New life in Horny Earth

"Good morning roomie."

"Good morning Claire."

Jon glanced at his attractive roommate, feeling lucky that he somehow landed in a wonderful alternate reality. There, sex wasn't considered taboo but treated as a casual, everyday activity—something that was practically a favorite pastime for most women. As for men, well, not so much. It was seen as too feminine and a waste of energy.

Jon didn't seem to think so.

"Yesterday was...amazing," Claire said with a dreamy look in her eye. "I can't believe how good it felt."

Just yesterday, Claire had been introduced to her new dormmate, Jon, and she couldn’t believe her luck—it was a guy. She’d heard rumors about girls managing to hook up with their male roommates, but she had always brushed it off as nothing more than a college fantasy. That was until yesterday when she realized just how wrong she’d been.

"Isn't it better than using toys or doing it yourself?" Jon gave Claire a wink, relaxing on the bed while the morning rays shone through the shutters.

Claire giggled as she slid off the desk and lay down beside Jon, staring into his deep green eyes. "Definitely." Her eyes trailed down his body, a hunger welling up inside her as she tried to control herself from jumping on him. Her eyes met his cock, still, rock hard, and standing at an amazing eight inches, not to mention its girth, something that she felt yesterday night as it stretched her to orgasm after orgasm.

"Um, do you think...um..." she couldn't get the words out. She wanted to fuck Jon. Ride him until he painted her insides white with his virile seed.

Jon noticing Claires nervousness, cupped her cheeks and gave her tender lips a loving kiss, before rolling over and embracing her.

Claire melted into her roomie's dominant grasp, laying on her back, his weight and heat from his body driving her senses wild. Especially his smell—musky, natural, raw, primal.

Her pussy screamed at her, demanding to be filled by this man. If she didn't end up getting pregnant at the end of the school term her mother would be ashamed of her and she would be ashamed of herself.

"ah!"

There were no words to be said. Jon didn't need to ask for her permission nor did she need to beg him to fuck her. He took her as if she belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

Jon positioned his cock into Claire's wet entrance, her pussy swelling and turning red, opening up like an inviting flower—a flower he had deflowered yesterday, fertilizing it with copious amounts of cum. And now he would do it again. He pushed his waist further in until his cock slid into the juicy cunt.

Claire raised her legs, wrapping them over Jon's back, and waited for him to start ramming her in anticipation. She needed to get used to his size. He would mold her into his shape and she would permanently belong to him. She had to stop her imagination from running wild as thoughts of **** Jon and tying him to her bed at home surged up.

Feeling Claires pussy absolutely drenching the sheets below her, Jon stopped his teasing and began pumping her with his large cock.

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! Please!"

Claire was a beggar when she moaned. She begged to get fucked. She begged Jon over and over, her voice trailing into soft hushes, murmuring soft pleas in his ear.

Jon's instincts ran wild, seeing the desperation of the woman beneath him. Her pussy clamped around his cock, messaging it and coaxing it for more pleasure. Her fingernails scraped his back.

The bed underneath Claire shook as she received the breeding of a lifetime. This time, Jon wasn't tender like yesterday, but more animalistic. She didn't even know a guy could end up like this, so enthusiastic...so alluring.

"Yes! Yes! Oh please!"

"Please what?" Jon asked, panting against her ear.

Claire bit her lip, her body shaking up and down from the hammering her poor pussy was taking.

"Please fuck me! Please!"

Jon fucked Claire for another twenty minutes, using every bit of his stamina to coax as many orgasms out of her as possible. His cock was absolutely drenched in Claire's aromatic pussy Juice, hearing a wet sloshing sound every time he jammed his cock in.

Her body was covered in sweat and her breath was shaken out of her from the intensity of the sex.

Jon examined Claire, seeing that she was close to passing out from orgasmic exhaustion. He was surprised she had managed to stay awake this long. Her poor hips were going to be sore, though.

Feeling himself close, he thrust one last time, balls deep, and let out a torrent of cum, spraying the loving Claires, amazingly tight, shaven pussy.

Claire clenched her teeth, feeling her lover's hot spunk enter her vagina. She prayed that his little swimmers would find their way to her egg. She knew they would.

Eventually, as much as she tried to stay awake, tiredness overtook her.