9 comments/ 93803 views/ 32 favorites Beat-Off Buddies Ch. 01 By: Carnevil9 author's note: I have about a dozen chapters in mind for this series, if there is interest out there. Please let me know if you think it is worthwhile for me to pursue it. Thanks a bunch!.....Carney ********************** Jane was sitting on her dorm room bed, naked, furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her perky breasts were jiggling on her chest, and her pussy was glistening with her moist juices. Her gaze was focused: she was staring across the room at my erect cock. I was sitting on the other dorm bed, also naked, and stroking my stiff dick with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other. My eyes were glued to Jane's beautiful, slender body, and the longer I watched her, the stiffer and longer my cock grew in my grasp. I feasted my eyes on her as I pounded my pud, from her beautiful face, to her long brown hair, to the way her breasts hung and swayed on her chest, to the milky skin of her thighs, the pink lips of her pussy, and the slight trace of brown pubic hair framing her juicy snatch. She was watching me at the same time, watching how my hand rose and fell on my erect cock, how the glistening head popped up and down repeatedly from my fist, how my balls flopped and swayed in time with my strokes. I fantasized about how it would feel to touch her; the creamy softness of her breasts, the coolness of her thighs, the slick wetness of her pussy; I imagined feeling that hot moisture on my own finger, and better yet on my cock as I thrust it in and out of her soft wet cavern. At the same time, I felt my own stiffness, the throbbing and pulsing of my cock in time with the beating of my heart, and the tightness in my balls as I reached ever closer to my eventual climax. I focused on the sounds; her breathing, sometimes in short rhythmic gasps, other times in deep moans; the sloshing of the moisture in her crotch, being stirred by her hot fingers; the squeaking of the two beds in time with our motions; the occasional gasps and moans in my own throat. I sensed the smells of sensuality; the muskiness of her sex as her juices leaked out of her pussy and moistened her thighs and the mattress below her; the faint odor of sweat as we each got hotter and hornier and closer to climax; the palpable smell of naked flesh which filled the room. I even brought the sense of taste into my consciousness: I imagined the taste of her mouth and tongue and breath if we should dare to kiss; I thought about the taste of her pussy: her lips, her stiff little nub of a clit. I fantasized about the tangy, salty flavor of her pussy juices, of the rubbery taste of her nipples between my teeth, of the taste of semen on her breath during a post-blowjob kiss. Of course these were all to remain fantasies. As I watched her, she paused in the frantic flicking of her clit. Instead, she inserted her finger as deeply as it would go into her pussy, and began sawing it in and out, all the while increasing the volume of her moans. Then she inserted two fingers, and then three. Watching her fuck herself so deeply, I reversed my hand position on my cock, sliding my palm up over the head and back down again, thumb-first, making it feel ever more pussy-like to my throbbing, pulsating member. The feeling of my palm sliding over my throbbing cock-head brought moans and shudders from my body and inched me ever closer to the inevitable. Jane threw her head back as her moans became a steady wail of pleasure. Her shoulders heaved, and her fingers sawed in and out of her pussy with a savage ferocity. I gritted my teeth and focused my inner mind on the rising, burning pleasure in my cock and balls. I felt a wave of heat begin to rise from my crotch, starting at my anus and billowing up through my abdomen like a mushroom cloud of pleasure. I leaped to my feet seconds before my cock began spurting its ropes of pearly cum, all over the linoleum floor of the room. At the very same moment, Jane was consumed by her own orgasm, and screamed in ecstasy. Her knees clamped together, and she rolled onto her side, quakes of pleasure wracking her body. ************* Jane and I were masturbation buddies. Beat-off Buddies, as she liked to say. We never screwed; we never even kissed or touched each other. But we got together several times a week to share the pleasures of our own flesh. It was all my horn-dog roommate's fault. One day early in the semester he cornered me after dinner. "Hey, Donny. Can you clear out of the room tonight? I have that hot chick Britney coming over." "Another chick? Dylan, it's Tuesday night," I said. "I need to study." "C'mon, man. You know I'd do the same for you." "You know you'd never have to. My girlfriend is back home and I'd never cheat on her." "Yeah, but she might come to visit some day, couldn't she? Then you'd be the one needing privacy. C'mon, man, can't you study at the library?" I rolled my eyes. "The library is a zoo," I said. "I need peace and quiet." "Hang on," he said. "I've got an idea." He pulled out his cell phone and made a call. After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to me. "Great news! Britney said you can study in her room." "Doesn't she have a roommate?" "Yeah, but she'll be studying too. She's a nerd. You know, like you. Plenty of peace and quiet. And hey, maybe you'll get lucky!" I wasn't thrilled by the idea, but there was always the hope that I could talk my girlfriend Donna into coming to campus for a visit one of these days, and then I would want the room to myself. So I agreed. "Okay, okay. What's her room number?" "Thanks, dude! I owe you