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In the shower stall, I careful applied the shaving cream to my pubic hair. It had been growing slightly, as so many college exams, had interrupted my time with Travis. Working with care my penis and balls were once again smooth, and to my lovers desire. Quietly I managed to use the butt plugs for some stretching. The person who best knows you is you, and since our last romp, my bottom had tightened considerably. With a stud like Travis I knew this meant both pleasure and pain, but love and physical activity can lead to this. Moving up in number I felt more confident, despite knowing my 6'4 lover who was so muscular, would be a exercise of sacrifice. Yet that's what good lovers do, and I knew that I'd be giving myself to him tomorrow.
Walking out in the dorm hallway, with my hidden razors and kit, I made it back to my room uncaught. Sure the white towel mostly covered these eyes, but another astute college student would have questions. It was best to avoid any type of confrontation, except for the openly gay Jose who's monster cock he exhibited with pride in the bathroom. For a guy so short, he was so hung, and I found his skin tone and private parts attractive to my dirty mind. Yet I put these thoughts to rest. Tomorrow my man would help me being in heat, and cool down my evident urges. It had been awhile and I was frustrated. The last couple days I came thinking of my lover, and wasn't thrilled to be in classes. It was obvious I needed to be reamed. Travis was the answer.
Going to bed that night wearing my usual nothing, I tossed and turned. Finally HBO was showing a boring movie, which allowed me an interrupted six plus hours of deep sleep. As usual I shut off the phone's alarm. It was so damn irritating. Coffee made, and some pop tarts, I went for another shower to freshen up. Always wanted to be at my best for my man, who was a year older and so sexy. His Slavic features, those pearl blue eyes, and his long blonde hair with that dreamy body. Couldn't wait to feel his lips upon mine, the smacks of sugar, as we kissed and he felt me up. I always desired him. We had good intelligent conversations, and our libidos were off any known charts. Having met at the frat party earlier this year, I became more enamored but him. To put it blunt I needed him. He was the one who could light my fire and more. Every essence of my being was his, and today I'd have the opportunity to prove my sustenance to him.
I had texted him, that I'd be over at 10. His smile face and heart emojis warmed me, as right now he was at the gym, so he'd come back just the way I always desired. Hot and sweaty, with ripped biceps and those flexible calves ready to send me to the heavens. Putting on my feminine cologne, I brushed my teeth. I put on the little orange tights he liked so much, and then black shorts and a blue t shirt. My 5'8 height and 150 pound frame weren't much for him, but I knew what the fire emoji he sent me met. He was extremely horny, and it was up to me to satisfy him. I was hungry to, as I desired him with all of my vigor. He had always been so good to me, but when it came to his physical needs, well I smiled and grimaced knowing how I'd end up walking. He had the biggest cock I ever had in my insides, plus his strength and stamina alone were out of this world.
My white crocs on, I traversed to his off campus house. Knowing he'd be there soon, I was happy to get the text, "bringing food, and feel free to crack the wine bottle open." In the fridge was my favorite red merlot, and as I already had my coffee, this was a dessert on top of it. Soon the sounds of his Malibu, and he entered his house to me on his sofa. We smiled. Damn he was so hot in the sleeveless shirt and tight shorts. He caught me eyeing his crotch, but yet was courteous enough to see that I got some chicken parmigiana he had picked up from Pianto's. It was tasty, and as we sat on his couch, he asked me how things had been going. We chatted about numerous subjects, his love of Native American history was always impressive. Yet soon as our brains had become engaged in intellectual topics, our primal signals came roaring to life.
Another clinking of our reds, as we drank more, it was as if Travis and I were closer through no movement of ours at all. Yet his overpowering masculinity brought me in, and as I rested my head on his chest, he tussled my hair and kissed me. His lips were so full. They were like puzzles sliding together, and soon our breathing increased. He was kissing my neck and it was driving me to the brink of insanity. My exhalations were loud and all I remember was saying "fucking kiss me." Our lips and tongues danced in a serenade of sensuality, and oh the way this felt made everything heightened. My hands on his shirt, he took it off, and soon I was touching his muscular and defined chest. Travis's heartbeat rose, and he was lost as my fingers and soon mouth and tongue, explored the top of his torso.
