantha indulged her sexual partner and rode his cock until, magically, the head stroked inside of her pussy at just the right angle and changed her life forever. It was the only way Samantha had ever orgasmed. She had bought dozens of different sex toys, with angled and bulbous heads, to insert into herself but the itch simply could not be scratched any other way.
“You’re still on birth control, right?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, I get the shot,” Samantha responded.
Then Samantha hopped out of bed and began collecting her clothes. She carried them into the bathroom then hung them on the towel rack before thoroughly washing her hands. Once her hands were clean, she sat on the toilet for several minutes waiting for the cum to drip out of her, periodically assisting the flow with her finger. Once a sufficient amount had dripped out, she finally allowed herself to pee. Then she washed her hands a second time, dressed and walked back into Jason’s bedroom in search of her shoes.
“Can’t I convince you to stay? I’ll take you to brunch at Perry’s in the morning,” Jason offered.
“No, I want to sleep in my bed,” Samantha responded. If Jason wanted to be her boyfriend, then he should be her boyfriend, Samantha rationalized.
“Was sex not good?” Jason asked, fully knowing the girl had multiple orgasms. He was just trying one last effort for her to stay. It was slightly unfulfilling to Jason that she would always leave immediately after sex. He also wanted to recover while he slept and have another round of sex in the morning.
“I mean… sex was pretty good,” Samantha replied.
“Just pretty good?” Jason questioned.
“Well… I survived… so it could have been a little hotter,” she retorted mischievously.
The End.
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