0 comments/ 27074 views/ 4 favorites Working Overtime Ch. 02 By: JayTinMan II: Full Time Students A phone rang. A car honked twice. People yelled. Doors slammed all around and footsteps echoed on stairs and tiled floors. Laughter mixed with yells and the susurrus of everyday conversation at home. It was an apartment complex like any other, smack in middle of a city like any other, filled with people like any other. It had first been occupied predominantly by the elderly, then the impoverished masses, then not much of anyone for a few years until some industrious individual decided to remodel it and make a profit. Now it was full of students, eager to use loans to pay for a place of their own, and the whole structure rang of their humor, their vitality, their spirit, and their camaraderie. It also rang of their virility. Robert Bret Davidson heard it all, felt it all. He also felt the lump in the pit of his stomach, the butterflies in his gut, and the sweat running down his back. The hall had to be eighty degrees, the stairs ninety, and the temperature outside encroached upon a hundred degrees. The hall stank of sweat, cheap cologne, and fresh paint. It was a place to be moved through, tolerated until one could reach an individual apartment or car outside, but Robert stood, just as hot and just as uncomfortably and just as still as he had for the last thirty minutes. He wanted a drink, not to fend against the heat, but to give him some courage and calm his nerves. All the relief he needed was through the door he stared at, and he knew it. Apartment 69 was occupied by none other than Morgan Robertson, a sophomore at the local college, a cheerleader there as well, and the girl that took Robert's virginity. She was one year older than he at twenty, and had always been mature beyond her years, both mentally and physically. Robert had lusted after her for over a year before circumstances led them into each other's arms. Their sex was the release of all their adolescent tensions: fleeting, hot, and a real-life fantasy for Robert. She had led him on afterward, flirting and stealing kisses for weeks before she invited him into her car for a nighttime "drive." It was a disaster. Not due to the sex, of course, Robert seemed naturally gifted and Morgan was more than adept, but afterward it was time to discuss their direction together. Morgan was interested in sex and just sex: when she felt like it, needed a quick fling and had to have a hard dick to accomplish it. Robert loved the sex, but hers was the first thing resembling a relationship he had had in years, and he wanted to hold onto that. The sex was his greatest attraction, but her mind and her company also interested him. Sex was Morgan's only attraction. She never considered him relationship material, continually looking for an older guy to be with, someone she didn't think of as a friend or a peer. Unfortunately she let him know it. They separated then, unsure of each other and unsure of their own motivations. She would be tormented by guilt and he by his seeming romantic impotence and the dull ache in his loins for almost a full year. He got a "happy birthday" from her when he turned nineteen but no more, the silence stinging more than any insult. She moved on and away, took up residence on her own, and concentrated on her school and friends. He gave up hope as well, certain she would replace him with a bevy of men, and certain she would never need him like he needed her. He consoled himself on the internet at night, staring at the harlots on the web until his hand released him temporarily from his desire. Unbeknownst to Robert, Morgan was no happier. She had tried to date other men, but found them all the same. For months she missed Rob's innocence, his pure effort and stamina. Finally her fate was his: guilty self-pleasure by the light of a computer screen and the caress of a palm. She buried herself in her work and her social life, making friends by the dozen, earning good grades like candy, and achieving no real happiness. The raw, sexual burning she felt was still there, aching more than ever, and it had only subsided once in her young adult life: her passionate months with Rob. She needed him back, and she knew it. Thus came the message via Facebook. It was plain, vague, and short, but to Robert it was more beautiful than any verse ever written in the history of mankind. She gave a date, a time, and an address with an order to "meet me to talk. About us." The time came of course, and so did Rob. He made the drive to her apartment complex, climbed her stairs, and found her door, but then he stopped. There he had been, in the heat and the humidity, for over half an hour. He raised his hand a tenth time, intending to knock, but had to lower it. God curse his nervousness! Without it he wouldn't have driven her away in the first place! Dejectedly, he turned himself away, ashamed to admit even to himself that he couldn't face whatever ultimatum she had planned. He turned back, just once, and rested his forehead on the door as if to say goodbye for good, grimacing in shame. Then his phone buzzed. He grumbled, putting all his weight against the door through his head as he fished in his pocket for the message. Sweat dripped off his eyebrows, barely missing his phone on their way to the floor as it completed its journey below his face. "I'm going to the parking lot," it said, "You'll see me when you pull up." From Morgan. Robert comprehended its meaning instantly, but had no time to back away before the door that had forced him away