As he stood up, I took his shorts down, and was greeted by his thick white and purple from excitement cock. Oh wow what a beautiful penis, and I put it into my hands, as I was absolutely addicted. Like a experienced heroin user knows how to push the needle in, on my knees I took him into my soaking wet lips. The look on his contorted face told me success was achieved. As I kept sliding him in my mouth further, he moaned like a coyote in heat, and this made me desire the drops of precum that were accumulating. Such a sweet taste, I always wanted him here. I just adored his penis with my TLC, and started to suck his beyond sensitive testicles. Travis was in a rapture as I attacked his private parts, and the familiar musky scent was in my mouth and nostrils as I deepthroated him with all of my adrenaline. As I went down on him, his eyes went up and I felt like taking him in his king bed
Holding hands we went to his bedroom. I took my clothes off, and he forced his big penis against mine. He thrashed my balls with his cock too, and in that manly voice of his said "soon I'll penetrate you baby." I felt my hardening, as he massaged my sex organ, before I got him on the bed and wrapped my lips around him. His beefy thick shaft was all the way to my throat back, and I just kept swirling my tongue all over his exposed nudity. He was Adonis like and that perfectly gorgeous cock, was quite often more beautiful than words can describe adequately.
Gobbling this like a wild animal, I made sure my warm saliva rolled on down. Now mixed in with his precum, I could smell his pheromones encapsulate me, as my fingers first explored his oak like legs. They were trembling. Then as my fingers searched his balls, oh they were so damn big, his manly grunts lit me know. My tongue went there, licked his ass, and then back to his lovely penis of which I always was enamored with. My tongue lips saliva heat, everything baptized his sex organ with all of my passion. Travis rolled and held on to the bed, as I just made sure to display my passion to him so boldly. No holding back of my desire. Even though I had to breathe out of my nose, my jaw sore and mouth full made me intrinsically happy.
Soon he ended my foray though, even though he playfully had to get me off of his junk. I just treasured his monster cock, and my oral fixation for his swirling flavors was my favorite addiction. Soon he was on top of me, and I couldn't believe how good his lips felt. My lips touched by his, the weight of his body on top of me, and how electrical it was as his hands held on to my jelly like hips. That was a zone of immense pleasure, and as he started with his hands to jerk me off, as soon as in his mouth I felt them on my sides again. My legs were completely open. His slut to do whatever he wanted to do to me. I was singing in octaves as he went up and down on my shaft, and they went higher when his lubed finger went in my ass. The waves of pleasure traveled at the speed of light. He purposely bounced his finger side to side, and jump started my g spot of the inevitable getting fucked. I always wanted him, and now as my insides got wet, I begged him to "go inside me."
He made that happen. This time from behind. As my head was on his pillow he bent me over, and slid his lubed up shaft in me a inch at a time. I almost passed out. The gasping was real. Could feel him filling me up and the pulsating. It hurt. Yet it felt good too. He was inside me taking me, which was what I had desired. I moaned as I felt his strong fingers around my waist, and when he spanked my ass that was now full of him, I let out what could only be described as a whimper. His muscular frame and above average equipment, I just did what I could to remember, that I wanted my man to orgasm inside of me. That way he was more a part of me. And he knew that he had his sex organ in my hot little oven, that was tight but stretching due to his endowment. He pushed on in and I looked back, smiling as he pumped me as his bitch.
Eventually he laid me out. My feet on his shoulders he slid in me. Seeing this with a mirror he held got me harder again, and every time his penis slid in my hole, he gently stir my sperm tanks. Sometimes he would just throttle on, while at other points he'd pull all the way out. Then all of a sudden all the way inside my back door. Soon I was riding him. We looked in each other's eyes and kissed. Sweat was everywhere, and I loved having my testes resting on his abdomen as I handled his penis like a stick shift that penetrated my outer shell.
It was rhythmic. We could hear the bed creak, along with the sounds of my nails scratching his walls. I couldn't take this much longer. It was obvious as my balls tightened as I got even harder. As my cock blew up and I howled, Travis kissed me with such vigor. He kissed me more and kept plunging my insides with a fury. Some time later I knew it was going to happen. Those balls went up, and my hard penis finally exploded. I was pregnant with his sperm dribbling out of my crack, and everyone had been satisfied. This day had ended up as desired, in his arms and both of us climaxing. He later gave me a nice bath, a pot of flowers, and had me kiss him. I'd see him later this week.