Freshman Fifteen Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 01

... sack, his cock giving a series of weak flexes within her as it shot its meager load into her depths. While Andrea screamed like a predator challenging a rival, Mikewhimpered as ecstasy washed over him.

Only two or three ropes of watery semen gushed from Mike's member before his orgasm reached its finale, the entire process taking only a handful of seconds - but the same couldn't be said for Andrea!Her climax still went strong, lasting more thantwice as long as her boyfriend's, her cunt geysering its feminine fluids - the last part of her thatcould be considered feminine - all over Mike's body. The hot, translucent liquid splashed across his pasty bird-chest, thin neck, and blushing-red features in an unabatederuption, the strength of her ejaculation splattering and misting everything in its path.

Mike fell back against the bed before Andrea's euphoric heights finished, weakened by the rapturous experience. When Andrea's orgasm slowed, she resumed grinding herself against her boyfriend's softening appendage, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible; by the time her pussy had calmed and her blasts of girl-cum diminished to a trickle, she wassatisfied. She was satisfied and Mike wasdrenched, as were the sheets around them, their blue-coloration darkened by the moisture seeping into the fabric - the way sex between the young loversusually ended!

Andrea bent down and gave Mike a long, impassioned kiss, tasting herprowess on his lips.

"Thanks for that, baby," ...

... she whispered into his mouth, stroking his sodden mess of blonde hair affectionately, "I needed that. You made me feel really damn good - especially when you called me astud!"

"Y-You're telling me!" He groaned with a chuckle, looking down at his feminine-fluid flooded form, "That was amazing Andrea - it always is. I love you."

"I love you too, Mike."

They kissed again.

"I-I think you shot a bigger load than I did!" Mike joked, despite the truth in his words, "You really are astud, Dre! You cum more than I do, you're stronger than I am, and now you have these sexy, powerful pecs."

He rubbed his fingers across them for emphasis.

"You're definitely a stud, there's no doubt about that anymore!"

Andrea's lips curled into a grin.

"You're right."

Heaving herself off of Mike and the bed, Andrea got back to her feet and stretched her arms like she would after a workout. Stepping back to the mirror, sheadmired her own body, ogling her own figure - or lack thereof - and all the tough muscles that made up her hardened physique. Her huge arms and legs. Her six-pack. Herpecs. Even her fat, still-throbbing clit made her look masculine, her dripping labia hidden beneath it. She was a stud, and she fuckingloved it!

Arousal reignited from her veneration of self, she began to flex, posing in front of the mirror. Lifting her arms, she curled her fists towards her bulging traps, forcing her biceps to pop out from under her tanned skin, pulsing veins creeping across ...