Why not both?

A bout of indecision had paralyzed Nathan. His arms still wrapped around Melanie's waist, his stiffened shaft between her supple thighs refused to calm down as he idly groped her huge, wonderfully soft ass. All the same, another rogue cry from his stomach made it clear that he needed a proper meal as badly as he wanted another full release. Melanie was remarkably patient with her ****, simply waiting for him to make his decision while actively being molested in the middle of the dorm's hallway.

Ultimately unable to settle his mind on the matter, Nathan decided to forfeit the concept of choice altogether. "I actually think I want to bring you with me for a bit. You know, **** you while I wait for my food and stuff. Or even maybe before, on the way or something. I really don't think I can handle waiting much longer to violate an ass as nice as yours."

"Oh, how sweet of you! I'm glad you like my butt so much!" Melanie happily chirped with a smile. She giggled as Nathan squeezed her ass harder, jiggling it in his hands freely. "I've always been a little self-conscious about how big it is. I guess it must not be too shabby, though, given you want to ram your cock inside of it so badly that you can't even bother asking for my consent! Anyway, sure. While I do have some homework to get through, it's not a whole lot and it's not even due today, so I don't mind tagging along!"

Melanie blinked for a moment, tilting her head and laughing to herself as she realized something. "Actually, in reality, I guess it wouldn't matter even if I did mind, huh? Not like you need my consent to drag me off somewhere and do whatever you want with me. You're a ****, after all, so of course you don't need my permission for something like this. Duh, Melanie! Still getting used to all this, sorry..."

There was an absurd juxtaposition between Melanie's giggling upbeat tone and her unresisting acceptance towards being molested in public by a man she had barely just met, and it pleased Nathan greatly.

"Let me just drop these things off in my room and I'll be good to go!"

Despite Melanie's announcement, she remained still.

His hands still shamelessly kneading the college girl's bubble butt, Nathan realized after a short delay that she had been patiently waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. She flashed him a bright smile paired with a nod as he let go of her ass, excusing herself as she turned towards her dorm room door and let herself inside with her key.

It wasn't another minute before she stepped out again, closing the automatically locking door behind her and approaching him again. Her modest tits bounced freely with her steps, still unsheathed from the bra that Nathan had pulled them out of. She clearly didn't care to shelter them again, letting them hang freely. "Okay! What were you thinking for lunch?"

"There's a pizza joint I regular not far from this campus," Nathan revealed. He showed some degree of self-restraint for the time being as he headed back towards the elevator with her in tow, giving Melanie a rest and keeping his hands to himself as he summoned it with the press of a button. "Fast, good, and cheap."

"Can't ask for much more!" Melanie supported the notion, stepping inside the elevator with her personal ****.

A mostly uneventful journey across campus followed. Melanie made casual small talk with Nathan as he led the way back to his car, her affable and pleasant demeanor never faltering even as his hands eventually found their way back towards her body along the way.

Nathan's **** penchant for random unsolicited groping was easy to discern as a clear trait of his character, made clear by the number of girls he stopped just to ****. All of them halted in their tracks without protest as they were suddenly subject to being used like toys, but no one ever spoke out against it.

A short Asian girl preoccupied with her phone cared so little about Nathan's invasion that she didn't even look away from her screen while he relaxedly massaged the single breast exposed out of her tank top. Before letting her free, Nathan pulled down at the pair of somewhat soiled cotton panties she had lazily left around her mid-thigh. Wordlessly, she stepped out of them at his behest, her attention still failing to be captured by Nathan even as he took a sweeping inhale of her musk imprinted on the inside of her underwear. Correctly sensing that Nathan had had his fill of her with his motion of tossing her underwear aside, she continued making her way to her destination. Now fully bottomless and freshly molested, she was utterly and plainly indifferent towards the whole affair as she didn't even bother to retrieve her panties, walking right past them as she laughed at something on her phone.

