Fuck me silly

Alyssa isn’t the only girl who makes a point of trying to cheer me up and get my mind off Noelle. I guess I do have a lot of friends, because even though I’m not my normal self, my bookings actually increase. I throw myself into my work to try to avoid thinking about Noelle, and I try to eat pussy with the same energy and pleasure as usual, but I’m hurting all the same and I know that has an effect. It doesn’t seem to bother my clients, though. For one thing, not one of my regulars has expressed any disappointment with me at all. For another, many of them have been avidly pursuing more with me than just cunnilingus.

Before Noelle, I had been quite cautious with my clients; once I actually started eating pussy, I realized how easy it would be to take advantage of them, and I guess I overreacted in the opposite direction. That’s why I was still a virgin when I met Noelle. From the way my clients are treating me now, it’s clear my caution was wildly unnecessary. Most of those with boyfriends are still careful to keep my dick out of their pussies, but they’re taking great delight in getting it in their mouths or between their tits. A couple of the sisters who are dating told me gleefully they’d given their boyfriends a hall pass in exchange for being allowed to fuck me, then jumped my bones. (One of them has fucked me several times now, in fact. I hope that was part of the terms of their agreement.)

As for my single clients, I only have one or two who aren’t fucking me at every opportunity, usually multiple times. The craziest story is Kimberly Daniels, the BSU softball legend who talked me into joining the baseball team. She’s been a client of mine for a while now, and when she first hired me, she told me she needed her pussy eaten because she was under doctor’s orders to avoid intercourse. A couple days after the Noelle incident, she confessed she’d lied to me (it’s a long story—something to do with her previous boyfriend), then pulled my pants down right there in her front hallway. She ended up pinned against her front door with my cock hammering her pussy, and is now vigorously fucking me as often as I’ll schedule her in.

Most amazing are the three separate girls who waylaid me while I was walking around campus, went down on me, and then walked off without getting anything from me but a mouthful of cum. Two of them aren’t even clients of mine—one of them, I’d never even seen before. I don’t know if they’re friends of Alyssa, or just heard about me through the grapevine, or what. Whatever the case, they left me with no way to do anything for them in return. (Which is a pity, because they were both pretty hot—especially the one I’d never seen before.)

The third girl, though, is one of my regular clients, a fiery little pixie of a gymnast named Keri Seaver. Her, I’m able to thank in appropriate fashion. I’ve been helping one of my professors with a project (in my copious free time, of course), so I have access to a couple classrooms and I know when they’re not in use. It makes me feel like a cliché, but I shanghai Keri, pull her into one of them, lock the door behind us, and put her up against the wall. Once I have her where I want her, I pull down her panties, pull one foot out of them to hook her leg over my shoulder, and dive into her quim. I voraciously tongue-fuck her, drink her nectar, fingerfuck her, and suckle her pearl, bringing her to climax after climax.

By the time Keri has cum screaming four times on my tongue, she’s begging for my cock, and I’m happy to oblige. She’s short enough that my prick’s at about the level of her belly button, so once my pants are out of the way, I lift her up, then impale her with one quick, hard thrust. I bottom out in her honeypot; I can feel her fornix molding itself to my cockhead. She cums again, though not hard, and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She crosses her ankles in the small of my back and moans, “Middle of the room! Go out in the middle of the room!”

I aim to please, so I turn around, give Keri’s ass cheeks a hard squeeze, and walk away from the wall. I can’t do much but support her in this position, but she has strong legs; she’s more than able to fuck my cock, which she does with furious vigor. I flex my hips to meet her thrusting as much as I can, but she’s the one doing most of the work—and she clearly loves it, as she cums again almost immediately. I’m not quite there yet, so I use my hands to pump her up and down right through her orgasm; I figure I won’t need to keep that up for long, and I’m right. She starts moving under her own power again as soon as she can, fucking me faster and harder, slamming herself down on my shaft so hard that a small voice in the back of my mind is a little concerned. Most of me, though, is given over to sensation, captured by the feeling of Keri’s tight, slick pussy stretching and sliding around my dick.

She’s fucking me so hard that it isn’t long before she cums to her seventh and loudest climax. This time, the wanton ecstasy on her face and the feeling of her tight sheath milking my cock set me off, and I erupt in turn. I can feel our combined cum frothing around my balls as she clings to me, writhing and shaking.

That’s my most spectacular post-Noelle experience, but far from the only one. As what seems like half the female student body at BSU (including some of the most spectacular student bodies on campus) pours sex and appreciation on me with lavish generosity, I feel my heart ease. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, that afternoon outside Noelle’s door, but after a few weeks, I’m already on the road back to normal.