EXTRA CREDIT CLUB

How did I get myself into this mess?
There I was, leaned over the side of her bed, legs spread wide, bound and blindfolded. I could hardly move, could barely even squirm. She'd put these bondage cuffs on my wrists and ankles; ones that had metal fasteners to either be clipped together or restrained to something else.
And restrained, I most definitely was. She'd guided me to the bed, drunk and horny, and had maneuvered me into this mess. She'd stretched me forward, sprawled me over the bed and locked my bondage cuffs together and to something on the other side. My ankles were spread wide and bound to the bed posts via thick cords. I was completely helpless, completely at her mercy.
She played with my ass, fingering it, loosening it for the fucking to come.
It just doesn't work like this, damn it! Men do the fucking. Women get fucked. That's the way of life. But apparently, no one had informed her of this universal rule. I was so nervous and scared and wanted to beg off the whole thing, but something kept me silent. Something let the ass play continue and let the fucking to come draw closer. I was horny. In fact, I was so rock hard it hurt.
How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?
* * *
Like many episodes of exploration, experimentation, and discovery, this one started in college. I came to college with two very achievable goals in my minds: getting my degree and getting laid. The first was normal enough. Computer science seemed as good a degree as any, and I'd had some light programming classes in high school. So, get a degree, get a job, make tons of money. The American dream, right?
Right.
And then there was the second goal. I wasn't exactly sure how to pursue that one. Several unfortunate and demoralizing incidents throughout my high school days had made me quite socially passive. As embarrassing as it was to admit, I was still a virgin. Nineteen and still a virgin! How pathetic.
But, I was going to rectify that inadequacy! . . . somehow . . .
Back in high school, my problem had been my personality. I was very studious and unfortunately rather introverted. Most people mistook this as snobbish and uptight, which was so not true!
But I soon discovered that in college those problems weren't nearly as prevalent. Most of the worthless chaff in life either didn't make it to college, or got cut out of it early on. Bonus! Those that were left seemed much more like me than any clique in high school. I was sure I could find a group of friends to fit in with, preferably one with plenty of attractive young ladies in it (naturally).
I met Teresa (her friends called her Tessa) early in the first semester. What can I say, she was hot. Her body was beautifully proportioned, not exactly voluptuous, but slim and athletic. I learned later that she'd been both a gymnast and a ballerina growing up. She had this wonderful hourglass figure, silken blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. The oval black-rimmed glasses she wore gave her a wonderful air of sophistication and intellect.
Quiet and subdued, she was almost always smiling, as if the world at large delighted her. She was such a sweet and innocent thing, almost angelic, when I thought about it. Perfect. Absolutely perfect! Now I just had to build up the courage to talk to her (and find an opening when our calculus professor wasn't droning on).
A perfect innocent angel. That was my first impression.
Man, was I off the mark.
She'd chosen to wear her exquisite hair in a ponytail today, held in place with an intricate clasp. She'd wore this one before, a genuine silver article . . . probably awfully expensive. The clasp had these strange designs on it, almost like waves in an ocean, and strategically placed little green gems. I wondered how wealthy her family was, and if possibly this would make her look down on me. My family was pretty middle-class.
How did I know all of this about the clasp? Because I spent fifty minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday staring at the back of her head, that's how.
The professor was late today. I later found out that he'd gotten a ticket for speeding. Good old traffic patrol. If they can catch you going 30 in a 25, they will. I made a mental note not to oink the next time I passed one of their cruisers. Delaying the professor definitely fell into the category of public service.
However, I had more important matters to consider than where my calc prof was. My mind busily tried to conjure up some excuse to start talking to Tessa. I opened my calc book, rifled through it, glanced through my notes. Nothing was really coming to mind. I should have left some of the practice problems undone. That way, I could have asked for her help . . .
Hmmm . . . I looked down at the last problem in my notebook, gripped the top of the page, and began to pull it out along the perforated edge.
I got about halfway through when Tessa turned around.
"Hi!"
"Uhh . . ." I so wish I could think faster on my feet.
"Got a minute?" she asked sweetly. She had this intoxicating grin on her face, and somehow, just by looking at me, she made me feel as if I had put it there. Total tripe, of course, but hey, I'll take what I can get.
"Uhh . . . sure," I said, recovering as best I could. "What do you need?"
Tessa adjusted her posture in her seat, swinging her bare legs over the side and crossing them. She set her notebook on my desk and turned it so I could read it. Wow. Her handwriting was so neat, way better than the scribbled notes and half-thoughts in my notebook.
"This one. I'm having a lot of trouble with it."
I looked at the problem. My first reaction was you're having a lot of trouble with that one? . . . but I didn't say anything. I'm not that much of an idiot.
The problem dealt with deriving of the kinematics equations for position, speed, and acceleration. Not very tough for anyone who's had a physics class. I explained it as best I could. The problem was actually a good one to teach, since it had so many practical applications. Anyone could mentally grasp position, velocity, and acceleration, and the problem demonstrated how those three equations where related mathematically.
"Wow . . . that really cleared things up. How about you teach the class instead of Herr Langeweile?"
What the? Herr Langeweile . . .?
She must have seen the confusion written on my face.
"It's German."
Well, I pretty much figured out that part from the "Herr."
"Langeweile means boredom."
"Ah! Okay. I get it now," I said, then gave her a courtesy laugh for the effort.
"Didn't you take a foreign language in high school?"
"Well, yeah," I said, thinking through my words before speaking. I didn't want the situation to deteriorate, especially after having such a promising start. "I took Italian. Don't remember a thing."
Tessa smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It was pretty vague."
"I'm sure if I understood German, it would have been very funny," I said and that got a polite chuckle for my effort. Sweet.
We spent the rest of the class chatting about this and that, though mostly about our classes. We exchanged names officially, though I already knew hers "Nice to meet you, David. I'm Teresa, but my friends call me Tessa." She was a computer science major, just like me, starting out this semester, just like me. I thought it was odd I didn't see her in more classes, but then, we both had a lot of useless non-computer-science classes to get out of the way. She was actually taking Fencing this semester as one of her Phys Ed requirements.
"Keeps me in shape," she said. Oh, it certainly did.
The class ended with the professor never showing. I normally grabbed a bite to eat after this class and asked her if she wanted to join me over at the Food Court.
"Sure!" she said, sounding so deliciously delighted.
The Food Court had a McDonald's, a Pizza Hut, and a Starbucks. The three basic food groups: fast food, pizza, and coffee. I grabbed a personal pizza and a Sprite while she got some Starbucks coffee and something to dunk with. We met up at a table secluded in one corner of the Court.
I set my backpack down and let out a sigh of relief. Damn, that thing could be heavy.
We talked some more and the topics became more personal. Where are you from? What brought you here? Why Computer Science? Do you have a scholarship? Which one? Where are you staying?
"Oh, I stay with a friend," Tessa said. "We have an apartment on the campus outskirts. It's just a short walk away. Really convenient."
A friend, huh? That was rather vague. I needed to find out the gender on this one before proceeding. "So do you and her split the cost?"
"Oh, no. She takes care of that. Her family's really well off. I think they're multimillionaires, actually."
She had an apartment paid for in full by someone else? And here I was, stuck in a noisy (and sometimes smelly) dormitory? I'll admit it, I was jealous. If only I had a rich friend to bunk with, and if that rich friend were a hot young lady, well, Bonus.
At least her friend was female. I really hated conversations that go like this: "So, what are you doing this weekend?" "Oh, I'll be having sex with my boyfriend. Buzz off."
Not that I'd actually had conversations quite that bad, but close. Very close.
Well, now or never. That's what I told myself. Now or never.
"So . . . you doing anything this weekend?" I asked.
"Oh . . . this and that . . ." she said. Very non-committal. But she did smile at me, making eye contact with those deep blue eyes of hers. She had this mischievous glint in those eyes. Not at all innocent or angelic.
Have I mentioned that first impressions can be deceiving?
I continued on. If I was going down, it might as well be in a glorious ball of fire. "How about dinner and a movie this Saturday?"
"Hmmm . .. . thanks, but no thanks. I have plans this weekend. Maybe some other time.."
There was that damnable line again. "Maybe some other time." I do so despise that line. Why can't girls just tell it to you straight? Why do they have to hide behind these pathetic word games that string you on and leave things ambiguous?
Little did I know that Tessa, the sweet-innocent-beautiful-and-smart girl of my dreams, actually meant what she said. What a concept.
* * *
I met and talked with Tessa a lot after that first meeting. We'd chat up each other before class and meet up at the Food Court after we'd had our brains wracked by another bout of Calculus. It certainly helped that she was often the one asking me about the problems.
I kept up a steady chatty attitude towards her, trying to see if it was the right moment to ask again. She had said maybe some other time. I mean, the ladies of the world couldn't all be liars? Right?
Right?!?
Slowly, it seemed like my efforts were paying off. She began to open up, to let her hair down, so to speak. Even if she wasn't going to let me into her pants, at least we were becoming good friends. I guess that's a consolation prize of some sort. A pretty sucky one, but oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.
So, it was a complete surprise when she said: "My friend's taking off for the weekend, so I've got absolutely nothing to do."
Yeah, that's right. Tessa almost always spent the weekends hanging or club-hopping with her friend. Her friend Quinn. What kind of a name for a girl is Quinn anyway? It sounds like a boy's name.
When I discovered that bit, I went on-line and did a little searching, just to make sure Tessa wasn't playing some sort of joke on me. It turns out we were both right. Quinn is both a boy name and girl name with Irish and Gaelic origins. It means "counsel." At least, that's what ThinkBabyNames.com has to say about it.
The Internet. It's so much more than just free porn. Gotta love it.
"So . . ." I started cautiously. Tessa was presenting me with an invitation and I most certainly didn't want to botch it. "Nothing to do?"
"Nope. Not a thing."