Shortly after, two passing Latinas continued their ongoing conversation without missing a beat as Nathan approached them. One was in the middle of a long-winded story about her ex-boyfriend, and her friend's prudent attention was unabated even as Nathan brought his lips to hers and began a forceful kiss with his tongue deep in her mouth. Though she reciprocated through the swirling motions of her own tongue around his, her eyes were still set to her friend next to her, nodding with vague muffled sounds of confirmation at regular intervals as her mouth was violated.

The ongoing scenes of rampant sexual **** going on right in front of Melanie didn't deter her smile in the slightest as Nathan let the two girls go a minute later, resuming their path forward. "I've never seen someone as eager about their hobby as you, Nathan. No wonder Headmaster Raines let you on campus and gave you a master key card!"

"Uh, thanks," Nathan answered slowly, uncertain of how to properly respond to such a statement. "I just really like using girls and doing whatever I want with them, I guess. Kind of hard to control myself sometimes."

"Makes perfect sense that you'd end up developing such a big interest in **** us as a hobby, then," Melanie agreed, the nonsensical attitude of her own claim sounding wholly genuine. "If you can't help it, you can't help it!"

Further grumbling from Nathan's stomach canceled whatever he could have replied with. He was reaching a point of hunger that was now starting to trouble him, and it was enough to delay his antics until he at least reached his destination.

With a clear-minded focus far and away from his preferred modus operandi of enjoying various random women along the way, Nathan and Melanie arrived at it after only a few minutes of walking—an unassuming sedan that showed its age through its heavily banged up plating and scarred fading paint. Its history became even more apparent to Melanie as the two stepped through the already unlocked doors, the blonde-haired girl glancing upon the door's window cranks. "Old reliable, huh?"

"Yeah, this thing's not far off from being eligible for a senior discount at most stores by now," Nathan openly admitted as he grabbed a pair of black elastic shorts from the backseat. Sliding into them, Melanie giggled softly to herself as she witnessed his semi-flaccid cock pop through the already undone opening. "Locks don't work, not that I usually keep anything of worth in here to begin with. Doubt anyone would want anything to do with a car this shitty, anyway."

Grabbing the keys from the center console, the roar of a struggling yet capable engine sounded off after a few twists. "Still, gets me from point A to point B just fine," Nathan submitted, briefly pulling his phone from his pocket and checking on his notifications. Swiping away at them, he shook his head with a sigh and stowed it away again. "Nothing from Serenity. She's probably in that chem lab after all...must have gotten her schedule mixed up."

Melanie's voice came after the click of her seat-belt, her eyes set on the road ahead as Nathan pulled out of the school. "Assuming nothing keeps her after class, she should be back in her room no later than half an hour from now. Sounds like just enough time get your food. Oh, and to **** my asshole too, naturally!"

Nathan's slowly slumbering member was shaken from its rest at Melanie's words. Coming to a stop at a red light, a buzzing vibration echoed in the car. From the depths of her bosom, Nathan's compliant victim procured her smartphone. Her fingers tapped away at a messaging client as she responded to something, pausing only for a moment as she felt a tug at her wrist.

Pulling one of her hands away from her phone, Nathan guided Melanie's fingers towards his gradually reawakening cock. Without further instruction and in a motion so natural that it seemed as if she was expecting it, Melanie took a gentle hold of Nathan's dick and began to stroke it casually while resuming her texting with her free hand. With the changing of the traffic light overhead, Nathan recommenced their drive, enjoying the slow sensation of Melanie absentmindedly tugging his cock without complaint or question.

The short journey continued without incident and came to its conclusion minutes later. Pulling into a shopping plaza, Nathan parked in front of a small family-run pizzeria. Exiting the vehicle with him, Melanie took in the familiar sight of the restaurant's decades old blinking neon sign.

"Antonio's!" Melanie read the sign aloud excitedly, a bright smile plastered on her face as she followed Nathan towards the door. "I didn't even realize you were heading here! I love this place!"

