You Want to Fuck Jeanne

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” you reply, smiling through your teeth.

A bigger lie has never been told. But the way this blonde thing has been looking tonight has gotten you riled up beyond belief. Consequences be damned, you’re going to get a piece of that pussy, and the way that Jeanne lights up at your words gives you a fuzzy glow inside. How could that bright smile possibly be wrong? You’re doing her a service.

“I knew it, I just knew it,” Jeanne laughs, squeezing your arm. “We were always meant to be together.”

You laugh and smile and make some half-witty comment, and before you know it, the food has come and you make more conversation over bites of some dish. The details don’t matter. You know it. She knows it. Everyone knows it. Maybe that’s why everything feels like a haze to you. The minutes roll by and you pick up the bill. Jeannes’ been making eyes at you all dinner, and you’ve been unable to tear your eyes off her tight body. You can’t wait to tear off her dress.

It happens soon enough.

“Fuck me, Alex, make me your slut,” Jeanne moans in your ear, as soon as the door slams shut to your dorm room.

“You’ve been waiting to say that all night, haven’t you,” you say, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up.

She yelps in surprise, nodding meekly as you carry her to the bed. You push her down on your sheets, kissing her hard, and then move to her neck. Your teeth graze skin and you hear the suck of her breath.

“Yes, mark me Alex, make me yours,” she moans.

You waste no time in biting down and sucking on her bare neck, your hands running up the sides of this hot blonde’s dress. She moans and writhes under you, hands pressing against your chest, her back arching. Your hands find straps and undo them, pausing to paw at her tits as their covering falls away. You suck harder, working on giving her a hickey that’ll last. The heat of her skin under your mouth only turns you further on.

Then, you pull away, the red welt already beginning to show. That’ll do the job.

“Oh, Alex, I need your massive cock in me right now,” Jeanne moans, grabbing your cock through your pants. “Please just take me.”

“Then strip for me, you little slut,” you command.

The results are enjoyable. Jeanne does a little teasing dance, wriggling out of her dress and shimmying off her panties. Something about her slim waist and the way her ass shakes as she undresses you drives you wild. You strip after she does, hurrying to shed as many layers as possible, and then you grab a condom and wrap it on. If you’re going to stick your dick in crazy, you might as well do it right.

“Fuck me Alex,” Jeanne cries out as you slam her back against the bed.

You waste no time in lining your cock up against the entrance to her slit. It’s glistening and you wonder just how wet she is.

“A whore like you doesn’t deserve my cock,” you say.

You pause, and then probe a finger into her cunt instead.

“No, please, Alex,” she moans, grabbing your arm. “I need you inside of me. Please!”

“This is me,” you laugh, pushing your finger deeper into her. She’s damn tight, and damn wet too. “This is what you wanted, right? To be used like a whore?”

“Oh fuck that’s right, use me,” she whimpers, her eyes shining up at you.

You finger Jeanne hard, working in more and more fingers until you’ve got four digits in there, all pressed up deep inside of her. She bucks against your hand, unable to resist her desire, as you plow her with your digits.

“You like this,” you mutter in her ear. “You don’t care if it’s my cock in you. You just want to get off, you naughty girl.”

“No, Alex, I want your cock, I need your cock, please give it to me,” she cries, grabbing your hand.

You laugh, pulling your fingers out. Your cock is rock hard and ready to go, but you don’t fuck her. Not just yet. You manhandle her, pulling her up to her knees, and she yelps, surprised. But she’s pliant, like putty in your arms, and you feel up her tits, grab her ass, let yourself enjoy this nubile young blonde’s body. You spend a minute caressing and savoring her, getting to know her curves intimately, intermittently fingering her and teasing her more. Finally, when you’ve had enough, you push her over your desk, her ass sticking up and presenting itself for you.

“You have such a tight little ass,” you say, spanking it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jeanne mutters, “please just give it to me, I want you so badly.”

Unable to resist her any longer, you give in to your desires and thrust in, your cock filling her up with one long motion. She’s so tight that it’s difficult to go all the way, and you stop at the halfway mark, forcing inch after inch into her. Her legs splay wider and you drive her into your desk. You hold her down by the hair, handling her roughly.

