2 comments/ 49842 views/ 5 favorites Dorm Room Ch. 01 By: BradsBabygirl Belinda shook her head, trying her best to shake the ill feeling that was consuming her. "Perhaps mixing of beer and spirits wasn't such a good idea after all," she thought, as she made her way through the dorm hall. Staggering with each step, her shapely hips swayed languorously in the air. Her long, blonde trestles cascaded down the length of her spine, her toned legs extending in pace as she dawdled along the hallway, hearing the shouts and screams of her fellow college students as they embarked on another night of fun and games. The party was still going without her; she could hear the music thumping in her head as she moved further down the hall. "Damn, why won't it stop!" She said to herself, trying to clear her head of the songs that had been bouncing off the walls inside that overly small dorm room. "I'll kill Becky for talking me into this tonight. Just you wait girl." She groaned at the thought, a sharp stabbing pain hitting into her temple as she slowed her steps and came to rest against one of the many doors leading off the narrow hallway. Her pulse beat inside the curve of her slender neck, and she could feel herself giving into sleep as the minutes slowly ticked away. She tried hard to hold herself up against the wooden frame but was overtaken by the lack of strength in her legs. With a slight stumble, she crashed to the floor, her feet curling under the swell of her pert rump. She groaned again, the pain of a boot heel digging into the flesh of an arse cheek. She closed her eyes and waited, slumped in this position as her hands cradled together in her lap, fingers splayed out as though they had been dislocated. Slowly, but surely, after a few short moments, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Her breathing slowed down, her heart rate beating gently in her chest, the smell of alcohol on her breath piercing her nostrils before she waved her thoughts away and gave in to slumber. Brad heard the bang against the door, rustling him out of sleep. Pulling the covers off his muscled chest, he crawled out of bed and stepped towards the door, peering around the room in search of his room mate, who was nowhere in sight. With a feeble shrug of his shoulders, he continued towards the door. Curling his long, thick fingers around the knob as he turned the handle anti-clockwise, he heard the creak of the large frame as it swung open for him. Stepping back quickly with a gasp as he felt the weight of something fall over his feet, he looked down to see a girl spread out below him. His first thought being that she was obviously intoxicated from one of the parties still raving on into the early hours of the night. Brad stared down at her. His eyes drew over the swell of her round breasts as they flattened over her chest. The tight pink shirt exposed her smallish cleavage, showing off her milky white skin inside the deep V that outlined her bosom. Brad growled low in his throat, a guttural type of sound that created a stirring in his loins, the mixture of lust and desire building slowly within him as his eyes shifted toward the girl's thighs. He knew this girl, Belinda was her name and he had laid eyes on her during his first semester of college. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He remembered his heart had skipped a beat that day, as they walked past one another. She hadn't even noticed him, she just simply walked by with her eyes focused ahead of her. But Brad didn't miss the way her hips had swayed with each step, or how the narrow of her waist was enhanced with the cute little button-down shirt she had worn. He could even recall the way her laugh echoed inside his head, that sweet little chuckle that seemed so infectious. He remembered it all. He had wanted her back then, and now, with her lithe frame spread out across his feet, he was tempted to fall to his knees beside the girl and take her here and now. Brad refocused his thoughts, staring down to see her right leg bent at the knee, pointing towards the door and her left foot aiming at her buttocks, and he knew she was wasted. He also knew that he had waited for this moment for some time. This girl, the one he had dreamed about for so long, the one he had fantasized about swallowing his hard cock as it slid into her throat. And here she was, splayed out in his dorm room, unaware of her surroundings, unconscious to the possibilities that she had exposed herself to. But he knew it wouldn't be right to take advantage of her in this way. He couldn't bring himself to rape the girl, he just wanted to touch her, just once. He wanted to know what her skin felt like beneath his fingertips. He wanted to feel the softness of her lips upon his own, the swell of her hips as his hands gripped them. He wanted to experience this girl in his arms, moaning out his name, begging for release, aching to feel her cunt squeezing around his hard flesh as it exploded inside of her. This was a dream come true for him. He had longed to hold her in his arms, to make love with her, to draw out a mixture of screams and moans as he took her body to heights she had never known. He stared down over her breasts once again, eyeing the cleavage that threatened to burst his zipper. "Mmmmm fuck! Damn you are tempting me girl." Brad whispered to himself. Gathering his composure, he quickly poked his head outside of the door to look around for movement. Finding none, he stepped back into the room and pulled the limp body inside along with him, leaning down to the floor to curl his strong arms underneath her and sweep her up against his chest. She was so light, it took little energy to carry her to his bed and lay her down upon it. Setting himself down onto his knees at the edge of the bed, he sat there and stared at her. Her long strands were flowing across his fluffy pillow as her head settled snuggly on top, her eyes flickering as he settled beside her, pulling the covers up over her half naked body. He wanted to leave her uncovered; he wanted to stare at her lithe frame as she lay there in his bed... his bed. "Oh my God," he thought as the realization of what was occurring finally hit home."I have Belinda in my bed. I can't believe this. I can't believe this girl I have wanted for so long is actually lying in my bed. Fuck, no one will believe this." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the thoughts that waffled through his mind and suddenly froze in time as he saw the girl rouse from slumber. She opened her ocean blue eyes and stared up at the young man, squinting slightly as her lips parted to speak. "B... Brad? Is that you?" She asked groggily. He simply smiled at her and nodded, leaning his elbow onto the bed to stare down at her and smile. "Yeah, it's me, Bel." She looked at him in amazement, then shock, and soon after, her memories came flooding back and she quickly shifted up in the bed, bending her knees and bringing them close to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them, digging her chin in between like a small child. "But... how.... Ummmm... " She nibbled her lower lip, trying to ask the right question, but instead, looking up to him, her eyes begging. "How did you get into my room?" He asked her, a sly grin crossing his mouth. "Yes.. how did I get here? I mean.. what happened? I think I remember walking down the hall.. I was drunk... I mean, I still am drunk I guess.. but... how am I here... with you... in your room?" Belinda said meekly, her words tinged with embarrassment. He just smiled at her once again, amused at her innocence, empathetic to her nature. He spoke slowly and gently, tossing her that stunning smile of his that would have any girl melting if they only paid attention to it. "I will tell you once I get some coffee into you. Come on, get up and I'll boil the kettle. I'll find a shirt for you to wear, you must be cold, yes?" Brad said with concern in his voice. She nodded modestly at the question, watching him walk toward the wardrobe and pull out a white shirt, then tossing it to her with a wink, he made his way into a small space within the room and switched the kettle on. Belinda had