A ringing bell marked the sound of the pair's entrance into the dimly lit establishment. A pleasing aroma of freshly cooked Italian cuisine encompassed Nathan and Melanie as they walked past several customers enjoying their meals across scattered tables. Joining a short line towards a cashier, an elderly man with a thoroughly wrinkled face and a bald head directed a shout and a grin at Nathan from the kitchen behind the counter. "Nathan, you crazy ass horny son of a bitch! Where you been?"

"Around," Nathan answered half-heartedly, shrugging with a small smile of his own. "Doing alright, Tony?"

"Well, I woke up today, which means I didn't die in my sleep. Don't think I could ask for much more at my age, hah!" Tony remarked with a boisterous laugh, his eyes set on a spread of dough he had just expertly tossed above his head. Catching it flawlessly, he set it down on the table in front of him and resumed his work. "Good to see you, kid. Say hi to your mom for me. Oh, Amelia's ready for you, if that's what you're here for. Plenty of other broads in the house this afternoon, too. Go wild, champ."

Nathan's eyes drifted across the area. They settled on the store's cashier; a brown-haired girl with sun-kissed skin in her mid-twenties, eagerly attending to the customer across the counter. Her green eyes momentarily glanced over to Nathan, acknowledging him with a smile. Curiously, or perhaps not so curiously at all, she was completely nude save for a black and green visor atop her head with the same logo as the neon sign outside. Her heavy set breasts jiggled slightly as she leaned forward to accept money from the customer in front of her.

Looking around the restaurant for a moment, Melanie was noticing similar states of undress across the female patrons of old Tony's fine pizzeria. Almost half of the women present were entirely naked save for shoes and accessories. Despite this, there was a distinct lack of care or attention paid to the fact, and she was quickly coming to understand why. "I'm starting to think you meant a lot more than what I thought you meant when you said you were a regular..."

"Yeah," Nathan confirmed with a small yawn, scratching the back of his head. "A lot of people across town know about me. Been doing this for a while now, after all. People generally know what to expect, even if they've never actually met me before. Word of mouth gets around, I guess. Just never seemed to reach Lunar University for some reason. That's why I had to explain myself to Headmaster Raines."

"Must be super convenient for you!" Melanie said with a nod. "So you've **** all of the girls here?"

"Not all of them," Nathan corrected Melanie after a visual scan of the area. "There's some faces I've never seen here before."

"And they still show up naked? Are they just...leaving themselves exposed on the off-chance they run into you at some point during the day?"

"More or less. They hear about me from friends and they figure it'll be a hassle to undress or something if I decide to **** them, so they just...go about their day fully nude, I guess," Nathan assumed with a shrug. "Some don't care and dress like usual, others prefer preparing for the possibility."

"Makes plenty of sense to me," Melanie acquiesced without conflict. With the current customer handled, she stepped forward with Nathan as the line progressed. "I'd probably go already naked all day too, knowing you might **** your cock inside any of my holes at a moment's notice without even asking me first. Just sounds like the logical thing to do, really. Makes it easier for everyone involved!"

The line proceeded quickly once again, and again after that. In no time at all, Nathan and Melanie were now face to face with the well-endowed cashier. She gave Nathan a warm smile as he approached, the forest hue of her eyes tender and inviting. "Hey, Nathan. It's been a while."

"Longer than I remember. Hope you're doing good, Amelia," Nathan returned the greeting.

"Gonna introduce me to your friend?" Amelia inquired. Her smile turned playful as she leaned forward with her arms rested on the counter, her heaving breasts spilling over them and resting atop the marble.

Nathan froze for a moment, his normally discarded manners returning to him as he realized he hadn't actually done so. "Ah, right. This is Melanie. She's, uh..."

"Just his cumdumpster for the moment!" the bubbly blonde interrupted with a giggle. "We just met. He asked me to come along so he could **** my asshole while he had lunch."

"Really? Wow, he likes you, then," Amelia teased with a giggle. "If he's dragging you around places, you might become one of his regular cumdumps. You could end up with his dick stuffed inside of your asshole daily, if not several times a day."