"Well . . . how about dinner and a movie with me?"
She shook her head. "Nah, there's nothing good out."
I made a few suggestions, but she shot them all down.
"Those are all such guy movies. I don't feel like sitting through two and a half hours of mindless explosions."
"Actually, some of them have pretty good plots too," I ventured, getting a little desperate.
"Oh, please," Tessa said, but I could tell she was still in good humor. She was just toying with me, which was fine as long as I got the date in the end.
I decided to toss the ball back in her court. "So, if not a movie, then what?"
"Hmmm . . ." she made a good act of thinking it over. I was pretty sure she already had something picked out. "You ever been to the Green Lounge?"
"Ahh . . . no, can't say that I have."
"It's a dance club. A pretty good one. Good music. Good drinks. Plus they don't card college students. Well, not too often."
Dancing. Great. Just fucking great.
"I take it you don't have a fake ID yet?"
Yet? "Ahh . . . no. No, I haven't gotten one . . . yet."
"See! It's perfect, then!"
Yeah. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
But what else could I say but: "Yeah. Sounds like fun," while doing my best to feign interest. "Alright then."
We set a time and she gave me directions to the club. I had twenty-seven hours to learn how to dance. Otherwise, I had twenty-seven hours (plus a few minutes) until I made an absolute fool of myself.
The things we men do for something hot, wet, and tight. I tell you, are we all insane or something?
Don't answer that.
I spent the whole next day fretting over the whole thing, getting so nervous I had to chew a few Tums tablets to settle my stomach down. Back at the dorm, I looked through my wardrobe for something club-appropriate.
But there was a problem. I had no idea what club-appropriate meant for this particular club, and I hadn't asked Tessa. Stupid, stupid David. Oh well, how tough could it be?
I settled on a pair of black slacks (with only one unsightly wrinkle from my luggage, but they were black and the club should be dark, right?) and also picked out a dark green button-down shirt. There's no way I could possibly pull off suave and debonair, so I figured I could try to look classically well-dressed.
Plus, it was that or blue jeans and a t-shirt. Or rummaging through the laundry bag for something dressier. Oh yeah, either of those would make great impressions.
I showed up almost twenty minutes early. She showed up fifteen minutes late. But it was worth every minute.
Tessa wore a tight red shirt that left her midriff bare, along with a very short black shirt that hugged her hips oh-so-nicely. Her silhouette and the glimpses of pale flesh reminded me of just how fit and toned her body was. She'd applied a little more makeup than usual, accentuating her eyes and lips and making her look damn sexy.
"Did you wait long?" she asked apologetically, pushing some of her blonde silky hair back. She'd worn it loose today, and it somehow made her look sexy, appealing, and willing.
"Nah. I was actually running a bit late myself. I've only been here a few minutes," I said and this seemed to make her happy. That whole "honesty is the best policy" can take a back seat to "must get me some of that" any day.
The club had a bouncer that let Tessa in without a word but stopped me and requested my ID. Oh shit. I had one, but it showed the wrong age for this sort of club.
"Oh, he's with me today," Tessa said, all sweet and innocent.
The bouncer gave her a polite nod and let me in. "Of course. My apologies," he added as we entered the club. I was a bit surprised by the whole episode, but didn't really give it much thought. In fact, with the music slamming so hard I could feel it in my chest, there really wasn't room for an internal monologue.
Tessa ordered some drinks and I got to work on developing a nice confidence-enhancing buzz. I was going to need it tonight.
We sat at the bar and chatted for a while about absolutely nothing, nursing our drinks. Tessa seemed way more at ease than me. The alcohol assisted in clearing that out, but that didn't mean I was ready to start making a fool of myself. Still, Tessa insisted and eventually dragged me out onto the dance floor.
It really wasn't all that bad. The place was packed and people were bumping and grinding into each other constantly, sometimes making room for a particularly capable dancer or couple. Mostly, it involved a lot of really loud music and a bunch of half-drunk people gyrating up against each other. That, I could manage.
We took a few breaks to liquor up, then danced some more. Drank then danced. Danced, then drank. I had a real solid buzz going, but I was still mostly coherent. Tessa had loosened up nicely and was starting to get kind of giggly.
Eventually we left and I did the gentlemanly duty of escorting her to her apartment. It was within walking distance of the Green Lounge anyway, and I had to metabolize some of that alcohol before I even thought of getting behind a wheel.
The apartment turned out to be pretty high-scale stuff, judging from the exterior and the foyer. We took an elevator to the top floor, number thirty. I'd come along with her this far and she hadn't protested. I figured that if she weren't interested, she would have let me know at the ground floor.
There were only two rooms on top floor. Both had to be huge to take up the entire floor. Tessa got her key out (which turned out to be a keycard), opened the door, and invited me in. Sweet.
The interior was really high-scale for two college students, but I guess if one of them had money to burn, they could burn it however they wanted. The rooms were spacious and well furnished, but definitely had a feminine edge to them. The colors were, well, not very masculine. Plus, what was with all those dream catchers? Certainly not like my room, with my movie posters adorning the walls, ceiling, and both sides of the door.
I closed the door behind me. It was one of the automatic locking doors you find in hotels.
Tessa set her purse down and gave me this mischievous look. Damn, she looked hot. My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my pants.
She came up to me and our warm horny bodies pressed against each other. We kissed and groped and fondled each other. Her mouth was hot and willing and our tongues twined and played. My repressed erection prodded at her through my pants. There's no way she could have misinterpreted my interest or intent now.
She broke from our passionate kissing. Her hands settled at my sides. "Come on. The bedroom's this way."
Damn, I was so fucking horny, but a part of me was nervous also. I had a feeling that Tessa was experienced. Really, really experienced. I doubted a virgin would be this aggressive to just welcome a guy into her apartment after one date. With very little prodding on my part, I might add.
So much for my innocent angel. Oh well. I'd be happy with hot and horny succubus as an alternate.
The bed turned out to be large with dark wood posters and deep blue satin sheets. Tessa crossed her arms and lifted her shirt up over her head in a single skilled motion. Her nicely rounded, perky breasts were restrained only by a black lacy bra. It looked incredible sexy on her pale well-toned body.
Tessa started to fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. I reached out as she worked, my hands enclosing her narrow waist and sliding up her body. She was so incredibly smooth and soft, but there was an unmistakable firmness to her body. She took pride in her physical condition and it showed.
I reached her breasts and squeezed them. She let out a content sigh as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled it off quickly, eager to get these stupid garments out of the way, eager to feel her full glorious body pressed hotly against mine.
She noticed my impatience and stepped back, unzipping the side of her skirt and letting it slide off. I unbuckled my pants and pushed them hurriedly to the ground. She took off the rest of her clothes as I did mine. In the end, we were completely naked and I embraced her once again, my erection pressed hotly between her stomach and mine. We kissed as I guided her to the bed.
She lied back in the bed, arms above her head, hair tousled about her head, framing her angelic face.
God, I was so fucking horny.
I might have been inexperienced, but I'd watched enough porn to have a good grasp on what to do next. I couldn't just ram my engorged cock in her like an idiot; I needed to get her wet and excited.
My hands embraced her breasts and I leaned forward and licked at her right nipple. She started to make these cute gasps and squeaks as I stimulated her, licking and sucking and kneading her breasts in turn. I moved south, my hands exploring her stomach, her legs, and between them.
She gasped a few times, and I could tell she was getting worked up. I kissed her pale flesh as I moved lower, my left hand caressing the wetness between her legs.
I placed her legs on my shoulders and looked at her womanhood. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I figured I couldn't go wrong with stimulating this part of her. I spread her a bit with my hands, leaned forward, and licked at the lips of her vagina.
She gasped and her body shuddered for a moment, but then she got used to my tongue and relaxed. I lapped at her slowly, stroking it up and down, spending extra attention on her clitoris. She seemed to like that a lot; every time I focus on that part, she'd twitch a little and let out these cute sounds.
"Please . . ." she finally asked softly. She seemed so shy, almost embarrassed by all of this, ashamed of asking me to hurry it up.
"Alright," I said, feeling pretty confident at this point. Even with my lack of experience, enough jack-off fantasies and porn downloads can go a long way. I felt I could handle the rest. After all, in out, in out. How hard could that be to get right?
I pressed her legs apart. She looked so submissive to me at that moment, sprawled out on this blue ocean of satin, as if I could do anything to her and she'd let me. It was strangely eerie, but I had more important things to think about.
Like fucking her good and hard.
I guided my engorged cock to her vagina, and pressed in. She moaned and squirmed a bit as I fed her the length of my cock. I wasn't abnormally large or anything. Just an average six inches, but she seemed to like it. And so did I. It felt so fucking incredible. So tight and hot and wet. What surprised me the most was the heat of her body, way better than jacking off with a clammy hand and some lotion.
I began to stroke her, slowly, building up speed. I grabbed either side of her slim waist and drove my cock into her, faster and faster. Her face was flush with excitement and pleasure and her breasts rocked sensuously with each thrust.
But, there was a problem. It was good. Too fucking good. And I was very inexperienced. I felt the sensations boil up within my balls and unconsciously accelerated my pace, slamming into her body, stroke her with every inch of my cock.
And then I climaxed, my head filling with lights as I exploded within her. I slowed, stroking and shuddering as I discharged the last of my cum into her. I could feel my cock softened and thought ahh, shit . . . this is just fucking great. Just fucking great.
My first time with a woman and I fire my gun prematurely. Just fucking great.
I slipped out, my cock softening and twitching from the climax. "I'm sorry," I said, meaning it. What else could I say?
Tessa got up and slipped off the bed. I really thought she was going to start yelling at me or maybe even make me leave. Or worse, toss me out of the apartment without my clothes.
But despite my paranoid thoughts, she did no such thing. She knelt down onto her knees and took my only-slightly-erect cock in her hands. Her eyes met mine and I was surprised to find no anger there, no disappointment. Damn, she was something else. I had had my suspicions, but I knew it then and there. This girl was special.