one. They're in room 1721" Dylan went off to shower and douse himself with body spray, in anticipation of his evening of meaningless sex with his bimbo du jour. Grumbling, I stuffed my books and my laptop into my backpack and took the elevator down to the first floor of the dorm building. I crossed the lobby to the girl's wing and rode the elevator up to the seventeenth floor. I found the room and knocked, half hoping there would be no answer. The door swung open, and I found myself staring at a beautiful brunette. She was tall and slender, and had her long brown hair pulled back in a thick ponytail. She was wearing a long floppy t-shirt and shorts. She also wore glasses, red fingernail polish, and a large ring on one pinkie. She looked like a hot librarian. "Donny? Come on in. I'm Jane," she said. I looked around. The room was pretty much the same as Dylan's and my room: two twin beds, two desks, two chairs, one mini-fridge. The only difference was the posters on the walls. Oh, and this one was a lot cleaner. "You can use Britney's desk," she said, waving a hand at it. The desk was virtually bare. "She doesn't study much, as you can see." Jane's voice took on a snide tone. "She's more interested in slutting around campus with different boys every night." "You don't approve?" I asked. "I believe in being true to someone special," Jane said. "My boyfriend goes to college several hundred miles from here. I miss him, but I would never cheat on him." "Really? Same with me. My girlfriend is back home, and I've been true to her all semester." Jane flopped down on her bed. "It's hard, isn't it?" she said. "I mean, with all the free love going on all over campus, it's difficult to stay true to one person." "That's for sure," I said. "But there are ways of releasing the pressure, of course." Then I started to blush, realizing what I had just admitted, to a total stranger, no less. "You mean masturbation? Yeah, I need to do that a lot, too." She gave me a sheepish smile. "It's tough when you share a dorm room, though." "No kidding!" I said. "In fact...." Then I caught myself and stopped short. God, I'm an idiot. "What?" "No, it's too embarrassing," I said. "Oh, come on! We might as well be friends. What were you going to say?" What the hell, I thought. "I was going to say, I was especially pissed at Dylan for kicking me out tonight, because I really wanted to, uh, relieve myself before starting to study for the evening. In my room, alone." Jane gave me a thoughtful look. "I probably would have tonight, too. I usually do when Britney is out whoring around. I hate to pass up a good opportunity." She kept looking at me. "What?" I said. "What's with the look?" "Well... since we both admitted to doing it, and both admitted to wanting to do it tonight.... why not do it here?" "What, both of us? Together?" "Sure, why not?" She tossed her hair and gave me a sly grin. "You're kind of cute; and it would be much better if I was looking at a naked guy while I did it. Don't you think?" This was crazy, is what I was thinking. And I was thinking about Donna back home. Would she approve? No way! "Come on, Donny. It wouldn't be cheating. We wouldn't even touch each other. We'll just strip, sit on opposite sides of the room, and take care of business. Only we wouldn't have to be lonely while we're doing it." That was an excellent point, and I was struck by the sheer wisdom of it. The worst thing about masturbation is that it is so very, very lonely. Looking at a tall, pretty, sexy, naked woman would certainly enhance the experience of whacking off, but the best part would be avoiding the damned loneliness of it all. I made up my mind. "Okay, I'm in, what the fuck?" I said. "Great!" She clapped her hands together. "Let's start right now!" Without any further discussion, she whipped off her t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts. Not needing a bra for her small, pert tits, she stood naked before me. She was even more beautiful than I'd realized at first. She lay down on the bed on her back, and put her feet up on the wall, her legs sticking nearly straight up, her red-polished toenails pointing at the ceiling. I watched her, dumbfounded. "Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?" I quickly stripped to my skin, feeling slightly embarrassed, but forcing myself not to show it. My cock was already as stiff as a flagpole. Emulating her, I lay down on Britney's bed (trying not to think of all the skanky sex it must have seen) and put my feet up on the wall, too. Not my usual position, but what the heck; I'll try anything once. I turned my head to watch Jane. She already had her two fingers knuckle deep in her pussy and was sawing them back and forth. With her other hand, she was twisting and pinching one nipple in an almost savage fashion. Her hips were bucking and she was starting to moan. It was so damn erotic that I nearly came right then and there. I forced myself to focus on my raging cock. I spat in my palm and started stroking. Except for occasional glances at my cock to make sure it hadn't burst, I never took my eyes off Jane. Her squirming body, heaving breasts, and wet, sloppy pussy were too much for me, and I came within a couple minutes, blasting huge spurts of pearly cum straight into the air. Of course they came right back down all over my chest. I lay there panting, letting the cum slowly run down my ribs to the bed. Meanwhile, I watched Jane as she sawed and pinched herself to a thunderous orgasm, screaming and and thrashing and oozing love juice until she ran out of steam, and lay still. Finally, she got up. "I guess you were really ready for that one," she