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Finishing the Trifecta
I was going for the trifecta: fucking three different women at different times, all within 24 hours. I had been banging Allison, a waitress at my job, for awhile and had fucked her the night before, and again in the morning. She was a very cute woman, 33 and petite. She was 5' even and no more than 90 lbs. I'm 6'6", 250 myself, so usually I go for a bigger woman, but Allison was a decent lay and close at hand. Now, I had just left Ken and Lisa's, a couple I met on Adult FriendFinder. Lisa was more my type, thick with a nice set of 38D tits. I tend to get turned off, though, if a woman has more tattoos than I do, which was the case with Lisa.
But she was one of those who can't get enough BBC and she sucked good dick, so her husband Ken just watched while she blew me before I fucked her good. But despite having begun and ended the day fucking, I was still horny. Guess that happens to a lot of 23-year-old guys. Knowing exactly where I had to go, I headed to a nearby college town to hit up the bars. There was still time for me to finish the trifecta.
There were three main bars in the town where I was headed.
One was good for cheap drinks and another was good for dancing and picking up older women. I, however, was heading for the third, where the sorority girls hung out. I was fresh out of college, so I still remembered what it was like to trawl through a crowded bar, looking for a hot chick to bring home. This place was no different than any of bars where I went to school. It was cramped, dark and packed wall to wall with tits and ass. My kind of place. I grabbed a beer from the bar and made my way to the dance floor to see what I could find. I call it a dance floor only because it was where people were dancing. For myself, I took a seat against a table that had been pushed off to the side and surveyed the scene. Ripe college girls were all around me, shaking asses and bouncing titties. Here and there, guys did their best to pick them up. Some tried to hold their own on the dance floor. Others tried to coax girls into dark corners for a little sweet talking. I just sat back and watched.
It wasn't long before Marcella started shaking her ass at me. Not just in my direction, but directly at me. I watched those juicy mounds bounce for a few seconds, weighing my options. The way her jeans clung to her ass, though, made my decision easy. Taking one last swig from my beer, I abandoned it in pursuit of what I really came for. I moved up behind her, grabbed her hips and we started to grind like only wanton college students can. As we swayed and writhed to the thumping hip-hop music, I took stock of my catch. She was another shorty, maybe about 5'2", but thicker than Allison, with a firm ass and a huge rack that I groped liberally on the dance floor. I was still behind her, so I couldn't see her face, but she was a blond, which are my favorite.
Even if she turned out to be a butter face, I could just bury my face in her huge tits while we fucked and just make sure I booked it out of there afterward. Luckily, it didn't come to that. It was a good 20 minutes of dirty dancing before we faced each other and exchanged names. Marcella had a cute, round face with big brown eyes. Her cheeks were red and flushed. It was hard to tell if it was due to the drink, the heat in the room or the fact that I had just spent 20 minutes pressing my erection up against her ass. In any event, we chatted as best we could in the din over another couple of drinks. I knew I had her in the bag from the get go, but I wasn't opposed to letting her get a little tipsy to help things along. After awhile, she asked if I would take her home, to which I readily agreed.
As we drove to her dorm, I couldn't help but to chuckle to myself. Marcella was only 19, and she gave off a sense of innocence, as if she didn't realize what was going to happen. Having done the college thing already, I knew the drill, but made a note to follow her lead. There was no sense in getting into any trouble over a drunk college chick.
When we got up to her room, though, it was clear that I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Marcella's roommate had apparently just moved out, so we had the place to ourselves, without any fear of being walked in on (a severely annoying danger of college life). I chatted her up a little longer, just to make sure she had a chance to relax and think about what was happening. The whole time though, she looked up at me with those eyes that just begged me to kiss her. Once I was certain of her consent, I was more than happy to oblige.
I planted a gentle one on her full, soft lips at first, gaining in passion as she returned my embrace. Soon, we were making out feverishly, groping and pawing at each other like the horny kids we were.