She proved me right. Her hands stroked my cock softly a few times and she licked the bottom of it, from base to tip. Even with my climax so recent, I knew she could get me hard again. All it would take was a little effort, which she was more than willing to expend.
Tessa opened her mouth wide and took my cock into her slowly. She surprised me yet again by taking all of it, every inch of it into her throat. It took her a little while, like she was getting used to having a foreign object lodged in her throat. But in the end, her lips pressed up again the base of my cock.
I could feel her tongue underneath my cock and could feel the back of her throat with my cockhead. It was so incredibly hot and I began to regain my hardness.
But Tessa wasn't done. She came all the way back and my cock left her lips with a loud smack. She gasped and took several breaths. That had to be tough to do.. She looked at me and went down again, taking all of me in much faster, and she began stroking me with her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking me down her throat to the root, then coming up all the way to the tip. When she needed air, she'd lick at my cock's underside for a few moments before plunging the whole thing down her throat yet again.
Damn, was she skilled.
She got me hard again, just as hard as before, maybe even more so. My whole cock hurt, but I wasn't going to let her down this time. She was giving me a second chance, and I was going to prove myself to her.
She held my rigid cock in her tiny hands. "Let's try that again," she said, an eager smile on her face.
Tessa stood up, then leaned onto the bed, stomach down. She reached around and with her fingers, opened herself up for me. Damn, this girl was too much.
"Come on. Please, give it to me," she said, looking back at me, her eyes eager and hungry.
I guided my cockhead to her moistened entranced and slipped in. With Tessa being as wet as she was and my cum providing even more lubrication, I slipped right in and set about getting into a smooth rhythm. Since I'd already cum once, I felt like I had more control over when I climaxed again, and I tried to mentally make sure I didn't get too stimulated.
It apparently worked, because I plowed into her cunt for a good long time, stroking her beautiful tight body with my cock. She became increasingly excited, moaning and shuddering and I could feel she was almost ready to climax herself.
I increased my speed, stroking her harder, faster, wanting to return the pleasure she'd gifted to me so willingly. She gripped the satin sheets, twisting them, burying her face in them, and let out a muffled scream as her whole body tightened and climaxed.
I continued stroking her, my waist slapping against her firm ass with each thrust. I leaned forward, my hands gripping her breasts and raising her up as I pounded at her from behind.
She reached behind her, hand cupping my face and bringing me close. We kissed, our tongues hungrily exploring each other as I fondled her breasts and brought myself to a second climax.
I broke away from her impassioned kiss and grunted as a came in her again, stroking her in time with my erruptions. I slowed, my body slick with sweat from the effort, and suddenly felt very tired as the high of sexual intercourse wore off. I slipped out of her and flopped down onto the bed next to her.
Damn, that had been good.
I looked over at Tessa and was about to ask one of those dumb post-coital questions. You know, one like "Was that good for you too?" or some mindless tripe like that.
But then I saw the hungry look in Tessa's eyes.. She wasn't done. Not yet. Damn, the girl was insatiable and I'd already fired off twice. What did she expect out of me now?
Apparently, she expected and was going to get another erection. She got on top of me in the sixty-nine position, her firm sweaty body pressed erotically against mine. "Please . . . do me," she asked, then went to work on my cock with her skilled hands and mouth.
Well, it's not like I could say no.
I figured I'd already fucked her and licked her. So, what about some finger play? Might as well try.
I opened her with one hand and gently pressed in two fingers. Since she'd already had a cock in her, the two fingers went in easily and I heard her moan with her mouth full of cock. I stroked her a few times like that, but then had a better idea.
I glanced up and saw the tempting crinkled hole of her ass. I'll admit it. I've always had something of an anal fetish. Every time I download some porn, it normally has a title like Anal Teen Tryouts #13 or something similarly unimaginative. I pulled my moistened fingers out of her cunt and put two in from my left hand.
While I worked those fingers into her, I placed my right middle finger on her anal rosebud. She twitched, perhaps surprised, but made no other move or protest. If anything, she began to deep-thoat me even more urgently.
I pressed my finger slowly into her ass, up to the first joint. Her ass was unbelievably tight, but I pushed in further, slowly slipping more and more of my finger into her. Finally, I had my finger in her up to the palm. I began to stroke her, two fingers in her cunt, one in her ass.
And all the while as I slowly began to open up her ass, the thoughts of anal action and Tessa's undeniably skilled mouth had me erect once more.
Tessa came up for air, and my cock popped out of her mouth sloppily.
"Please stay like that," she asked, so very subserviently. It made me wonder, what if I grabbed her and pushed her down and fucked her ass . . . would she even fight back? I forced those thoughts away. Tessa was something special and I wasn't about to do anything to ruin this night.
She turned over me, facing me now, straddling me. "Let me do it this time," she said, holding my cock at its base and guiding it into her cunt. She sat down on it, letting my rigid cock fill her once again. She sighed, clearly still aroused, and leaned forward.
She took my head in her hands and kissed me once again. I didn't care where her mouth had been and I kissed her back passionately. She started rocking, back and forth, her hot sweaty body gliding back and forth across mine, her breasts pressed against my chest.
I hugged her close and we built up a rhythm, pistoning back and forth, deeper and harder and faster. I didn't last that long this time, but neither did she. She squealed and let out an erotic scream, clutching onto me desperately, thrusting and grinding against me. And I filled her, grunting and thrusting and pouring my cum into her.
She collapsed on top of me as I shriveled. I was done for the night, utterly spent. Thankfully, that sensation appeared mutual.
"Wow, you're incredible," I said, heavily buzzed from my first sexual experience.
She moved forward a bit, letting my cock slide out of her, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Right back at you," she said, quite charitably I thought. But I wasn't about to complain.
Of course, I hadn't met Quinn yet.
* * *
I didn't see Tessa nearly as much as I would have liked in the following months. She was very strict about how the week should be divided. Monday through Friday was school-only. No clubs. No drinking. No sex. Weekends were free game, however.
Though it sucked that I couldn't have sex with her more often, I do have to admit her scholastic regimen rubbed off on me and my grades improved. I was a bit smarter than her, I think, but she made up for it with pure effort. Seeing who would get the highest grades became something of a competition, and my test scores improved accordingly.
Unfortunately, even when we met on the weekends, it didn't always end in sex. Her roommate, Quinn, had this annoying habit of actually staying in her own apartment. Tessa wouldn't even entertain the notion of going to the apartment with Quinn present, so it was club-hopping or dinner or something else. Tessa also didn't like the idea of staying overnight at the male-only dorms, and really, given the company, I couldn't blame her.
Well, my dick could, but intellectually I couldn't blame her.
We became closer as time went on, became something of an item. It was fun, having this beautiful and intelligent girl to spend time with, even if she did have absolutely no interest in any of my hobbies. Still, we got along great and spent more and more time together.
Even with the regrettably sparse sex . . . oh well. No one ever said life would be fair.
One day, I was heading to the Food Court to meet up with Tessa as usual. She hadn't been in class, but that wasn't too unusual given that the professor was reviewing our midterms. Both of us had aced the test, so we really didn't have to be there.
I was almost to the Food Court when I spotted Tessa. At least I thought it was Tessa. She and some other girl were off to the side, in one of the fancy archways leading into Food Court.
The other woman was tall and voluptuous, a real looker, with long red hair worn loose. She wore tight clothes, showing off a body that Tessa would be envious of. I thought she was probably a little older than me, maybe twenty-two or three. But, despite how she looked, it was what she was doing that caught my attention.
The other woman stood quite a bit taller than Tessa and leaned over her in the archway's corner. A hand lifted Tessa's chin and she bent down and kissed my girlfriend! With her other hand, the woman cupped one of Tessa's breasts and groped her roughly.
Holy shit!
Worse, Tessa put her arms around the woman, drawing her closer. The two stayed like that and I watched, totally blown out of my mind. What the hell was going on?!?
Finally, the two broke apart, with Tessa staying against the archway in a strangely passive way and the woman turning and walking towards me. And when she did, she looked straight at me with the most intense green eyes I had ever seen. It was like she could bore straight through me, flesh, heart, and soul.
There was a strong will and a powerful intellect behind those eyes, and she never took them off me, not for a moment as she leisurely walked up and then past me. She wore a supremely confident grin on her lips and didn't say a word, just walked right by as if nothing had happened. As if I were beneath her notice.
Maybe I was.
I turned, watching her walk away. She had this sexy swaying walk, but it wasn't submissive or sleazy at all, like she was trying to draw people to her. Rather, it seemed to say that you could only have this if you were worthy.
What kind of person was she?
But I'd forgotten myself. I turned back to the archway and walked hurriedly over to Tessa.
She looked up when she saw me and spoke in a distant tone. "Oh . . . hi, Dave."
"Yeah. Hi, yourself," I said, trying to keep all the emotions boiling up within me under control. Some fucking girl had just kissed my girlfriend! My girlfriend, damn it! That's like . . . like really against the rules! "What just happened?"
"Oh . . ." Tessa glanced in the direction the young woman had left. "That was Quinn."
"Quinn?!? You mean that is your roommate?!?" I was getting really worked up about this and my voice squeaked embarrassingly.
"Umm . . . yeah. That's Quinn."
"Does she do that often?!?" I demanded, still not sure where my emotions were taking me. Anger? Confusion? Jealousy? Who knew? I certainly didn't. Not yet.
"Sometimes," Tessa said, looking all shy and demure. She blushed fiercely.
Sometimes?!? What the hell did that mean?!? I was really confused now. Unpleasant scenarios started playing in my head. Was Tessa, the girl of my dreams, the girl I'd lost my virginity with, was she . . . was she bi-sexual? And actively so?