heard about these dorm rooms with a little extra space set aside for a mini-kitchen. In reality, it was just a little alcove cut out into the far end of the room with a small bench top and cupboard underneath. Above the bench was an electric socket with a switch, and the cupboard wasn't large enough to be considered as one, yet it was enough to hold a few cups and saucers. I guess one could call that a kitchenette. "Brad?" She called out to him as her arms slid through the sleeves, pulling the shirt over her shoulders and buttoning it up her chest. Brad walked back over and stood before her, inches away from the bed, smiling down at her pretty face. "Yes Bel?" He knew her friends called her that, she never did like her name much so she insisted on being called Bel instead. "I... I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up, if you were sleeping before. I guess I shouldn't have gone out tonight. I don't drink, this was my first time and I guess I overdid it. I really am sorry. I know I must be---" He cut her off with a wave of his hand. "No need, Bel. It's fine." Her chin dipped downward, cheeks flushing with slight embarrassment once again. This wasn't her usual behaviour, and she sure as hell didn't want Brad seeing her this way. "It's no problem Bel. Truly. I wasn't really sleeping anyhow, so you didn't disturb me," Brad said with a smile. He turned back to face the other room as the sound of the kettle switching off refocused his attention. "I'll be back in a minute with that coffee." He gently patted her thigh with the large palm of his hand before rising from the bed and walking over to the kettle. "Mmm, nice soft hands," she thought to herself, then remembering what he was up to, she yelled across the room at him. "Umm.. Brad, you wouldn't happen to have any green tea would you? I don't like coffee." He peered over at her and chuckled at her words. "Uh huh. And you don't like alcohol either right?" With a cheeky wink, Brad dropped his gaze back to the bench top and went about finding some green tea, knowing his roommate had kept some in one of the cupboards for when his girlfriend came over. Finding the little box of teabags hidden in the cupboard below and pulling one out of it's wrapper, he poured hot water into the cup and dipped the green teabag inside, jiggling it a few times so that it darkened the hot liquid into a steaming brown fog. As Brad finished making the tea she requested, he returned to her once again, turning towards his study desk and setting the cup down. He looked back to Belinda and smiled at her, amused at her current display of shyness. "Come on drunknut get up and drink this whilst it's hot. It will be good for you. Just don't tell Joe that I used a teabag or he'll have my hide." Brad chuckled. She smiled at him, a smile that melted his heart and stirred his loins once again. What he wouldn't give to have this female writhing beneath him as he pounded his cock into her, stroking harder and deeper with the force of his hips. Damn, he wanted this girl so much. He watched her slip out of the covers and tiptoe across the floor, stepping around the other side of the bed as she settled at his desk, nearly toppling over when her balance was lost, likely due to the volume of alcohol that was still in her system. "Hmm, I guess you might need two of those." Brad said cheekily whilst pointing to her cup of green tea. She simply smirked at him and curled her forefinger into the small curve of the cup handle, lifting it to her soft, full lips to blow onto the hot liquid. He watched her closely, studying her features. He loved the way her luscious mouth curved upward as she smiled, the way her jaw line framed her face, and he adored those deep blue eyes that sparkled with light as it reflected off of them, even now with redness partly filling them. As she sipped her tea and looked across his desk, her eyes glanced at the paperwork spread out before her. Hand-written scattered sheets explaining the management of natural resources had stolen her attention away for a moment, until her brain began to shut off. She couldn't concentrate on what she was reading, so instead opted to finish drinking her tea and work out what her next move would be. Brad settled back into bed to stare at her, pulling the covers back over his bare chest, feeling the chill of the night air. Dressed in only his boxers, he had forgotten his lack of clothing until now and felt a hint of embarrassment, being exposed to her like this. His current state hadn't gone past her. He saw the way she looked at him when he moved from the bed to make her cuppa. His scantily dressed form had sauntered across the room as his strong legs moved in stride. He had also hoped she would notice his butt, staring at it whilst he walked away from her. She had always liked him, had always wanted to talk to him and get to know him. But she didn't know how to go about it. She figured he was well liked by all the girls, with that incredibly sexy smile of his and those gorgeous emerald eyes. She knew she didn't have a chance with Brad, so she had simply moved away from such thoughts and continued to hang out with her friends and focus on her studies. But he was the one she wanted. Perhaps, now, this night, she would tell him. She was never shy to speak her mind, had always prided herself on her strength of character, even though her body was virtuous. But her mind, well.. that was another story. She tapped the desk with fingertips as she slowly drank from the tiny cup, sipping the liquid into her mouth. Brad was seated with his back to the headboard of the bed, his smile focused on the girl sitting at his desk in his dorm room. He had a feeling of contentment wash over him as he sat there and watched her sip her cup of hot green tea that he had made for her earlier. Her long blonde hair was cascading down her back, covering a large portion of her spine as she sat with a raised leg upon the seat, her foot nestled tightly against her buttock and the heel of her boot digging into the chair. He was in love. He had wanted her for such a long time, had seen her walking around campus, laughing and playing with her friends, yet he had kept a distance, unconfident that she would accept his advances if he were to pursue her. Yet now, over a year later at 1.32am on a Saturday night, she was in his room sipping a hot cup of tea, dressed in only a skimpy pink tank which was concealed by a crisp white shirt he had given her earlier, and a black mini skirt, matched with a pair of knee high black boots with 5 inch heels. His mind rewound to when she had awoken in his bed, thinking back to what she had looked like as she fell back onto his feet once he had opened the door on her. Splayed out like that in front of him, it would have been so easy to take advantage of her, but he knew it wasn't right. He was more a man then most thought. He was after all, a gentleman, born and raised in the countryside and his mannered nature took precedence before anything else. But he had hoped, that one day perhaps, she may smile at him. Perhaps she would even take the time to look at him for more than a moment as they sat across from one another in study group. Sure, he had stolen glances from her, but not in the way he wanted. Not in the way that would tell him she wanted him too. Perhaps, tonight was the night. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the girl slurping, and as he watched her rise from the chair and step towards the bathroom, he noticed she was considerate enough to rinse the cup out before walking back into the room and placing the wet crockery facedown upon the bench top in the alcove. He wondered what would happen now. "Would she just leave and return to her dorm room? Would she want to stay and chat a while?" He was hopeful of the latter. He could even find himself praying for it if it were not for her soft words that spoke to him at that moment. "Brad, do you mind if I stay a little while? I'm too tired to walk back to my room. I can just sit on the chair if you'd like and we could... maybe talk?" She sounded hopeful, a hint of optimism lingering in her voice. He smiled at her again. "Sure, but I tell you what, Bel. You can just lay in bed with me and we can talk. It's too cold to sit up tonight, it must be close to freezing out there and it's not much warmer in here either. I promise I won't touch you or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable." He nodded at her and tore the covers from his chest, baring his body to her eyes. She returned his smile and without saying a word, slowly stepped toward the small framed bed and jumped into it, kicking her legs down under the covers and snuggling up to herself, trying to find some warmth now that she had relaxed a little. He threw the covers over her and settled down into the mattress, lying close enough to her to smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume, inhaling deeply through his nostrils as they flared from the scent of her skin. God how he loved the way she smelled. He just wanted to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck and stay there forever. "So Brad.. can I ask you something?" Belinda raised a brow at him, wondering if this was a good time to ask the question, but what the hell she thought, it was as good a time as ever, and Lord knew that she half wasted anyhow. He smiled across at her and nodded, "Sure. Shoot." She pursed her lips together, her bright blue eyes darting across the room as her mind ticked away, trying to contrive the right of way of asking what was on her mind. "Ummm.. I don't really know how to say this to you, and I don't want to embarrass you, but... do you like me at all?" Her teeth came down to clamp over her lower lip, anxiety setting in once the question was posed. Brad pulled his chin back and gasped under his breath, shocked at her words as he stared closely at her. "Uhh, yeah.. sure I do.. of course I do. Why do you ask, Bel?" He whispered the question to her, his voice becoming slightly raspy. "Well, you know I have a strong mind and I usually say what's on it. So here goes. I like you. I've always liked you." She stopped for a moment's pause, not wanting to spoil the moment with a silly comment. She drew in a breath, filling her lungs completely before continuing. "And I wasn't sure if you liked me back.. in that way. And I think...." Again, she stopped herself, inhaling deeply before saying what had been on her mind for quite a while, "that you have the most amazing smile I've ever seen in my life." Brad was taken aback by her frankness. He knew she was one to always speak her mind. He knew she was opinionated and sometimes overly so, but this... wow. She had taken his breath away. He never expected to hear these words from her mouth. All of this time, she had liked him just the same as he liked her? "My God, I can't believe this. Fucking hell." Brad's thoughts there were scattered, trying hard to find the words to express himself. "Umm... wow.. I don't know what to say Bel." His words were drawn out. He spoke slowly and softly, still a little shocked by her submission. "Yes I like you, I always have. I just didn't think you... you know... liked me in that way." She smiled at him then. Her eyes closing gently as sleep was nearing, she couldn't control it nor fight against it. It was closer to taking over her body, her mind. She needed to rest. She had heard enough from his lips. "Mmm, those gorgeous lips. God I want to kiss him so much. Kiss me Brad. God, just lean forward and kiss me!" She was aching for a sweet kiss, just a peck on the cheek, a soft brush of lips against skin. "I tell you what, Bel," Brad said confidently, seeing the way she was slowly giving in to the drowsiness, "we'll talk more in the morning ok? But for now, why don't we just get some rest?" He smiled and laid his head against the pillow, drawing the covers up over them whilst his other arm spread out across the top of the bed, nestling above her head. Dorm Room Ch. 01 She looked over at him and nodded to herself, knowing he was right. Sleep needed to come first. There was always tomorrow. Belinda turned her body to the side and snuggled up to him, curling her arm over his belly as she settled her head against his chest, her eyelids closing over as slumber sneaked in to consume her. Brad's eyes fluttered open, feeling the silk strands of her hair spread over his arm and chest, and his breath caught in his throat. He lowered his arm to wrap it around her shoulder and hold her close to him. This was heaven to him, having her so close like this. More like a dream come true. He would never have thought in a million years that he would have her in his room, let alone holding her in his arms as they lay together in his bed. "I guess miracles do happen," he smiled to himself, breathing deeply and falling into a blissful sleep as time continued to tick away. Later on, during the night, Brad's room mate quietly sneaked into the room, unaware of the two bodies lying together in the bed. He began to remove his jacket from his narrow shoulders just as he turned his head to look upon them. Peering through the darkened room, his eyes focused on the cuddling pair, snuggled close together in the bed. "Good on ya, buddy. About damn time," Joe thought to himself, and quietly stepped out of the room to leave them in peace. He could easily find a place to stay the night. His girlfriend's perhaps. Or anyone's really. Joe wasn't the fussy type. Dorm Room Ch. 02 The sun shining through the small dorm window had Brad rubbing his eyes far sooner than he would have liked. He had forgotten to close the curtains before he jumped into bed earlier the night before, and now it was too late, he was awake. He raised his right arm above his head until he realized his left arm was stuck under the girl lying next to him. He looked down and saw her. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned deeply, his throat a mixture of huskiness and tiredness. And with a gentle pull of his shoulder, he slowly and gently eased his arm out from around the sleeping angel, smiling down at her as she remained in a deep slumber. He didn't want to wake her as she needed to recuperate from the party antics the night before. After much effort as to not rouse her from her sleep, Brad finally freed his arm from Belinda's shoulders and parted his lips for a deep grunt and a stretch of his body. Feeling the muscles of his arms and legs tighten then release as he slumped back onto the mattress and looked around the room. Still in awe of the night's events, he decided he should crawl out of bed and splash some water on his face, but stopped suddenly as he felt his swollen cock nudging at the girls right hip. "Oh shit," he groaned low in his throat. Brad somehow forgot that his morning erections hadn't failed him since he first managed to wake with one some years back. He shifted in the bed, unsure of how to get out of it without waking her, and just as he made the decision to get up quickly without a second thought, he felt her stirring. "Mmmmmm.. Mmmmm," Belinda moaned languorously. Her body had lengthened as she pulled her limbs taut, stretching her lean frame as she awoke. Her eyes flickered open and focused on the young man looking down at her, a smile upon his lips. "Oh. Hi." Belinda drawled lazily. She returned his smile and then closed her eyes, shying away from him as only a young virgin would as she woke in the arms of her first lover. "Morning. How did you sleep, Bel?" Brad asked her softly. He was trying his best to hide his erection as his hand came down to cover it. Large fingers closed together to cup the thickened length of his cock, trying to protect it from her flesh. God, the way she moaned drove him crazy. He wondered if she would make similar sounds as his cock was driving into her body. Brad shook the thought from his mind as he didn't want her seeing the lust in his eyes. He didn't want to explain away the thoughts that had drifted through him during the night. Hell, even he couldn't remember what he dreamed about, but he sure as hell had a fair idea. She continued to smile at him, albeit a little drowsily. "I slept ok, not too bad for a first time drunk I guess." Chuckling softly, she took a deep breath and then uncovered herself, raising her head from the pillow and sitting