Burning the Midnight Oil

Gavin rolled over and stared at the ceiling. His body felt warm and itchy, as if he were anticipating something huge, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He felt like he’d just been playing a sport, his heart racing, his muscles tense, brain overworking. It felt as though he had been seconds away from winning, only to be denied. But his body still hadn’t come down, every part of him still pumped and ready. Though, of course, he knew it had nothing to do with any sport at all. He’d been hard and horny and hadn’t given himself a proper release.

After Ashley left the bedroom Gavin had waited a while. Even in time, alone, his erection refused to go away, thanks mostly because his mind couldn’t stop picturing Victoria being bounced up and down on Kurt’s body, or Heather’s nude form as she encouraged him to feel her smooth, freshly shaven skin, or in fact Ashley, as he’d demonstrated Victoria and Kurt’s sexual position, his cock prodding directly against her damp hole through her panties. His mind was abuzz with sexual images and feelings and sensations, and all of it fed his hard cock, which demanded attention.

Leaving the room, he checked the bathroom, making sure Heather had vacated this time, before taking a cold shower. That helped, though his hardness didn’t dissipate completely. But it was enough he hoped, that he might be able to get some sleep and wake up refreshed and, hopefully, having forgotten all about tonight. But that wasn’t the case. His mind refused to forget and soon his body was right back where it was before, hungry for some kind of release.

He couldn’t understand where this was coming from. He’d lost count of how many times he’d jacked off today. His body should be spent. But there was something about being surrounded by a host of beautiful, sexually liberated women that had his cock in a more demanding mood. His hand just wouldn’t do anymore. He tried to clear his mind, to think of nothing, listening to Zack’s soft snoring. But as his frustration grew, so seemingly did Zack’s snoring, until it felt like he was listening to a helicopter landing right outside the room. Though, Zack’s snoring hadn’t increased in volume or pitch at all, it simply seemed that way to the frustrated, horny best friend. Rising from bed, he decided he’d have to deal with his erection once and for all, lest he resorted to murdering Zack in his sleep.

Exhaling long and thankfully, Gavin appreciated the cool evening air in the hall room striking his bare chest and legs as he stepped out of the bedroom. Dressed only in his boxers, Gavin wandered the cabin, noting how eerie and ethereal it seemed in the dark. Every shadow seemed to be a nefarious presence, every corner looked different, as if the cabin had gained new dimensions in the darkness. Padding softly through the hall, he felt nervous. He had no idea what he was even doing. All he knew was that he had to take care of the hard cock currently tenting his underwear.

That’s when he realised he was at Heather’s door, a hand on the knob, slowly, softly turning it, casting a long light into the bedroom. The dark-haired cheer captain had offered to take care of the problem earlier and had told him to come to her if he changed his mind when he declined. Gavin wasn’t sure that this was a good idea. If Victoria found out he’d done anything with yet another girl in the cabin, she was likely to never talk to him again. And yet, Gavin found himself justifying it, telling himself, “just once more”, like every smoker’s last cigarette or every fat girl’s last cupcake.

Gavin looked over to the bed as he closed the door behind him, shrouding everything in black again, at least until his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. He could just make out the bed, stepping towards it and trailing one hand along the edge of the duvet to guide him. Beneath the covers he could make out a slender figure, curled, facing inwards, her ass conveniently poking out the side of the bed, already slightly uncovered by the duvet. His fingers followed the covers until he came to the girl’s rump, hand hovering over her ass as he took a moment to acknowledge once again the gravity of his actions before he continued.

“Heather? Heather?” He whispered insistently, prodding at the ass with two fingers. Somewhere in the bed, Heather groaned out a reply as Gavin’s poke became more prolonged, his hand running over the swell of her cheek, becoming more of a caress than anything else. He felt her soft, warm skin against his fingertips as he traced a line along the edge of her lace panties. From somewhere in the dark, Heather moaned idly again, absent-mindedly pushing her butt back against his roaming fingers.

With one hand still on her buttocks, his other hand pushed the duvet back, exposing her panty clad ass to the cool, night air. His caress deepened, adding more fingers and squeezing the muscle. He squinted down at the ass he was kneading in his hand. It looked smaller than he imagined, but it felt just as firm and toned as he expected. He gripped her cheek and pried it apart from the other, watching her panties slip between, riding up her crack. He felt his cock throb in his boxers while he grasped at her asscheek, knowing that he needed to fuck her soon, or wind up needing to change his underwear.

“Heather? Heather? I’m going to take off your underwear,” Gavin hissed urgently, already wrapping the flimsy lace in his fist and pulling the material downwards. It caught between her hip and the mattress, but he simply pulled harder, sliding it down her thighs, not all the way, but just enough so that her pretty clam glistened at him from between her legs. Heather moaned something that sounded like approval, and looking down, Gavin could see why. Even in this low light, he could see that she was soaked, strands of her juices hanging between her labia as her pussy gaped, awaiting a welcome visitor.

Gavin grasped her cheek again, shaking the firm muscle in his hand, and pulling it aside, watching as her hole stretched open along with her buttocks. He had to feel just how wet the cheer captain was, swallowing hard as he slipped his hand lower. He groaned, and she responded in kind, as his fingers touched her soft, pliable lips, instantly coating his fingertips in her glossy, thick lubrication. He dragged his hand along her lower lips, back and forth, feeling her push back against his exploration as he allowed her pussy to make his fingers slick with her arousal.

He found himself wanting to know how her pussy felt around his fingers. Heather was, by far, the most sexually experienced of the girls who came to the cabin, the others all having boyfriends of being virgins before they came to the cabin. Not counting Hannah, the college girl who’d rode his cock last night while Ashley, her sister, sat on his face. Shit, he almost came just remembering it. Eager to keep going before he did cum, he shoved two fingers into her hole, a little too quickly, but her wetness made up for it, sucking his digits in with a wet squelch.

