After-Hours Rendezvous

everyone is a consenting adult*

She pulled him up, giggling as he wobbled over to collapse face down on the bed. His panties were all twisted, his plump cheeks pink and slick with lube and cum. She straddled him, her softening girth wedged into his crack as she rubbed his back encouragingly. "You can do it, you big baby, it was just a little dick."

"Little!", he sputtered, complaining as he moved to roll over. She laughed and gave him room to spin.

"Why don't you stay over tonight? I'll let you put it in my ass - it's only fair after all."

He froze, then his eyes widened in excitement.

Trying to play it cool, he asked, "are you sure?", nonchalant. She burst out laughing at his demeanour and he blushed.

"I think it's only fair after the fucking you just received. You're getting a lot better at taking me, I can feel it in your ass. Imagine trying that the first time I put it in you."

She smiled, remembering. He'd clenched the sheets and complained the whole way, arching his back, overwhelmed. She'd felt a perverse sense of satisfaction at his struggle, secure in the knowledge he could take it, aroused at the prospect of pushing his limits.

He mumbled a shy response, grabbing some wet wipes and they set about cleaning themselves and dressing to work before dinner. She made him keep the g-string on, sneakily toeing his boxers under the bed so he couldn't find them.

The rest of the study session passed without incident, both satisfied, minds clear. They used the last few minutes before dinner to freshen up, checking for any evidence of their salacious activities, smoothing hair, adjusting clothes. She held his hand shyly as they left the room, cracking the window to air it out. They really had been busy.

His grip was firm and confident, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze as they crossed the landing, descending for some fuel and social time.

Dinner was hard for him. Sarah kept winking at him, turned on by the thought of her cum inside him. She licked her lips suggestively when passing the sides, already eager for more. He was careful not to eat too much, worried about feeling full if they wanted to have sex again, almost guaranteed based on Sarah's signals. Her parents were relaxed, asking a few questions, laughing at some story or other Sarah shared about forgetful Mr. Albright.

He was more focussed on clenching shut, on the novel sensation of the g-string sawing at his perineum.

Sarah practically dragged him by the hand as they made their way back upstairs afterwards, keen to finish working so they could get ready for bed, and, in her words, "so much more cum."

The second the door closed she pushed him down to sit on the bed, kneeling between his legs and fighting to undo his jeans. He lifted his hips awkwardly as she pulled them down, and she wasted no time, yanking the g-string to the side and sinking all the way down his shaft, groaning deeply into his crotch, the vibrations tickling his balls. It felt incredible, hot and wet and intimate and he stiffening quickly in response.

She continued taking him deep into her mouth, running her tongue around his head, sucking him like it was their last time together. The tightness at the back of her throat massaged him as she pushed her lips down to graze the shaved flesh of his mons pubis, and his eyes rolled back as her tongue stuck out to lick at the top of his scrotum.

She locked eyes with him, pulling back, tongue out and gasping, a thick line of spit connecting her to his cock. It broke and smeared down her chin and she giggled, leaning forwards to spit across his aching hardness, before bobbing back down to swallow him whole.

Finally she pulled back gasping, kissing and nuzzling at his shaft, licking and suckling at his tip. She looked up at him, drooling, and he smiled, both of them incredibly aroused and dizzy at the fast paced eroticism.

"Maybe we should take care of these before studying," she murmured, nuzzling at his testicles.

They drew up, the scrotum tickled, and she took a moment to appreciate their size, bunched together under his stiff, narrow shaft.

"You really have the most ridiculous nuts, you know that? Why are they so massive?" She sniggered, slapping them gently as he blushed and jumped.

"I don't know," he stammered. "Maybe so I can fill you with more cum?"

"That's a good answer," she laughed, kissing them gently. "How about it, then, big boy? You want to fill me up?"

She crawled up onto the bed, arching her back suggestively, wiggling her hips in the air.

"I told you you'd earned a reward. You can do anything you want to me."

She was surprised by how quickly he sprung on her, his weight crashing her into the bed. He ripped her sweatpants down to her knees, straddling her legs, holding her down with his weight. She felt pinned and exposed and used as he pawed at her ass, clenching her lean cheeks in a tight grip.

He slid to lay between her legs, pulling her ass open so he could devour her. She felt his face pushing into her to the point of suffocation, his tongue working in strong, deep licks, circling her sensitive sphincter, the feeling new and vulnerable.

She cupped her head in her arms as she enjoyed the sensations, arching her back to push harder into him.

"Fuck yes, baby, that's so good," she encouraged, thoroughly enjoying this switch in their dynamic.

He reached between her legs to pull her dick and balls back, running his tongue all over her, breathing hotly into the fork in her legs. It was ticklish and divine, and she humped herself back into him, desperate for more.

She was saddened at his sudden absence, pushing heavily up, pressing her down into the mattress, stepping away to find the lube on the floor, a reminder of what she'd done to him earlier. He applied it quickly, pulling off all of his clothes, a throaty "stay there," keeping her in place as he slicked himself in preparation.

Sarah's ass was raised off the bed, waiting, inviting, and he nearly tripped over himself in his hurry to get back to her. He roughly smeared the excess lube through her crack, then laid down full on top of her, dominating her with his bodyweight.

"Fuck, that's fucking hottt," she gasped, as he breathed heavily in her ear, aroused and wild.

She could feel him reaching down to grip himself, searching desperately for her entrance, and she arched her hips to help, begging him to shove it in.

"Please baby, I need it, put it in me, fuckkkkk."

He'd found it, pushing forcefully, and his cute, flared helmet split into her. It felt incredible, every hot ridge of skin setting her nerves on fire as he slowly sank into her. She pushed out, relaxing and revelling in the erotic sensations, her ring trembling pleasantly as it expanded somewhat to accommodate him.

"Sarah, fuck," he whimpered, freezing, his hips trembling where they pressed up against her ass. "Don't move, you're gonna make me cum."

She grinned wickedly, clenching her ass, gyrating her hips, teasing him.

"That's so fucking hot," she encouraged, reaching back with a hand to try to drag him deeper into her.

"Sarah," he wailed desperate to hold off, to enjoy her for longer, but he couldn't, so aroused by the act, by the silky heat of her rear entrance.

Nestled deep inside her, he began to cum uncontrollably, his perineum contracting forcefully as he emptied himself, shame and intense pleasure coiling inseparably inside his stomach.

He pumped into her, feeling how her tight asshole massaged his whole shaft, balls contracting tightly as he came again and again, moaning into her neck, toes curling.

She lay still, revelling in the sensation, her whole focus centred into his stiffness pulsing into her, the vibrating pleasure of his jerking contractions making her feel wanted, loved, dangerous sensations. He came a lot, and she could feel a sticky wetness dripping down towards her own cock, tickling her skin as their mess overflowed her tight back passage.

He pushed off her suddenly, grinding her chest into the mattress as he withdrew, holding her cheeks open to stare down at her ass.

"Push it out," he ordered, enjoying a few last moments of dominance. "I want to see my cum leaking out of your cute little fucked ass."

She could relate, giggling as she complied, relaxing. She felt his obsessive stare alongside the wetness sliding down her body, winking her butt at him and enjoying a moment of stillness after the shockingly abrupt intensity of their sex. But it was time to reset the dynamic.

"Kiss it."

"What?"

"My ass. Kiss it," she ordered roughly, reaching back to spread herself. "Say thank you for your reward, and kiss my fucking ass."

He was taken aback by the sudden switch, mindlessly obeying with a simple "Thank you, mistress," as he bent down to peck at her hole.