said. "I've never seen anyone come that fast before." "It was just the excitement of the new situation," I explained. "The next one will last a lot longer." "Ooh!" she squealed. "I love a double feature!" She got up and reached for the mini-fridge under her desk, favoring me with a wink. "How about a beer, and then we'll go for round two?" And that was the beginning of our little mutual masturbation club. Actually, we did it three times that night, and even got in a fair amount of studying in between. I finally made it back to my room in the wee hours of the morning; thankfully Britney was gone by then and I was able to go to sleep. Jane and I have been getting together at least twice a week ever since, sometimes at her room, sometimes at mine. Sometimes we'll jerk off at the same time; other times we'll take turns, watching each other coyly. Sometimes we do it in silence; other times, we'll do it while talking dirty to each other. Sometimes we'll use toys, sometimes we'll use porn. She is quite inventive at coming up with new twists and different ways of getting ourselves off, and I've learned quite a few tricks from her. I'll have to tell you all about them sometime. But not right now; those stories will have to wait for another chapter.... Donny and Jane will return in: Beat-Off Buddies 2: Stroke of Genius. Beat-Off Buddies Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Semen Says I dropped my backpack on the empty desk in Jane and Britney's dorm room. Britney never used it. She was always out whoring around all over campus. "Do you have a lot of studying to do tonight?" asked Jane. She was standing across the room from me in her usual study outfit: a long floppy t-shirt, shorts, and her sexy librarian glasses. She was barefoot, and her toenails were as bright red as her fingernails. Her long thick brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. I looked at the backpack. "About three hours worth," I estimated. "Not too much." "Great!" said Jane, and clapped her hands. "I was hoping we'd have time to play Semen Says tonight." Jane and I were beat-off buddies. We got together several times a week to masturbate together. We never had sex, or even touched each other, because we are both involved in deeply committed relationships with other people. Unfortunately, our significant others attend different colleges, far away, so our only sexual outlet was self-gratification. But when we do it together, it is much less lonely. "That sounds good to me," I said. "Do you want to go first or second?" Semen Says is one of our standard beat-off games. It takes longer than most of our other methods, because we jerk off one at a time instead of together. The one not jerking off tells the other one exactly what to do. The jerker must do everything they are told, and nothing else. After the first person comes, the roles reverse. "Odds or evens?" Jane asked, and held up a fist. "Winner goes first." "Evens," I said, and raised my fist as well. We pumped them once, twice, thrice, then splayed out our fingers. I held out two. She held out one. "I go first," she said, and whipped her t-shirt off over her head. She gave her hips a wiggle and her shorts fell to the floor. She kicked them across the room to join her shirt. She took off her glasses and put them on her desk. Her tall, slender, naked body was glorious. "I should really go first," I said, staring at her pert boobs, her clean-shaven pussy, and her creamy flawless skin. "I haven't had time to think up any ideas, and you've been thinking about this all day, I'll bet." "No way, you lost the choosies," she said, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. Man, she really wanted to come, I thought! "Oh, all right," I grumbled. "Okay, Semen Says massage your boobs for a few minutes while I think about some commands for you." "Yeah!" she said, and wrapped her long slender fingers over her small, luscious mounds of boob-flesh. Her bright red fingernails contrasted nicely with the smooth tanned skin of her breasts. She gently massaged them while throwing her head back and moaning slightly in her throat. Yeah, like I'm supposed to think while watching that! I forced my mind to try to come up with some interesting commands. After a short while I had a few ideas. "Okay, Semen Says to lie on your back and pull your knees up to your ears," I commanded. Jane hopped to it, quickly lying back on the small dorm bed and raising her legs. Soon her knees were nearly at her ears, her slender feet and sexy toes pointing at the ceiling. Her pussy and ass, of course, were perfectly exposed to my gaze, just how I wanted them. "Now start rubbing around your pussy lips. Not inside! Just around the outside for awhile. I want to see you get good and horny." "I'm already horny!" she complained, but did as she was told. She made a fork of the first two fingers of her right hand, and began rubbing them up and down just outside her pussy. I watched, fascinated, as her lips started to slowly swell and puff up. A tiny bit of moisture began to glisten in her crack as her pussy became wetter and wetter at her own tender touch. After several minutes, she wanted more. "Can I go inside yet?" she whined. "No, Semen Says has not given you permission!" I said sharply. "And pinch your nipples with your other hand." She complied, and her moaning increased. I kept a close eye on her pussy, and before long the lips began to part. "Now," I said. "Now you can slip one finger into your pussy. Semen Says to keep rubbing it up and down, vertically." Jane did as she was told; her long middle finger went deep into her pussy, parting the lips and plunging