'Oh, God, you're jealous,' slurred Rhonda. She brushed the hair to the side of her face and shook her head.
'No, I'm not jealous, I'm furious. Furious with having to watch you end up with every man I try to get? Also with having to dress in this damned darkness! Where are my panties? Damnit! Where are they?'
As Susan ranted about the bedroom, throwing sharp curses about, Rhonda lay back and relaxed. She looked up at the uncomfortable Neil and said, 'I think we boo-booed. She saw you first and I stepped in. Can you show her that it meant nothing?'
'How?' Neil asked. As soon as the question left his lips he knew it was stupid.
Rhonda just stared at him with a complacent smile on her pink-cheeked face. Neil knew what to do. But he didn't really know how. Now was the time for him to assert himself, to approach that ravishing redhead with the green eyes and lay her out on the bed. He looked own at his cock. It was still up, firm, tight, as big as ever. He knew his cock wouldn't fail him. The rest was courage.
'Here they are!' announced Susan as she stooped to the floor and grabbed some underwear.
Neil was greeted with the rise of her short-skirt hem and a fine view of the round, peach-like humps of her bare ass. It was a sight that melted any hesitation in his body, Susan's backside was a masterwork of perfect symmetry and balance. Each full cheek was identical to the other, the deep-running dark crack which separated them was a wide valley keeping the two buns from touching.
Neil stood as she pulled the shorts up her legs. He said nothing, just walked to her and put his arms around her hard-set shoulders. She looked up into his face, a tear dribbled from her right eye to trace down her cheek As she spoke her lower lip quivered. 'I'll be out of your way in a minute.'
He pressed his mouth down hard on hers and sent his tongue deep inside. Her tongue tried to resist, tried to expel him, but the rest of her body melted meekly into his full embrace. He felt the firm press of her breasts and then the comfortable push of two eager hips. The tongue stopped fighting and began to lick like it belonged to a scolded dog trying to make amends.
Neil spun her around like they were dancing and simply fell on her toward the bed. She hit the mattress below him and with a crushing slam Neil knocked the breath out of her. She went completely limp, her arms fell to the side, a loud exhaust of air blasted from her mouth.
'Uhhhhhggggg!' she groaned.
'Oh, I'm sorry,' said Neil. He now realized where his self-confidence left off and his overconfidence began.
But Susan didn't seem to care. A wide smile covered her face and with an eager flash of white teeth she once again coupled her mouth to his. Neil worked his fingers along the buttons of her uniform jacket until it lay open and only a blouse was left. Patiently he started back at the top and traveled down the buttons. She wore no bra. When he reached up his hand glided into the smoothest flesh he had yet encountered. Her pure white tits were as soft as whipped cream, the nipples were pliant dots of elastic flesh which quickly hardened.
He felt her hand grab around the base of his pecker and slide up and down with a fast, gentle stroke. She worked the length of muscle with dexterity, starting deep down on the base and pulling completely upward to the head before making a tight, twisting squeeze.
Neil pushed her skirt up to her waist and reached for her underpants but she stopped him. 'Wait, I don't want my skirt dirtied or wrinkled. I have to wear it later.'
Susan obligingly undid the skirt and put it aside. Neil almost fell off the bed in a fit of contained laughter when he saw the last garment she had on. It was his swim-team trunks. Bright red nylon trunks pulled comfortably up around her sweet ass and wrinkled into the clamp of her crotch.
He had to look away. It was too much. The laughter was fighting to burst from his lungs but he didn't want to send Susan into another temper tantrum at this delicate moment. He kept his eyes averted until she pulled the trunks from her legs and, without even determining who they belonged to, dropped them to the floor.
Neil felt her hand once again wrap around his cock and slowly stroke. He rolled to his side, down next to her cool, white form. With his hands he explored the curving slopes and rises of her body. He rubbed her nipples and put his lips to the soft white flesh. With his tongue he tried to trace the meandering path of a blue vein.
'Oh… you seem so calm, so experienced,' she said.
