You take her

You don't need to be told twice. With a growl and strength that surprises even yourself, you pick a giggling Victoria up off her feet by her armpits and throw her down on her back on the couch, pouncing on top of her.

You puff loudly as you position yourself between her legs, your cock nudging against her entrance. Her hands are like lightning, grabbing a condom from the strip next to her head, tearing open the wrapper with her teeth as it passes her mouth, and rolling the rubber down the length of your throbbing manhood in one fluid motion.

With a moan, you eagerly sink into her, her pussy hot and drooling. You immediately start to fuck her hard and fast, teeth gritted togeather and your hips slamming against hers. She meets you thrust for thrust, legs coming up to wrap around your waist and hold you in, smiling and eyes completely unfocused now as if in a daze, her moans echoing through the room. At least until another frat bro slots his cock into her mouth with a sigh, getting a happy whine from Victoria as a thank you.

It doesn't take long for you to feel the familiar tingle at the base of your spine, and with a series of loud groans, you cum again, filling another condom inside her with white hot ropes of baby batter.

You pull out of her with a sigh. The used condom hangs pendulously, filled near to bursting, from your still hard cock and glistening with her juices as you step back to tie it off and drop it onto the floor.

“Bro what the fuck,” one of the frat bros comment, his voice halfway between impressed and insulted at the quantity and quality of your load as he mounts her next.

You take the spare moment to grab the last condom, pulling it down snuggly over your still throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” the frat bro fucking Victoria grunts, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic, her legs splayed wide to either side of his torso, until he pins her down and starts loudly grunting. He sighs, rocks his hips, and then withdrawals from her sodden hole.

He looks at you, face red, eyes crossed. “Bro,” he breathes, looking down at your still hard dong, “fuck bro, you’re made for each other.” Before he stumbles over to another couch and passes out. Then the bro fucking her mouth gasps, his hips buckle, and he rolls off of her and then off of the couch, totally spent.

Victoria sits up on her elbows on the couch, flicking her frazzled hair to one side. She looks at you, gaze flicking down to your still hard cock, and her eyes darkened with lust. "More," she begs, "I need more."

You grin predatorily. You're only too happy to oblige her.

You grab her hips first, roughly rolling her over onto her stomach. She dutifully reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks for you, giving a beautiful view of her red, swollen, drooling pussy. You thrust back into her full ****, bottoming out inside her, and start fucking her with abandon.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squeals, her hands outstretched, knuckles white, doing everything she can to throw her weight back onto your throbbing member.

“This is so good!” She slurs, her body starting to tense up again, you can feel it. Her pussy, her legs, even her ass cheeks, and back muscles seem to start winding up around and under you like a spring as you continue to mercilessly punish her sodden insides.

She slurs something out loud and low, her head starting to loll forwards against the damp pleather of the couch.

“What?” you grunt, leaning forwards and in doing hitting a new spot inside her with every thrust that makes her gasp and shake anew.

“Grab my hair!” She begs. “Please! Grab my hair and don’t let go until you're finished!”

“Alright,” you snarl, gathering up most of her straight brown hair into a fist and slowly pulling it back.

Victoria’s insides tense up as she immediately cums again, right there and then, and hard. She yowls long and loud, pussy, ass, back, and legs clenching and relaxing again and again. You swear you hear the joints in her legs pop.

Yet you keep on pounding, not letting up for a moment as she rides out the last of her orgasm, her body already tensing again, already climbing for another peak.

“Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!” She slurs her words, her tongue, her eyes completely blank. You feel her insides coil around your invading member, making it throb even harder. You feel your balls begin to ache.

“Please! Tell me ~ahh~ when you’re ~guah~ gonna―” Victoria whines, the words dying in her throat as her body starts drawing up around you again. You feel her legs clamp together, body starting to shake as her orgasm rapidly approaches.

“I’m! Almost! There!” You grunt between punishing deep thrusts, the sudden tightness as her insides constrict down on your cock like a wet vice pushing you closer and closer to your edge with each passing second.

“Together―” she groans through gritted teeth, finally hitting her peak with a manic squeal as her vaginal muscles grip and squeeze around your large cock enough to send you over the edge as well.