down to the last knuckle. Her moans rose to the level of a wail. Her finger went in and out as well as up and down the length of her slit. Technically, this was a violation, as I had not authorized an in-and-out motion, but it was so damn erotic that I let it slide. "Oh, Donny," she moaned. "Oh, it feels so good, my pussy is so wet and I am so damn horny!" She knew that she could not bring herself to orgasm without permission, but she was making the most of what she could do. "Mmmm, my pussy is on fire, Donny!" Her finger flew up and down faster and faster. "Freeze!" I commanded. She stopped her motions immediately, and looked up at me in panic. "Semen Says that you are not to move a muscle until you recite the names of the Seven Dwarfs." "What?" she said. "What the fuck kind of a command is that?" "I want you to cool down a bit. You are going too fast," I said. "Dwarfs. All seven." "Oh, shit," she said. "Ummm, Sneezy, and Happy, and Dopey, and Doc, and Happy, and.... " "You said Happy twice." "Oh, fuck," she panted, her middle finger still frozen motionless in her juicy snatch. "Ummm, Sneezy Happy Dopey Doc and... oh! Sleepy and Grumpy!" "That's six," I pointed out needlessly. "One more and you can start frigging yourself again." "Damn you!" she said. Her finger twitched. She wanted desperately to get herself off, but she would never violate the rules. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. Then her eyes lit up. "Bashful!" she yelled triumphantly. "Very good!" I said. Truth be told, I couldn't think of the seventh one either. I'm glad she did! "Semen Says to resume stroking your pussy, and rub your clit with your other hand." She instantly started poking and stroking her honey pot again, and brought her other hand down as well. Her index finger landed firmly on her clit, sticking out proudly from the top of her pussy, and started rubbing it for all she was worth. Her head was again thrown back, and she was moaning and wailing in pleasure. "Semen Says to put two fingers in your pussy," I commanded. She complied, and her wails got louder still. "Oh, Donny oh Donny oh Donny, it is so good!" Sweat was breaking out on her forehead, and I could hear the sloshing sound of her pussy juices around her fingers. "Semen Says three fingers!" "Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed, jamming three digits deep into her snatch, sawing back and forth like crazy. All the while, her other hand was a blur on her clit. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was biting her lower lip. I contemplated making her stop again, thinking it would ultimately prolong and enhance her orgasm. But I decided that would be too cruel. Besides, I was getting so turned on that I didn't want to wait much longer for my own turn. "Semen Says to make yourself come!" I commanded. That was all she needed to hear. She lowered her knees from her head and placed her feet flat on the bed. She clamped her legs together, her thighs trapping her hands on her genitals, and rubbed and stroked for all that she was worth. Before long, she was grunting and screaming and yelling in pleasure, as wave after wave of ecstasy rocked her orgasm from her head to her sexy, painted toes. Then she rolled over onto her side and lay shuddering for several minutes, savoring the afterglow. I stared at her beautiful, naked body, curled up in a fetal position with her hands clamped between her glorious thighs. Her brow was covered with sweat and her eyes were clamped shut, but she was still the most beautiful thing I could imagine. Gradually, her muscles relaxed and she unfolded herself. She stood up. "Donny, that was awesome!" she said. "You do a great Semen Says, as always!" "Thank you," I said. "Except for those damn Dwarfs! Don't ever pull that kind of shit again!" I smiled. "You can't argue with Semen Says," I reminded her. "No, but you can get even," she said. "Now it's your turn." Horny as I was, I wasted no time in shedding my clothes. My cock, stiff as it had become already, was especially glad for the fresh air. I stood naked before her. "Okay, where do I start?" She cocked her head sideways and looked at me for a moment. Then she said, "Smack it." "What?" "Smack your cock with your hand. Back and forth a few times." I did as commanded. I placed my hands on either side of my cock, a few inches away, and alternately smacked it back and forth. It felt.... interesting. Not particularly sexy, though. But Jane seemed to enjoy watching it bob around. "Okay," she said after a few moments. "Now some very light fingertip strokes, from the base to the tip." I turned my hands inward, and placed my fingertips very lightly at the root of my cock. I gently stroked them up to the tip, then repeated the motion again and again. The feeling was very subtly sexy, and made me shiver slightly. "Now the other direction," she commanded. "Top to bottom." I reversed direction, sliding my fingertips from my flaring, sensitive cockhead down to my pubic patch. Again and again. This was better than the other direction; if felt like I was penetrating a soft, gentle, never-ending pussy! I kept it up for several minutes while Jane watched appreciatively. "Now, make an O-ring with one hand. Very loose, though. And stroke it up and down your shaft. But very lightly." I made a circle with my thumb and index finger, and stroked it gently up and down my shaft. It felt great, but this light and gentle stuff was a little slow for my taste. At this rate, I would never get off! Of course, that was her plan, the same as I had done with her. "Can I turn my hand around?" I asked. "I can get further down the shaft that