I rested my head on Anjali's chest for a few moments thinking of what I'd do to get her screaming. As I pondered, she sat up and shifted forward and next thing I knew her mouth was around my cock, furiously sucking it while grabbing me by the waist as if I might escape. I nutted in her mouth in about three minutes and she tilted her head back, again, as if having done more coke, and swallowed three times. I stepped back and almost fell against her window. I felt so fucking good in that moment and shut my eyes. The next room over, I heard the door shut and Dirk and Anjali talking in whispers.
I began laughing. I heard her chuckle. I opened my eyes and burst out laughing and she burst out laughing also. Her cheeks were red and it looked almost as if she’d been crying. She sat up and looked down at her stomach, quickly, with an embarrassed grin, and back up at me with a grin that could not believed I had persuaded her in to this situation.
We just looked at each other. Lots of sheet-rustling and Anjali’s soft, half-mouthed moans (she was probably just getting fingered at this point). Adrienne could, too, because she glanced over at the wall.
“Come over here,” she said, looking back at me.
I only realized then that I had another huge hard-on. I didn’t realize it was possible. But cocaine is a hell of a drug.
As I walked over, she took a pill out of her bedside table and popped it in to her mouth. Her eyes were red. That’s why it looked like she was crying.
“Don’t worry about a condom,” she whispered. (I wasn’t).
She turned over and got on her hands and knees.
I kneeled down and maneuvered my way in to her. I had to pull her butt downwards and she spread her legs out in more of a squat until I felt the prickles of her vag brush the head of my cock. I found her clit with my fingers. I rubbed at her and she moaned and budded open. Flower pussy. I slid my cock in and this time she was wet, holy fuck.
I don’t like doggystyle that much, but that day, I didn’t care. I told her to hand me a pillow and she did. I propped my knees up on the pillow so I could get myself firmly situated to slide up and down (this was like rigging up a factory machine) and I moved up and down. Twice I slipped out. Twice she placed it back inside her. Her tits flopped up and down. I pushed myself as deep in to her as I could, which meant arching backwards while I slid in and out of her. I moved my hands from her ass cheeks up her sides until my fingers slid up her cheeks and I listened to her pant while I did this.
Female sex sounds coming from both rooms now: progress. Still, Anjali was louder. It was a no-brainer who was the more experienced of the two. Anjali probably came just from thinking about a cock being inside her; I definitely wasted my time with the bra thing, and probably wasted my time fucking her in the first place. Adrienne, on the other hand, was much more capable. She knew how to work her ass; she slammed back and forth in to my groin and it didn’t hurt at all, but it did bring me closer to orgasm. She was a breathy fuck; I felt like I would blow my load and Anjali would still be having some kind of loud girl-becomes-a –woman moment in the other room, and the game would be up. Dirk, that goddam man-whore, would beat me to it again. Maybe it was something about him being a senior who had once literally johned himself out to the cheerleaders and skanks at school to make some extra bread, and me still being a freshman who'd never done anything crazier than fucking his teacher in high school. Maybe I still wasn’t at his level. Maybe I’d never be at his level.
But then I remembered the knocking on the wall when Dirk was with Adrienne two nights before. And I saw clearly what path I had to take.
Adrienne was doing her pitiful whimpers with her head drooped all the way down so the locks of her hair fell backwards on to the sheets as if this the situation was giving her hair pause. If I did my geometry right, I figured she was staring barrel-down at my nuts. Good.
The cocaine was still active in my system. Good.
Freedom lay open on the floor beside her bed. Good.
Her pussy was slippery and warm around my cock. There is no better feeling.
The bed banged against the wall in the other room. I moved faster so the bed banged against the wall on our side.
Adrienne laughed at the breath-end of a moan and looked up at me sideways, saying with a toothy smile, “careful, careful…”
Anjali made some high-pitched fluttering sound in the other room that she’d never made with me. I started crying out in a high-pitched voice: "Aaaah! Uuuuuh! Aaaaa! Dirk! Oh Dirk! Harder! Aaaauuuuh!"
Adrienne glanced sideways at me with an uncertain grin.
I made some more mock-Anjali noises. I heard them slow down and Dirk mutter something. I was making them uncomfortable. Good.
Needing to delay my very-near orgasm, I brought a hand down to my cock. I’ve found that holding a couple fingers against my cock will stall me from cumming. At least, I’d noticed it whenever I jerked off, and I hoped it would work during actual intercourse. I located the mast of my cock where it moved up and down and found that Adrienne’s pussy was only deceptively tight. At that point it was large enough for her folds to close around my two fingers. Unlike Anjali's awkward queefs, Adrienne made a watery sucking sound and she breathed faster in sync with it. Fingers still on cock, I went from fuck-mode to plow-mode and banged the bed against the wall again. I made more Anjali sounds.
“Uuuuh Uuuuhhh Ooooooohhhhh!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Adrienne said, “Dennis…” –and was too in-the-moment to complete the sentence. My last Anjali imitation dissolved in to a cackle as I released my fingers from her sea-monster pussy.
I was so completely in control of the situation, that I decided to make the orgasm I had as thrilling as possible. I hoisted Adrienne up by the waist and plopped my ass down on the sheets. It felt like my cock left her for a moment before being vacuumed back inside. I slipped my fingers back inside her.
Suck trickle trickle suck suck.
