Vanessa

An hour later you leave your office, telling Meghan you'll be gone for a few hours.

You drive to the college campus, finding yourself getting hard with anticipation of fucking the nubile student again. The exchange of phone calls has only fired your ardor and you're looking forward to putting her over the jumps.

You find her dorm and park nearby, getting out of your car and leaning against it, watching for her. A few minutes later you see her walking briskly, a backpack slung over one shoulder, a jauntiness in her stride. She's wearing the same tight jeans as yesterday and a red t-shirt. She sees you and waves, running the last few yards to you and hugging you, her face turned up to be kissed.

"Oh God I've been going mad. Sitting in class, my pussy throbbing. I couldn't think of anything else but sex," she murmurs throatily as she showers kisses on you, nibbling at your face. "Come on, lets go. My roommate has a class for another hour, then she's going to the gym. We've got at least two hours to ourselves." She takes your hand and leads you into the dorm building.

Inside, the building looks like a clean but squalid apartment building, the hallway walls simply painted concrete. You take the elevator to the third floor, passing one person on your journey. She opens the door to a single room with a bathroom, two narrow beds on each side of the room. There is a clutter of female clothing hung over chairs and flung on the floor.

Vanessa tosses her backpack to the floor and twines her arms around you, pressing her body against you, her soft lips welcoming you. You kiss her hungrily and she moans, then moans deeper when you squeeze her ass and pull her against you.

"I want you so much....Ever since I woke up my pussy has been on fire, thinking about you. I must have masturbated five times...God, I'm so horny," she gasps as she showers you with kisses, wrapping a leg around you. Her fingers tug at your shirt, unbuttoning it clumsily, **** in her need. You pull her shirt up, then over her head, fondling her satin skin, stroking her. Her mouth is hungry for yours, and you're reminded of make out sessions in high school, where everything was an urgent anxious fumble.

Vanessa is scrabbling at your belt, trying to unbuckle it as she locks her mouth on yours, gasping urgently, murmuring endearments. You reach behind her and unclasp her bra with practiced fingers, pulling it off her shoulders as she coos with pleasure, then cupping her pert breasts and rubbing your finger over the nipples.

You help her with your pants, letting them fall to the floor and kicking your shoes off. You unbutton her jeans and tug them down as she wriggles to help you remove them. Naked, she's a delight, a slender, well proportioned bundle of sex. You pick her up and lay her on a bed, pushing her legs apart, kissing her behind her knees, then running your tongue down her thigh before burying your mouth in her pussy. She arches her back, pushing her sex against your mouth, holding your head as you tongue fuck her.

"That's so good, oh fuck that's so good, oh God I love it...I Love It! Ohhhhh! Fuck I'm coming! I'm on fire for you, Oh Fuck, it just keeps coming! Oh Fuck!" she moans deeply her pussy wracked with spasms as she presses it against your ravishing mouth. Greedy for her body, you push her legs back, bending her almost double, and penetrate her with a long hard stroke, then fuck her sodden, swollen pussy deeply, your balls slapping against her upturned ass,

She's staring up at you, her face contorted in a rictus of passion, her hands clawing at you, her body writhing and trembling. She's making incoherent groaning noises, the sounds of an animal in the throes of uncontrollable lust, frantic for your impaling cock. You can feel her shuddering as spasms rip through her, orgasm after orgasm shattering her.

Your own need is incandescent, your hips driving your pulsing cock into her, until with a roar of satisfaction you explode, pumping your hot cream into her, filling her tight cunt, as she whimpers in exhausted pleasure.