way." "Okay," she said. "That sounds interesting." I reversed my hand position, so my thumb-finger O was now down the shaft, closer to my belly. Without the rest of my hand in the way, I was now able to stroke all the way down to the base with the O, and all the way up to the tip. It was still too gentle for my taste, but at least my entire cock was getting in on the fun. My hips shuddered with pleasure each time my finger-ring passed over the purple rim of my cock. "Now cup your balls with your other hand," she said. "And massage them a little." I reached down and fondled my balls. They were already aching for release, but the massage felt great! I gently rolled and squeezed them in my palm. I continued to stroke my shaft with my inverted O-ring, and soon noticed that I was moaning involuntarily. It felt great, but not great enough! "Can I stroke harder? Please? I need to come!" She pursed her lips and seemed to consider my request. "Okay," she said finally. "You can stroke harder. But only five strokes. No more!" Yes! I closed all five fingers around my throbbing shaft, tightened my grip, and stroked like a man! One, two, three..... "Hey!" She was yelling at me. "What?" My hand froze in place. "You were up to eight strokes!" she admonished me. "You know that's against the rules!" Shit! I had completely lost control and didn't even realize it. "Jane, I need to come!" I whined. "You will," she said. "Just not right now. Hold your hand still, and squeeze your cock as hard as you can." I squeezed. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Not bad," I said. "But it'll never make me come." "Oh, you'll come all right," she said. "Take your left middle finger and put it in your mouth." I did. "Get it nice and wet," she commanded. I slurped all over my finger, wondering what was to come next. "Now reach around behind yourself and stick it up your asshole." "What!? No way!" "Hey, I did your stupid Seven Dwarfs thing," she said. "Do it!" Somewhat sheepishly, I twisted around and started to slither my finger into my anus. It was embarrassing, at first, and felt a little funny. My sphincter was clamped tightly around my finger, but it went in with no trouble. As I worked it in deeper and deeper, knuckle by knuckle, I could feel a flushing in my face and neck. No, not embarrassment this time, but a vague sense of excitement, of uncharted territory, as well as a warm sensual glow. I worked my finger in deeper and deeper. I felt full; it felt as if something immense was invading me, not just a finger. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought it was a banana going up my butt! Jane watched me in fascination. She nodded her head in approval, but she was also breathing fast and sweating a bit, getting horny all over again watching me finger-fuck my own asshole. I could see her squeezing her thighs together, involuntarily. "When you get it all the way in, you can start stroking again," she said, in a breathless voice. "Not before." I really wanted to stroke myself off, so I worked all the harder at getting my finger all the way inside me. The warmth in my face and neck had spread to my chest and my thighs; something in my posterior was sending pleasure waves throughout my body. As I finally got my finger all the way into my colon, I felt a throbbing, glowing warmth from deep inside my bowels. It almost felt like I had to shit and piss, all at the same time! I didn't, of course, but the intense warmth and pressure emanating from my innards had my sensations all scrambled. It was deliriously pleasurable and a little bit scary all at the same time. My mind was too confused by the rush of intense sensations to do any clear thinking; fortunately, my instincts took over. My fist, still wrapped around my cock, began stroking and pumping; slowly at first, then fast and furiously. Up and down my shaft, squeezing tightly, jamming up and down with brutal force. My finger, deep in my asshole, also began stabbing in and out, poking at that center of heat and pleasure deep in my bowels. The flushing sensation engulfed my entire body, and my cock felt like it was on fire! I caught a brief glimpse of Jane out of the corner of my eye, her hand deep in her crotch and sawing her pussy savagely. I paid her no attention, but continued mindlessly, rhythmically, instinctively jerking both of my hands; my right hand slipping up and down the raging hardness of my cock shaft, and my left hand and middle finger endlessly stabbing at my colon. The heat in my loins, already intense, suddenly exploded! It felt like a grenade had been activated in my guts. Before I knew it, I was screaming in pleasure, and sperm was launching out of my cock like a machine gun! Seven or eight massive jolts of sperm passed before my eyes, as my body was frozen with the intensity of my orgasm. Then I went week in the knees, and nearly collapsed. I lowered myself to the floor for safety, and noticed that my heart and breathing were racing. Then I realized my finger was still in my butthole, and pulled it out. Jane had just finished her own orgasm, but still had her hand in her snatch and her gaze on me. "That was intense!" she said. "You're telling me?" I said. "I've never felt anything like that before." "It was your prostate," she said. "It's called the Male G-Spot." She looked at the long string of semen splashed across her floor. "You really shot that one," she said. "You know, that gives me another idea." I looked up at her. "I'm not ready for any more," I said. "Maybe after a beer." "Oh, not today, silly," she laughed. "But next time we get together, I think I have something new in mind." She put on her glasses