"I wouldn't mind! If he likes my ass so much, there's nothing stopping him from using it without my consent whenever he wants! Or any part of me, really," Melanie declared without hesitation. She fell into a sheepish laugh as she looked towards Nathan. "Not that you really need me to tell you that, of course."

Though it was true that Melanie didn't have to say it, Nathan was all the happier to hear such a brazenly eager reception spoken so nonchalantly, as was evident by the steady hardening of his shaft.

"Well, Nathan, do me a favor and cum in my mouth again sometime soon, would you?" Amelia asked the local **** kindly, her smile easing back into that of a fond friend. "After you made me deepthroat you for the entirety of my shift and more a few days ago, I got used to the taste and now I've weirdly been sort of craving it recently. Guess that's what happens when you blow your load in my mouth over thirty times in one day."

"Whoa, over thirty loads?" Melanie mirrored in contained surprise. "That must have been a whole lot of cum..."

"Yeah, I can still taste it," Amelia said, sighing lightly. "Probably why I'm craving more of it, even if I don't particularly care for the taste."

"Was it really that many?" Nathan wondered, failing to recount the exact amount. "I lost count after the eighth."

"Yeah, I could tell," Amelia remarked sarcastically. "Sure made that shift a living hell. You had me constantly gagging for air on your cock while I handled orders. Totally ruined my makeup, too. Then you came home with me and just kept fucking my throat over and over. In my room, whenever I went to the bathroom, during dinner...at some point, I stopped being surprised by how you just kept going. Your stamina's practically inhuman, and you don't really ever seem to shoot out any less semen, even when you just came...no wonder you ended up taking up violating girls as a hobby. You produce a fuckton, so it makes sense that you're in constant need of release."

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Nathan apologized with a tone of genuine sincerity. "I really didn't mean to **** your mouth for almost twelve hours straight. Just felt really good, is all. If it makes you feel any better, I think you're the girl that makes me cum the most from deepthroats. When it's you specifically **** and gagging on cock, it just feels way better than any other girl's mouth."

"Well, aren't you a little sweetheart? I appreciate the kind words, Nathan. But really, when are you finally gonna stop apologizing?" Amelia whined with a roll of her eyes. "Should I be saying sorry to my neighbors every time I practice bass in the garage? It's a hobby, dude. Chill out and enjoy it however you want.

"Anyway, it'd be nice if you could find the time to empty your balls down my throat again," Amelia returned to her original point as she stood up straight again. Almost on instinct, Nathan extended an arm around the counter and took hold of one of her hefty breasts, squeezing it as he rubbed his thumb on her nipple. It elicited absolutely no reaction from Amelia, her train of thought uninterrupted. "If you're free tonight, stop by my place. Couple of my friends are coming over to hang out. Y'know, jam session. You can **** us as much as you want, but it'd be cool if you could let me drink some more of your cum."

"I'll try to stop by if I can," Nathan said with a nod. When he opened his mouth to speak again, the rising voice of an old man cut him short.

"Amelia, if the two of you ain't having sex, take his damn order already! Line's getting too damn long!"

It was only then that the three noticed the result of their ongoing conversation. A lengthy queue of hungry customers was now almost reaching the front door, some of whom appeared somewhat displeased with the situation.

"Sex implies consent, Tony," Amelia shouted back with a roll of her eyes, more concerned with making sure Nathan's hobby was correctly understood. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Tomayto, tomahto," the elderly chef yelled in response, "same damn difference. Clear that line, Amelia!"

"The usual?" Amelia brought her sights back to Nathan, her smile undisturbed by her boss hounding her.

"Yeah, thanks," Nathan agreed quickly, though he found himself quickly speaking again as he looked towards Melanie. "You want anything?"

"Huh?"

"You said you liked the food here, yeah? So do you want anything?"