You let out a roar of conquest, your vision whiting out for a moment, even as Victoria squeals under you, her legs trembling. You feel white hot rope after rope of cum explode out into Victoria’s yielding pussy, protected only by a thin latex barrier that strains against your thick load but, somehow, does not break.

As you start to pull out of her, you feel the condom start to drag down the length of your cock as if it was being held inside her. With a frown, you grab and hold the hem of the condom and keep pulling out, eventually, tugging out the thick alabaster balloon tip of the condom laden with all your swimmers with a groan from Victoria.

You gently work the used condom off your dick, tie off the end, and gingerly put it on the floor finally allowing yourself to lay down next to Victoria limp body on the couch. She rolls back against you, her skin is warm and damp. She smells of sweat and sex and women.

You curse under your breath as you feel your cock harden again as Victoria rocks back against you, making herself the little spoon in your arrangement. For a long moment you merely rest there, eyes closed, feeling her against you.

“I’ll warn you now,” Victoria sighs, pressing back against you a little more, her voice raspy from screaming, “I’m not usually one for post-coital cuddling, but you’ve caught me in a good mood.”

“Oh really?” you sigh, throwing an arm around her and cinching her to your waist. “Why’s that?”

You feel her shrug. “I dunno, I’m just not very good at sitting still for long periods of time, never have been,” she says.

“I see,” you sigh, again, and nuzzle her hair. It smells of sweat and vanilla shampoo. Your cock, still hard, rests between her ass cheeks. One of her hands goes back to it, stroking it for a moment.

“You know,” she chuckles, “you’re supposed to go to a doctor if it lasts for more than four hours, right?”

“I’m aware,” you scoff and get a giggle out of Victoria, pressing her butt against your member and sighing contentedly.

"And I have to admit it," she breathes, "you're really something else."

“Thanks, you too,” you reply and then there’s several seconds of dead air as you both just enjoy the quiet moment.

“Ok, cuddling is over, time to get up,” she sighs, wiggling out of your embrace and scooting over to the edge of the couch to retrieve her forgotten clothing.

You breathe deeply and join her, groaning and slowly starting to gather together your clothes.

The basement though, looks like a warzone. Frat bros lay where they fell, exhausted and spent, their dicks still out. You count six of them, having fallen in that most noble of pursuits: getting laid. The air is so thick with sex you can barely breathe.

“You ready?” Victoria asks, straightening her dress out, shaking out her hair, and using a frat bro’s discarded T-shirt as a towelette for her sodden inner legs.

“Sure am,” you reply, dressing and pulling your shoes back on and standing up on sore legs.

“Come on,” Victoria says with a grin, taking your hand and leading you towards the stairs, stepping over a sleeping half naked frat bro as you go.

You only make it halfway up the stairs before Victoria stops and turns back to you. “I want you to know, if my mouth didn’t taste like a hospital glove right now I’d kiss you.”

You can’t help but crack up for a second. “What brought this on?” you ask.

She says something under her breath and then giggles.

“What?” you ask.

“Oh, never mind,” she replies with a coy smile in the dark.

“Sure,” you chuckle, “and I’ll be sure to collect that kiss sometime soon.”

“Good,” she giggles, “and I’d be down to ‘take care of you’ again sometime soon as well.”

“With or without the extra help?” you chuckle, thumbing over your shoulder at the fallen frat bros.

“I mean, I was thinking of a tag-team but if you think you can one vee one me,” she shrugs, a teasing smile on her lips. “Anyways, I’m sure that Andrew’s probably wondering where I am,” she says pointing at herself, “and Louise is probably wondering where you went as well,” she adds, poking you in the ribcage. “So, I’m gonna go back upstairs, while you wait here a minute, before you come out as well, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you reply, leaning up against the stair wall.

“Ok,” she says, leaning in to hug you briefly, “bye!” Before she goes up the stairs, the door swings open letting in enough noise and light to let you know the party's still going before it swings shut again.

You breathe out, running your hand through your hair again. You whip out your phone, checking the time. It reads 2:21 AM. You blow out a breath. You’ve been boning Victoria for the better part of two hours and you feel it. You are sweaty and wet from the waist down, your knees are tired, and yet you can still feel a well of energy deep inside you letting you go on.

You sigh and consider Victoria’s words.

OOC: As always feel free to drop questions, comments, or suggestions for the next chapter as a comment!