I looked back in the direction Quinn had departed. Was the reason I couldn't stop by when Quinn was around . . . was it because these two were having sex? On a regular basis?
I felt angry and saddened and depressed all at the same time. I didn't know what to do.
"Come on. Let's get a bite to eat," Tessa suggested.
I picked up a Big Mac and a Sprite, but found out I wasn't hungry at all. Tessa picked at her chicken salad nervously. It went on like that for several minutes when I decided I'd had enough of the silence.
"So," I began, trying not to sound too confrontational. I don't think it worked. "That was Quinn, huh? You two seem to be great friends."
Tessa poked at her chicken salad some more, refusing to make eye contact.
"It must be just wonderful, rooming with someone you get along with that well."
Tessa seemed to lose the last of her appetite.
"Come on, Tessa, don't you think I deserve some sort of explanation?" I asked. "I mean, you two looked pretty damned intimate out there. I mean, she was grabbing you and everything. You say that happens sometimes? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Tessa seemed to gather her courage. She still didn't make eye contact, but at least she seemed willing to converse with me again. "We're .. . . close friends. We've been friends for a long time."
"How close?"
"Well . . ."
"Come on. Don't do this to me. I deserve to know."
Tessa looked almost ready to cry. Shit. Maybe being aggressive wasn't such a great idea.
I decided to try a different approach. Most of the shock had worn off and, to be honest, I wasn't all that angry any more. It's not like some other guy had fucked her or something. "Tessa, come on. I care about you. Really, I do. It's just . . . well, that was a shock. I didn't know you . . . you took an interest . . . I mean . . . look it's . . . I mean . . ."
Damn. Fucking great time for words to fail me.
But Tessa seemed to calm down. She gave me a tentative smile. "You mean that?"
"What? I mean, yeah, of course I mean it! Why wouldn't I? I think you're a great girl to hang with," I said, pouring it on as best I could. "I just . . . didn't know this about you. And it took me by surprise and, I am ashamed to admit, I responded poorly to it."
Yeah. Show maturity. Be open-minded. That's the ticket.
"Thanks . . . look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her and me," Tessa said, finally looking at me again. "I just didn't want you to think I was weird or something."
That last comment made me chuckle a bit, but in a reassuring way. "Look, I've been worried you'd think the same thing about me. It's no big deal. Really," I said, reaching out and giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder. It was true too. I'd definitely been more worried about her thinking I was strange than the reverse.
Though, I most certainly did not kiss other guys. That just crossed so many freaky gross-out lines. I didn't have anything against homosexuality . . . I just thought the male-on-male variety was really gross. But two chicks going at it, now that was hot!
"So . . . would you like to meet her?"
Huh? What was that again? I'm sure I heard wrong.
"Social, of course," Tessa continued. "We're going out tomorrow. She was wondering if you'd like to come along."
I had a quick mental picture form in my head. Two beautiful chicks going at it, one a petite blonde with glasses, the other a fiery voluptuous redhead. And then, in the middle of it all, me.
Oh yeah. That'd be sweet. Not likely, but then, if I said no I'd never find out. A part of me thought this whole thing was so wrong in so many ways . . . but then, why should I restrain myself when Tessa clearly didn't?
"Quinn asked me to invite you along," Tessa said, starting to get shy again and sounding as if she were making excuses.
I decided to put an end to that.
"Sure!" I said, probably too eagerly. "Sure, I'd love to."
Tessa said she'd give me a call on my cell when she and Quinn had the when's and where's picked out. I spent the night jacking off, thinking about all the possibilities and permutations. Two chicks at once. Could it possibly get any better?
If only I'd known . . . Damn am I stupid sometimes.
* * *
We ended up going to the Green Lounge again. I couldn't dance any better than before, but it didn't seem to matter. Tessa arrived ten minutes late. As usual. But this time, Quinn was tagging along.
Actually, it looked more like Tessa was tagging along with Quinn. The tall redhead clearly was the dominant decision-maker of the two. The two looked incredibly sexy together, but there was just something about Quinn that bothered me. She had this intensity to her, like the world could be made to cave to her every whim. It was wild and intense and I felt my heart skip as she looked at me, looked through me with those beautiful green eyes of hers.
"Hi Tessa," I said, fumbling my words a bit. "And Quinn. Hi Quinn. Nice to meet you, Quinn." Man, I am such a retard sometimes. How hard is it to get a simple greeting right?
"A pleasure," she said, smooth and regal. She extended her hand and I shook it, though it seemed odd in this setting. I did notice that both Tessa and Quinn had very expensive accessories on, which served to magnify their combined sensuality nicely. Their clothes were tight and revealing, both with short black skirts and single-color shirts that left their midriffs bare and accentuate the size of their breasts. Quinn's in particular.
Quinn went in first, had a short word with the bouncer and passed him a folded bill. It was a frickin' fifty! The bouncer nodded, glancing at Tessa and me, pocketed the tip, and let the three of us in.
You're supposed to tip bouncers? I didn't know that.
The club was the same blaring, mind-wracking experience as before. We started out with drinks, which was a good thing. Being around Quinn made me nervous. And the way Tessa seemed at her beck and call made me a little jealous. But I had to be here. I was pretty much head-over-heels in love with Tessa (or infatuated with, can't really tell the difference yet). Whatever her relationship with Quinn was, I needed to find out how deep it went.
The three of us danced. Well, the two girls danced. I kind of did this sort of wiggle where I looked like I was dancing. The pairings shifted around. Sometimes it'd be just me and Tessa, with Quinn amusing herself with some other club patrons. She seemed quite popular with both the men and the women. Other times, I'd retreat off to the side as Tessa and Quinn danced together.
Which wasn't all that bad. Watching the two of them go at it gave me a serious hard-on. The two pressed and ground up against each other and Quinn would grope Tessa without any concern given to her audience. She would kiss Tessa, forcefully, aggressively, and even once put her hand up Tessa's shirt and clenched and kneaded a breast!
Fortunately, it didn't get any more wild than that. At one point, I thought Quinn was going to toss Tessa to the ground and start devouring her right there. As fun as that would have been to watch, I wanted in on the action. Damn, this was making me really horny.
It was Tessa's job to keep the drinks coming, and she carried out her duties enthusiastically. By the time Quinn was getting ready to head home, I had one serious buzz going. I was also unbelievably horny. I couldn't wait for what was to come.
I was pretty sloshed by the time we left and required a little bit of guidance from the girls to get me back to the apartment. But, well, Tessa had kept those drinks coming and how was I supposed to say no when Quinn was drinking just as much. In fact, considering how much she'd imbibed, Quinn remained very coherent.
She also looked really really sexy, but then, that could have just been my own buzz at work.
We got back to the apartment and as soon as the door closed, the two girls were at it, kissing and fondling and stripping. Before I knew it, the two girls were topless and sensuously kissing each other.
Hell, I wanted some of that too. Come on. Be generous. Fair's fair.
But as soon as I tried to join in, Quinn pushed me back. "Not yet, stud," she said, a wicked grin on her lips. "You only get to play once you've cleaned up."
Huh? What, was my breath bad or something?
"You play by my rules, or not at all. Understood?" Quinn asked, and then to add emphasis, she grabbed my crotch and squeezed. Her body pressed up against mine and our lips almost met. "You do want to play. Right, stud?"
And then I said something really stupid. "You know, I do have a name."
She ignored me. "Answer the question. Yes or no. Us or the door."
Damn it, this bitch was going to make me beg? Well, I was too horny and drunk to turn around now. "Well of course it's a yes," I said, trying and failing to exert some sort of authority into this situation.
It didn't have any affect on Quinn, who only smiled and stepped back from me. "Tessa, why don't the two of you get cleaned up while I get ready."
"Come on, Dave," Tessa said brightly. "This way."
"This way" apparently meant bathroom. She and I stripped. I was so ready for action right now it hurt, but she kept me from groping her and explained Quinn's rules.
You see, "cleaned up" meant enema. Holy shit.
But after I got over the initial shock, I started to get real turned on by what it all meant. My ass wasn't quite virgin. I'd masturbated anally with my fingers a few times in those lonely high school years, and quite frankly, I rather liked it. Fucking Tessa's cunt was way better that fingering my own ass, but I could see why all those pornstars seemed to like taking it anally.
Plus I was drunk and horny, so Rational Thought was not present to argue with Libido. So Libido won by default and I let Tessa "clean" me out. It didn't take too long. When it was over, she pushed me out of the bathroom to do herself in private.
Well if Tessa was getting cleaned out, I was sure to get an opportunity to fuck her ass too. Man, what I wouldn't give to do that. I'd fantasized about doing her ass since we first had sex, but I never built up the courage to ask her to try it with me. If I'd known about this, I would have asked sooner.
Quinn was the first to the bedroom, completely naked, her radiant hair showering over her shoulders, her heavy breasts high, nipples taut with excitement. She held a long black strip of cloth before her.
"Ready to play?" she asked, her voice so unbelievably erotic. But I was starting to get a little nervous. She was going to blindfold me? This was getting kind of strange and a little more extreme than I was ready for.
But, again, drunk and horny.
I didn't protest as she wrapped the band of cloth around my head. I stumbled a bit, unused to the lack of senses, but she helped right me. Her hands explored me, never touching my cock, but playing over my body, my chest, my ass cheeks. She kissed me, rough and passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth and guiding me around.
I heard Tessa come up behind me and soon I was pressed between the two of them, helpless and blindfolded as they each explore my body.
Quinn continued to kiss me, continued to play with my body and my senses. I couldn't help but feel powerless with the blindfold on. Tessa explored lower half, her mouth and hands caressing over my back, my buttocks, and my legs. I felt her slip something around my ankles and I had some inkling as to what was about to happen.
But I let it happen. I didn't fight. I let her put those cuffs around my ankles, and around my wrists. I let Quinn clip my wrists together and let her pull them forward. They guided me onto the bed, flat on my stomach, my legs and ass over the side. Quinn pulled my arms forward and bound then to something. Behind me, Tessa widened my legs and tied one and then the other to cords attached to the bed posts.
