Becky Needs a "Real" Man

Tori sighs deeply and as soon as the door is open a crack, Becky bursts through it like a whirlwind, gesticulating wildly and launching into a rant.

"Beta cucks, every single one of them!" she shouts, throwing her hands in the air. "All the boys on this campus are such liberal dweebs, I hate it!" She's so worked up, she doesn't even notice you standing there - giving you the chance to ogle her openly. She's got her bleached blonde hair tied up in a side-ponytail, wearing a white v-neck t-shirt showcasing a generous amount of delicious, pale cleavage. It's paired with cutoff jean shorts that let you admire her thick thighs. They're not particularly toned, but you can imagine how lovely they'd look jiggling as you pump her from behind. Shaking your head back to reality, you realize you haven't missed much as she's STILL going on.

"And can you believe he thinks I should be paying half the bill? He should count himself lucky to be on a date with me! I'm a catch, right?" Tori continues nodding her head with the blank expression of someone who's heard this diatribe before.

"So you're looking for an 'alpha male'?" you finally interrupt.

"Oh my god!" Becky shouts. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"I've literally been here the entire time you have," you deadpan, as Tori laughs behind her hand.
Just goes to show why you can't find the right guy even if he's right in front of you."

"You think you're the right guy?" she asks with a suspicious expression, crossing her arms. It pushes her cleavage together deliciously, perhaps intentionally.

"I know I am," you reply, crossing the room and moving towards her. "And that's what makes me the right one." Tori takes a step back towards the door, watching this unfold with rapt attention while re-locking her door. Becky's confident expression and body language falter slightly as you stand over her - almost a foot taller - and put your right hand on her left shoulder.

"You say you want someone who takes charge, right?" you say, letting your hand rub up and down her arm, feeling the soft skin run underneath your palm. "Sounds good to me..." With a swift push, you press down on both shoulders and push her down to her knees in front of you, speechless and wide-eyed.

Moving your grip from Becky's shoulders to her hair - tied up in a utilitarian bun - you hold her in place as you step back. "Open," you mutter in a low growl. She hesitates at first, shaking her head back and forth vigorously with a mix of disgust and shock painted across her face. "I said, open!!!" you bark loudly, pulling her hair with a sharp tug before watching her timidly part her lips. Cock fully hard now, you push forward and watch her lips stretching into a giant-O shape to accommodate you. Her eyes somehow get wider - at the size, at the taste, who knows? - and you lean your head back and moan loudly. "That's right, Becky. The man's taking charge now. And I bet you LOVE it."

Becky's initial reactions seem to indicate otherwise, as her head turns from side to side, clearly trying to break free and hoping you'd lose your grip. You suddenly flexed your arm and yanked her back in place "Hold on, it's just..." but before she could continue, your bulbous helmet pushed forth, stretching her lips, grazing gently across her teeth before it felt the warmth of her tongue press underneath it "Mm..MmMmmMMM!" mumbling with a bit of protest with her hands tapping at your thighs, forming little fists to punch your legs but to you they felt like gentle taps.

Feeling her resistance only spurred your body on further, grip tightening and hips pushing forward with more ****. Becky loudly gags as her hands vainly slap at my thighs, but it does nothing to slow your progress, steadily pushing more and more of your cock into her mouth. "That's it! More, more!" you grunt, pushing hard so that your tip bumps against the back of your throat. "MORE!" you groan again before pushing hard, feeling your cock slip past her weakened defenses and nestling comfortably in her throat. "Now for this, I'd gladly pay the whole bill and more. You should start more of your dates this way," you offer condescendingly.

Tori is briefly content to watch all this occur with a smile on her face, but soon can't resist and crosses the room to stand behind you. Wrapping her arms around your chest and hugging you from behind only to nudge closer and kiss along your neck "Getting flashbacks yet," you ask, turning your head slightly to face her."You remember this move, don't you?" you ask as you out of Becky's throat, and start to let my cock quickly ram her face like an F1 engine piston.

"Oh I remember every bit of it..." Tori whispers. "Especially how you climbed up against my face to fuck my throat even harder..." Her hand swings down to smack against your ass "And you finally got Becky to shut up for once. I might be in love," she teases with a purr. She bites down on your neck, giving it a slight hickey while her nails drag down your chest. You both go quiet as you watch Becky try her best to meet your cocks demands. You can tell Tori is loving every second of this - maybe even more than you. She soon starts bucking her hips against your ass to make you push against Becky's face, essentially dry humping you from behind, encouraging you to go faster, get rougher.

Cock buried inside the voluptuous blonde, saliva is running down her chin and adding an alluring sheen to her pale cleavage. All Becky could do was kneel there, surrendering herself to your desires with her hands neatly folded in her lap. For someone who complained so much about men, with skills like this it shouldn't have been that hard to find one. You reach down to grab healthy handfuls of her soft tits, groaning loudly as you squeeze. Most days, that would be enough to send you over the edge. And when Tori's hips start to buck against yours, pushing your forward, helping your fuck Becky's younger throat, it's a miracle you continue to hang on (barely).

"You really...want me.... to get rough with her...don't you?" you say in a syncopated cadence. The way her hips push harder and harder against yours is answer enough. Hands basically glued to Becky's tits, you can feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her tank-top as the soft flesh wells up between your fingers. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum already," you blurt, feeling Tori press all of her weight against you. You were mid-thrust, loving how you buried your dick down her throat, hearing Becky give out a muffled "Mmmmph!" with Tori's chin on your shoulder. She whispers, "Just last a while longer, baby..." like the little devil in your ear before squatting down behind you. Her hands caress the back of your thighs and, before you knew it, she had burrowed her face between your cheeks, letting her tongue and lips tend to your rim. Chin grazing the back of your balls while her lower lip brushes against your taint, her tongue begins to curl in and out of your back door

"OHHHH FUUUUUCKKK!" you cry out, knees threatening to give out. Feeling Tori's tongue hungrily join the fray so suddenly sent you careening over the edge. "I'M GONNA CUM I'M GONNA CUM I'M GONNA CUM!" you loudly repeat, doing nothing to dampen Tori's enthusiasm. Gripping Becky's tits even tighter somehow, you groan one last time and let loose a monstrously large load into the lovelorn co-ed's throat. The combination of Tori's tongue and Becky's throat has you emptying your twitching sack for nearly a full minute while your body lurches and spasms. You pull out about halfway through to paint Becky's face, red with exhaustion and effort, now painted with long white streaks of hot cum.

Tori's hands firmly keep your cheeks apart, briefly pulling my lips away from your rear for some encouragement. "Every drop, baby..." she teases before muffling against your ass once more, tongue fucking your back door, furling her tongue in and out of you almost like a tentacle. Even though you couldn't see her face, you could almost feel her smiling as she continued to encourage as much cum out of your balls into and onto Becky as possible.

"O-Oh my...Jesus...that was..." You can't form a complete thought you're so spent. Your brain is still foggy in a lusty haze when your dick slowly flops from Jess' mouth, still semi-hard. "I can't even...thank you...holy shit..." you pant slowly as Tori pulls her face from your ass and stands up behind you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She reaches down to grip your wet and sticky dick while her breasts press against your back, we both look down at Becky. "How do you think she did?" you ask, barely able to stand up straight

Tori kisses at your cheek and looks down at the freshly fucked underclassman technically under her supervision. "Wellllll, she did pretty good...." she begins, hand slowly caressing your wet cock. "Anyone can do it once...."