for the past thirty minutes swung open, with him tumbling after it. He reeled as his balance was forced back upon him by the door, swinging his arms and tottering forward half a step. His heart beat rapidly, its staccato a rhythmic song to his hysterical dance. He finally composed himself and stood fully upright, phone in his hand, and saw her. Morgan Robertson gaped at him from two feet away, mouth and eyes wide open. She hadn't seen her last lover for a year, and then had him almost fall on her. He was disheveled, sweaty, and unfocused, but immediately she saw again what attracted her to him in the first place: he was fit, handsome, and young. He was smooth in the way only fair-skinned adolescents can be, with slightly bulging muscles on his chest, back, and arms. His dark blond hair was too tousled to be cared for, and the sweat had soaked through his chest and under his arms, but Morgan found it deliciously masculine. His eyes bored into hers, and his face wore an embarrassed look, coupled with the fading hope that was there previously. "G-g-good God!" he stammered, shaken, "Do you always open doors so violently? And it's about time! I knocked 'till my hand hurt!" She answered him, knowing he hadn't knocked once. "I like to make sure my guests are devoted to being here before I throw open the door to strangers, especially ones that are liable to lurch suddenly into my home upon the door's opening!" They both laughed, totally surprised at the lack of awkwardness between them. As usual, all Robert's worrying was for naught. It was an instantaneous happiness, like two friends seeing each other for the first time in decades. Whatever had driven her to push him away was gone, as was the uncertainty that plagued her from the very first time she decided to fuck him. They hugged, like friends, and Rob held her away from him to look at her, closer to him than a friend would hold but far enough away to examine her. "My, my, do you look nice!" His compliment escaped automatically as he observed her dark hair and unblemished skin, down her slender neck. Her breasts were as he remembered them: large for her petite stature and pert. He thought for a second as he looked at her chest that she was braless, but that was never like her, so he moved on. Her hips flared out almost too much, but stopped just in time to complement her breasts and make her one of the most curvaceous women Rob had ever seen. Her ass was taught, but not small, and it rolled with her hips as she walked. It stuck out just enough to catch the eye and to keep jeans from sitting above it. He loved that ass. "You haven't changed a bit but for the better, if that were possible." "Well well," she countered, "Looks like I let in the right guy! You're a sight for deprived eyes as well, excepting that you look like you ran the whole way here." He smiled sheepishly at her jibe, but was secretly gladdened by her obvious joy at seeing him and her hint that she hadn't been with other men. She continued. "Come in and have a drink at least, so I can shut the door. You look exhausted, not to mention hot. How about a cold beer and a shower?" She turned away and walked toward her kitchenette as he spoke. "That would be great! You don't mind me using your shower?" She laughed in reply as she reached the other side of her living room and swung around the end of the bar and over to her fridge. He had pushed the door shut behind him and followed her to the counter, his eyes fixated on her butt in tight jeans. His dick swelled in his pants as she bent over to get their brews. A baby blue thong shot up from between the tan mounds of her ass. He was enraptured in its lace and the purple stripes on the triangle over her ass. All he could do was stare, until he realized she had turned her head and was staring back. "Still haven't lost that desperation, I see." She said, teasingly. "And here I just thought you wanted my beer!" He reddened in shock. She had never been so forward before! "I guess I'll just have to make my shower cold." He chuckled, accepting his drink as she stood. She just smiled at him mischievously and cracked open her can. He tipped his to her and drank as well, thirstily. Inside they were both in turmoil. Neither could believe she had come onto him already! She was more desperate than even she herself had thought! He was still embarrassed she had caught him leering and wondered if she had seen the movement down his thigh. She just wondered if she could get it to move again. They crashed their empty cans down on the counter simultaneously, exhaling sighs of content. Her apartment was cool and well furnished, with a large living room that was open over the bar into a small kitchen. A doorway led to a hall off the living room that Robert presumed led to the utility room, bedrooms, and closet. He pointed at it, feeling sweaty. "That where I'll find my shower?" "Yea," she said, "Bathroom's the first door on your right. Towels are in the closet. Soap's provided, just don't steal it." He laughed and walked away, sad to leave her but wanting to be clean. He could feel her eyes on him as he vanished down the hall. She listened for the water, sipping another beer as she leaned on the counter, and sighed. He found what he needed fast, and was washing in no time. He felt like a new man as the water washed away his sweat and anxiety. Despite his earlier joke, steam soon fogged the air along with the scent of generic soap and shampoo. His hands rubbed his stomach, chest, and arms, soaping up, and he couldn't help but think of her. His cock