Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 1

Jane was sitting on her dorm room bed, naked, furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her perky breasts were jiggling on her chest, and her pussy was glistening with her moist juices. Her gaze was focused: she was staring across the room at my erect cock.

I was sitting on the other dorm bed, also naked, and stroking my stiff dick with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other. My eyes were glued to Jane's beautiful, slender body, and the longer I watched her, the stiffer and longer my cock grew in my grasp. I feasted my eyes on her as I pounded my pud, from her beautiful face to her long brown hair, to the way her breasts hung and swayed on her chest, to the milky skin of her thighs, the pink lips of her pussy, and the slight trace of brown pubic hair framing her juicy snatch.

She was watching me at the same time, watching how my hand rose and fell on my erect cock, how the glistening head popped up and down repeatedly from my fist, and how my balls flopped and swayed in time with my strokes.

I fantasized about how it would feel to touch her; the creamy softness of her breasts, the coolness of her thighs, the slick wetness of her pussy; I imagined feeling that hot moisture on my own finger, and better yet on my cock as I thrust it in and out of her soft wet cavern. At the same time, I felt my own stiffness, the throbbing and pulsing of my cock in time with the beating of my heart, and the tightness in my balls as I reached ever closer to my ...

... eventual climax.

I focused on the sounds; her breathing, sometimes in short rhythmic gasps, other times in deep moans; the sloshing of the moisture in her crotch, being stirred by her hot fingers; the squeaking of the two beds in time with our motions; the occasional gasps and moans in my own throat.

I sensed the smells of sensuality; the muskiness of her sex as her juices leaked out of her pussy and moistened her thighs and the mattress below her; the faint odor of sweat as we each got hotter and hornier and closer to climax; the palpable smell of naked flesh which filled the room.

I even brought the sense of taste into my consciousness: I imagined the taste of her mouth and tongue and breath if we should dare to kiss; I thought about the taste of her pussy: her lips, her stiff little nub of a clit. I fantasized about the tangy, salty flavor of her pussy juices, the rubbery taste of her nipples between my teeth, of the taste of semen on her breath during a post-blowjob kiss. Of course, these were all to remain fantasies.

As I watched her, she paused in the frantic flicking of her clit. Instead, she inserted her finger as deeply as it would go into her pussy, and began sawing it in and out, all the while increasing the volume of her moans. Then she inserted two fingers, and then three. Watching her fuck herself so deeply, I reversed my hand position on my cock, sliding my palm up over the head and back down again, thumb-first, making it feel even more pussy-like to my ...