A Post-Party Party [MF]

Continued from *Getting Started* – links in comments

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The remaining folks were in the main room, getting ready to spend the night in the floor and couches. Jessa and I were sitting on her bed coming down from our highs. The usual make-out started, and our tops came off quickly.

She loved having her nipples sucked, so while kissing down her voluptuous body I stopped and focused on her beautiful, large, pale boobs. I unclasped her bra and let her twins swing free – she grasped the back of my head to keep me on her breasts. They hung heavy and welcomed me in. I circled each areola with my tongue and gently nibbled on her erect nipples. I pushed her back onto the bed and continued to make out with her chest: squeezing and massaging her boobs, rubbing around them, kissing all over them, blowing gently on her tits.

She wasn’t too keen on being eaten out – or maybe it was just my beginner status that deterred her – so as I kissed and fondled lower on her body, approaching her pussy, she reached down and grabbed my cock to stop my journey. Jessa pulled me back up, turned and slid down under me to find my penis with her mouth.

She didn’t need to be down there long: I got hard in moments. We flipped over and Jessa grabbed the condoms from her bedside table. As she stepped off the bed and slipped off her panties, wet with excitement, I put on a green condom we got for free from the university’s health department (we learned that purple just looks bad, red isn’t fun enough, and blue makes my dick look sick, so we tried to only get their green condoms, which even glow in the dark a little bit).

Jessa climbed back onto the bed and straddled me. With a sharp inhalation, she slowly impaled herself onto me, her hands resting on my chest, her big tits hanging free. I bent my legs to allow for more of my shaft to enter her, and with my hands grasped one boob and one ass cheek (a position a later partner would describe as my “stabilizing hold”) – on Jessa an ass cheek was about the same size as a boob, so both my hands had plenty to hold onto. We kissed deeply as she started our rhythm. We both were still fairly high so we started slow, she just rocking forward and backwards, us looking deep into each other’s eyes, just enjoying the intimate moment on a rickety college twin-bed on a warm spring night. I controlled her movements by administering pressure to her boob or ass, telling her to go backwards or forwards at a certain pace.

It’s that type of control I like: the girl’s on top, so she has the ultimate say, but I can still direct her and make her do things with me that aren’t always possible in the standard missionary position. As much as I now like being on top of a girl with her feet up above her head, ramming my dick into her warm chamber with the force of a jackhammer; or just pleasuring and pleasing my partner with slow and steady insertions in the traditional missionary position, allowing her to just enjoy the moment and not having to do any work, I enjoy it even more when both of us are involved, are actively trying to get each other off, are finding mutual pleasure and sexual satisfaction in being together.

After a few minutes of this sensual, calm sex, noised with just slight moans and sporadic gasps, Jessa got a glint in her eyes and scooted her legs backwards, to give her more control over our fucking. She took my hand from her boob and intertwined our fingers, leaving her other hand on my chest and mine still squeezing her fat, fleshy ass, and started to ride my shaft like a girl with a mission. The ascent was quick – she never left my cock completely, but she descended hard and fast. Her ass slapped against my thighs when she landed, and I helped by slamming the cheek I held down with her own humps. We were making the bed shake and bump against the wall, the lamp on her night table shook with every thrust and thump.

Our locked hands were pressed against the mattress, but I released mine from hers to grab her hair with both hands, pulling her head and body down to me and causing her to yelp with pleased surprise. I kissed her hard on the lips and hugged her close as she exhaled loudly, forcing her to relinquish control over the situation. I thrust up into her, balancing on my upper back and feet, sending ripples along her skin from her ass to her tits. Vocalizing her moans, which shook with the fast pace with which I was fucking upwards into her, Jessa put her weight on me and rested her hands on the mattress and the bedframe above my shoulders. Our skins matched each other well:

Jessa’s pale skin pressed to my tanned skin turned me on even more.

I moved my hands down to her butt and squeezed both cheeks, hard, spreading them as I pounded her pussy.

She didn’t like analingus per se, but she liked to be touched back there, so I toyed around her asshole with my fingers. I slipped my pointer finger to her pussy, and wet it with her juices coating my cock. I tickled her opening a little bit, but couldn’t fit my finger inside her alongside my dick, so with my wet finger I returned to her anus and slowly stuck in my first digit. She gasped, relaxed a bit, and arched her back, to let me further try to fill both her holes. I slid in more of my finger and held it there as I continued to pound upwards into her.

She started moaning loudly and I could feel her relaxing and tensing both holes, trying to find the right comfort level. Her stiffened body, from her pointed toes to her sweaty blond hair, was completely in my control, and I ramped up my speed and intensity into her pussy. I started wiggling my finger in her ass and squeezed her cheek with my other hand to help her relax.

We had a good rhythm, but there was more to be done; I decided to switch positions. I pushed her off of me, towards the wall and I got off the bed. Jessa lay on her side, facing me with a grin on her lips and a lusty shine in her eyes. She rubbed her clit, looked at me and asked in her sexy, dirty British accent, “Where the fuck do you want me?” She breathed heavily as she asked, and sweat appeared on her forehead.

“Doggy,” I replied, stroking myself and grinning at her.

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. She grabbed my cock from me and gave it a few tugs before releasing it and turning around on the bed, arching her back and looking sultry back at me over her shoulder, offering herself to me and fingering her clit with one hand, the other holding herself up on the bed. I stayed standing and lined up my penis with her hole. I held onto her hips with one hand, grabbed my cock in the other and plunged in. Jessa yelled and braced herself against the wall in front of her with one hand, and clutched the sheets beneath her with the other. Once I got in and going, I had both hands on her hips, slamming our hips together. I hit a sweet spot in her, and her hand on the bed went to her clit again, rubbing furiously. She started making that familiar squeaking noise right before she was about to cum.

I picked up the pace, and reached forward to grab her boobs, swinging like pendulum with the rhythm of our sweating humping. I used her tits as an anchor for me and proceeded to go as hard as I could into her, shaking the bed and night table. Her roommates, all of them sexual girls like Jessa, were used to us being so loud and violent I had no regard for what they were thinking then. Jessa moaned loudly, took her hand from the wall and put her face into the bed, letting me drive her harder and deeper into the mattress as her moans turned into a orgasmic yell, muffled by the thin mattress. Her free hand grasped one of mine, on her big tit.

We acted as one being, moving together, breathing together, squeezing together.

I felt her hand leave her clit and reach farther back to fondle my tight ball sack; I was ready to cum. She liked it rough, and played rough, too. Jessa grabbed my balls and held tight, squeezing and crudely massaging them as our fucking got harder, faster, more intense. As she started to cum, she yelled into the sheets again and grabbed my balls even harder. That was too much for me and I let all energy burst out of me, into her. We kept on massaging each other, me on her breasts and she on my balls, until our orgasms finally subsided and we collapsed in a hot, sweaty mess.

As I slid out of her and fell onto the bed, she rolled on top of me, straddling me again. She lightly glided her hand down my chest, tracing my torso to my happy-trail, finally ending on my softening cock. She slid off the green condom, now smeared with white cum, tied it, and threw it in the trashcan beside her bed.

We exchanged a few words and a few more kisses, and I returned to pleasing her tits for a little bit longer. After a short while, though, we put on our under1wear and got in bed together, under the sheets now soaked in our sweat.

Jessa liked being held, so we usually slept spooning. We fell asleep with my hands on her tits and clit, gently rubbing them in small circles to cool them off after our hot exchange.

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