Lounge lunge

Lounge lunge
By: JL (jllc2@yahoo.com)

Len opened the door to his dorm room and stopped.

Angie Paraday didn't see him, which was probably a good thing. She was naked, and she was in his roommate's bed with the sheets and blanket tangled on the floor. Angie was on top of his roommate, fucking him, her ass jiggling as she rocked up and down Troy's cock, which was glistening with her juices. "Oh yeah," Angie moaned. "Oh yeah . . ."

"Uhh-huhhh," Troy grunted in agreement.

Angie was squeezing one of her tits. Her brown hair flew around her neck. "What a big cock . . . bigger than Brad's . . . bigger . . . "

"Uh-huh," Troy repeated. He suddenly reached up and clutched her ass. "Uhhhh!"

Her eyes were closed. Troy didn't notice him. Angie writhed on top of him, squirming as he hiked his hips up to drive himself deeper. His legs were trembling.

Damn it. Len closed the door behind them.

Third time this semester. They had an agreement, but so far Len hadn't taken advantage of it. Oh, he'd gotten laid?twice, but somewhere else both times. He'd walked in on Troy with a blonde cheerleader who'd cursed him out for staring at her as Troy licked her pussy, and on a redhead who didn't see him as she sucked Troy's dick. Troy had waved him away with a big grin on his face.

He was happy Troy was getting some pussy. But it meant he had to find someplace else to sleep. Again.

Len went to the dorm's lounge. The TV was on, and a girl was watching it. Ginger Halsted. A math major. Blonde, cute, but she'd never expressed any interest in Len and he didn't push it. "Hey, Ginger." He hopped on the other side of the couch. "What's on?"

"Nothing," she said disgustedly, putting the remote through its paces. "You're up late."

"So's my roommate. And Angie Paraday."

Ginger laughed. "She's such a slut."

"What about you? Your roommate getting lucky?"

"Nah. Can't sleep." She passed him the remote. "Here."

"Thanks." He flipped through the channels. Nothing on. "You're right."

"So . . ." Ginger looked at him. She wore a loose white t-shirt and red sweat pants. "What were they doing? Who was on top?"

"Angie." He looked at the floor, uncomfortably aware of his stiffening cock as he pictured the shadowy scene. "They were moaning and groaning, mostly. I didn't stay to watch. Long."

She laughed again. "You know, sometimes I envy that slut."

He blinked. "Why?"

Ginger shrugged. "She's just so damn shameless. Uninhibited, you know? Sometimes I wish I could be like that."

"Well, a girl like you shouldn't have . . . any trouble . . . I mean . . ." Suddenly embarrassed, Len shut up.

She giggled. "Any trouble doing what?"

"Getting . . . you know." He laughed. They were talking about sex, after all. "Getting laid. You're sexy and gorgeous. You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No. I'm just not?adventurous. But thanks." She smiled. "I don't get ?sexy' very often."

"Me neither."

"Well, you should. What time is it?"

There was a clock on the wall. "Three-twelve."

Ginger stood up. "You know what?"

"What?"

"We're all alone. And I feel like being a slut."

Len blinked. "Uhh?you don't--"

"Shh." She pressed a finger to her lips. And then she bent over and yanked her sweats down with one smooth movement.

He stared at her, eyes wide. She wore a black thong, snug and tight around her mound, and her legs were slender and golden.

"What do you think?" She spun around, showing off her butt.

"N-nice." He leaned back and smiled. Then he looked over his shoulder. No one. "Are you sure--"

"Don't stop me. I might lose my nerve." She pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the carpet next to her sweat pants. No bra. Her breasts were bigger than Len had imagined, and he had to stare at them as they jiggled.

He looked around again. Was she drunk, or high? Was he asleep and dreaming? "Are you . . ."

"Of course I'm not sure." She leaned over the couch, her arms over his shoulder. Her tits bobbed in front of his face. "I just want to do something crazy, just for once. Don't you want to . . .?"

"Yes," Len breathed. He leaned over and kissed her nipple. His cock hardened. He moved to her other breast and sucked it between his lips, and Ginger sighed.

Len pulled her face down and kissed her, hard. His tongue forced itself between her lips, and he felt her tongue pushing to meet it, soft and slippery in his mouth. He grabbed her breasts, squeezed them, pushed them together, squeezed them again. They were firm and warm, and her nipples were stiff when he ran his fingertips over them.

Ginger pulled her face away from him with a moan, and sank down to the floor, between his legs. She smiled up at him and began fumbling with his belt buckle.

He smiled back and lifted his hips. She yanked his jeans down impatiently. "Always wondered if you were boxers or briefs," she murmured as the tip of his prick poked up through his black briefs. "At least they're not tighty-whities."

Len laughed as she clawed at his briefs, and helped her tug them down to his ankles. He kicked his underwear away--shoes, too-- and she stroked his legs, staring at his erect cock. "Nice," she said, licking her lips. "Not too big. Sorry." She looked up at Len. "I just meant--"

"I don't care. You're . . . beautiful. Your tits--" Was that the wrong word? "Your body, I mean--"

"You too." She began stroking his cock. "I got to lose a few pounds. You think?"

"No, you're . . ." He smiled at her. "Just perfect."

"Thanks." Then Ginger bent down and wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock.