Good
What happened next was pure cinema. Picture this in slow-motion: this naked chick, tits flopping against her chest, head cocked backwards with her mouth and eyes open with the expression you have when you’re not sure what will happen when you slide down this free-fall on a roller-coaster but you know it’s fun (I know she looked like this because my head was propped against her shoulder so I could looked at her face from the side while her shoulder bone flexed in to my chin and I considered sucking on her cheek that had one mole that must have made Adrienne insecure in miniature every time she was intimate with a guy, except for times like now when she was reaching the most intense part of said intimacy) bouncing up and down on my lap as my cock slides out of her and I push myself forward on the bed just enough so that I shoot off on to Adrienne’s tits and I hit her face and her head jerks down and her yelp turns in to a cry of surprise. Back to normal speed.
I pushed her forward so my cock popped out of her, brushing the prickles of her vagina just barely. I wheeled around and threw a shot on to Freedom (Jonathan Franzen is also the author of—SPLAT). I spun all the way around and got some on the cocaine and the mirror. As I did this, I heard Adrienne sit up and exclaim, “What the fuck?” And I heard a knock on the wall from the room behind us. An older male voice yelled, “Hey! Keep it down in there!”
Mission accomplished.
I toppled off the bed. I sat keeled over on the floor, staring down at my throbbing cock for what felt like an eternity, laughing. Destroying potential babies all over the carpet below me. Laughing with the feeling of victory.
Adrienne was hitting my back and my face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She said.
“What is this shit you're pulling? You think you can disprespect me like that? What kind of moron are you?”
It was hard to take her seriously with cum streaked on her face.
I stood up fast. I turned around and grabbed her book; Freedom indeed. I ran out of the room, naked and laughing.
Dirk burst out of his room. He had somehow managed to put boxers on.
“I won, asshole!” I yelled at him. “I beat you!”
“You did not win, Dennis!” he said. “You fucking cheated and you know it! She’s the one whose supposed to moan, not you!”
“I don’t give a shit!” I said, running around in circle with Adrienne’s book flapping open like a victory flag.
Both girls had come out in to the hall. They both stared at us. Both entirely naked, one with cum all over her.
“Oh. My. God,” said Anjali loudly. “Were you guys…playing some kind of game?”
“One of life’s great mysteries,” I heard Dirk say to her as I ran past them down the hall. He began running after me.
“Come back here, you fucking cheater!” Dirk yelled. “I am absolutely going to kick your ass.”
I heard the girls running, too. Adrienne exclaimed that she couldn’t believe it, she felt like she’d just fucked a twelve-year old. Both of them started yelling insults at me and Dirk. Things I can’t remember specifically. Essentially, there were two naked girls chasing Dirk and those same two naked girls and one guy with boxers on chasing me, also naked, holding a great work of modern American literature. I charged down the stairs and through the hotel lobby. The concierge on duty gaped at us and turned white. I bolted past the same German girls I’d seen the day before and they were startled.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I was running pretty fast and I burst in to the pool area. Nobody was there. Jumping sideways, I vaulted in to the pool.
Such cool, cleansing water. I floated there for a moment. Freedom released from my fingers. I thought, What if I could just float in here forever? No more cares in the world, nobody to bother me? Wouldn’t that be excellent?
Human instinct, I guess, made me swim to the top. I suddenly felt exhausted. I felt Dirk’s large hands grip my shoulders and he pulled me over the marble lining and on to the rough granite of the floor beside the pool, where I passed out.
We rode the bus back to the airport. I wore a rumpled t-shirt. Dirk wore a red wife-beater.
I’d been pretty sick. I was worried that I somehow OD’d when I woke up back in our hotel room. Everything felt numb and fuzzy. Dirk gave me a glass of water, asked me if I was feeling better, and as soon as I was feeling better, he kicked my ass. I could tell he wasn’t actually mad at me anymore, though. He just wrestled me to the ground, pinned me there—Dirk is jacked, I never stood a chance—and told me I was completely crazy, I was even worse than he was at my age. We laughed about it.
We compared notes. Apparently, Anjali was a squirter. She’d been sitting on his lap and started cumming on his leg and freaked out about it, had turned red and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I told him Adrienne’s pussy tasted like bad lemon juice and about doing the line of coke off her stomach. We were buddies again.
On the bus back, breeze blew through the slightly cracked windows. Dirk snored. I stared out the window at the dull, rushing highway. I thought about what Anjali’s G-spot felt like and if she still even knew she had one. I went to the claustrophobic bus bathroom and jerked off. I finished Portnoy’s Complaint.
Checking my missed calls later one, I saw one from Samantha, a girl I was hooking up with in the weeks before coming out here. She’d made me promise, before I left, not to fuck any girls during our vacation. She'd also made me promise to stop smoking pot and drinking. I’d promised her both and she didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like we were in a relationship.
The other missed call was a drunk dial from my Mom. I know because it came through at 2:30 in the morning. I am probably one of the few guys out there whose Mom drunk dials him. She’s been told to get her act together many times, but she keeps going back to the bottle. There was about a year there where it was okay, and she was sober, and she was much easier to talk to then. But now, we weren’t speaking again, and she was apparently living with her boyfriend in Kentucky in a trailer home.
I looked out the windshield and saw a small bird flying straight at us. It was about to smack in to the windshield. At the last second it veered away, flapping it’s wings very fast as if suddenly realizing, “Oh, shit!” I thought it was mad funny and cracked up. We still had five hours to go. My hospital bracelet had never left my arm, I felt woozy and bleary eyed and suddenly wondered-in a way both neurological and philosophical–where the hell I was and where the hell I was going.
Then I snapped out of it and remembered.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3zya28/freshman_adventures_spring_break_part_3
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