Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Beat-Off Buddies, Chapter 3

... sawing in and out again.

“He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me...” she grunted, in time with her stabbing hand. “Then he reached under me and grabbed my boobies...”

She grabbed one of her tits with her other hand and squeezed it, hard. I could see a tear forming in her eye; she was clearly getting off on the pain, or the memory, or the memory of the pain. My breathing was getting heavy, too, as imagined myself brutally fucking her pussy, and felt the cum boiling in my balls.

“He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me....” she continued, over and over, jamming her hips back onto her stabbing fingers and squeezing her poor tortured titty. Tears were now streaming out of both of her eyes. She started to growl deep in her throat and her entire body was vibrating. I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us.

Jane didn’t say another word. All she could do was grunt and sob as she brutally finger-fucked herself. My hands were a blur on my cock as I stared at her gyrating body, her glistening skin, her flushed face. Her grunts became a groan, then a moan, then a wail, and then she screamed! Her body shook like it was in an earthquake. That sent me over the edge, and I launched my second ejaculation of the evening across the dorm bed and onto the tile floor.

Jane collapsed to the bed. Her face was mashed into the mattress, her eyes and mouth puffy from her sobbing. Her arm was still behind her ass with her fingers deep in her pussy. She breathed in short, ragged gasps. I just stared at her until she finally disentangled herself and sat up. She gave me a sheepish little smile.

“That was a good story,” I said. “Thank you.”

She saw the puddle of jism on the floor. “I guess it was,” she said. “How about another beer?”

Donny and Jane will return in: Beat-Off Buddies 4: The Hand of Fate.