She gasped sharply as his fingers slid inside, facing slight resistance. “Oh, hell, you’re so tight,” Gavin groaned, one hand gently slipping two fingers in and out of her hole, while his other hand gripped her ass, kneading the cheek again, spreading it as well, watching intently as his fingers probed her insides. She felt molten around his hand, juices pouring out over his fingers and dripping down onto the carpet. She groaned groggily, more and louder with each consecutive thrust of his fingers into her hot, soaked pussy.

After a few minutes, Gavin had enough. He couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of this tight hole wrapped around his cock any longer. Pushing his boxers down with one hand, he brought his fingers, coated in her juices, and smeared her wetness all over his head and shaft, gathering up the precum dribbling from his own tip and using it all to prepare his painfully hard cock to impale her. Once he had his cock coated in a nice, thick sheen of their combined fluids, he stepped up closer to her, taking his cock in one hand and rubbing his head along her lips.

Heather let out a long, low whimper, caught between enjoying the teasing and wanting the cock to slide inside her ****, wanting hole. Gavin considered simply playing with her a little longer, but he couldn’t wait himself. With the way his balls were currently tingling and flexing, he felt as if he could erupt at a moments notice, and he would much rather do so after having felt her pussy than paint her ass and thighs with his creamy white seed without ever getting inside of her. So, with a firm grasp on her waist, and his cock in hand, he took aim, positioning his cock at her gaping entrance and then, with a single, strong, purposeful push he felt his cockhead sink inside.

The feeling was amazing. He’d felt pussy before, and this one felt as hot and tight and wet as all the others but feeling it after a day of not feeling it, of just using his hand, of being riled up by seeing his ex-girlfriend getting fucked hard, Heather nakedly enticing him, almost crossing the line again with Ashley, it was the best feeling in the world. Nothing felt sweeter. He paused, half way inside her, just to enjoy the sensation. It felt religious, almost scared, like an awakening. To be inside a woman, any woman, had never felt this right, this good.

And yet, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to simply feel her, he needed to fuck her, to fill her, to cum and hear her scream as his load was shot deep inside her. With one hand on her hip and another on her thigh, he pushed his cock in, right to the hilt, until his balls were resting against her lower ass cheek. Immediately he pulled out, until the tip was back at her entrance and slammed back in, her ass rippling as his body smacked off hers. He heard her yelp pleasurably, no doubt getting off on having the stiff hard cock pushed into her depths so suddenly.

He became a man possessed. He could smell that his climax was close, taste it on his tongue and this time he would not be denied. His fucking became fast and hard, humping wildly against her ass as he sought to drive himself closer and closer to his impending climax. He needed it. He held her in place, as he bounced off her, ploughing her exposed pussy with his ****, needy cock, his balls tingling more as they clapped against her ass. The mattress began to squeak under the forcefulness of his thrusts, the whole frame shuddering in reply to the intensity of his fucking.

“Ah, ah ,aaaaaaaaah,” came the aroused voice of the woman beneath him, now clearly awake as she turned her heard to look up at him. “What are you doing?”

“What?” Gavin groaned, looking up at the face attached to the body he was fucking. She looked up at him with glazed blue eyes, mouth open as she panted for air, the pleasure of his cock plumbing her depths siphoning the air from her lungs, and her beautiful blonde hair spayed out around her head. “Ah…Ashley?”

“Ah, fuck…your cock…so good,” She groaned, closing her eyes as her head rolled back, biting on to the mattress to keep from squealing, though the creaking of the bed was making more than enough noise for it not to matter. “I mean…why? Why are you, fuck, ah fuck, fucking meeeeee?”

“Shit, I didn’t…I mean, I thought…ugh…” Gavin despite the new revelation did not slow his pace or the length of his strokes. Even if he wanted to stop, his body was moving of its own accord now. His brain might have tried to warn him not to keep fucking the hot, petite blonde, that he might ruin her chances with Zack, but his horny body didn’t care right now. He needed to cum. “I just need to cum. Please, Ash, just let me cum.”

For a moment, Ashley was silent, except for her gasping throat, though the room was still alive with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the slick wet sound of his cock plunging into her wet pussy, and the mattress and the bed creaking and squeaking to the rhythm of their movements. And then, in a soft, still, horny voice, that still managed to be heard over all the other noise, she said, “Ok, ok, you can cum.”

Gavin didn’t say thank you, he showed it by fucking her even harder. Large red marks began to form all over her ass as he spanked her cheeks with his body, shoving his cock as deep as he could go inside the blonde, cheerleader’s little body. And now she was awake, she was fucking him back in earnest, humping back against his thrusts, her walls clamping around his shaft every time he drove in to the root of his cock. He could feel himself close. He was going to cum. The load in his balls, waiting there for hours, was ready to be released. A couple more pumps and he would be there.

Moments before he could climax, Heather’s voice, the real Heather, rang out over everything.

“Ash, take your fucking boyfriend somewhere else,” Heather groaned sleepily. “I’m trying to sleep here.”

At the sudden sound of Heather’s voice, Gavin had jumped back his cock sliding out of Ashley with a slurp and a pop, the blonde groaning to feel the abrupt emptying of her pussy. “Ah, ah fuck,” she sang out, and then to her friend. “S-sure, Heather. S-sorry.”

Gavin grabbed his boxers and pulled them up his legs as Ashley rolled out of the bed, yanking her panties back up around her ass. Rushing towards the door, she grabbed Gavin’s hand and pulled him along with her, growling, “come with me,” as she led him out to the hall and closing the bedroom door firmly behind them.