Caught off guard, Melanie blinked as she processed the question. "Um, I'm not particularly hungry or anything...besides, this isn't a date, Nathan. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your cumdumpster. I'm just here so you can pump my butthole full of your jizz, remember? You're not exactly under any obligation to buy me anything..."

"Doesn't mean I can't get you something for the trouble," Nathan insisted, exhibiting a character of strangely thoughtful consideration for a man who wouldn't hesitate to **** any woman he fancied. "They do takeout. If you're not hungry now, they can box it and you can take it back to your dorm room. You said you don't have much food left, anyway."

"Buying you lunch? Yeah, you're definitely gonna reach regular cumdump status, hon," Amelia teased with a giggle. "Congrats on the day one promotion."

"Uh...well, if you're sure, then...I'll just have a chicken parmesan," Melanie decided slowly. A smile gradually broke through past her apprehension as Amelia jotted the order down on a notepad. "Thanks, Nathan! We only just met and you only brought me along so you could **** my butthole, but you really went and bought me lunch...you're such a sweet guy! I was already totally fine with the idea of you pounding my ass whenever you wanted, but now I'd say you actually deserve to **** me to your heart's content!"

Nathan caught his breath for a moment before assuring Melanie, her words striking a chord in him. "Er, yeah. Don't worry about. It's the least I could do."

"Total's ten bucks," Amelia announced. Preemptively raising a handheld scanner, she waited for Nathan to procure his phone with his free hand. Swiping through a digital payment app and loading up a barcode, he held it for Amelia to scan. Nathan released her chest from his grasp as she handed him a small ticket. "Ten minutes for your pepperoni slices. The takeout will be ready by the time you're done."

"Appreciate it, Amelia," Nathan said in earnest thanks. As he turned around with Melanie to make way for the tables, she stopped him short again with a call.

"Remember what I said, Nathan," she cordially reminded him despite how present her request had just been. "My place tonight if you can. Get all of us pregnant if you feel like it, just try to cum inside my mouth a few times. If you wouldn't mind, obviously."

Leaving her with a small nod of acknowledgement, Nathan turned once more and surveyed the area for a free table. To his surprise, it was Melanie who secured one, and it came about in a manner he hadn't expected.

"Oh, hey! Vivian! Karla!"

In a fit of excitement, Nathan's blonde-haired cumdumpster quickly made her way over to a table with half-eaten plates of food in the corner of the restaurant. Her strides made her ass bounce in a way that Nathan couldn't possibly look away from, his eyes hyper focused on her swaying cheeks as he followed her. Coming to a stop in front of the table, Melanie gifted a beaming grin to two girls sitting on opposite ends of it. "Crazy running into you two here! You just get out of class?"

Approaching the table, Nathan got a proper look at the individuals Melanie had approached. On the left side of the table, a girl roughly the same age as Melanie sat, her the brilliance of her blue eyes offset by the dark crimson wine shade of her dyed hair. Freckles dotted the fair white skin of her face, and a light voice responded. "Hey, Mel. I'm already done for the day, but Vivian's still got Calculus II. Just thought we'd meet up for lunch real quick."

Vivian, then, must have been the slightly older girl sitting across her, Nathan presumed. Bearing lovely skin of a mocha hue, her locks of jet black were fashioned in a messy up-do bun. She shared with Karla in looking at Melanie with a smile, her eyes of hazel appearing especially gentle behind her square-rimmed glasses. "Should've figured we'd see you here, Melanie. You never shut up about this place."

Coming to a stop next to Melanie, Nathan confirmed the theory running through his head as he began to finger Melanie's pussy and asshole simultaneously with hands in front and behind her. Karla was dressed in nothing more than a T-shirt rolled up to above her small breasts and leggings pulled down just below her ass. Vivian, meanwhile, was lazily wearing an unhooked bra slung around her arms, her large, shapely breasts completely uncovered. Her lower half was practically nonexistent, consisting merely of a thong which was around a single leg. The two were students of Lunar University much like Melanie, wearing disheveled outfits as a result of Nathan's campaign of sudden sexual frenzy.