I was breathing heavily. My cock was so unbelievably hard. My heart raced as my own powerlessness sunk in. I couldn't see, could only feel and hear as these two women manipulated my body into position and finally tightened the restraints. I could hardly move, could hardly even squirm.
I heard movement. The opening of drawers, of rummaging, and of something being taken out. Tessa crawled onto the bed, the heat of her body splayed against my back, straddling me. I could tell it was her by the little grunts of effort she made. I could feel her breasts sag against my back and brush across as she maneuvered something around my head.
It was a ball gag.
"Play nicely," Quinn said from in front of me.
I opened my mouth and Tessa fit the gag in. It was a lot to take in, and as soon as it was set, Tessa tightened the straps behind my neck.
"Should we let him have a look?" Quinn asked, confident and powerful.
"Please let him watch," Tessa said, weak and submissive.
"Yes, I think I'll let him watch."
Tessa pushed my blindfold up and I could see again. I had to raise my neck back to look at anything but the blue satin covers, which strained my neck, but I needed to know what I was in for.
Even though, deep down, I already knew what was going to happen. I knew it and I was just letting it happen. Without protest.. Damn, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Quinn stood before me, hands on her hips, with a black strap-on dildo protruding up out of her crotch. It didn't look particularly large. Just normal size . . . if you didn't take into account that it had to fit up my ass. Then it looked fucking huge.
Tessa crawled off the bed and I noticed she had those same bondage cuffs around her wrists. As she crawled into view, I saw Tessa wore her own blindfold. Quinn guided her off the bed, turned her around and clipped Tessa's arms together behind her back. She looked so weak next to Quinn, blindfolded, her arms bound.
Quinn pulled Tessa close, the strap-on riding up her ass cheeks and ending up between the two girls. Quinn groped Tessa roughly, kneading her breasts, fingering her clit, and kissing and biting her neck.
And Tessa just let it all happen. She breathed heavily, her chest heavily, clearly getting excited my all of this. And I'd worried that Tessa would think I was weird. Holy fucking shit.
Quinn turned her lesbian plaything around and forced her to kneel. She grabbed a fistful of Tessa's blond locks and guided her mouth to the strap-on. "Make sure you do a good job. You don't want me to hurt your friend.."
Tessa opened her mouth and took the strap-on down her throat, slowly at first, taking it one inch at a time until the whole thing was in and her lips were around the rod's base. Then she started to bob on it and Quinn began rocking her hips, pulling it out then forcing it back in, faster and faster. Saliva dribbled out of Tessa's mouth as she tried to keep her throat open for the black invader.
Tessa came back for air and Quinn gave her only a few moments' reprieve before ramming her head back down onto the strap-on. Quinn's thrusts became faster and more forceful. She was fucking Tessa's mouth now, fucking her full strokes at a time, from tip to base, and Tessa was taking it. But as much as Quinn abused her plaything's mouth, Tessa didn't once gag, and I had a feeling this episode had played out many many times before.
Quinn seemed to get excited when she thrust it all the way into Tessa's mouth and hit the back of her throat. I wondered if the strap-on had an attachment on the other side or perhaps some sort of nub that was stimulating Quinn's clitoris. Whatever it was, Quinn found the ravaging of Tessa's mouth a pleasurable experience.
Finally, she pulled Tessa off the strap-on. The fake cock popped out of Tessa's mouth wetly and she gasped and panted for air.
"Good. You did very well."
"Thank you . . ." Tessa said, still bound and blindfolded, still on her knees, saliva dribbling off her chin.
Quinn looked at me and smiled wickedly. She yanked Tessa to her feet, causing the girl to squeal in momentary pain. "You still have more work to do."
Quinn guided Tessa around behind the bed. Behind me. Quinn leaned over me and put my blindfold back in place. It didn't really matter. I knew what was going to happen.
I heard a metallic click and suspected that Quinn had unbound Tessa's arms. "Well, go to work. Get him ready."
"Yes, Quinn."
I felt Tessa's delicate hands on my buttocks, feeling around clumsily. She still had the blindfold on. But even without her eyes, she found what she was looking for. Fingers brushed against my ass and she bent in and began to lick.
The sensation startled me at first. Her tongue lapped at my ass, sometimes rimming around it, sometimes licking up across it, always exciting me. She lathered the entrance, sometimes probing my crinkled hole with the tip of her tongue before returning to her rimming.
Her hands gripped my ass cheeks and, with her thumbs on either side of my asshole, she spread me even more. I felt her entire face buried in my ass, felt her panting excitedly, her hot breath on my hole. I felt her skilled tongue teasing and loosening me for the onslaught that was still to come.
Finally, she pushed her tongue into my ass, stimulating me in strange and wondrous ways. Tessa was slow, gentle. She pushed it in a little bit at first, then a little more, bit by bit opening me up.
I felt her jaw open wide and press up flush with my ass as she tried to push her tongue deeper into me, thrusting in slow, deliberate motions. She fucked my ass with her tongue and it felt wonderful. My cock grew even harder as she worked me over.
Finally, she pulled away and I felt empty for a moment, but then something else pressed in; she slid one of her slim delicate fingers into my ass. It felt slick and greasy. She must have used some sort of lubricant, which was a good thing. I'd never been fucked in the ass before and didn't think I could take what Quinn was ready to dish out without some lube.
Tessa stroke the finger in and out of me, the tip exploring the inside of my ass. She twisted it around with each thrust, slowly picking up speed. She kept going like that for minutes, just stroking my ass with her finger. Finally, I felt her back off, then insert two fingers into me with hardly any loss in rhythm. My ass stretched to accommodate the new invasion and I could feel myself loosening up.
It hurt a few times, but mostly it felt really good. My cock felt like it was going to explode.
Tessa sensed my ass loosening and began to twist her two fingers as she pushed in, stretching my ass in different directions and stimulating me in strange ways with each new thrust. I really felt like I needed to cum, but Tessa made no move to touch my cock and I had that damned ball gag in my mouth.
"Alright. I think that will be enough," Quinn said, her voice oozing power and control.
"Yes, Quinn."
"Remove his gag."
Tessa fumbled across my body, obviously still blindfolded, found the back of my head and loosened the ball gag's strap. She popped it out and I closed my mouth and flexed my jaw around. The muscles in the sides of my mouth hurt a bit from the unnatural and prolonged position they'd been forced into.
"I'm giving you one last opportunity to run away like a coward," Quinn said. "Normally I wouldn't, but Tessa actually seems to care about you, so I'm giving you this one last chance to leave. Speak up now."
Tessa leaned in, her body draped on top and to the side of mine. "Please don't," she whispered into my ear. "Please stay."
I was speechless and horny and I felt so powerless at that moment. I didn't say anything.
Quinn pried open my ass with her hands, thumbs on either side of my asshole. The strap-on's head pressed against my ass and I concentrated on staying loose, just accepting the invader.
But I couldn't. I was too nervous. Even with all the wonderfully erotic stimulation Tessa had done to me, I still wasn't ready for this. I tensed and tightened up and the two girls noticed it.
"Please relax," Tessa whispered into my ear, hear hands sensuously caressing my body. "Just relax and accept it. Don't worry. She'll go slow."
Hearing those reassuring words from Tessa finally made me calm down. I loosened up and Quinn took that as her signal to begin. She pried me open and the tip of her fake cock pushed into me. With the lubrication and the work Tessa had done loosening me, it popped in quite easily.
It felt so incredibly big, way larger than Tessa's delicate fingers had. And this was just the tip. I grunted as Quinn fed me more of her strap-on. She rocked in and out a little at a time, just a new fraction of an inch with each slow, deliberate thrust.
Slowly, I opened up as Quinn filled me. It felt good, even though a few times it hurt. But Quinn seemed to sense immediately when I was in pain, and she would back off. But only for a moment, giving me a little extra time before she renewed her invasion. Inch by inch, she sunk the fake cock into my ass.
Somehow, I knew Quinn had done this before, perhaps many times before. Taking an anal virgin. Male. Female. Who knew if it even mattered to her? But she knew how to do this, knew how to pace herself and restrain her own urges so that her victim didn't feel undue pain.
She was so in control. Of herself. And of the person she was fucking.
Finally, I felt her waist pressed up against my ass. She was all the way in. Her hands gripped the sides of my waist and she began stroking me, slowly at first, taking it all the way out until just the tip was left in, then pushing it slowly back into me until it filled me. Her motions were patient, calculated, and she increase her speed only a little at the time.
It was beginning to feel really good now. Tessa continued to sensuously massage me with her hands as Quinn fucked my ass, now picking up speed. I could hear Quinn grunting as she reamed my ass and knew that she was getting off on this too.
Tessa leaned in and we shared a kiss as Quinn started to fuck my ass hard and fast, drilling into me all the way with each thrust, slapping against my ass with her waist, then pull all the way out again for another punishing thrust. She kept that up, drilling me, owning me, breeding me. Fucking me as if my ass was a cunt and she was some stud.
It felt incredible, so erotic. The tension. The sense of powerlessness, of submission combined with the fullness in my ass and Quinn's confident technique. But it was not enough to get me off. As much as she fucked my ass, I couldn't get off on just this. I needed someone to touch my cock.
Quinn started thrusting into me even faster and harder than before, and I knew she was ready to cum. She gasped and grunted and shook as she lodged the whole thing in me to the hilt. Then she just left it there, left me there with the fake cock impaling my ass, just waiting as she took deep breaths as she came down from her climax.
Quinn pulled out entirely and Tessa got off of me. The restraints on my legs were unclipped from the bed posts and I found myself rolled onto my back. I still couldn't do anything with my arms, but at least I could move around a little now.
"Tessa, I think he needs to cum. Why don't you do something about that?"
