The Adventures of Dennis: Brie's Orgasm, or Betrayal - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Dennis: Brie's Orgasm, or Betrayal

... her classroom, but she always stayed late. She was more driven than the other students. She stood there in a splattered smock in the center of the room, moving her brush back and forth. She wore her khaki shorts. When she bent forward to get a closer look at what she’d just painted, her shorts moved upward on her thighs. Even then, after I'd already had her for months, her thighs looked too good to be true. Brie didn't hear me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and she gasped and the paintbrush jerked off the canvas. "Oh God, Dennis," she said, laughing. "You scared me." I kissed her on the cheek. I looked at the painting. It was a lot of swirled shapes in vibrant colors; chiefly red, blue and green. Primary colors. “What’s your painting about?” I asked. Later that day, we fucked in her room. It was very dark and the shades were down. I was on top of her, doing my technique where I moved slowly and caressed her body up and down with each rhythm. While she lay there thinking how romantic this was, I would gradually speed up until we were having raw, visceral, panting, thwapping, bed-squeaking sex. We were getting towards that latter part. She was in a breathy mood this evening; her lips curled up showing her teeth, which were clenched as if she was angry. Then her teeth unclenched giving her a look of disbelief. She fastened her arm tighter around my neck so her elbow was hooked around my lymph nodes. Then she curled her lips over her teeth, which signaled that she had ...

... entered a new phase. She arrived at this last expression as my balls starting slapping against her and she craned her neck back and shut her eyes. She made a noise that was a fast paced version of the noise a woman makes when she’s beginning to laugh at the inappropriate joke you made. She had graduated from one institution and entered another one. I grunted long, guttural grunts. I heard the bed scrape against the floor. It was actually moving forward. I was fucking Brie, and her bed. I wonder if the bed liked it. It scraped again, louder, and further forward. She balled a chunk of my hair up in her hand and said, between broken breaths, “Dennis. Dennis. I’m coming.” She did a full body jerk to her right and the bed groaned against the floor again. It bumped against the wall. She decided to stop strangling me and grabbed at the edge of the mattress, missing her target the first time, then latching on to it. I pressed one hand down on her mattress and propped my body above hers like I was doing a one armed push-up. This allowed my groin to sort of flex so my cock could move about ten times faster. It was an idea I’d gotten at the gym while doing actual push-ups and I’d never tested it on any girl until now. Brie started yelping. It was a repeat yelp; not fast paced, but probably every ten seconds. I cupped one of her thighs in my hand and pushed it forward to give myself more room. I trembled from holding myself in this position. I felt like if I got an aneurysm from fucking ...