Coming up for air, I pulled Marcella's tight fitting tank top over her head. I was greeted with a glorious sight.
Her tits were even bigger than I thought, at least a DD cup, and ready to spill out of her bra. The garment wasn't strained for long, though, as Marcella reached back and unhooked it, unleashing those enormous melons. I was in heaven. I buried my face in them, licking and sucking as much as I could get my mouth on. Her stiff brown nipples matched the rest of her tits; thick, chewy nubs that I sucked and licked to my heart's content. Unsatisfied letting me to all the work, Marcella pushed me down on my back and straddled my waist. I could feel how hot she was as she ground her crotch into my stiff cock while starting to undress me. She pulled my shirt over my head, running her hands down my chest after it was off. Next, she moved down a little to make room so she could work on my pants. Marcella breathed heavily as she worked my belt, button and zipper. I could tell she was excited to finally see the stiffness that she has been rubbing against all night. When the waistband of my boxer shorts finally cleared my crotch and my ten inch hard on sprang up at her, I saw Marcella's jaw drop a little. It was clear that she had never seen one as big, at least not in real life. She was in for a treat.
Finally taking her eyes off of my throbbing cock, Marcella finished undressing me. When she was done, she licked her lips and it was then that I noticed they would be perfect for dick sucking. I was about to find out. Taking a handful of cock, Marcella pointed it straight up at her face and opened her mouth wide. When she had as much inside as she thought she could handle, she closed those full lips around my shaft. Her warm, wet mouth felt superb as she slowly began to bob her head up and down on my dick. From our conversation earlier, I knew that she didn't have much experience, and certainly none with a cock my size, but I was impressed with how she handled my rod. What she lacked in confidence for taking it deep down her throat, Marcella made up for with spectacular tongue action underneath the shaft and around the head. Though lacking is experience, she certainly knew how to suck dick and seemed to enjoy it as well. But as good as felt to have her blond head bob on my cock, it wasn't enough to make me cum. I was going to have to put in a little work of my own for that.
Lifting Marcella's head from my dick, I guided it up to mine. I kissed her deeply while rolling her onto her back and beginning my own work with her clothes. I twisted a fat nipple gently between my fingers before running my hand down her smooth stomach to her waist. In no time, I had her pants unbuttoned, and she was helping me take them off, along with her panties. She was eager as I. Still sucking and nibbling on her lips, neck and nipples, I busied my fingers with Marcella's pussy. I had never felt a girl so wet before I had touched her pussy. It was dripping. I easily slid a finger inside, curling is to rub her g-spot, while using my thumb to trace circles around her clit. She bucked and moaned under this treatment, gasping while I latched my lips onto a hardened nipple. Soon, Marcella's breaths came short and quick as she worked her hips and I felt a gush of wetness cover my fingers. I had never witnessed such a quiet orgasm, but the flush of red over her face and chest were all the confirmation I needed. I continued to rub her clit gently after the spasms had subsided. After she had caught her breath, Marcella looked at me with her round, brown eyes. "Will you lick my clit?" I just smiled at her before kissing my way down her stomach.
When I reached Marcella's pussy, I was a bit surprised.
When I was finger fucking her, I had noticed that she wasn't completely shaved. Where was some short peach fuzz covering her crotch. What surprised me, though, was that it was a shade of light brown that was nowhere near the color of the hair on her head. Amused, I dove into her sweet pussy. Based on her reaction, it seemed Marcella had little experience in having her pussy eaten too. She groaned and writhed as I assaulted her clit with my tongue, cumming again and again and soaking my face with her juices. It was all I could do to hold on and keep my mouth in contact with her pussy. "You lick my clit so good, " she panted before losing her breath to another orgasm. Content that I had satisfied her oral desires, I gave her clit one last lick, then surfaced.
Before moving all the way up Marcella's body, I found my pants on the floor and took a condom from the pocket. After rolling the rubber over my rock hard cock, I leaned down to kiss Marcella while placing the head at the entrance of her sopping cunt. The horny co-ed wasted no time in reaching down to place it inside and grabbing my hips to pull me deeper.