Tessa straddle me, sixty-nine style, and pressed herself against me. Her mouth and hands found my cock and I almost exploded just from that. She opened her throat to me and swallowed me in one go, then began bobbing up and down on my cock.

I felt something press against my ass and knew that Quinn was already prepped for round two. She pressed in, far more insistently this time, and forced her way in. Between Tessa's mouth and the cock fucking in and out of my ass, I didn't last long.
My head spun and I saw lights against my closed eyelids. I grunted through clenched teeth as I exploded into Tessa's mouth. She stayed there, coming up so that only the tip was in her mouth, but she took all that I gave her, swallowing and savoring every drop.
But the girls weren't done with me. As soon as I stopped cumming and she'd swallowed the last drop, Tessa once again began to deep-thoat my cock. And Quinn continued her assault on my abused and loose ass. With the two of them going at it like that, it didn't take me long to regain my erection. In fact, I'd hardly even lost it. Rather, I just went semi-soft for a few minutes before the dual sense of penetration and being penetrated called my dick to attention once more.
Tessa let my cock plop out of her mouth. She stroked it with her hand as Quinn fucked my ass. "Please, Quinn," she asked weakly, practically begging, and I realized that she hadn't cum yet. Only Quinn and I had.
"Alright. You've earned it," Quinn said, and promptly pulled out of my ass. "Why don't you let your friend see this?"
"Yes . . . thank you," Tessa said. Turning around on top of me, she reached out, fumbled about slightly, and found my blindfold. Tessa pulled it off my head and I could see her once again, her glorious pale flesh pressed on top of mine, her eyes still blindfolded. She had a strange, guilty smile on her face as she lowered herself onto my cock.
Damn, that felt good. She was so incredibly hot and tight, and she squealed a bit as I fully penetrated her.
Quinn yanked her head back by a fistful of hair and forced her tongue down Tessa's throat. They shared a passionate kiss as Quinn groped one of her breasts, roughly teasing the nipple.
Their kiss broke. "Please . . . give it to me . .. ." Tessa asked.
"Alright, darling. I will," Quinn replied, then shoved Tessa down on top of me so that we were face to face.
"Thank you . . ." Tessa muttered.
Unlike with me, Quinn didn't give it to Tessa gently. She didn't tease Tessa's ass open or lick it or finger it. Instead, she only applied a fresh coat of lubricate to her fake cock before guiding its head to Tessa's waiting ass.
Quinn pushed in, forcing the cockhead into Tessa's ass roughly and Tessa screamed in pain and pleasure. Quinn fed her more, and I could feel the fake cock entering Tessa, Quinn's rod and my own separate by only a thin membrane. In little time, Quinn had finished the initial penetration of Tessa's tortured ass.
Tessa squealed and thrashed the whole time, but Quinn held her firmly down. I didn't know what to make of any of this, but for some reason, it only made me that much more excited.
Quinn began stroking Tessa's ass, withdrawing the cock to its tip and then forcing it back in deep and hard. But, despite Tessa's pained reaction to the anal onslaught, she'd evidently done this many times before, and her ass loosened up quickly.
Quinn drilled her mercilessly, grinding and thrusting in fast brutal strokes. And Tessa just took it, whimpering and grunting as Quinn savaged her ass. The two rocked on top of me and I tried to pick up the rhythm, but Quinn was moving so fast, ripping Tessa so hard that I couldn't keep up.
All of us were fast approaching orgasm in this strange sharing of pain, pleasure, and power. Tessa was the first to go, the dual stimulation of her cunt and ass clearly too much for her, and she bucked and thrashed against the two of us until she dropped down from her orgasm, a limp sweaty body reduced to a mere recipient of our poundings.
And we really gave it to her, thrusting into her slim tight body with perverse abandon. Tessa lay on top of me, head lolled against my chest, mouth open and panting, her body bucking in sync with Quinn's harsh thrusts. But then, Tessa began to grow excited again, and I realized she hadn't come down completely from her orgasm, and her sexy squeaks and squeals of pain and pleasure began to escalate in volume. Finally, she let out another scream, her body convulsing in rapturous joy.
Her whole body seemed to clutch and spasm around my cock, and I couldn't hold back any more. I came within her sweet pulsing cunt, and Quinn followed up with her own orgasm. She'd managed to maintain a truly impressive pace throughout the entire ordeal, but even she seemed to have tired by this point. With a grunt and a shudder, she too climaxed and collapsed on top of Tessa, and I felt the weight of both of them pressing me down into the bed.
"Ahh . . . that was good," Quinn said, glowing in post-coital bliss. She gave Tessa's stretched ass a few last thrusts, then pushed off the bed and pulled out of Tessa. She unclipped the strap-on and eased it loose of her sopping cunt. I was shocked to see how fucking huge the other end was. It was twice as thick and half-again as long as the end she'd fucked me with. And she'd had that monster inside her the whole time? Damn, this woman was hardcore.
Tessa untied my hands, and with my returned freedom I pushed off her blindfold. She looked at me, ashamed, embarrassed, perhaps afraid of what I was going to say or maybe afraid of what I was thinking. But she looked so damned cute I couldn't care less, and I kissed her. Passionately.
I cuddled up with Tessa and went to sleep. Where Quinn went, I don't know. But, to be honest, I didn't care.
But, man, was I going to be sore in the morning.
* * *
And I was sore. Really sore, but it was bearable.
Just suck it up, right? Yeah, right.
I kind of lurched and shuffled myself onto the bed's edge, trying to find a position where my entire rectum didn't protest with little spasms of pain. Quinn had really put me through my paces the night before, though it was nothing compared to what Tessa had gone through.
And thinking of which . . . Tessa wasn't around. Neither was Quinn, though I thought I could hear a distant conversation taking place.
Man, what the hell had happened last night?!? What the hell had I been thinking?!? The full weight of all that had transpired seemed to slam into my consciousness all at once, and not only what I had done, but what had been done to Tessa! I think out of everything, her behavior freaked me out more than anything.
But, this being morning, I had to keep my priorities straight. I eased myself off the bed, scrounged up some clothes, and made my way to the bathroom. After completing my morning evacuation, my stomach rose to Priority One.
Time to get something to eat.
I stepped out into the hall, still walking a little funny, and made my way to the kitchen. The hugeness of this apartment again struck me. Just what did two college girls need with all this space?
I stepped into the kitchen. The room was expensively tiled and just oozed class in a way that made its occupants seem a bit odd. Tessa and Quinn were both having breakfast, both sitting on stools next to the counter top. They turned and looked at me as I entered.
I groggily rubbed at my eyes in response. I hate mornings.
When I'd finished grinding some of the sleep out of my eyes, I took another half-lidded look at the two young ladies before me. They looked so . . . so completely normal. It was freaky. I mean, really really weird. They just looked so normal, just two college girls having breakfast in their pajamas.
I don't really know what I'd expected, come to think of it. Tessa on a lease eating out of a bowl? I don't know. Maybe some weird shit like that. But this was just too normal. They were just chatting and smiling and eating their Cheerios like normal people, like normal college sexually-non-deviant girls. Hell, Quinn's jammies were pastel blue and had bunny rabbits on them.
Frickin' bunny rabbits!
Upon seeing me, Quinn leaned over to Tessa and whispered something, which I assume was a joke, because Tessa giggled in that cute, shy way she always did.
Uh huh. Right.
I lurched over to a half-open cupboard and found myself staring at several cereal choices. I selected Frosted Flakes (the only brand with enough sugar for my needs), poured it, and joined them at the counter.
I made sure Tessa was between me and that flame-haired siren. The two of them giggled girlishly as I added milk to my cereal.
Right. Whatever. Joke's on me, I guess.
Quinn finished her breakfast first, just after I arrived. The two girls shared a short delicate kiss, and Quinn was off to get dressed. Quinn had a busy day ahead of her. Places to go. People to abuse, you know?
I was glad to see her leave.
After Quinn left, Tessa wanted to talk to me, but I was really in no condition to respond, so I made excuses. "Oh, I'm tired. I'm hung over. I think I'm going to puke. Could you go find a bucket for me?" You know, the usual drill.
Tessa took the hint and let me finish from Frosted Flakes in peace. Actually, it would have probably been better to talk to her. At least then I wouldn't have been alone with my thoughts.
Damn, that woman freaked me out. The way she'd controlled me and Tessa and had manipulated and overpowered us with no threats, no violence, just words and looks and suggestions and a little alcohol to loosen up those inhibitions . . . and I'd played along with it. All the way through.
Just what kind of spineless jellyfish was I?
Self, don't answer that.
I said my goodbyes and tried to be the "Tessa's Boyfriend" that I'd been one night before . . . and I guess I made a good show of it, but not good enough. I don't think I fooled either of us. The night had been too weird and we'd both enjoyed it too much.
I needed to think. And then maybe drink. And perhaps think some more after that.
What remained of the weekend passed quickly. Tests to study for. Homework to do. You know how it is. I kept myself immersed in normality: the regular stuff that any college student had to go through.
Monday came and I saw Tessa again. She looked just like I remembered her: that sweet angelic face, those brainy glasses, and that cute athletic body. She got a few words in before the professor called the class to attention and then started his lecture on multi-axis integration. Ehhh . . .
I met Tessa up at the Food Court like usual. She had a McDonald's salad. I'd grabbed a pizza and a cup of way-too-pricy coffee. We talked a bit about nothing, about pointless subjects like oh, how was your weekend? and what do you think will be on this test? and other such dribble.
I guess I got fed up with it, and the words just kind of came out.
"So . . .." I began, my tone changing, almost becoming accusatory. "You like it rough, huh?"
Tessa blushed something fierce. Her pale cheeks turned hotly crimson and she looked like she wanted to just shrivel up and vanish there on the spot. She didn't make eye contact, and instead just stared at a point into the wall across the table.