"It's the best! You guys have good taste," Melanie proudly declared. With Nathan's fingers freely exploring her holes, her lower half shivered slightly as she became more and more moist the deeper he pressed against her insides. To his pleasure, her physical reaction both started and stopped at her genitals as she remained outwardly calm and relaxed while addressing her friends.

Going even further, Nathan nudged his head towards Melanie's shoulder. Getting the idea very quickly, the blonde raised her arm, allowing him access to her cleanly shaven armpit. Slick with a thin coating of sweat. Nathan wasted no time alternating between broad licks of her underarm and slow, measured inhales of her pleasantly intoxicating body odor. He found himself getting even harder as she continued speaking in a manner far too laid-back for a woman being so ravenously defiled in public right in front of her friends. "I see you guys didn't really put much thought into an actual outfit for the new dress code, either, huh?"

"I was in the middle of getting dressed for Sociology when the e-mail went out," Vivian explained with a slight grimace. "I was rushing and I only had these panties and this bra on, so I just kind of...let them fall off and kept going about my day, I guess."

"Yeah, didn't have much time myself," Karla equally confessed. With a shift of her eyes towards Nathan, it was at this point that his ongoing molestation of Melanie was properly addressed. Amazingly, however, it was in mere passing as she looked back to Melanie. "Guess we have that horndog to thank for that, don't we?"

"Oh, don't be mean!" Melanie quickly countered in defense of the man blatantly fingerfucking her from both ends while simultaneously licking her armpit. Nathan's plan of action evolved further as he began to rub his hardened member against the side of Melanie's thigh, his mind temporarily lost to the pleasure of overtly **** a woman in front of her friends. "He's actually a super nice guy! He bought me lunch just now!"

"Damn, really?" Vivian commented as she pushed up her glasses, equipped with an impressed expression. "A gentleman, then. Nice."

"So, what, he runs into you here and gets up all in your personal space and buys you lunch?" Karla questioned, laughing to herself. "That supposed to make up for it?"

"Actually, he ran into me at the dorm and decided he wanted to bring me here so he could use me while he had lunch," Melanie calmly clarified. Despite Nathan continuing to ravage her with a triple threat, she was unbothered by his excessive lust as Karla responded.

"So he dragged you here, then. Sure, that makes it better, I guess."

"Uh, Karla?" Vivian spoke up, an eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Getting some of those classic sarcastic passive aggressive vibes of yours here..."

"Yeah, seriously," Melanie mimicked the sentiment. "What's the deal?"

Karla's only immediate response was a sigh accompanied with a shake of her head. Pulling out her phone from her purse on the table, she scrolled through something as she spoke her mind. "Just can't say I entirely understand him or any of this, I guess."

"So...you're judging him?" Melanie pieced together slowly.

"I'm not—"

"You definitely are," Vivian cut off Karla with a strained laugh of disbelief. She and Melanie both shared in openly challenging their friend's viewpoint with looks of incredulity. "You serious right now, Karla? All because of a leisure activity he likes doing?"

"Yeah, don't be judgmental, Karla!" Melanie urged with an open frown. "Seriously, it's not like he's hurting anyone! All he's doing is **** girls he likes. I mean, sure, maybe it can be a little inconvenient for us, but anyone can see how harmless an innocent hobby like this is!"

"Even if he got you pregnant?" Karla proposed, looking as if she had been waiting to unveil her point as an ultimate counter. To her surprise, both Melanie and Vivian replied with exaggerated rolls of their eyes.

Feeling a sudden shift in interest, Nathan broke away from Melanie. Leaving her be, he approached Vivian, climbing onto the padded seat of her half of the booth. His crotch at level with her head, he pushed his cock against her face, rubbing it against her cheek and prodding the tip of it against her lips. The dark skinned girl continued speaking without issue, her eyes falling to the phone in her hands as Nathan slapped his cock harder on her face.

