Sandra (Part 2)
Date: 7/7/2016,
Categories:
Anal
Hardcore
Masturbation
Author: rakithanudes, Source: xHamster
One Tuesday night during the week of mid-terms, my girlfriend, Rena, and I were taking advantage of my roommate being stuck in a long evening lab session to enjoy a nice, leisurely fuck. Rena was on her hands and knees on my bed, her head down in my pillow, while I moved in and out of her from behind in a slow doggy-style. I was getting close to coming, and had just started to pick up my pace, when someone knocked on my door. I froze for a moment, but Rena reached back for me and moaned into the pillow, "Tom, don't stop. Fuck me, baby." I held still for another moment, but then went back to paying attention to her pussy. Just as I started pushing my cock deeper into her again, the knock at the door came again, a little louder and faster this time. Through the door, I heard Sandra's voice, almost sobbing. "Tom," she half-cried, half-moaned, "are you in there? I really need to talk!" Even through the door, I could tell that something was wrong, and I pulled my cock out of Rena and turned toward the door. I started grabbing for my sweats and called out, "Yeah, Sandra, hang on just a sec!" Rena sat up and spun around on the bed, suddenly furious. "Who's Sandra?!?" she shouted. "Doesn't matter. Tell the bitch to go away!" I was a little shocked at how suddenly she had changed moods again, but as I pulled on my sweats and tucked my still-hard cock inside, she changed her tone yet again. "You know, it doesn't matter. You go to ...
... your little bitch if she's so important. I'm done!" And before I knew it, Rena had pulled on her pants and a sweatshirt, stormed to the door, and pushed past Sandra. I stood there in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair of sweat pants and a shocked expression, with my friend crying in my doorway, and pretty sure that I'd just lost my girlfriend. As the sound of Rena's footsteps faded down the hallway, I became aware again of Sandra's now somewhat subdued crying. I turned to her, still a little stunned by Rena's blow-up, and said, "Sandra, I'm sorry, I—" "No, I'm sorry, Tom," she cut me off. "I didn't know what I was interrupting." "Nah, it's okay," I lied, badly, "we were just studying." Then Sandra's crying turned to a half-laugh, half-giggle. She pointed at my still-persistent hard-on tenting my sweats and said, "Yeah, I can see that." That pretty much killed the hard-on, and my cock quickly deflated. "Okay," I said, "yeah, we were, um, busy. But it's okay. Come on in, what's wrong?" That snapped Sandra back to the reality that had brought her, crying, to my door in the first place. "Tom," she said as she walked in, "I'm screwed. I'm flunking two of my classes, and I blew my first three midterms this week, and if I can't get my grades up they're gonna kick me out and I have to go home!" I wasn't sure what to say beyond a trite "it'll be okay," so I just put a ...