"I have to say, that was quite the surprise," I said, mockingly cheerful.
Tessa just blushed some more and I became worried she was going to start crying, but something inside just egged me on. I wanted answers. I wanted someone to tell me just what was going on.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" I asked.
Tessa shook her head. Well, at least that was better than nothing, I guess.
"Come on, Tessa. Don't get all shy all of a sudden. You certainly weren't shy back then," I said. "Come on. Tell me what's going on. Does that happen often? Does she abuse you like that on a regular basis?"
"It's not what you think," she said, quiet, weak, shameful.
"Then explain it to me. Come on. I can take it. Really, I promise.. Trust me, it's pretty hard to shock me at this point."
"I . . . I love her."
Oh fuck!
"Uhh . . . you . . . I mean . . . but then what the hell am I?!?" The words just sputtered out of me without thought and I had to think fast to turn that around. "I mean . . . wait, that's not the point. Tessa, she hurt you, right? And she does that often, right?"
"She does it often . . ." Tessa admitted quietly. She looked over her shoulders, making sure that our conversation hadn't attracted undue attention.
"And you just let it happen? You just let her treat you like that? Like some piece of meat?"
"But I love her!" Tessa exclaimed, suddenly looking at me, looking me straight in the eyes, her eyes suddenly tearful and ashamed and frightened.
But frightened of what? Of my rejection? If she loved Quinn, why the hell would that matter?
"Quinn has a real strange way of returning that love."
Tessa shook her head. Her hand reached out and gripped my arm, as if for emphasis. "No, she loves me too. She really does!"
I looked Tessa in the eye, looked at her with a blank expression, and then I saw it. A tear rolled down her soft pale cheek, a sad tear of genuine emotion and honestly. Whatever the truth might have been, Tessa believed in this as reality.
I closed my eyes and nodded. "Okay. I'll accept that for now." Fuck. My girlfriend was in love with her dominatrix roommate. How much more fucked up could the World get?
Don't answer that, World.
"She's been through a lot," Tessa said, and began to pour out her heart. She talked about how they met, how they'd become friends, and how they eventually became lovers . . . and then something else.
It was a sad story that, I am ashamed to admit, started to give me an erection at some points. For someone as rich and privileged as Quinn, she'd had one hell of a childhood. Tessa didn't give me much to go on, but I could figure out that something truly traumatic had happened to Quinn just before the two of them met.
Something had warped Quinn from your average spoiled rich girl into . . . this. I tried to get some details out of her, but Tessa kept making excuses. That part was for Quinn to share, and no one else. Yeah, like I'd ask her about her past. Uh huh. Sure. You can continue your story, Tessa.
The two had made quite a pair: Tessa from humble beginnings and Quinn from a life full of social gluttony. But there was synergy between them, and Tessa knew Quinn needed help, that this glamorous girl from high society carried deep psychological scars within her and that someone had to help in their healing.
And Tessa had volunteer, had been there for Quinn, had been the first human being to hear the painful story and had wept at her side with her as each horrific detail was revealed. And the two had grown even closer, now joined by this intimate sharing of Quinn's scarred soul.
And they had become lovers, at first soft and intimate, two timid girls exploring each other, their feelings and their bodies.
"When?" I asked, my first question in some time.
"Three years ago."
God damn. Three years. That made Tessa, what? Sixteen when she and Quinn started going at it? God damn it! How the hell was I supposed to compete with that?!?
Tessa kept reiterating that she was in love with Quinn and that Quinn shared the feeling . . . she just showed it differently than most people. Uhh .. . . yeah. You could say that again.
At first, they were intimate loving partners, unsure in themselves, careful with each other. But Quinn started to change. They weren't equals, not in the least. Quinn had the money and the power and she was smart, borderline brilliant. Quinn made Tessa and me look like idiots. She was getting a degree in medicine at one hell of an accelerated rate . . . probably because she wanted something semi-challenging.
And oh, how I could see that one playing out. "Oh, not to worry, stud. A colonoscopy is quite normal procedure now for the common cold. Just lie down and you won't feel a thing. What? You mean this? Oh, well, I have to strap it on to keep my hands free. Yes, it is going up your ass. Oh, don't be such a baby about it."
I shuddered as Tessa continued.
The differences between the two girls became more apparent as time went on, and Quinn became more aggressive, her powerful will easily dominating her young, unsure partner. And that domineering, over time, had evolved into what I had witnessed that night with them.
"And you just let it happen," I said, perhaps a little too contemptuously.
Tessa shook her head. "No . . . I don't think so. I . . . I like it when . . ."
But she couldn't say it. She couldn't put her feelings into words.
But I could. "You like it when Quinn treats you like a sex toy," I said.
"No!" she protested. "No, it's not like that at all!"
All I could do was shake my head. I just couldn't understand why Tessa put up with treatment like that. It was time to head to my next class, so I said a few words to try to smooth things over, though I didn't do a real good job of it. Tessa agreed noncommittally and we parted.
And that was pretty much that for the rest of the week. We avoided the subject of Quinn. Well, I avoided it, and I ignored Tessa's attempts to start talking about it. Fortunately, as the weekend approached, things started to look up. Quinn was heading out for the weekend and it'd just be Tessa in the apartment the whole weekend.
Mmmm, that I could deal with. No strap-ons. No blindfolds. No weird bondage play. Just good clean male-on-female sex the way nature intended . . . err, except with contraception. So, I guess, close to the way nature intended. Well, at least we'd get the right rods stuffed in the right holes. And if Tessa was in the mood for a little anal play, well, I'd be more than happy to oblige her.
Tessa used a study session as her excuse to ask me over. Even as intimate as we'd become, she was still shy about asking me over for sex. Well, I didn't mind. I could play along just fine . . . as long as I got some in the end.
I showed up at the apartment early (I'm compulsive like that) and waited out the last ten minutes in my car (a.k.a the Hand-Me-Down-Junker). At exactly the appointed minute, I rang the doorbell.
For some reason, I was really nervous. I don't know why. Maybe I expected Quinn to open the door and then drag me in and . . . well, whatever. I was nervous. At least I'd remembered to bring my books and notes. I'd be pretty stupid of me not to at least play along a little.
Tessa answered the door, looking all innocent and giving me a tender smile that made me melt inside and I found myself smiling back at her. Hell, it wasn't exactly a fight, but I suppose this could be considered make-up sex.
Tessa wore this tight cream turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans. It was a bit warm for long-sleeves, but she still looked incredibly sexy.. Her silken blonde hair was clipped in a cute ponytail.
We made a show of studying, flopping down on the great room's floor and spreading out our notes and books and quizzing each other on this and that. Well, I guess I made a show of studying. Tessa probably got something out of it, but it was still for show. I know that as a fact because of what happened next.
Without any sort of preamble or warning, Tessa took off her glasses. At first, I thought she was experiencing eyestrain. But she just set the glasses on the coffee table, crossed her arms, and lifted her turtleneck completely off.
She hugged her arms underneath her naked breasts. Around her wrists were those bondage cuffs Quinn had used on the both of us. Her nipples were rock hard with anticipation.
Oh boy. I didn't know what to think. She somehow managed to look shy and sleazy at the same time. She didn't look at me, just took her breasts into her hands and massaged them and sighed.
Her eyes found mine and I saw sultry desire and shame and skittishness and fear all rolled into one incredibly sexy look. Wordlessly, she turned away from me and walked down the hall towards the bedroom.
Damn! I just sat there, stunned for a second, then my Libido finally took control and said get moving, you idiot! And I did. I bolted up off the floor and hurried towards the bedroom, casting off articles of clothing as I went.
I entered the room, fully naked and fully erect.
Tessa was standing there, naked except for bondage straps on her wrists and ankles. She had a long strip of black cloth in her hand that she clutched at shyly, as if just holding the blindfold was an act of perversion repulsive to me.
I couldn't help myself. I felt this incredible urge to make her happy, to grant her wishes no matter how twisted, and I walked up to her and lifted her chin with my fingers. Our eyes met and I let her know, without words, that it was okay. That I was willing to accept her the way she was.
I took the blindfold from her hand and held it taut. She closed her eyes and lowered her head and I blinded her, making the knot tight enough to avoid slippage but not so tight that it'd be uncomfortable. No matter what Tessa really liked, there were some places I wouldn't follow her. If she liked restrained, fine. I could deal with that. But hurting her? No. There were some lines I wouldn't cross, couldn't cross.
I guided her to the bed, even though she seemed surprisingly sure of exactly where its edge was. Naturally, she'd done this many times before.
She leaned back on the bed, stretching sensuously, her pale perfect flesh so tempting, so erotic. I touched her with just my fingertips, tracing underneath a breast, across her firm stomach, and then massaged the inside of a thigh. I waited, then touched her again at random, her breasts, thighs, face and neck and lips. She shivered, excited by not knowing where my fingers would explore her. I left her womanhood alone, though I could not help but notice it flush in anticipation.
"Please don't tease me . . ." she said, her voice weak, distant, submissive.
"But you like to be teased," I said, my breath hot against one of her nipples. I licked across it with my tongue and she sighed.
"Please . . ."
"Please what? What do you want me to do?"
Her cheeks flushed with shame, but I knew she would ask for it.. She was loving this. Every moment of it.
"You have to tell me," I said, leaning forward and teasing a nipple with teeth and tongue. "I'm not as smart as Quinn, you see. I forget things real easily."
Tessa squirmed under my teasing. I thought I knew what she was going to ask for. But, again, I was wrong.
She seemed to steel herself, to gather courage from somewhere, and her words were strangely firm and strong for such a delicate girl. "Please . . . do me the way Quinn does," she began. "Please do my . . . my ass . . ."
Whoa . . . Holy shit.
"It's clean," she said, alleviating a concern that, honestly, hadn't come to mind until she'd voiced it. Damn. She'd planned this from the beginning!