As demanding as she was for cock, though, Marcella was still a small girl, so I easily resisted her tugs and pulls. Instead, I just left the head of my cock in her pussy while she bucked and wiggled, trying to get more of it inside of her. I kept it out though, enjoying the sight of her desperate for cock.
I was going to give it to her, but only when I was ready. Just when it looked like Marcella had given up and was opening her mouth to actually beg for me to give it to her, I slammed all ten inches into her all at once. Her mouth remained open, but no sound came out. Her eyes were wide as she tried to comprehend the feeling of so much dick being shoved into her all at once.
Marcella failed to breath for a few seconds, but when she did, it was a low, long moan as if she had never felt anything quite like this in her life. I don't think she had. Having knocked the wind out of her with my initial thrust, I took it easy on Marcella for while after that, slowly pushing my cock in and out of her wet pussy. After getting over he initial shock, though, Marcella fucked me back like she hadn't had a dick in years. She wrapped her legs firmly around my waist, pulling me as deep as she could every time I plunged my dick inside. She liked to be filled to the bottom, and I was more than happy to oblige. I managed to sit myself up a little, so I could fuck her harder while watching her huge tits bounce around. The harder I fucked her, the more she came. She was like a cum machine, moaning, panting and mumbling incoherently. I could barely believe my luck in scoring such a horny chick
After one particularly intense orgasm, I took advantage of Marcella's exhaustion to flip her over on her stomach.
Her juicy ass was what had led to us fucking like there was no tomorrow, so it only seemed fitting that it should end that way. Spent as she was, Marcella just laid on the bed, breathing deeply. I wasn't done, though, so I grasped her hips just like I had at the bar, and pulled her up to her knees. Her face remained buried in a pillow as she groaned into it. Perhaps she was unsure if she could take any more.
Perhaps she was simply relishing the thought. In any case, groans were joined by moans and gasps when I slid myself into her once again and began pumping away. I loved the way Marcella's juicy ass jiggled when my abs hit it on every thrust. It was such a sexy ripple that just made me pound her harder and harder. After several minutes of intense fucking, I was beginning to tire, so I sat back on my heels to let Marcella do some of the work. She never missed a beat.
With her face still buried in a pillow, Marcella humped herself on my stiff cock. Her breathing picked up as she bounced her ass up and down as fast as she could. It was a beautiful sight. It was a perfect combination of being able to watch her ass shake and her head bob on my dick. She moaned when I gave her ass a smack, and I knew it was time. Straightening up, I grasped Marcella's hips once again and really began to pound her. She finally lifted her head from the pillow, but any moans she made now were staccatoed by the rhythm of my cock pounding her pussy. If the color of Marcella's pussy hair was a surprise, what happened next was a shock.
As she began to tremble with yet another orgasm, Marcella screamed out loud. It wasn't a scream that you would expect from a woman cumming. It was more the type you'd expect from a woman being attacked. My reaction was mixed.
Scared that someone might hear and investigate, I pushed Marcella's head back down into the pillow. But also turned on by her loss of inhibition, I began to feel the cum bubbling up from my balls. After giving Marcella's pussy a few extra strokes for good measure, I pulled out, whipped off the rubber and sprayed a huge load all over her ass and back. As soon as I let her go, Marcella fell onto her stomach, breathing hard and humping her hips into the sheets.
It was as if she couldn't decide if she was spent or if she wanted more. I suffered from no such indecision. I was done.
After cleaning up, Marcella and I laid together talking under we drifted off to sleep. We fucked each other a few more times, but things eventually went south. It turned into one of those situations where she thought I was her boyfriend and I really wasn't. Once she realized the truth, she decided that the sex wasn't enough. One day, she simply stopped returning my calls. I wasn't too broke up about it, though. There are still plenty of waitresses out there.