and glanced at my backpack on the desk. "Besides, now it's study time." I reached for the fridge under her desk. "After that beer," I said. "We've earned it!" * Donny and Jane will return in: Beat-Off Buddies 3: Onan the Barbarian. Beat-Off Buddies Ch. 03 My cell phone rang on my way to my morning class. It was Jane. "Hi, Donny. You coming over tonight?" "Of course," I said. "I have to study, and, well, I have to jerk off, too, you know." "Great! I just wanted to let you know what tonight's theme will be, so you'd be ready." Jane and I were Beat-Off Buddies, you see. We never had sex with each other, or even kissed or touched each other or anything. My girlfriend, Donna, goes to another college in another state, and so does Jane's boyfriend Gary. So Jane and I would get together a few times a week to masturbate in each others' company. It's less lonely that way, but it still isn't cheating. Is it? "What did you have in mind?" I asked. Jane always had great creative ideas for our mutual masturbation sessions. "I want you to think of one of the most awesome sexual experiences you've ever had," she said. "Remember it in every detail. Every sight, sound, smell. And then tonight, you'll tell me all about it, while you act it out and I watch. And then I'll take a turn doing one of my favorite memories. We can call it a Trip Down Mammary Lane. Sound good?" "Sounds hot! But now it's going to be tough to concentrate in class all day!" "Ha! That's your problem. See you tonight." She hung up. That was Jane! Always thinking of new ways to get off. I did my best to pay attention in my classes all day, but it was tough. I ran through several awesome sexual memories before I finally selected a great one for story-telling with Jane: the Jacuzzi story. Oh yes, this would be good! After my classes, and a quick dinner in the dorm cafeteria, I went to Jane's dorm building and took the elevator up to her floor. As usual, her roommate, Britney, and my roommate, Dylan, were back in my room screwing like bunnies. That left me and Jane with nowhere to go for studying or, er, other extra curricular activities. Except for Jane and Britney's room, where we'd spent many an evening chatting, studying, and getting ourselves off together. Jane answered the door in her usual attire: gym shorts and t-shirt. Her small, perky breasts needed no bra; her feet were bare, and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red as usual. "Hi Donny! Do you have a good story for me?" She pushed her sexy librarian glasses up her nose. I dropped my heavy backpack on the floor. We usually try to get some studying in between our masturbation sessions. Unless we go for a two-fer, that is. "I sure do," I told her. "I think you'll like it. I've been hard all day just thinking about it." "Awesome!" she said. "Do you want a beer before we get started?" She grabbed two bottles from the mini-fridge under her desk and handed me one. As I took a swig, Jane yanked her t-shirt over her head and kicked her shorts into a corner. I always enjoyed the sight of her slender, naked body, with her smooth thighs and small, perky boobs. I shed my clothes as she twisted the cap off her beer and took a long drink. "Okay," she said. "What's this great story of yours?" She sat down on her bed, cross-legged, eyes wide. I of course couldn't help but stare at her beautiful gaping snatch between her legs, already glistening in anticipation. I took a deep breath. "It was last summer, when Donna and I were both home from college. We'd been going out for several years, and she wanted to do something really special for my birthday. So she rented a Jacuzzi suite at a local motel." I smiled at the memory, and my cock twitched. I paced back and forth a bit, swigging my beer. "We immediately got naked and jumped into the Jacuzzi. We sank down to our necks and just enjoyed the bubbles for a few minutes." Jane had closed her eyes, and her hands were resting in her lap. She had a half smile on her face. I could tell she was imagining the relaxing bubbles all over her body. "Donna got behind me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck. It felt great. I could feel her breasts pressing up against my shoulder blades as she got closer and closer. Then she moved her hands around to my chest and stroked them up and down my stomach, further down on each stroke. Finally, she was stroking my cock from behind with both hands, getting me good and hard. Man, that felt great." At this point, I had stopped pacing, and was lightly stroking my shaft with one hand, remembering Donna's smooth strokes of that night. Jane's hips were rocking slightly; I imagined that she was thinking about stroking her boyfriend's cock from behind. "Then she took me by the shoulders and spun me around so that I was facing her. She hopped into my lap, wrapped her legs around my waist, and impaled herself on my cock. I felt her hot pussy engulf my stiff dick as the warm water of the Jacuzzi bathed over us. Man, it was awesome." I put my beer down and started stroking my cock harder and thrusting my hips. I thought I heard Jane moan. I sat down on the other dorm bed, facing Jane. Our naked bodies were just a few feet apart, and the tension wasn't lost on either of us. "But Donna didn't want to get me off like that. She just wanted to make sure that I was rock hard. As soon as I was at full length, she pulled herself off of my cock and had me get out of the water. She made me sit on the edge of the tub, with my feet dangling in the bubbles. She got down on her knees between my legs and gently pried my legs open. Not like I fought her!" Jane licked her lips and moaned