"Oh no, the guy who has a perfectly good reason to **** me might end up knocking me up! God, big fucking deal, Karla. Talk about first world problems," Vivian stated with a distinct lack of concern. "Even if it got me pregnant, I'd be much happier knowing I helped a guy enjoy himself doing what he loves. I can deal with whatever comes after later, when and if it happens. It's way more important to validate someone's interests."

"Yeah, exactly!" Melanie sounded off in agreement. The inside of her thighs were damp with her pussy juices, having had potentially experienced orgasm during Nathan's **** but never showing signs of it if so. "Imagine if someone told you to stop doing photography just cause it inconvenienced them in some way. You wouldn't, would you?"

"Of course not," Karla was quick to defend herself, and in doing so, she sighed again as the logic fell into place for her. "You're right, getting pregnant cause of him wouldn't be any sort of problem. I get it, I get it. Sorry."

A pleasurable tingling sensation cascaded throughout Nathan's body—it was the result of Karla's submission to the incomprehensible notion that getting knocked up by him would be no issue at all, and it came to a focused point at his cock.

With his years of exploitative casual ****, Nathan had run into this type of situation plenty of times before already. Though a vast majority of people he had met were either openly encouraging or entirely indifferent of his choice of recreational activity, there were always some exceptions to the rule. Outspoken minds were far and few between, but they were there all the same, and they would commonly question and even challenge his choice of lifestyle. They didn't always go down as easily as Karla, but even in situations where resistance was high, they still never bothered to try and put any actual stop to his actions.

Over time, Nathan grew to love hearing the clash of opinions on his actions, and any successful conversion of mindset served his lust excellently as it just did.

Now feeling himself properly ready for the release he had been teasing himself with ever since his departure of the dorm, Nathan relinquished Vivian of her duty as his current plaything. Stepping away from her and off the booth seat, he returned to Melanie, coming to her backside.

A gentle push of his hand against her back was all the instruction she needed—she leaned forwards, resting her arms on the dining table after pulling out her phone once again. "Oh, you guys aren't gonna believe what Roger texted me yesterday," she spoke up, initiating idle conversation as Karla and Vivian returned to the rest of their meals.

"Ugh, that dickhead is still bothering you?" Vivian whined between bites of her pasta. "God, what's his fucking deal?"

"Let's hear it," Karla invited the gossip, looking at Melanie with a half-expectant gaze.

As their chatter continued, Nathan's hands sank into the pillow-soft flesh of Melanie's curvaceous behind. Gripping her cheeks by their center, he spread them wide open. Holding them in place, he marveled at the sight of her exposed asshole, puckered and ready for a fast and rough pounding.

His cock trembling, Nathan called out to Melanie and briefly interrupted her with a statement he knew he didn't need to make just so he could hear her response. "Melanie, I'm going to **** your asshole now."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, of course, Nathan!" she responded in kind, looking behind herself only for a moment to acknowledge him. "You can do as you please with my butt! My pussy's right there, too, if you decide you want to fuck that hole instead. Cum inside of me as much as you'd like!"

"Yeah, I might finish in your pussy," Nathan said quietly, the sight of her exposed anus still locking him into an almost trancelike state. "I think I want to try and knock you up. I might even drop a second or third load inside there just to really make sure I get you pregnant. Hope that's not too much of a problem."

"Didn't you hear us a second ago, silly? It's no problem at all if you impregnate us!" Melanie happily reassured Nathan, giggling cutely as she shook her head. "Seriously, if it comes to that, that's my problem to deal with, not yours. Just enjoy yourself and **** me until you get bored! I don't mind if you're rough, either, so feel free to do it as fast and as hard as you want, okay?"

Casual acceptance of being **** and potentially knocked up by a stranger she just met, coupled with nonchalant reassurance of his complete innocence in wanting to do so.

It absolutely never failed to get Nathan off, and as the head of his member began to slide inside of Melanie's anus, he could only brace himself for just how good her tight, warm asshole was about to make him feel.