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College Love and Sex, Part Two
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Continuation from part one ... do not read if you are under 18 years of
age or do not like sexually explicit material!!
Peter felt that he couldn't hold back any longer. His hands
moved quickly along his shaft as he felt the most wonderful
sensations begin to well up inside him. He knew it was coming
soon, and so he backed off. He began to stroke his cock very
slowly. He had found that going to the brink of orgasm and then
returning again several times was more satisfying than just
going for it like his friends used to do. He rubbed the tip of
his penis slowly in circular movements, letting himself relax
his pace before starting again.
Julie looked at Mary lying naked on the bad beside her, eyes
closed, fingers moving ever so slowly in and out of her love
canal. Julie had seen her like this one time before. Mary was
not often so taken by a man. "Why don't you go see him?" Julie
asked her friend.
Mary opened her eyes and looked over at Julie, realizing where
she was and what had happened. "Incredible," she moaned. Then
she thought about what Julie had just said and replied, "Do you
think I could? But I don't know where he lives."
Julie grinned as she said, "Yes you do. I found his name in
the school directory. Coit Hall, room 406. You should go
surprise him!"
Mary ran the idea through her head for a moment. She could see
herself entangled in his strong arms, connected in love. A
smile spread across her lips, lighting up her face. She threw
on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans along with some old tennis
shoes and headed for the door. "Don't wait up, I hope!" she
giggle as she opened the door and slipped out.
Although Mary wasn't very tall, she was muscular and quick.
Her mind full of suspense and her heart full of desire, she ran
towards Peter's dorm. Once in the building, she quickly found
his room. Peter was laying on his bed, prepared finally to
reach those orgasmic heights. He let his hand work over his
granite cock with ever increasing speed and fury. His moans
filled the room along with his cries for Mary. He felt the
semen welling up, about to explode into the air. He wasn't
going to stop it this time, it was too late and it felt too good.
Mary thought she heard someone crying out in the room. She
tried the door and found it unlocked. She opened it slightly
ajar and peeked in. There on the bed was Peter, nude and
rubbing the length of his wonderful cock. Mary licked her lips
and smiled as she silently stepped into the room. Peter's eyes
were closed as white globs burst violently from the tip of his
perfect erection. The fluids splashed down on his stomach and
legs and bed. He continued rubbing slowly as he breathed
deeply, his chest heaving. Mary watched as he shrank back to
normal size and he moved his hand over his stomach, tracing
sperm over his chest to his mouth.
Mary felt herself becoming aroused from watching this
extravagant affair. She reached down and felt her jeans
becoming ever so slightly wet. She watched in awe as Peter
basked in the after glow of his experience, his eyes still
closed. Then she heard him whispering so softly, so sweetly,
"Oh, Mary, thank you. Oh, how I wish it were really you. I
love you, ever part of you, ever since I saw you. Thank you,
Mary, thank you."
Hearing his words, Mary felt her face turn red. He loved her!
Oh, and how she loved him. She wanted him more than life
itself. As she stared at his body resting peacefully, covered
in his sexual juices, she moved slightly, making the softest
noise.
Peter thought he heard something by the door. He realized in
his haste he hadn't locked it. Maybe his roommate had returned.
He opened his eyes and the darted towards the door. Standing
with legs spread ever so slightly and hands rubbing between them
ever so gently was Mary.
Peter sat up quickly, cum dripping down off his chest. His
eyes were filled with passion and fright at the same time. He
was unsure what to do. He had no way to hide himself or his
act. He spoke lowly in a broken voice, "Mary, how did you?
When did you get here? What did you see?!"
"Enough," she whispered, "I saw enough. I watched you cum, and
I heard what you said about me."
"I didn't mean for you to hear that. You weren't supposed to
see this," he stuttered.
Mary looked him in the eyes. She could see the passion, the
love. Peter went to get up, but Mary quickly stepped over to
him. She put her hands on his chest, rubbed her finger across
his manly fluids. Then she licked her finger and smiled at him.
She pushed him slowly back against the bed, leaned over his
strong body, and kissed him deeply on the lips. Their tongues
danced in and out of each other's mouths passionately, lovingly.
Mary moved close to peter, putting her leg over his, her arms
around his chest. Her shirt was smeared with cum, but she
didn't mind. The two continued to kiss slowly, deeply. Against
her leg, Mary felt Peter's manliness returning quickly.
Peter pulled away from their kiss and looked into Mary's deep
blue eyes. He thought he saw, no, he knew he saw, love there.
Love and wanting and passion. His face was but inches from
hers. They both were breathing heavy, their hearts were beating
in unison. Peter brushed Mary's golden hair from her face to
reveal its full glory, and said gently, "Mary, I love you. I
don't understand how this has happened or why, but I know it's
right. I want to be with you, Mary, in every way. I want to
give myself to you. I want to feel myself deep within your
being, within your heart and soul. I want to make love to you,
and give you a gift."
"What gift is that?" Mary asked coyly.
"The gift of my love, and more. I want to give you my
virginity. It is something I have held dear, and you to take it
now, tonight."
"You mean I'll be your first?" Mary asked somewhat caught off
guard. "Then I will accept your gift, and return to you all my
love and all my soul and all my heart. I've never wanted anyone
like I want you tonight, Peter. I don't understand it either,
but it is right. I love you."