twitched atop his nuts at the thought of that thong and her knowing glare, and he stroked it absently, only stopping when he knew it wouldn't be prudent to walk back out with an adamant hard-on. He wasn't overly large, on the upper side of average tops, but it would still show and she would be looking. He rinsed and stepped out into the steam, groping for a towel, eager to get back to her and find out why she wanted to see him. He dried well, but the steam made total dryness impossible, and he reached for his clothes knowing he did his best. Then he realized he couldn't wear what he had discarded on the floor. Morgan had reached the same assumption during his shower, and had immediately smiled. She smiled still as he walked back into her living room, towel wrapped around his waist. "Uh, Morgan...You got any guy clothes?" She giggled helplessly. His chest and arms were red from the hot water. His hair was damp and plastered to his head. His slick torso shone in the light as did his accusing eyes. He stood in the doorway past the counter, looking in on her couch and TV. She walked toward him as she answered. "Nope, I sure don't! Of course, you can't wear your sweaty clothes and sit on my couch." She stood a foot away and looked up at him, smiling. "You're stuck with a towel, bud." He was at a loss. She probably planned this! And he, in his blissfully unaware state, had fallen into her trap. When had she become so devious and overtly sexual? He guessed college just changed a person. "Well, if you won't let me dress, the least you can offer me is another beer!" He smiled to himself for the small victory as he sat down on the couch. He didn't know how she came across the alcohol, but he appreciated it. She brought them each another cold can, and plopped down beside him. He could feel the heat of her leg against his through his towel, as he could feel the moisture on his back and legs seeping into the couch. They drank in silence, staring straight ahead at the dark television. Tension rose for the first time, preceding his unasked question. Finally, feeling foolish in nothing but a towel, and with his beer empty he spoke. "Morgan, why the hell am I here? Was it that urgent that I shower in your apartment? And why now?" He was almost irritated as he said it, finally realizing how idiotic the whole situation seemed. All this waiting, just for two drinks and a shower? Barely any conversation, no explanation, and blatant sexual overtures? It just wasn't like her, and they both knew it. He had to have an answer, not to mention some clue as to whether his pain regarding her would ever end. "All this time without so much as a casual hello, but now you're content to keep me undressed and drinking your booze?" He glared at her, on the verge of fuming. She stared back, stunned at how worked up he was. He was panting, flustered, frustrated, and so right. She had no answer to give him, no clue to make him understand, and no reason herself for the message she sent. She just wanted him there. Even as he stared her down she couldn't help but think how hot he made her. She settled her gaze onto his, her face mere inches away and below his, and found her answer. Rob could do nothing but sit there when she kissed him. The anger went out of him, as did his strength, and he just sat there stunned. She threw both arms around his neck and planted it on him. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth as she rotated her hips around to straddle his legs. His arms hung limp at his sides. The heat of her body warmed his torso, damp from his shower, and he could feel her tits push against his chest. She explored every inch of his mouth and ran her fingernails along his back, writhing in his lap. She didn't stop until she needed to breathe. Gasping, after what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back from his body, hair messed, shirt wrinkled, makeup smeared. Her nipples stuck out from her shirt and could have cut glass they were so hard, and she could feel that telltale warmth starting in her loins. How long it had been since she'd had a man! "That," she said huskily, "is your answer, as best as I can give it. Will you come back to me?" He thought for a moment, seemingly serious. "Well...you do buy good beer!" and he smiled. The next kiss was mutual. She stayed atop his thighs and he leaned forward this time, glad for so many things. He couldn't believe she had asked him back! He was glad she hadn't found someone else, glad she still wanted him, glad she had changed for the better, and glad she was so horny. His cock grew fuller under his towel as she ground her crotch into his pubic mound. She ran her hands through his hair as their tongues met in her mouth. He palmed her ass, the butt he dreamed of fucking late at night, and squeezed. She groaned in reply, the sound muffled by his tongue. She couldn't believe she had done it! Finally! After so many long nights with no company but her hand, she had broken down whatever internal barrier she had had that kept her from just letting go. She broke their kiss, letting his tongue escape hers, and leaned back laughing. "God I love this!" she blurted out, exhilarated at her new mindset. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his hardening cock through his towel. He jumped, smiling, in total heaven and glad to see her happy. His cock reached full hardness as her hand caressed it and stood against the towel, outlined against his leg. Her other hand reached down to rub her pussy through her jeans, grinding the seam into her clit. She could feel the dampness spreading in her panties and loved it, knowing she would soon have the release she desired. Rob reached up and palmed her tits as she rubbed his dick, returning the favor. He gaped at her, mouth open, as he felt her taut nipples through the fabric of her T-shirt. No bra! He couldn't say he was too surprised after her recent actions, but it was certainly a plus. They radiated electricity through her body as he rubbed each one, and she gazed down at him, moaning. He panted as well, his dick straining at the towel painfully. He could smell her heat as the front of her jeans darkened, and sweat began to mingle with the condensation on his body. The tension built between them like a stretched rubber band, waiting to snap. Just being able to touch another person sexually had both students hot and gasping. His cock throbbed under her palm as she ground it into his thigh. Her clit was swollen in her panties, as were her pussy lips, and both sent bursts of pleasure up her spine. She felt her climax approaching long before she wanted their encounter to end. His eyes closed and rolled up in his head as he finally built up for release under her fingers. He smiled, glad to have her touching him, gasping and groaning as his orgasm came. Just as he reached the edge, however, she stopped. Precum leaked out of his dick like water from a broken faucet as her hand stopped its rubbing just in time. Likewise, the other hand left her pussy aching for more. Under his incredulous stare, she dismounted from his lap and stood before him. Panting, she just managed to gasp "Not this soon! I'm not done with you yet!" He couldn't believe she had denied him, but at the same time couldn't fault her. He had waited so long, he realized he wanted nothing less than to possess her, to fuck her into oblivion. "True, true" he said finally, a smirk coming to his lips, "I guess I'm not done with you either!" Her answer was to turn around and slowly unzip her jeans. With practiced deliberation, she bent over and lowered her pants to the floor. Her thong was within arm's reach of Rob's face, the bow enticing him to untie it with his teeth, and the darker, damper fabric covering her pussy poking out from between her legs. His cock flexed against his thigh, spreading his precum across his leg. He whistled his approval as she turned back to him laughing. With one smooth motion, she gripped her shirt at its hem, and simultaneously pulled it over her head and bowed, dropping it in front of her jeans. Robert was speechless as she jumped back up, her tits bobbing in front of her. He had forgotten how much he loved them. They were as perky as could be, standing to attention in front of her torso, topped with pink nipples set in paler areolas. They were crinkled and swollen with arousal. They begged to be kissed. He reached out to them, but she danced just out of reach, shaking her head and laughing. "Not just yet, big boy!" He watched her ass sway as she strode away almost naked to the kitchen, then he turned back and leaned into the couch, sighing. His dick throbbed as he thought of that damp spot over her cunt and he remembered the smell of her sex. "This can't be real!" he muttered to himself. Working Overtime Ch. 02 The next thing he knew, all was dark and wet. All he could smell was the sweetly pungent aroma of her pussy. He spluttered, surprised, and fumbled with the fabric over his eyes. She giggled as he finally pulled her panties off his head and stared at her. She had rounded the end of the couch after tugging her thong off and shoving it over his hair, and he got a perfect view of her ass and tits as she walked to stand in front of him once more. She had retrieved nothing but a can of whipped cream from the kitchen and held it proudly in front of her as he licked the juices off her panties. He loved the way she tasted, and laughed at the naughty eagerness with which she brandished the cream. "You must be hungry too!" She rejoined, "You bet! And this isn't the only cream I'm after!" He stood up and walked toward her, staring at her smooth twat. The towel fell to the side with the panties he dropped and he embraced her boldly, kissing her with passion. His cock pressed against her stomach between them and she moaned again, her pussy slick. He broke off the kiss after a long while and stared down into her eyes, feeling her hand on his back and her nipples against his torso. "That's not the only cream I want to feed you!" She laughed throatily and backed to the middle of the living room. She popped the top off the whipped cream can and tossed it away, then ran a long stream of it from her navel to her cleavage. "Come and get it, soldier!" He crouched to lap at her belly button, one hand stroking his dick and the other just barely brushing her pussy lips. She groaned as he swirled his tongue inside her navel and cleaned it of the cream. Up he went from there, slowly lapping the sugar away from her stomach. Goosebumps raised on her skin, as did the hair on the back of her neck. She quivered in excitement as he finished between her breasts and stood to full height, kissing her. She could taste the sweetness on his tongue as he took the can from her and then stood back again. This time the cream was applied to the top of his dick and his pubic mound. He covered his sensitive pubis and mounded it on top of his cockhead before stopping, flourishing the can like a pro. She dropped to her knees with pleasure, her lips coming to rest inches from the dollop of dessert on the tip of his rod. He gasped