up in the bed. Her eyes darted around the room for the first time, looking over the decoration across the walls. Posters of Jimmy Hendrix and Eric Clapton, along with various-sized cutouts of sports cars and large-breasted women were glued to the wall on the other side of the room. Obviously Brads room mate was a fan. "Jimmy Hendrix? Ugh." She smiled to herself at her sarcasm. She wasn't a fan. Her amusement to the posters of half-naked women with fake boobs didn't cause a surge of excitement for her either. Boys and their fantasies. Brad chuckled along with her, enjoying her morning humour before he waved his hand toward the bathroom and asked her quietly, "You can wash up in there if you'd like? I'm sure there is a spare toothbrush under the cupboard somewhere, but I doubt you'll find any make-up." He winked at her as she turned to him, seeing her cute smile. "Well, unless Joe, my room mate, has some hidden of course." She giggled softly, enjoying the morning banter. Then leaning into his face, she whispered, "I won't tell if you don't." Her left eye winked at him, before she climbed out of the bed and tiptoed across the floor towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Phew. Fuck, I need to jerk off so bad." Brad hissed to himself. He was growing even more restless as he sat alone on his bed. His cock hadn't softened in the slightest. Just the sight of her long legs walking away from him was enough to send a tinge of pleasure through his veins, straight down to his hard on. How he wanted to taste her skin, to wrap her up in his arms and hold her close to him, to feel the warmth of her breath as she moaned out his name in ecstasy. He hushed his thoughts away and laid back into the bed to filter his mind, trying hard to think of other things. But he heard the bathroom door open and he turned to see Belinda step back into the room. Her hair was now neatly flowing across her narrow shoulders and his white shirt was folded over her arm as she smiled over at him. "Thank you for giving me this to wear, I don't even remember putting it on," she laughed heartedly. She smiled shyly at him as she placed the cotton shirt over the back of a chair and stepped closer to the bed. Looking down at him, she shrugged her shoulders in promise as she asked softly, "Do you mind if I jump back in with you for a little while? I promise I won't stay long." He smiled at her brightly, the whites of his teeth shining between his lips as his right arm came out to lift the covers for her, turning his hips to face the wall so she wouldn't dare see his still-erect cock. He only wished she had stayed longer in the bathroom so he could have taken care of his erection. But now, it was causing him discomfort, albeit slight awkwardness. Belinda nestled back into the soft, warm bed and laid her head back down onto the pillow, humming to herself whilst watching him lay down beside her. Their heads turned to one another, each of them smiling into one another's eyes. She spoke first. "So... Is that for me?" she grinned at him wickedly, a slight cheekiness to her voice as she looked at him with a cocked brow. "Is what for you, Bel?" Brad asked her, not convinced he knew what she was referring to. "Your cock, Brad. You're hard. I saw it when you pulled the covers open. Don't be embarrassed. I like it that you are turned on by me." Belinda whispered to him seductively. She threw him a glorious smile. A smile that made his heart melt at that moment, seeing the lust form in her eyes. He blushed at her words, not sure if he should be completely honest with her or not. He didn't want to make a fool of himself. "Ahhhh.... Yeah I guess so. I'm sorry, I just... woke up with it." Brad noticed her reaction. The way she looked down the bed at his covered body, her eyes wishing they had x-ray vision to see through the covers and look upon his hardness. "I am a male after all." His words interrupted her thoughts and she glanced up at him. "Yes, you are indeed. But I'd hope that your cock is hard because you want me right now, not because you're merely a male with a penis." She challenged him with that one. Waiting for him to respond in the way she hoped. And with any luck, she didn't have to wait long. He was consumed with her at this point. Having spent the entire night with her, spread across half his body, his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the smell of her hair intoxicating his senses. He needed to touch her, in some way, in any way. He just needed her. Then just before he thought he would lose his nerve, he made his move. Leaning forward towards her, he pressed his lips to her own, feeling the softness of her lips. The gentle moans escaping him causing her to respond in kind, as her hands came out to slide over the smoothness of his scalp. She felt his tongue slide over hers, ever so gently penetrate inside her, swirling around inside the heat of her mouth before they danced in a light waltz. Pulling away from the onslaught of his mouth upon hers, Belinda moaned out his name from her lips, poking the tip of her tongue out to swipe it along her lower lip, tasting him upon it. Her eyes alight with a hungry fire that was threatening to consume her, her pale cheeks now flushed at the onslaught of his passionate kiss. "Oh Brad. You have a wonderful mouth. I've waited so long to feel you kiss me like that," she whispered hoarsely. Her blue orbs shone brightly as they sparkled into his, the emerald fire surrounding his beckoning eyes as they stared into her deeply. He uttered something under his breath, she wasn't quite sure what, but it was lost in the moment as his mouth stole a kiss from her once again. His lips feasted upon her, swarming over the soft flesh of her pout, swimming in the heat of her breath. She surrendered to him, giving herself to his kisses. She moaned again... and again... groaning as the flame brewing in the pit of her belly began to descend. Her womanhood swelled, lubricating itself with each touch of their tongues, and she was lost to it. Brad knew he had her now, just with a kiss. He knew she would give herself to him and it gave him such joy. The pleasure of having her in his arms, the surrender of her body to him was causing his mind to race, and his hands snaked around her waist to pull her on top of him as he lay back on the bed. He wrapped himself around her, their limbs entangled as they fought to control the heated desire spreading through them, his eyes opening to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face while they embraced so closely. The just as suddenly as they had begun the kiss, Belinda pulled away from it and stared down at him. Her breath ragged as she fought for some kind of control, knowing she needed to tell him her secret. "Brad... wait. I've... I've never done this before." She waited with baited breath, hoping he would not turn her away, not now. Not after all of this time of waiting, of wanting, of needing. "What do you mean? You've never kissed a guy before?" He asked in a surprised tone. Brad knew the question was absurd, yet his mind couldn't figure out what she was suggesting. Surely she had been kissed before. There was no way any man would have left her without the sweetness of a deep, passionate kiss. He stared at her, watching her closely, waiting for a response. "No. Of course I have been kissed. I meant, I have never had... I'm a..." Belinda hesitated, slowly her words so he understood clearly. "I've never had sex before, Brad," she whispered softly to him. Belinda cradled her head into his chest, a flush of embarrassment flaming her cheeks. She rarely felt embarrassment, but at this moment, telling him of her virginal state, she felt humiliated. So silly was it to be a virgin these days at her age. She knew the time would come when she would have to admit her innocence, but she never dreamt that it would make her feel so silly. At 18, she was likely the only virgin left alive on campus. "He's going to think I'm a freak! God, this is so embarrassing," Belinda thought to herself. She hid her face into his chest even deeper as the thoughts ran through her mind. But then, as she felt his hand cupping underneath her chin and raising her face up to meet his, she looked into his eyes and knew that everything would be alright. She could see it in his face, the promise of acceptance. He was showing her such kindness, such understanding. Something else she had never experienced. "Bel, I'm glad you told me. And I'm flattered that you would be willing to give yourself to me as your first. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you." He repeated the words to her, his eyes soft and welcoming. He drew his thumb across the front of her chin as his lips pushed forward to kiss her once again, softly exploring the inside of her mouth with his warm, wet tongue. She deepened the kiss, feeling more and more comfortable with this man. And he was a man. Not many 19 year old men would be so understanding, so compassionate, and so proud to take the virginity of a young woman. They would sooner turn away from one and seek out a girl who was knowledgeable in the ways of sex. But Belinda wasn't a fool. She knew all about sex. She was aware of what occurs, what it may feel like, and she knew it would be magical with Brad. Brad was holding the beautiful young girl in his arms, tightening his grip as she lay atop his warm body, their chests heavy against each other. Two sets of lips were entwining, seducing, and devouring one another, the taste of their breaths overwhelming each sensory cell deep in their bodies. Brad's hands slid down the girl's spine, from the top of her neck to the small of her back and then upwards again. This was his dream girl, the one he desired to touch, to kiss, to taste, to make love to. And here she was, in his arms and his bed, finally ready to give herself to him. He had never dreamed she would be a virgin, as cliché as it sounded, he thought a woman with her looks and her personality would be fighting off the guys. He guessed she had been, just not in the way he had originally thought. He loved the way she moaned at his kisses, the way her magnificent body writhed from his masculine touch, how she would groan deep in her throat as his hands roamed over every inch of her skin. He loved everything about this moment, and couldn't wait to be inside her. He ached to feel her cunt wrapped around his throbbing manhood, taking her as his own, marking her with his teeth as they sunk into her shoulder. He would be gentle at first, and then he would give her something special to remember for her first time. And once she was his, once the pain had gone from her luscious form, he would pound himself into her, taking her with brute force as his cock took over. He wouldn't be able to hold back, he knew that. But she would love every second of it, her body would shake and shudder under his sexual ministrations, and she would scream out his name in ecstasy. "Oh God, I need to be inside your sweet cunt, Bel." Brads thoughts sneaked in again, as his cock pulsed inside the satin boxers. He could feel the swollen head pushing against her soft belly as she rubbed herself over his body. He needed her, lusted for her, and ached for her. He had to have her. He had to take her virginity and pound his throbbing cock deep into her gorgeous body until he filled her insides with white hot lava. He was going crazy, the anticipation too much for him. He needed to have her NOW. Belinda had felt his nails scratching down her back, grazing the softness of her skin which caused her to moan out into his warm, wet mouth. Little ripples of pleasure cursing through her veins with the electric touch of his hands, and she knew it would only get better. Her body was responding in the way it was meant to. Her cunt was dripping wet, and she could feel the sweet juices of her womanhood dribbling out over her swollen labia and down her thighs. She sensed her need like nothing before. She was hungry for him, aching for him so much that her blood pumped thickly in her veins. The need inside her so great she was breathing harder against him, feeling her secured breasts pushing into him, the swollen buds piercing his chest through the fabric of her bra and skimpy top. She never dreamed it could feel like this, never knew the touch of another on her skin could bring out such feelings inside her. It didn't feel like this when her own fingers would caress her body. She was being driven to succumb to the exquisite torture of this mans touch without her having to do anything else but enjoy it. Belinda's animalistic hunger for him was taking over her thoughts, she knew nothing of her studies, nothing of family or friends, she only knew the touch of his fingertips as they caressed her silken flesh. She knew of his mouth that continued to ravish her full, pert lips, and his tongue delving into her wet mouth, taking the breath from her, tasting her sweetness from the inside. Oh, how she longed for him to taste the sweetness of her pussy, lapping at her like a thirsty puppy. She longed for him, she craved his cock inside her, and she couldn't take it anymore. Without wasting another precious moment, knowing that his room mate could return at anytime, Brad grabbed Belinda around the waist and rolled her over onto her back, laying himself atop her as their lips kept locked with one another's. Her sexy little sounds had created a buzzing in his ears, and he needed to find out what other moans she could muster once he was inside her body. His hands moved down the sides of her waist and over the flare of her hips, gripping her tightly, clawing at the material of her shirt as he pulled at it. Belinda's hands came up to press flat against his chest, her breathing stopping as she whispered hoarsely to him. "Brad, wait." Her hands slid down in between their bodies as Brad raised his chest up, giving her the freedom to pull at the waistband of her shirt and tug it upwards, ripping it off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. His eyes just stared at her, gazing over the swell of her small breasts as they filled the lacy bra covering them. She waited, knowing he would want to indulge in the sight of her half naked body lying beneath him. Then just before his mouth reached her neck to kiss it, she stopped him once again and arched her back, pushing her chest forward against his as nimble fingers unclasped the hooks at her back and the bra fell loosely over her shoulders. He didn't wait for her to remove it, instead, he shifted his body up on the bed so that he was sitting on her thighs and looking down at her. His hands moved up over her chest to curl his thumbs into the straps of her bra and pull it down her arms, then after dropping it to the floor, he quickly leaned down over her to suckle a nipple, taking the little nub into his mouth as his tongue swirled across the tip. The deep growl vibrating in his throat as his lips latched onto her erect bud caused Belinda to moan out his name from her lips. He loved hearing her say his name, loved the way she moaned so sexily like that. Never did he ache so much to hear his name whispered from a woman's lips until now. "Ohhhh Brad. Mmmmmm. Your mouth feels so good. Suck my nipple, oh God, suck it for me," she moaned to him, writhing under his hard body. Belinda's moans were more then he could stand, and without hesitation, he willingly gave her what she craved and sucked harder over the taut, pink nubbin. Her words of encouragement only stirring him on as his lips grazed across the middle of her breasts to wrap around her other nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth as he felt it harden for him. Both her hands had now moved to cover the back of his head, encouraging more from him as her back arched, pushing her breast further into the moist recess of his mouth. "Oh Bel, God baby, you taste so fucking sweet. Just like I knew you would." Brad hissed at her, his voice raspy. He tasted her flesh, with little nips of his teeth over her swelling breasts. His tongue licked and flicked over her erect nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, hungry to fill his mouth with her. Belinda's head dropped back onto the pillow, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she cowered against the soft mattress, giving in to the rush of sensations