Once again the two locked in a kiss, a kiss more passionate and
true than either of them had ever felt before. And while they
kissed, Mary ran her fingers along Peter's side, down his inner
thigh, and then over his engorged penis. She felt it jerk
beneath her fingers and smiled as they kissed.
It had been nearly twenty minutes since the two had spoken with
words, confessing their love, when Peter turned Mary onto her
back. He stood up and locked the door to the bedroom. He then
lit a single candle he had saved in case of a power outage, and
turned out the lights. Mary's eyes glowed in the low,
flickering light as Peter returned to her side. He bent down
and removed her shoes, holding her feet gently in his hands. He
rubbed her soft toes between his expert fingers, then licked her
soles. Mary closed her eyes and moaned softly at his touch
while he massaged and kissed her tender feet.
Peter climbed up onto the bed and perched himself along Mary's
side. She simply smiled at him, lying in wait for his touch.
He reached his hands over her T-shirt, running them slowly along
her sides then lifting her arms over her head. He slipped one
hand and then the other under her shirt and moved them up her
body, feeling her stomach, her chest, her breasts and nipples.
Mary shuddered as Peter's fingers moved gently over her hard
nipples, and smiled as he brought her shirt off over her head to
expose her shapely breasts.
Peter moved over her body, placing his pulsating member between
her beautiful breasts. He circled them slowly, tracing an
unending line with his fingers while rocking his penis slowly
between the two mounds. Mary licked her lips and closed her
eyes as she felt his fingers growing closer to her nipples. And
then she felt his warm mouth take her left nipple in and massage
it between his lips while still rubbing the other with his
skillful hands.
After many minutes of pleasurable work on Mary's firm breasts
and hard nipples, Peter moved along her body to the foot of the
bed. He bent forward and took the zipper of her pants between
his teeth and slowly pulled it open revealing her wet vagina and
glistening clitoris. Before pulling the pants from her, Peter
kissed her secret place slowly, letting his tongue dive within
her. And then finally the two were both naked and together.
Peter ran his throbbing organ over Mary's leg, up her thigh,
over her sopping clitoris, up her taught stomach, between her
breasts, finally finding a home between her lips. Mary took in
his love stick and ran her tongue along its length while Peter
ran his fingers through her hair. Then, as he felt his arousal
increasing more, Peter moved down and positioned himself at his
lover's side. His lips met hers and their kiss united them
again.
Mary could feel Peter's rock hard penis pressed firmly against
her buttocks and lower back as he kissed her and ran his fingers
over her breasts and stomach. Then ever so slowly, his hands
worked down her body to her sacred opening. There Peter's
fingers danced over the fine hairs of Mary's love hole, flirting
with her clitoris, but not touching it. Mary could feel herself
becoming hotter and wetter as he slowly, ever so slowly moved
his fingers within her body. Peter's fingers at last found
their way to her vaginal entrance and slowly plunged within her
perfect love cavity. And as his fingers moved within her,
Peter's thumbs squeezed Mary's clit between them with a loving,
warm touch.
Peter felt the wetness of his lover on his fingers, her hidden
folds surrounding them. He wanted to enter her with his love
organ, but determined to satisfy her before himself. He
whispered softly his love to Mary between lustful kisses, loving
kisses. And then, after nearly an hour of gentle persuasion and
work, Peter felt Mary begin to contract around his fingers. She
arched her back ever so slightly and began to moan ever so
softly. Knowing his lover was nearing orgasm, Peter removed his
fingers from her sacred temple and replaced them with his
strong, hard penis. As he penetrated her, Mary moaned and
called his name.
Peter began to rock rhythmically upon his love. He moved
deeper within her with each push, deeper both physically and
spiritually. Mary's eyes were closed, her lips were entwined
with Peter's. She wrapped her legs sweetly around his lower
back and her arms around his neck as the two continued to make
passionate love. Mary began to breath heavier and heavier, her
moans becoming louder and being interspersed with shouts of
ecstasy and love. Peter couldn't believe how wonderful it felt
to be inside her, his penis buried deep within his lover,
surrounded by moist, warm love. He too began to moan and cry
out her name.
After several minutes of Peter moving inside her, Mary
tightened and let out a shriek of joy and intense pleasure. Her
orgasm was long and hard, the most intense she had ever felt.
And as she came off her orgasm she found joy in watching her
partner, who had so fulfilled her, begin to climax as well.
Peter felt Mary's orgasm rush through her and into his love
member and his body. He shared her intense love and pleasure
even though he had not yet come. And as his mind filled with
thoughts of love, he felt his penis jump within her deepest
chambers. Peter cried out his love for Mary between moans of
pleasure as he emptied his manly load deep within her. He
tensed as he shot cum within his love, then fell slowly atop
her.
The two kissed long and deep, Peter's organ still buried within
Mary but shrinking from its climax. The two felt their bodies,
naked, pressed firmly together. They were wet from each other's
juices, warm and fulfilled. Peter and Mary expressed their love
and thanks in their kisses and with their eyes, not speaking
again that night. Instead the two remained entangled together
and fell asleep in each other's loving arms. Neither one knew
what the morning would bring, but they would face it together
with love and passion.
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