sharply as she enveloped his dickhead into her mouth, sucking the cream off of it. She pulled on it as hard as she could in her mouth until it was as clean as could be and as tight as a drum. When she released it, it was dark purple and pulsating with heat. She moved up his shaft using only her tongue, licking like a cat in great long strokes. He groaned in pleasure as her warm tongue and breath stimulated every nerve ending on the sensitive skin of his cock. When that cream was devoured she used her mouth sideways on his member, stroking it with her lips and the very tips of her teeth. It was all he could do not to thrust blindly against her face, and he growled with the effort. She finished with his manhood by deep throating it, slowly lowering her head down its length until its tip was buried in her throat and her nose was pressed against the cream on his mound. She held her stance there, clenching her throat and trying not to gag. He lost it, and just pressed wildly into her, trying to go deeper. He felt like an animal, uncontrolled and lusting after her heat. After thirty seconds or so of his mad thrusting she pulled back, her eyes watering, gasping for air. Her nose was covered in whipped cream from his mound. Strings of saliva ran from her chin to his cock, and some dripped its way down to her heaving tits. He thought she looked beautiful there on her knees. But she wasn't done yet. Slowly, almost lovingly, she licked his mound clean. His skin tingled with the touch of her warm tongue and the pant of her breath, and he pressed her head closer to him with a hand to her hair. A low groan escaped his lips as she finished and sat back, kissing his dick from base to tip. The can again appeared in her hand as she cradled his balls in the other. He had trimmed the hair close on his nuts, and they were perfectly symmetrical fuzzy orbs in her palm. One by one, she squirted a dob of cream on them and slowly sucked it off, enveloping his scrotum in her hot mouth. She loved the velvety skin of his sac, and the pleasure she gave and received was almost sinful in its excess. His groan never died, and she rose from his crotch leaving it sticky and totally aroused. His seed boiled for release in his loins, but he just smiled and took the can of cream from her, spinning her around to put her back to the couch. He tweaked a nipple, making her blush, before guiding her back into a reclining position, slumped on the seat with her legs braced wide in front of her and her ass almost off the couch. The back supported her head and allowed her to watch the action as Rob kneeled between her legs. His dick bobbed and swayed as he moved, providing an aching reminder to the pleasure it would give her, and she moaned even before he touched her, eager to give that bouncing pole a place to rest inside of her. He took her moaning as a cue to continue, and thus brandished the can again, covering her tits and cleavage. Then he covered her mound and pussy lips, smiling at the way her swollen inner lips poked out from inside her. He swiped it once between them, making her gasp and spurting just a little cream inside her pussy. He finished with a trail of the sugary substance to her puckered anus, covering it as well. She panted and dripped in arousal, her hands clenched in the fabric of the furniture, and he started eating. He swirled both her nipples in turn with his tongue, cleaning them of the sweetness in one swipe apiece. Beads of sweat ran down her back as he flicked them with his tongue and nibbled on them lightly. He sucked the blood to them like he was after milk, and even after he moved on to her cleavage she could feel them pulsing and she could touch their tender heat. This she did as she moaned, kneading her soft breasts like dough and pulling them in ecstasy as he trailed his mouth from their sensitive peaks to the more sensitive valley between her thighs. This area he was more deliberate with, careful to use long, languid strokes with his tongue and not to use his teeth. Slowly, he lapped her mound clear, panting on it for effect. He knew from experience the feel of his breath on her pussy thrilled her. Her breath grew ragged and wet as she forced it between her teeth, coupled with the tortured moan that was becoming constant. She desperately tugged at her inflamed nipples, just as he pulled at his swollen organ, loving the ever-so-slow buildup to release. She yelped as he pressed his taste buds to her clit, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. Every swipe of it sent electric sensation up her spine and through her nipples. He wiggled his way down her slit, tasting both the cream and the copious wetness from her cunt, flicking his tongue from side to side along her lips. He went back up to her clit again, scooping deeper inside her to get the last of the cream, and sucking furiously on her clitoris to finish. She yelled and bucked on the couch, throwing her tits to the sky and closing her eyes. Her vagina pulsed with heat and pleasure, bringing her more and more rapidly to the orgasm for which she had waited months. He stopped once more on his way back down her lips to plunge his tongue deep into the wet recesses of her twat, driving her wild with pleasure. He flexed it as she moaned, and flicked the tip all around her silken walls. Her hips shoved against his chin, dampening it, and her thighs clamped on his head. She begged him to keep going, but he withdrew. Not to seem rude, however, he positioned one hand at her clit, rubbing slowly but insistently to keep her fully aroused