as Brad's mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking over her belly, poking into her little belly button. His body moved further down over her thighs, feeling his erection poking her thought the silky material of his boxers. She gasped as she felt his fingers push around her hips to find the zipper of her skirt and pull it down her milky thighs. "Let's get this off you shall we, babydoll?" He grinned up into her eyes, flashing her that familiar smile she adored so much. She simply gasped softly, and held her breath in anticipation, knowing that very soon, he would be taking her virginity. She closed her eyes at the thought as his hands moved back to her body after tossing her skirt aside, drawing them over her hip bones, skimming fingertips over her skin to feel it beneath his hands. He loved the way she felt, the creamy texture of her flesh sent a surge of pleasure straight to his cock, stiffening it more, if that were even possible. He was harder then he'd ever been before, knowing this was his ultimate fantasy, his only dream come true. To have the woman of his dreams becoming naked in front of his eyes, and he relished every second of it as his thick fingers pulled at the waist of her tiny panties and slid them down her thighs. He threw them aside quickly and sat upright over her knees, looking down over every inch of her naked form. He only wished there was more light in the room so he could see her in full light, but the shine from the moon would have to do, as it flowed through the opened blinds of the window. Dorm Room Ch. 02 "My God Bel, you are so beautiful. So gorgeous. More then I ever knew. I'm going to make you feel so good, sweetheart." He breathed desperately to her. Belinda couldn't suppress another moan as she stared up at him in awe. This beautiful man straddling her thighs, wanting her so much, with a look of lust and fire in his emerald eyes burning a hole in her soul, was gazing down at her beauty. She was lost for words as she returned his stare, not sure of what to say. Only a look like his could mean one thing. He wanted her. Dorm Room Ch. 03 "Brad... will you make love to me? I want you to be my first. I need this. I need you. Please fuck me." Belinda whispered breathlessly. Her words were like gunfire, shooting straight to his heart, and to his groin. He enveloped her body with his own as his mouth drew up to kiss her full lips, tasting her again before pulling back and gazing into her blue pools. "Babygirl, I'm doing to taste you first. I want to know what my woman tastes like." He grinned wickedly at her, his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick over each one before he continued. "And you ARE my woman Belinda. Once you take me inside you, you will be mine always, I won't let you go. I'm going to make you cum all over my tongue Bel. And once I've had my fill of tasting your sweet pussy, I'm going slide my fingers in there and make you cum all over again." Brad thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock against her lower belly as he spoke to her, punctuating every word with a grind of his pelvis. "Only then will I take you. Only then will you feel me slide my cock inside you and give you what you need. And I'll fuck you just like you need, babydoll. I'll give you everything you ever wanted." He groaned the last few words, his mind racing to the thought of what he was about to do to her. Brad wasn't a big talker usually, most folks found it difficult to get more than a few sentences out of him. So he surprised himself at his confidence in saying such things to this girl, especially things of such a sexual nature. But then, he felt so comfortable with her, and Lord knows he wanted to get so hot and nasty with this little vixen. "Oh God, Brad, oh please... please put your mouth on me. Oh fuck." Belinda cringed as she heard his words, the tone of his thick voice laced with desire and need, making her cunt gush with more juice. She couldn't wait to feel him, to have him taste her, to fuck her, to ravish her body, to take her to heights she had only dreamed about. "With pleasure my darling." Brads voice reverberated through her head, the soft, cooing tone of his voice thickened with lust and need, only served to make her submit easily to him. "Open your legs for me, Bel." He shifted himself down her body, gripping her inner thighs to guide them open as she parted them wide for him. He could smell her arousal, the scent of her pussy wafting into his nostrils. And as he lowered his head and buried his face into her sweet snatch, he grunted at the feel of her smooth pussylips as they caressed his cheeks and lips. With his eyes closed, he pushed his face hard against her vulva and sloshed his tongue across her clit, licking her from above the hood down to her puckered arsehole. God, she tasted every bit as sweet as he had imagined. "Mmmmmm, you fucking sexy bitch. God you taste so fucking hot, Bel. You're so horny aren't you, sweetheart?" he growled against her sopping cunt. Lapping at her juices as they flowed from deep inside her, his hands moved to her hips in order to steady her as she writhed on the bed. His hot tongue delved inside her soft, pink flesh, deepening his strokes to taste her essence. Brad moaned softly, humming against her clitoris as his tongue lashed out at it. His large palms squeezing the pliable flesh of her thighs, kneading her them with nimble fingers as he continued to give her pleasure, fucking her with his tongue as he moved it back into her tight little hole. "Yesss... oh Brad, yesss!" She growled at him. Belinda's hips were bucking upward, smashing the full length of her slit over his face, working herself into a frenzy as she felt his tongue dart into her tiny hole. Grabbing the back of his bald head, trying to grip onto it, Belinda wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her, needing more. He felt her need, he knew what to give her, but he wanted to savour her, to give her more pleasure, to work her into such a crazy passion, that she would beg him to fuck her there and then. That's what he craved, to hear her beg him for it. But that would come later. He loved her passion, the way she craved more from him, the way her body squirmed on the bed as he tasted her deeply, lengthening his tongue to push it far inside her tight pussy, piercing between the swollen folds of her femininity. God, how he loved her taste, he could stay between her soft, creamy thighs forever, lapping at her, fucking her with his mouth and tongue, toying with her. But he wanted her to get off, he needed to taste her cum on his tongue. "Oh yeah baby, that's the way. Work that cunt against me, let me fuck that sweet, juicy pussy. Cum for me, Bel. Cum, my babygirl," he hissed at her. Brad tore his mouth away from her loins, begging her to give herself over to him, wanting to steal her pleasure. Then suddenly, just as she felt the buildup of an orgasm stirring deep in her tight channel, he grazed her tip of her clit with his tongue tip before pulling away and looking up at her. "Bel, cum for me, you sexy little bitch. I know you want this. Do it. Cum for me. Cum hard, that's it... work that cunt... fuck my tongue. Mmmmm yes honey, CUM!" He screamed at her then, hissing fiercely at her so she would submit to his desires. And she did. She felt it boiling up inside her, the strength of his words filling her very being as she threw her arms up over her head and gripped the sheets. Just at that time, his right hand had moved up over her belly until it reached her chest, settling the large width of his palm over her left breast. She felt his fingers pinching and tugging at her hardened little nub, torturing her with his mouth and hands as he continued to strum his lips across her sensitive clit. He was relentless, hid mind clouded by an overwhelming need to make her cum for him. He wanted to taste her sweet juices running over his chin, and he'd do anything to get it. Then as he felt her body jerking wildly at his touch, he increased the speed of and firmness of his tongue over her clit and sucked it deep and hard into his mouth, curling a couple of fingers and shoving them inside her