“Yes, Alex, OH YES,” she yells, voice only barely muffled by the desk. “Deeper, please!”

“Fuck you’re so tight,” you grunt, struggling to make progress.

But the tightness is good, a unique pleasure that most guys only get from deathgripping themselves, and you **** your way further and further into her, until you see all your length disappearing into her.

“Now I’ll fuck you like the slut you are,” you say, bending over to whisper the words straight down her ear.

A shiver runs down her back as she moans: “Please, Alex, anything for your cock.”

You slide back out and then **** yourself back into her, pounding into her with as much strength as you can muster. Though she’s tight, she’s also dripping wet, and it’s enough lubrication to let you slide freely in and out of her, now that you’ve cleared the initial hurdle of bottoming out in her. With long, fast strokes, you take her over and over again, pounding her into your desk.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK,” Jeanne cries out, “ALEX THIS IS SO GOOOOD!”

“I’m damn good,” you mutter, spanking her ass again as you feel yourself getting into a good rhythm. This feels transcendent. Are you really this good at sex?

“OH make me cum Alex please your cock is so big inside of me I need more of you,” Jeanne says, the dirty talk just tumbling out of her mouth on command.

It gets both of you going, though, and you up the pace, slamming into her harder and harder into the desk, pushing her closer and closer to her limit. The sight of her ass against your balls is the hottest thing. You fuck, fuck, fuck away at her. Her bare back. Her blonde hair a mess over your table. It’s raw and pure sex. Her hips sway back against you frantically, the two of you joined in a breakneck rhythm that feels so good and promises such a sweet release, that you fear where you’ll end up after crossing that chasm.

But you want nothing more than to get to it. You push Jeanne harder into your desk, not caring that her face is smushed up against the desk, her wide eyes staring back at you, her blonde hair pulled back, her entire body strewn over the table like a fuckdoll to be used by you. Your cock tears through her without regard for her welfare. You’re an animal, just wanting to use her for your own pleasure, and you’re loving the feeling.

Then, Jeanne climaxes.

“YES, ALEX, YES, OHMYGOD,” she screams, “THIS IS THE APOGEE OF MY LIFE, IT’S SO GOOD FUCK ALEX—”

And amidst her screams you feel yourself coming to the brink too. Unable, unwilling, unwanting to hold yourself back any further, you let yourself cum. It fires off with **** inside her (and inside the condom), thick ropes of your cum spilling into her, until you’ve left Jeanne a quivering mess.

“Oh fuck that felt so good Alex, I want to feel you inside me again,” she continues to murmur as you pull your rapidly limpening member out of her. Her legs are half jelly against your table, and you wonder if she’ll be able to walk okay. “Oh Alex, your cock is so good…”

“You’re not bad yourself,” you laugh, giving her ass one last slap for good measure.

There’s a pause. You hear Jeanne take a deep breath. Is she catching her breath?

“Alex, I love you,” she says, with that same smile she’s been giving you all evening.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh………

Your brain goes full shutdown for a solid ten seconds as you process what she’s just said.

“You’re so hot, you’re so smart, you’re so cool, you’re everything to me,” she keeps saying, and you slowly blink back at her.

“Uh…. I think we should get dressed,” you say. You scratch your head. “Jeanne, you’re probably high on oxytocin. I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

“No way, I know that you’re the one for me,” she says, sounding so convinced that you believe it for a second.

“No, Jeanne, please get dressed. You’re great and all, but I kinda have something urgent coming up—” a bald faced lie “—and I didn’t really plan on this happening so I’m running a bit late…”

“That doesn’t matter!” she says, grabbing onto your arm.

“It does, I really can’t be late,” you say, pushing her off of you.

“Okay, fine,” she pouts. “But I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, if I’m free, but I’m kind of busy,” you say quickly.

“But you can make time for me?” she asks, giving you puppy dog eyes that are hard as hell to ignore.

“Just… get dressed, I really am running late,” you say, throwing on your own clothes.

Reluctantly, she does get dressed, and it takes a bit of shoving and dodging a kiss on the lips before you get her out the door, and then you start to wonder what sort of hell you’ve just brought upon yourself.

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