and on the verge of climax. Her eyes were clamped, devoting all her attention to the bolts of pure satisfaction and sexual pleasure coming from her pussy and nipples. Her bald cunt pushed at air as she threw her hips to Robert's capable mouth and hand. Her tits were twin pinnacles of arousal under her feverish ministrations. His tongue was soft and wet as it rubbed the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass, wiping it free of the sugary whipped cream. He made long laps from the bottom of her engorged lips to the wrinkled ring of her asshole. She was as clean and smooth as if she was incapable of gaining dirt or hair, and Rob reveled in her scent and quivering passion. Moisture dripped from her twat as she finally brought herself to the lip of her climax, and over she went. Just as the first wave of her pleasure captured her brain, however, Robert ran his tongue around her ass. Morgan went insane. Her thighs squeezed Rob's head in unconscious convulsions as she screamed out her release to the world. He rubbed his tongue over and around the hot circle of her backdoor tunnel, giving her sensations she had never felt before. One of her hands abandoned her nipples to the full treatment of the other and buried itself at her pussy. Two fingers pounded in and out of her wetness as his palm ground into her clit. She could feel her inner walls twitch and spasm around her digits, and the juices she produced quickly lubricated the rimming Rob was doing so well. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and the couch dampened beneath her writhing form as wave after wave of passionate pleasure ravaged Morgan's curvaceous form. She screamed his name for minutes, gasping out her appreciation, "Rob, Rob, Rob, Rob!" And still it kept going. Finally, after one of the longest orgasms of her life, contested only by other climaxes Robert had given her, the spasmic contortions of her body faded and left but a dull, satisfied warmth in her loins. He rose and bent over her, smiling at her pleasure, and kissed her, letting her taste the cream mixed with her own juices. She licked her lips afterward in approval of her taste, wishing she could lick the rest from her pussy, but he had better uses for her natural lube. She might have had her orgasm, but he still needed his, and the dull ache in his nuts wouldn't let him forget it. With one pull, he raised her ass off the couch, pulling her head down to lay flat on the seat and placing all the weight on her shoulders that he didn't support himself. He draped her legs over his arms, grabbing her supple ass, and slowly aligned his swollen prick with her damp cunt. He smiled evilly at her, enjoying the way her tits fell back almost in her face and the lazy smile he would soon replace with a gasping mask of desire. She winked at him, and he dove in. In one shove he impaled her, burying his hot member balls deep in her aching pussy. She squealed and squirmed on the couch, flexing her inner walls against his girth. He had an average dick as far as size went, but to her it was perfect. He held her there so they could both savor the view: her twat stretched perfectly around his boner, pulling it down to her. His nuts rested on her ass almost delicately, brushing her anus with each movement. For one moment they stared at the junction of their bodies, both panting heavily with desire, and then he started to thrust. In long, powerful strokes he drove her down to the couch, bottoming out with each push. His heavy scrotum, filled with his potent seed, slapped her ass each time he shoved in and provided a tempo to the wet slurping of his dick in her cunt. The sweat streamed down Rob's clean back, making it shine like her torso. His cock was wet with her juices as it withdrew, shining as well in the light of the living room. His expression grew savage, and he leered at her as her tits bounced from her chest to her chin as he plowed her. She stared back, eyes wide, moaning as he revived her loins from her first orgasm. His rhythm was constant and demanding, pounding her slick hole for no other reason than his personal release. Her hands absently played over her nipples and down to her clit, pleasuring herself as the head of his cock rubbed back and forth over her G-spot. For fifteen minutes he kept his pace, almost rubbing her shoulders raw as he pulled her back and forth on the couch. His balls rose to the base of his cock, readying his cum to shoot, and he groaned like an animal in rut. Still he pushed harder, smacking her ass to his thighs and slapping it every now and then. Her ass cheeks swiftly turned red under his abuse, and she gasped and yelped with each thrust. She knew his orgasm was close, and that he was about to fill her to the womb with his fiery jizz. She, however, had other plans. Morgan played innocent, caressing herself and moaning huskily as he pleasured himself in her pussy. His fevered growl grew to a roar with each exhalation of breath as his orgasm rapidly approached. She let him go as long as she could, milking him with the muscles of her wet tunnel, until she felt his dick expand with his orgasm. Rapidly, she tore from his grasp, pushing him away with a mad thrust of her toned legs. He stumbled back, shocked, his climax quelled as it began, semen running from his cockhead down his shaft to his taut scrotum. He almost let it all drain out of him, almost resigned his cock to twitch in midair and let his cum spew on the floor, but he held it in with a supreme effort of will. She laughed evilly as he watched her flushed ass