tightness. As he fucked her with his hand, and sucked the hard little nub into his mouth, he continued to pull on her left nipple, teasing it till it sprang up fully, squeezing her breast in his palm. "OH MY GODDD! OH BRAD!! FUCK I'M CUMMING.... OH FUCKING HELL.. I'M CUMMING BRAD. OHHHHHHHHHH BABBBYYYYY!!!" Belinda yelled out at the top of her lungs. Her pelvis thrust forward against his face, banging his nose against her pelvic bone as his tongue rode her clit to orgasm. Flicking and licking and sucking his way towards a powerful surge of pleasure that had the girl underneath him writhing like a cat in pain. Knowing his dirty talk had brought her to the edge, he groaned loudly, humming against her clit as he worked it over. "BRAAADDDDDDDDDDDD! BRAD BRAD BRAD! OH BABY!" Like a mantra, she chanted his name over and over again. Her breath caught in her throat as her climax washed over her whole body, stealing the air in her lungs, piercing her chest with fire as she bucked and stirred on his bed. He loved hearing his name from her lips and felt her thrust her pelvis into his face harder then before, allowing the girl to buck and ride his tongue as it pressed forcefully over the entire length of her love button. But he wanted to bring out the animal in her, and he needed to know just how far this little girl would go. Then without a moments pause, he slid his fingers out from her juicy hole and slowly pushed them into her arsehole, as his thumb now replaced them inside her pussy. Working both her tight fuckholes as his tongue continued working her clit over, Brad gained momentum by shaking his head between her thighs, grinding his nose and tongue and lips over her delicious cunt until he felt her body begin to spasm beneath him. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD... OH FUCKKKKK... OH BRAD, OH YESSSSS!" Belinda bucked her hips further off the bed as Brad's fingers entered her bunghole. Surprised by the intrusion, she felt the pleasure of it as he drew out the orgasm from deep within her. The combined sensations of his fingers filling her completely drove her over the edge and she moaned more loudly then ever before. Her hands flying up above her head, and her back arched off the bed as she felt the shudders surging through every fiber of her being. Like nothing she had ever experienced, she let herself go, boiling over to the throes of passion as they erupted from deep inside and spilled over her like a giant wave. Brad loved this, adored it, he couldn't get enough of watching and feeling the girl surrender to him. Nothing could come close to the vision of a woman in orgasm, throwing her body around like a wanton slut as she experienced one of the best climaxes of her life. And this is exactly what he was a witness to. He continued to torment her, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm as his tongue flicked and rubbed over her extended clitoris, and his fingers drove deeper inside her body, feeling around the swishy insides of her fuckholes. How he loved this moment, it was passion at it's best. Brad moaned deeply in his throat, growling at the scent of her cum as it drenched his tongue, spilling from his mouth to coat his lips and chin. But he didn't relent, he kept at her, lapping and licking and suckling every last drop of her girl cum until she laid breathing heavily upon the bed. "Ohhhh Brad, oh my God. I... I've never..." Belinda lost her train of thought, losing the words that were escaping her lips as her body became accustomed to the feelings that overwhelmed it. Never had she experienced anything so blissfully pleasurable. Never had she dreamed that having someone eat her pussy would mean such total euphoria. But that is how she felt, right at that moment. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving with each rush of air that filled her lungs, her body still shuddering from the orgasms that had taken over her. Brad slowly removed his mouth and fingers from her body and peeked up over the roundness of her belly, eyeing Belinda wickedly. His face was glistening with her juices, his nose chin and cheeks were coated with the sweetness that was hers. He reveled in it, licking across his fine lips to taste her cunt upon them. "Mmmmmm, I think you enjoyed that, sweetheart. I know I did. You taste so wonderful and sweet, Bel. I could spend hours down here sucking your clit and fingering your tight pussy, baby." Brad hoarsely whispered to her. She looked down her body at him, her breasts still heaving and as her right hand moved away from the back of his head to cup the roughness of his stubbly cheek, she pulled him upwards so he could fall over her. Laying atop her, and moved up her body, gliding his erection over the skin of her thigh until it poked into her belly and rested between them. "Brad, you are amazing. I can't believe it felt so good. My God, you drove me crazy. But right now, I need to feel you inside me." She whispered against his lips. With a low growl in his throat, Brad lowered his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue between her lips, swirling it around inside her mouth so that she could taste herself on him. Hearing her moan as he did so, caused him to slide his hands down her sides until his left hand sneaked between their bodies, resting on her lower belly. She moaned once again, feeling the warmth of his fingertips tickling downward over the fine thatch of pubic hair above her pussy. He loved it when a woman shaved her cunt. To feel a smooth, silky pussy against his fingers and mouth drove him insane, as well as knowing how incredible it felt to slide his cock inside one. "Bel, wrap your legs around my waist, sweetheart." Brad whispered to her, lightly feathering kisses over her luscious mouth. "I promise I will be gentle. It might hurt the first time, but I promise it will feel so good soon after. Do you trust me?" Belinda looked at him, staring deep into his eyes as she nodded. She knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, she could feel it in her gut. And she trusted him. "Yes, I trust you, Brad." She whispered to him before kissing his mouth once again, sighing softly at the feel of his fingers spreading her pussylips open and rubbing the pad of a fingertip across her sensitive nub. Eager and aroused to the point of bursting, Brad frigged Belinda's clit one last time before he pulled his hand from in between them and raised his hand to her face, swiping the sticky digit across her lower lip. Carefully, he pressed himself down against her, rubbing the head of his cock across her slick vulva, teasing her hard nub. His erection nudged at her entrance, and he could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as his body guided his throbbing shaft forward. Then ever so gently, he pushed the tip of his manhood inside her. Painstakingly entering her virgin body, as he leaned down to kiss her lips, wanting to ease into her slow enough so that her pain would be minimal once he took her maidenhead. Slowly, he pressed further, moving another inch of his thickness inside her tiny hole and then stayed there for a few moments, wanting her to get used to the feeling of having something in her body. "Brad, please move inside me. God, I need you so much. I've had a vibe in my pussy so your cock isn't much different. Now stop wasting time and fuck me!" Belinda hissed at him, impatience growing quick in her hunger for him. Brad looked down at her and chuckled softly, amused at her spirit and cheekiness. He nodded to her gently and proceeded to slide himself deeper inside her, feeling her inner muscles open up to him. Her slick heat was hot and dewy, aiding in his penetration as another inch slithered deeper, and then another inch, and another, continuing further inside until his whole shaft was embedded in her sweet fuckhole. Only then did he realize he had not his an obstruction, and with a puzzled look, he gazed upon her, seeing the twinkle in her eye. "Brad, I just told you I've had a vibe in my cunt. Do you really think..." She stopped to moan loudly, enjoying the sensation of a real cock inside her body before she continued. "that at my age I wouldn't have played