Neil lifted his face and looked into hers. He saw at least ten years' difference in age, but he felt little gap between mental developments. She grinned like a thrilled child and squirmed her shoulders. Neil laid his tongue in the area between her tits and licked straight down until smelling the approach of her cooking cunt.
He stopped when his tongue touched her sparse, thin pubic hair. She was plastered out on her back and gasping uncontrollably. She was really turned on! He had her helplessly under his whole control, anything he wanted to do with her supple, heaving body, he could!
Neil's cock was screaming-hard and hot He pushed her legs apart and stared down at the tiny river flowing from between the lips of her small, tight cunt. But no, he had just had Rhonda that way, it was time to experiment. He pushed Susan's hip until she tumbled onto her stomach. She was gasping so hard he was positive she hadn't even noticed.
Before him lay the sculptured lumps of her perfect fanny. Neil was delighted, her ass was smooth, firm, ripe, and plump. From the knees down Susan was off the mattress, Neil stood and moved between her feet He pushed her limber legs apart and moved as far forward as he could. Then he pulled her toward him.
As her hips came to the edge of the bed her legs bent down and she was on her knees. Neil went to his knees between hers and found his plan would work. His cock was at the exact height and position for effortless, free-swinging entry. Susan's head lifted up, but all he heard was an anxious sigh.
Neil watched as his cock head pressed into the soft skin of her pussy. Watched as the lips were pushed inward and stretched out to all sides around him. Then he backed up slightly and the lips flowed out to circle and clasp his cock head around the rim of the glans.
Juices soaked her whole crotch and his entering cock. He took his time slipping the thick shaft into the hole so he could watch, observe, learn. By gripping her on each side of her hips he was able to ply his hard meat inside her straining cunt before she whimpered.
He was hurting her! He pulled quickly back Susan's head lifted and she moaned, 'Don't stop… please… fill me up with that beautiful penis.'
Neil pressed inside once more. This time things went easier, deeper, his flesh slid much more slickly against her tight, hugging tissue. He looked down at the heart shape of her ass as his long pecker disappeared below and almost yelled out loud in delight. Doggie style! I'm going it doggie style with a stewardess!
He enjoyed the maneuverability the position offered. Susan was spread out before him and really couldn't do much, but he was able to whip his cock with the fastest movements he had yet attained. She was groaning and writhing her torso from side to side as his long prick rammed deep inside her sweltering cunt.
He pushed her buns together and felt the increase of gripping pressure at her cunt opening. When he slid his hands under her hips and slightly elevated her, his cock gyrated hard on the upper rim of her cock-filled pussy. But when he pressed down hard on Susan's ripe bottom he found the greatest reaction of all.
By doing this he was forcing his shaft to scrub her lower pussy with solid force. But when entering, the base of his cock would stab with strong force right into her pebblelike clitoris. Each stab caused her to cry out and clip her glaring buns with greater fever.
Neil pressed down hard on her rump and sent his hips into constant digging motion. Susan's cries were at first loud, distinct yelps of pleasure. Then they calmed to deep, internal whines, and soon Neil heard nothing at all but the lap of her tongue washing about her lips.
His eyes were closed and he concentrated hard on not breaking his rapid rhythm. His cock was heated, burning, grinding in and out with blurring fury. His legs were beginning to feel tired and forcing him to slow down when he opened his eyes and saw what it actually was that muffled Susan's cries.
Rhonda had slid down the bed with her legs open and inviting, and Susan's red-haired head was bobbing up and down with tiny slurps of her tongue as it caressed the offered pussy. Neil's eyes bulged and he realized why Rhonda wasn't hesitant at all about masturbating in front of her roommate.
He slowed his pace and took deep, meaningful plunges far into the soaked internal regions of Susan. Rhonda's body was rolling from side to side, her breasts jostled and tumbled with each motion. He concentrated on the tits and softly caressed the round buns below him as if they were one and the same.
Susan's backside never stopped clipping up and down while he slipped lazily in and out. Then he felt himself