disappear over the back of the couch and run to the kitchen counter. His chest, neck, and face were bright red from exertion and he was soaked with sweat. Anger built in his mind, a slow rage, burning with ire. He wanted to punish her, to pound her cunt so hard she'd never think of running from his seed again. So he followed the path of her pert ass over the couch. Roaring, he rounded the counter and halted, dick swaying in front of him, semen dripping from his nuts to the tile. She stood there, looking at him, loving his rage. She was a different woman from the one that left him, and now she knew it. He had never wanted her more, and that desire in his eyes sent chills from her sopping pussy to her fevered mind. There was only one thing she could give him in return for such helpless rage, and she gave it with a swivel on her heel and a bend over the counter. "Come get it, tiger," she said laughing as she pressed her electric nipples into the granite of her counter, "I want you in my ass." She shoved her perfect behind toward him as if to make her point, baring her swollen lips and her tight anus to his gaze. "Take it or leave it!" At one time, this would have floored him. Hell, an hour earlier he would have been shocked and speechless. Now, however, after having licked cream off that very ass, after having had it pressed to his crotch with wild abandon, there was no hesitation in his mind. He dreamed of pressing his hard manhood into the squeezing depths of her ass, and it seemed today all his dreams were coming true. He laughed as he stepped up to her damp, tortured frame, standing on tiptoes against the counter so as to give him the best vantage. "My little slut. Time to lose your last virginity." She grinned at him over her shoulder as his hands found her hips and a moan escaped her lips in an unquestionable approval. He leaned down as he stepped up to her and spat on her asshole to help lube it for his cock. Then he slapped his left hand to her exposed slit, cupping it from behind and making her squeal. That same squeal turned to a moan on her lips as he began rubbing her pussy from her clit to her ass, spreading as much of her natural slickness as possible over her asshole. After she was lubed considerably, he slowly walked into her, forcing her feet off the ground and grinding her pussy into his pubic mound. She gasped as her legs spread across his waist and she bent her knees around his back to support herself. She rose up on her forearms on the counter until the very tips of her nipples were all that touched the surface, and there they stopped: She was supported only by her arms on the counter and her weight against Robert's thighs. He could feel her heat on his mound and groaned with the effort not to just plunge his organ into her pussy then and there to finish his orgasm. But he wanted that ass. Slowly, he began to push his middle finger into her puckered hole. She moaned and squirmed as he inserted it to the knuckle, holding her waist to his body with his other hand. After a few seconds he began to thrust it in and out of her quivering body, loosening her virgin hole. He couldn't believe how tight she was! It seemed like his finger stretched her limits, let alone his swollen cock! Thinking about his manhood made it twitch under her pussy, however, and reminded him he had work to do. Two fingers now fought their way between the tanned globes of Morgan's perfect ass. Rob couldn't believe he was going to get anal from a college cheerleader! She whined and whimpered in slight pain as he continued to stretch her, but she soon relaxed and allowed the pleasure to flow from the massed nerve endings of her rectum. Quickly, she began pressing back against his hand and moaning loudly, wanting more. Her hands busied themselves at her nipples once more, twisting and pulling pleasure from her tits. When she started whispering his name, Rob knew it was time. He withdrew his fingers slick and wet with the juice from her pussy and his saliva, leaving her hips bucking for more and her anus constricting around air, and stood to full height while pressing her lower back down. Her dull groan never stopped, and she shut her eyes in anticipation. She knew it would hurt, but she wanted his fullness in her ass more than anything else in the world. It felt like an eternity of waiting before she felt his pulsating cockhead pushing at her backdoor. He spit on his cock for extra ease and began to push against her. With excruciating patience, he opened her ass around his head. In and in it went, and she began to gasp with painful pleasure. "Oh, God Rob! Please put it in! I want it, I want it! You feel so huge!" A strangled yell broke from her lips as his cockhead finally popped into her ass and it clenched around his shaft. He went faster now that his girth was in her, and soon had her pussy lips brushing the fuzz on his balls. She held the other side of the counter top in a death grip, groaning loudly in pain. She was so full! She almost made him pull out to finish in her pussy, but began to realize the pain was receding, leaving nothing but ecstasy behind. She began to push back. Robert beamed at her acceptance and took his chance. At first slowly, then more eagerly, he began to pull and push his dick in and out of her asshole. It was slower going than her pussy just because she was so tight, but Rob persevered. Every time he pulled out, his manhood threatened to pop out of her ass and bent with the effort of shoving it back in, but it felt too good not to keep going. Her animalistic growl filled