with myself or fucked myself?" She giggled. "Well, I..." Brad began to respond, but knew it was futile. Instead, he felt the warmth of her hands gliding up his spine to the back of his neck and then the familiar graze of a woman's fingernails scratching lightly across his skin. He groaned deeply, shuddering against her touch as his body began to move within her. The legs that were wrapped around his waist now moved tighter across his hips, squeezing him intensely as he balanced himself on his hands at her shoulders and pushed his way deeper inside her cunt. "Is this how you want it, Bel? Do you want to feel my cock fucking you? Talk to me, babygirl. I want to hear you tell me what you want." He whispered hoarsely to her. "Yes! Oh yes. I want to feel you inside me, Brad. I need your cock inside me, fucking me. God it feels so good. Please, please fuck me, baby." Belinda's breath was short and raspy as she moaned out to him. "Again, Bel, tell me again. What do you want? Beg me. Beg me for what you want." Brad grinned down at her, staring deeply into her eyes as he kept himself fully sheathed inside her, unmoving, waiting to hear the desperation from her. He needed it, he wanted it, he ached for it. Nothing mattered but this moment. The moment that she would plead with him to ravish her body, take her as his, to give him all of herself. And with baited breath, he heard her whisper the words he longed to hear. "Brad. Oh. Please shove your cock in me, fuck my pussy. I need to feel you cum inside me. I want it all. Please, Brad, take me now. Fuck me!!" Belinda growled at him, a hint of frustration and eagerness in her voice. That was all it took for him to drive himself in and out of her. Brad heard the hunger in her tone, he sensed her desire for it, her need to share this with him. And so he pulled nearly all the way out of her body, keeping only the head of his cock inside her before he drove back inside again. Thrusting his hips forward forcefully, digging his thickened shaft balls deep inside her sopping cunt, fucking the woman beneath with vigour. This was the moment he had waited for, to penetrate her beautiful body with his, to feast upon her face as his cock relentlessly pounded her pussy. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed more, and with a deep thrust of his pelvis, he began to fuck her with abandonment. Pistoning in and out of her tight walls with his engorged flesh, ramming it deeper and harder, piercing her insides with the steel rod of his arousal. He could feel her pussy clench around him as he drove into her further, plunging her depths towards her cervix. Belinda screamed out his name from her parched lips, the sensations running through her body were more than she could take as she clawed at his back, raking her nails over his skin. His cock was filling her completely, she couldn't stop herself from tightening her pussy around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust of his hips. As her feet dug into his lower back, locked together in a tight embrace, her hands slowly dragged downward to cup the cheeks of his arse, squeezing the taut flesh in her palms. Her fingers circled over him, caressingly, lovingly, egging him on to enter her again and again and again. She needed more. "Harder, Brad. Fuck me harder. Oh God, I need it harder. Make it hurt, please!" Belinda growled against his lips. He looked down at her intensely, feeling her warm breath blow across his face as she hissed at him. He wasn't intending on slowing down, nor stopping, and as he felt her breasts crushing against his chest, he began to move faster above her. Driving the thick root of his desire inside her tight snatch, her fucked her ruthlessly with every stroke. The muscles of his buttocks clenched and released with each thrust of his pelvis as it mashed against hers, causing instant friction to her throbbing clit. "Oh my God. Braaaad! Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum again... oh fuck fuck!" Belinda screamed out. "Oh yeah, fucking cum for me babydoll. That's it baby, fuck me, take my cock in your hot cunt and coat it with your juices. Soak my cock baby, fucking cum for me Belinda!" His voice cruelly taunted her, begging her to release herself. Belinda had no choice, for she couldn't stop the wave of orgasm as it overtook her once again. But this time, it felt different then before. This time, she could feel the entire length of her inner walls contract around his throbbing erection, pulling him in deeper with each uncontrolled spasm of her cunt. Her body shuddered and bucked beneath him, her head writhing from side to side as she felt her entire system convulse with intense pleasure. She also felt as though she was going to pee, not sure of the mixture of sensations that flooded her body, but she couldn't slow it down. She was riding the wave of euphoric ecstasy and it drained her completely. Brad could feel the way her body responded to him, her lithe frame writhing under the strength of his hold, and as he felt her tightness grip his length like a tight fist, he couldn't back his own release. His cock jutted and spasmed, shooting out a load of hot cum as it sprayed her insides. "Oh fucking hell, Bel. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming for you, babyfuck! OHHHHHHHHH BEEEEELLLLLLLLLL!" Brad yelled loudly. Both of their bodies were joined in unison as their climaxes took hold. Each of them was experiencing the most intense orgasm of their young lives, and as Brad forced his cock all the way inside her to release every last drop of hot, white lava, he felt Belinda's fingernails digging into the flesh of his rump, holding him against her. This was intense. The sticky fluid of Brads cum was coating her insides, bathing her from inside as he howled her name from his lips. His face a mixture of pain and pleasure as he squinted through a shadow of emerald fire, his orgasm intensified by the heightened arousal of her cunt. He could feel it squeezing every last drop from his balls, draining them dry. Dorm Room Ch. 03 Panting breathlessly as she came back to Earth, Belinda's lips pursed closely together to expel a myriad of sexual moans. Her trembling body was being crushed under Brad's weight as he fell on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck. She sniffed the air, inhaling the stench of sex and sweat as it filled the tiny room. Her arms encircled around his back to hold him close to her as they regained their breath. "Mmmmmm honey... that was extraordinary. Oh Brad, thank you. I can't tell you how incredible that was." She whispered into his ear. He raised his head and smiled into her pretty blue eyes. "It was magical, Bel. Like nothing I've ever experienced. I think I love you." He shyly smiled at her. Belinda gasped at his words, taken aback by his frankness as she twitched beneath him. A childlike giggle escaping her lips as the blush of her cheeks flamed her senses. She wasn't sure what to make of his last comment, but she adored hearing it from his lips. She also knew she felt the same way. "Brad, I think I love you too. And I think we should do this again, real soon." She winked at him. Smiling at her with adoration, Brad rolled over onto his back and wrapped the sweet angel up into his arms, pulling her against his body as he sighed deeply. She snuggled into his embrace and laid her head over his chest, raising her left arm up to drag her fingertips across the matt of fine dark hair covering his body. They lay there like this for several minutes until Brad spoke to her, gently kneading the top of her scalp with his fingers. "Bel, I want you to stay the night with me. I don't want you leaving me yet. Please." He whispered to her, gently stroking the side of her face. She looked up to him, rubbing her cheek against the dampness of his chest as she smiled and murmured. There was no need for words as she nodded her response, wanting nothing less then to spend another night wrapped up in his arms. And that is the way they stayed for hours after. Locked together in his warm bed, softly stroking one another with fingertips, they drifted off into a deep sleep, both of them with smiles upon their faces.