again. She had one finger in her pussy by now, gently rubbing. I remembered how Donna had lowered her mouth to my stiff, throbbing cock that night. In order to simulate the feeling, I made a "peace sign" with each of my hands, and then laid the two V-shaped triangles together, palms toward my crotch, to make a perfect mouth shape. I slipped this makeshift blowjob mouth down the shaft of my cock and focused on remembering that awesome night. "Her lips slipped up and down my shaft, slowly, gently, and very wet. I could feel her boobs dangling on my thighs as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. The bubbles continued to tickle my feet and ankles, and the splashing sounds made it feel like we were on some exotic beach in the Caribbean." I kept sliding my hands up and down my shaft, slowly and gently, not in a hurry. By now I could also hear the sloshing sounds of Jane's fingers working her pussy a few feet away from me. "She sucked me like that for about ten minutes, just slowly building the tension. My dick was as long and hard as it had ever been. Finally, she lifted her head up from my lap and looked me in the eyes. She told me to lay all the way down on my back." At this point, I reclined back onto the dorm bed, just like I'd done in the Jacuzzi suite that night. Jane was also on her back by now, with her feet up on the wall and her legs spread wide. "She got out of the water and came around to straddle my head. She lowered her pussy to my mouth, and I started slurping it right away." I remembered the fresh smell of her pussy, clean and moist from the bubbly water, but still with its normal delicious taste. "Then she leaned forward and got her mouth wrapped back around my cock. But now that she was coming from above, so to speak, it curved much more easily down her throat!" I held my cock in my reversed fist, thumb down, and remembered the awesome feeling of being deep-throated on the side of the Jacuzzi. I started pumping for all I was worth, my other hand polishing the knob in time with my strokes. My hips were starting to leave the bed as my back arched. I could hear Jane's breathing becoming ragged on the other bed. "She gobbled me and sucked me and played with my balls. She took me out of her mouth and sucked me back in, over and over. She teased my slit with her tongue and lightly scraped her teeth over my rim. She pulled out all the stops, giving me the most erotic blowjob she could offer up, all the while grinding her sweet pussy on my face." I felt my orgasm ready to begin, so I quickly stopped pumping and squeezed my shaft tight. The story wasn't ready to end yet! Jane looked at me expectantly. "She could tell I was almost ready to cum, just like I am now, so she stopped and squeezed my cock until things calmed down a bit. Then she got off of my face and stood up and motioned me toward the bed. She laid me down on my back and straddled me, sinking down onto my cock, cowgirl style. Her pussy was dripping wet from all my licking, and my cock was on fire. I almost blew a load just sliding into her! But I held on and let her work up a rocking rhythm on me." I was again pumping my cock with both fists, my back arching and hips humping the air. Jane was sawing three fingers in and out of her pussy, her feet still on the wall and pointing toward the ceiling. "Then she reached behind her with one hand and started massaging my balls. It felt incredible. She reached her other hand forward and started pinching my nipples at the same time, one after another. At first she pinched them gently, but then she started squeezing tighter and tighter." I only had one hand to spare, so I couldn't massage my balls and pinch my nipples at the same time. So I opted for the nipples; while my right hand continued to pound my pud, I grabbed my right nipple with my left thumb and forefinger and squeezed for all I was worth. I actually made myself scream out, just like I had done that night in the hotel room. It was getting hard to talk. "She... she... she kept rocking on my cock.... and squeezing my nipples... my entire body was on fire... I was so close to the edge... and then, uh... " I was really close to spraying a load all over the dorm room, with my fist flying on my cock and my nipple raging in delicious pain. But I had to finish the story! "And then... she flung herself forward and attacked my mouth with hers. When her tongue invaded my mouth, it was just the final sensation. I came like a mother fucker as her hips kept bucking!" And with that, I screamed and launched a giant rope of cum straight up over the dorm bed. It came straight back down onto my cock, which continued to squirt. I took my other hand away from my nipple and used both hands to keep massaging my cock; it kept oozing cum for several minutes, and then finally stopped twitching. I looked over at Jane. She hadn't cum, but she was clearly enjoying herself. She was staring at the giant puddle of pearly cum in my lap. There was sweat on her upper lip, and her nipples were hard and crinkly. She had stopped frigging herself to listen to the end of the story. But she was still breathing heavily. "Wow, Donny! That was a great story. And now I'm so horny I don't know if I can tell my story or not. I might just have to finish myself off first." I swung up to a seated position. "Have a swig of beer," I told her. "That will calm you down enough. I can't wait to hear your story." Jane sat up, too, and grabbed her beer. After a long drink, she set it down and smiled at me. "I think I am ready for the story. In fact, it's about a time when I felt exactly how I feel now: really needing to cum in a hurry." I