the air as she began to love the sensation of his cock ramming her virginal ass. She felt dirty, slutty, defiled, and she loved it. He snarled with her and leaned over her, finding new depths with the head of his cock. His hands grabbed her shoulders, leaving nothing to support her weight but his groin, which relentlessly shoved its hot shaft into her anus. He kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, rubbing his whole torso into her back, releasing himself to his desires. They looked like wild beasts: sweaty, disheveled, and fucking like mad. Her pussy ran juice down his nuts and dripped to the floor between his feet. Her tits grew red and inflamed as she twisted her nipples to the point of pain for the sake of pleasure. He nibbled all over her skin, from her earlobes to her neck to her shoulders, leaving a few marks where he grew careless. She loved the slight pain mixed with the enormous pleasure emanating from her ass, and she felt her second orgasm of the day approaching rapidly. The sound of their growls, yelps, and moans filled the air, loud enough to cause people in the hall outside to pause in their routines. The whole apartment reeked of their youthful lust, their sweat, their sex, and their pheromones. His crotch slapped her tight ass with every thrust, throwing his balls forward into her ravaged cunt, leaving them damp. Her whole body was rigid on the pinnacle of his dick deep inside of her and she was mesmerized by the pleasure he gave her. He actively fought his orgasm that had once been so imminent, loath to end their mating. She, however, had less luck fighting hers and knew he wouldn't be able to resist her contractions. Working Overtime Ch. 02 It took another five minutes for her orgasm to break, and they loved every one of them. He worked like mad, pounding her ass for all he was worth, forcing the breath out of her in harsh bursts while fighting his own climax, physically drained but eager. She rocked back and forth on the counter, easing his burden while allowing herself to fit more of him inside her. She loved the way his cockhead rubbed the inside of her ass and her yells were unquenched. Alas, five minutes were all she could add on to their lengthy encounter, and not a second more. Like an earthquake, her body shook with pleasure. Her legs spasmed around his waist, just as her ass spasmed around his cock. She shrieked in total release as the electricity of her second climax flooded her brain. Fluid gushed from her cunt down Rob's scrotum and down her thighs. She threw herself down on the counter and yelled into the rock, ravaged by her own body. Her contortions overcame his control, and he finally allowed his own orgasm to break over him. He yelled with her as his cock pulsed in her shivering ass, and he drilled rope after rope of his sticky seed inside of her. His legs collapsed underneath him and he was forced to lean forward on her already prostrate form, supporting both of them on the counter. His yells overcame hers as her climax died and his reached full height. She could feel his manhood flex in her anus as her bowels filled with cum. His eyes rolled back and he tossed his head from side to side, his hair plastered to his face with sweat. His vision blurred and his mind grew fuzzy, on the verge of delirium as the culmination of a year of painful yearning ended in Morgan's perfect ass. Slowly, but all too quickly, his orgasm ended. The aftershocks of hers faded away as well, dying with his final spurts of semen. The white fluid squeezed out of her ass and past his softening dick, the overflow of his massive load. They lay there together, panting, spent, ravaged on the counter, staring at the walls and the front door. Finally, Robert found his legs would work again, and he pulled himself from Morgan's back. His flaccid cock fell out of her ass and slapped against his nut sac wetly. He stood over her, swaying, physically as spent as he had ever been. Weakly, he tottered to the other side of the counter, in front of Morgan's face. He lifted it to look in her eyes, and smiled sweetly. She joined him, too weak to move from the second powerful orgasm that had pillaged her body that day. In thanks and promise, she slowly sucked his soft dick into her mouth. He was too drained to harden again, but she cleaned him anyway, tasting the bitter saltiness of his cum, which she loved, as well as the earthy taste of her ass and the sweetness of her own juices. When she was done, she let his member fall from her mouth, and laid her cheek on the counter again. He brushed her hair once, and then staggered down the hall to her room, falling into her bed just before he passed out. Morgan made it up in time to see his ass flex as he walked into her room and watch the muscles of his shoulders bunch with the strain of remaining on his feet. She couldn't wait to lie down beside him and caress his body before sleep took her. First, however, she picked up her clothes, then gathered his from the bathroom and bagged them for wash later. Her damp panties she shoved in the bag as well, knowing he loved that meager trophy of their lovemaking. Then, with darkness closing on her, she cleaned the warm semen running down her legs from her sore asshole. He had filled her completely, and she could feel it squish inside of her, but she wanted to make sure she was clean for when she would wake him up later that night and demand more. And more. And more. Only when she was clean did she fall down beside him and fade into sleep, the promise of his rigid cock making her smile.