What a girl.
Well, to a request like that, it's damned hard to say no.
Tessa rolled over onto her stomach, legs and hips over the side of the bed. She placed her arms behind her back, and I could tell what she wanted. I found the metal clips on her wrist cuffs and locked them together, further restraining her. Tessa started to become even more excited, her breaths coming shorter, almost gasping.
"You like being restrained, don't you," I said, tracing her exquisite shape with my hands, running them down from the sides of her breasts to the sides of her hips.
"Yes . . ." she muttered into the blue satin sheets.
"I bet you let guys do this to you all the time," I said, wondering what her answer might be. I leaned down behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide with my hands.
Tessa sighed in anticipation as I spread her with my thumbs. "No . . ." she said, softly, almost like a cry. "No . .. . no other guys . . . you're the first . . . only Quinn has . . ." and she let the thought trail off, but I'd heard enough. Damn! She'd never let another guy do this to her? Wow.
And then I thought. So, what am I going to use for lube? I asked Tessa about this.
"On the night stand . . ."
I leaned over, still on my knees, and grabbed the jar. It said SuperSlide and had a guy and gal on the label engaged in sex, their privates skillfully covered with letters and disclaimers. I unscrewed the top and scooped up a small dollop with my forefinger. It felt like petroleum jelly.
I placed my forefinger against Tessa sphincter, which made her twitch, and circled it around gently on the surface, but also pressed in, slowly, insistently. Her ass gave and the tip of my finger entered her. She moaned and shuddered as my finger slipped in deeper.
"You really like it in the ass."
"Yes . . ." was all she could manage between her excited panting.
Her ass was incredibly tight and hot and smooth, so different from the sopping, textured warmth of her pussy. I pushed my finger all the way in, squirming it around a bit to loosen her up.
I slid my finger out to the tip, then pushed it all the way back in. "Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No . . . it feels good . . ."
I kept that up for a while, just loosening her up with one finger, slowly, agonizingly slowly. I could tell by the way she squirmed about, the way she seemed to come back at my finger, that she wanted more, needed more.
But I was enjoying myself. There was this strange sense of power that I'd never felt with sex before, this sense that I could do anything to her and that she'd let me and that we'd both enjoy it.
I don't know if it was wrong of me to like that, but I think I understood Quinn a little better at that moment. This sort of power, this total sense of submission in my partner, it was . . . intoxicating . . . I couldn't describe it any other way.
"Please . . ." she begged, sadly, wanting and craving more. "Don't tease me anymore . . . please do me . . ."
"Of course," I said, pausing only for a moment to scoop out a little fresh lube, and then I slid two fingers into her ass. Her sphincter resisted for a moment, but then I was in, fucking her ass in slow, deliberate strokes of my two fingers. Tessa's hands and fingers clenched and flexed and her arms struggled a bit against her restraints as I picked up the pace.
"I need more . . ." she said, and her voice was a strange cross between a sob and a shudder of joy. "Please . . . no more teasing . . ."
I pulled my fingers out all the way. "Alright. I'll give you what you want," I said, positioning myself behind her. To be honest, I really needed to fuck her now. My cock was rock hard and the tip dripped with precum. I pressed my cockhead against her ass and pressed in.
Tessa's ass offered some initial resistance, but then the tip was in and I fed her the rest of my cock up her ass, pushing in, pressing down with my bodyweight. My fingers had done a good job of loosening her up, and the initial penetration went smoothly as she adjusted to the size of my cock. I was about halfway in, and I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her into me, letting my cock sink deeper into her.
Tessa hissed through clenched teeth, but I hardly heard her. Her ass felt so incredible, so hot and smooth and tight, and I had to concentrate to keep from loosing it at that moment. What an embarrassing display that would have been? But I got through the moment and soon my hips were pressed tightly against her ass cheeks, my cock fully within her tight ass.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"Good . . . so very good . . . please fuck me . . . fuck my ass."
"Slow and nice?" I inquired. "Or hard and fast?" Not that I really needed to ask.
Her face turned back towards me, still blindfolded, turned over her shoulder. Even without her eyes, I could see this wanton lust on her face and her answer was clear. "Hard and fast!" she shouted, not a demand, but an urgent begging request.
I couldn't help but smile. What a girl.
I pulled out, leaving just the tip still in, then forced my way back down into her tight rectum. I stroked her, faster and faster, giving her exactly what she wanted, and soon I was pounding against her ass in fast strokes that left me sweating. Her ass was incredibly tight, but soon it gave way to my drilling, never truly losing its tightness, but letting me fuck her ass, really fuck it like a cunt!
And she loved it! She reveled in it! The domination of her by another, she rejoiced in it, loved every thrust, every jolt of pain and joy, and her ass took everything I could give her.
I pounded her, fucked her hard and good and long, and she squealed and screamed and writhed under my hands. I leaned forward, my body on top of hers, hips thrusting in and out of her, and I played with her breasts as she took my cock up her ass again and again.
Her nipples were hard as diamonds and she grunted and squealed against the bed sheets as I continued my merciless assault on her ass. But for all the pleasure she gained from having her ass fucked, she wouldn't cum. She seemed to linger on the edge, excited, ready for release, but no matter how hard I stroked her, how roughly I played with her breasts, nothing pushed her over that edge into orgasm.
And soon, I couldn't take it any more, and I shot my load deep into her ass, shaking and spasming against her, unloading stream after stream of cum into her bowels. I dropped onto her back heavily, exhausted and sweaty but still excited in a way. Tessa panted and squirmed a bit underneath me. She needed more, deserved more.
My cock shriveled within her ass and I pulled it loose. Tessa began to move, her mouth opening in an expectant way. She wanted to work her oral magic on me, get me hard for another round and do it all over again, but I remained on top of her and didn't let her get up.
I leaned next to her ear and spoke softly. "I bet you and Quinn have quite the toy collection. Am I right? How about I use those on you while I get hard again?"
It was a question, and yet, it was not a request.
Tessa's breath was fast and heavy, her delicate chest rising and falling, and she tried to form the words from within her heightened state of arousal. "The . . . the nightstand . . . bottom drawer . . ."
I left Tessa on the bed and bent down next to the nightstand. I opened the bottom drawer and what the fuck? I'd expect, what, maybe some toys heavily concealed underneath magazines? I don't know. I certainly didn't expect the entire deep drawer to be filled from top to bottom with dildos, vibrators, anal beads, gags, collars, cuffs, and other gadgetry I couldn't identify.
But then, nothing about these two could really surprise me anymore.
I selected two dildos from the top, one deep blue with a mottling of bright orange, the other obnoxiously fluorescent pink. "Well, well, well," I said, stepping over to Tessa. "Quite the collection you two have there."
She just squirmed around, wanting, craving, but not getting.
"Turn over onto your back," I said, and Tessa did just that, passively, obediently. Damn, just looking at her, blindfolded and restrained and so obedient, just that made my cock twitch.
I knelt onto the bed next to Tessa and set the dildos down. Man, she looked like she really needed it, the way she squirmed about, wanting and lusting after more penetration. But then, I felt fresh and relieved, having just cum, and she hadn't.
I reached over and grabbed her legs, spinning her slowly on the bed so that her smooth thighs were to either side of me, then I pushed them back. Tessa folded back easily, as incredibly flexible as always, and soon only her shoulders and the back of her head were on the bed sheets, legs pressed back to either side of her head, cunt and ass high in the air and close to my face.
I provided some support, keeping the somewhat awkward position stable, but it had the intended result. She was so open, so incredibly erotically exposed, and I picked up the dildos with no small measure of anticipation.
Tessa breath quickened, panting excitedly, the blindfold preventing her from knowing what I was planning. I wondered how she'd respond to the sudden and unexpected penetration. Knowing her, she'd love it.
I pushed the mottled blue-and-orange dildo into her ass, pushing it down deep and hard in one quick thrust, and Tessa squealed in delight, almost crying in joy. I left it there and teased her sopping cunt with the tip of the pink dildo.
She sighed and squirmed and then, quickly, I slammed it into to her all the way. Tessa convulsed and gasped, not an orgasm, not yet, but so very close. I gripped the ends of the dildos with my hands and began to thrust them in and out of her tight ass and cunt.
I drew the dildos out to their tips, then slammed them back in, alternating between the two, then switching it up and stroking her ass and cunt in unison. It didn't seem to matter; she loved it either way, and her cries of joy and ecstasy only escalated.
She writhed and screamed and shuddered underneath my onslaught, and I could tell she was fast approaching her orgasm. I sped up, slamming the dildos in and out of her as fast as I could, the muscles in my wrists and arms becoming sore and cramped.
And she came, screaming and shaking and loving it. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and she convulsed and shuddered as she came down from what had to be one intense orgasm. I pulled the dildos loose and let her fall back into a more comfortable position.
She laid there, on the bed, panting and glowing and reveling in post-coital bliss. But even then, she seemed eager for more, and my cock had regained its hardness. Watching her writhe about in pleasure was one hell of a turn on.
I didn't let her recover completely. Instead, I grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her ass. This elevated it nicely and would let me stroke her ass from my kneeling position on the bed. I maneuvered into position, placing the backs of her knees on my shoulders, and pressed into her. She squealed a bit in pleasure as I penetrated her ass once again.
But that wasn't all I was going to do to her. I grabbed one of the dildos, the obnoxiously pink one, and pushed it into her dripping pussy. It slipped in without barely any resistance.
I started to build up a rhythm, stroking her ass with my cock, stroking her pussy with the dildo, and she loved it. Even now, so close after her climax, she seemed to become excited once again. That was one of the advantages women have over men. They didn't come down from their orgasms instantly. Men just go insta-floppy, but women can have orgasm after orgasm with the right stimulus.
Her ass and cunt had loosened up considerably, but the heat and tightness of her ass was still such an incredible level that one wanted to put my tool inside once again.