leaned back against the wall behind the bed and crossed my legs for story-time. My jizz was getting dried and crusty all over my crotch, but I didn't care. There was no point in cleaning up when I fully expected to shoot another load soon. Now it was Jane's turn to pace as she started her story. She was walking back and forth on her tippy-toes, she was so wound up. "It was right after freshman year; I was back home for the summer and couldn't wait to see Gary. We hadn't seen each other in months, and I was horny as hell. So was he! Fortunately, my parents were out for the night, so we had the house to ourselves." She bounced up and down a bit on her toes. "I put on a sexy outfit waiting for him to come over. That was a waste of time! As soon as he walked in the door, he started ripping my clothes off of me! I did the same to him. We were both naked in the living room within minutes. We didn't even kiss. As soon as our clothes were on the floor, he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into my bedroom. He picked me up and threw me on my bed on my back!" She laughed at the memory, and then flung herself down onto her dorm bed. She took her glasses off and set them on the desk. "He bent my legs straight up over my head! My knees were by my ears! It wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't care. I wanted him to have total access to me." As she was describing the position, she was also getting into it. She was really limber! Her knees almost touched the bed beside her head, and her sexy feet pointed the other way. I stared at her wide-open pussy, still wet and glistening from my own story, now ready for further action. "He dove in and started licking me all over; my pussy, my butt-hole, my thighs, my navel, my hips; his tongue was on fire, and so was I!" She had moistened three fingers of one hand in her mouth, and was now "licking" herself all over; she stroked her pussy lips, stroked up and down her thighs, tickled her own anus, over and over. She had her other arm under her knees, keeping her legs pulled back. Her pussy was open and pink and moist. I noticed that my cock was hard, and was even more surprised to notice that I was already stroking it! "He licked me and nibbled me and sucked on my clit; I was going crazy. My head was thrashing back and forth." Sure enough, she was jerking her head from side to side as she frigged herself. "Then, with his tongue never stopping, he slipped a finger into my pussy." Jane let go of her knees and brought her other hand to her pussy, and inserted a finger. "He sawed it in and out, back and forth, up and down. Then he put in another finger, and another." Two more fingers entered her pussy and went deep. She re-licked her other hand and then returned it to her clit and lips. She was really going to town on her entire area. And so was I! I was pounding my cock with both hands. No technique, just up and down, up and down, legs wide open, and leaning back against the cinder block wall of the dorm room. I spat down into my hands occasionally to keep things moist. I could tell I would be cumming again before long. "He wasn't trying to make me cum, though; he was just enjoying himself. The bastard! I yelled at him to quit screwing around and fuck me. I needed to cum! So he stood up and told me to get on my hands and knees." Jane sat up, turned around, and got on all fours. She flung the pillow off the bed and put her face and shoulders down on the mattress. Her ass was high in the air, and her swollen pussy lips were sticking out behind like a couple of suitcase handles. "His cock was as stiff as a board, and my pussy was dripping wet. He jammed it into me in one stroke!" She jammed three fingers back into her pussy from behind, and bit her lip from the impact. She started sawing in and out again. "He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me..." she grunted, in time with her stabbing hand. "Then he reached under me and grabbed my boobies..." She grabbed one of her tits with her other hand and squeezed it, hard. I could see a tear forming in her eye; she was clearly getting off on the pain, or the memory, or the memory of the pain. My breathing was getting heavy, too, as imagined myself brutally fucking her pussy, and felt the cum boiling in my balls. "He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me...." she continued, over and over, jamming her hips back onto her stabbing fingers and squeezing her poor tortured titty. Tears were now streaming out of both of her eyes. She started to growl deep in her throat and her entire body was vibrating. I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. Jane didn't say another word. All she could do was grunt and sob as she brutally finger-fucked herself. My hands were a blur on my cock as I stared at her gyrating body, her glistening skin, her flushed face. Her grunts became a groan, then a moan, then a wail, and then she screamed! Her body shook like it was in an earthquake. That sent me over the edge, and I launched my second ejaculation of the evening across the dorm bed and onto the tile floor. Jane collapsed to the bed. Her face was mashed into the mattress, her eyes and mouth puffy from her sobbing. Her arm was still behind her ass with her fingers deep in her pussy. She breathed in short, ragged gasps. I just stared at her until she finally disentangled herself and sat up. She gave me a sheepish little smile. "That was a good story," I said. "Thank you." She saw the puddle of jism on the floor. "I guess it was," she said. "How about another beer?" **************** Donny and Jane will return in: Beat-Off Buddies 4: The Hand of Fate.