Len leaned back as her tongue began licking his prick. She had one hand on his leg, and with the other she started rubbing his shaft. He looked down at the top of her head, wishing he could see her tits. But her bare shoulders were soft and sensuous, and he could watch her hips as she shifted her position on the floor.

After a deep breath, Ginger opened her jaws wider and took more of her cock between her cheeks, letting her hand glide down to his balls. A quick, gentle squeeze, and then she caressed them softly as she sucked on his cock.

Len stroked her neck and shoulders, enjoying the sensations?her wet tongue, her fingers, the skin on her shoulders. He ran a hand through her blonde hair. "Perfect," he whispered.

She looked up, his prick still halfway down her mouth. "Mrmmm," she murmured.

The vibrations in her throat as she tried to talk triggered a surge of pleasure in his balls. "Oh!" he moaned. "Yeah, Ginger, that's great."

Ginger sat back, releasing his cock, gasping for air. "Okay," she said. "I tried."

Disappointed, Len managed a smile. "That was great."

"Take off your shirt."

"Take off that thong."

With a wicked grin, Ginger rose to her feet. Len stared at the curve of her pussy lips underneath the thong, and quickly yanked his T-shirt up over his shoulders and threw it on the floor next to his shoes.

He stood up as Ginger slid the thong down her legs. They looked at each other, and Len's cock grew even harder as Ginger stared at him with growing lust on her face. He took her shoulders in his hands and kissed her, forgetting that she'd just had his cock between her lips a moment before, and she pressed her body into his. His cock poked against her leg. She clutched his butt, then ran her hands up and down her back. He slipped his hands around her, cupped her ass for a long moment, then reached down between her thighs to tease her pussy.

Ginger lifted one leg and hooked it around Len's waist, allowing him better access to her hole. He kissed her more deeply and probed her pussy lips. They were slippery and hot, and when he pushed a fingertip up inside her felt her muscles clench, and she moaned into his mouth.

His prick was dripping precum across her leg. After a moment Ginger leaned back, her face flushed. "I'm fucking ready, Len," she whispered, her voice hoarse and excited.

"M-me too," he stammered, suddenly nervous.

Ginger kissed him lightly on the lips. "Really fucking ready." She turned and leaned over the couch, spreading her legs, ass in the air. She flexed her knees. "Really. Fucking. Ready . . ."

Len was ready too. He grabbed Ginger's hips and plunged his cock firmly into her pussy with one quick thrust. It slid easily up her wet slit. She bent down, resting on her elbows, and looked over her shoulder at him. "Yeah!" she gasped. "Do it!"

"Ohh . . ." He leaned back, then pushed his cock forward again. Her ass trembled with his thrust. Biting his lip, he started a slow motion, in and out, breathing hard. He clutched her skin, holding onto Ginger for balance, and let his cock take over.

"Mmmmm . . ." Ginger moaned. He felt her pussy clench and release. "Yeah . . . uh . . . ohhh, yes, that's good. Yes!"

He peered down at her body. Her tits swung back and forth as he surged in and out. Her shoulders squirmed. Her ass bumped his hips with each forward motion. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch his breath, but then he had to look at her. He had to see her body, responding to his lust with equal intensity. "Oh yeah," he murmured. "Oh, take it all, Ginger, take it all . . ."

"Give it to me," she urged, panting. "Give it all to me. All night, all night--"

"Holy shit, what is this?"

Len looked up. It was Angie Paraday, in her denim miniskirt and pink blouse, standing in the entrance to the lounge, her purse swinging on one arm. Staring at them.

The pause lasted only an instant. Ginger pushed her ass back at him, and his cock stayed stiff. His instincts took over, and he stared thrusting into her again. Harder.

Angie's mouth was open. She closed it, but her eyes stayed wide. "Ssshit," she said, slurring the word. Still drunk, probably. She swayed on her legs. "Out here in the lounge, huh?"

"Uh, uh, uh," Ginger panted. "Do it, Len, do it?do it!"

Suddenly Angie reached into her purse. When Len looked up again she had her cell phone, and a flash of light hit his eyes.

She smiled. "This'll look good on the Internet."

If Ginger heard her, or cared, she didn't give any sign. "Mmm . . . ahh . . . ohhh . . . Len! Yeah, Len, give it to me, I want it, I want it--"

"Ginger, you're . . . so fucking sexy," he told her.

Angie took a few more pictures. Finally Ginger looked over at her. "You . . . like this?" she gasped. "Like . . . ohhh . . . watching?"

"Not as much as you, I guess." She put her cell phone away. "Troy fell asleep after he came."

"So are you just going to?yes!?stand there and watch?"

"Well, I . . ." She looked around.

Knowing Angie was watching them pushed Len harder, and he was ramming Ginger's pussy with his cock like a machine. For a few moments he was lost in the sensations, totally absorbed in the connection between his penis and Ginger's pussy, the ecstatic pleasure they were sharing with each hard push.

He blinked, breathing hard, and saw that Angie had pulled an armchair around to sit down and watch them. Her eyes were glassy and bright, and her miniskirt rose up just high enough over her thighs for Len to see that she'd left her panties on the floor in his room?if she'd ever been wearing any at all.

"You going to cum soon, stud?" she asked.

"I don't?ahh--know." Len could go a long time. Forty-five minutes, once. But the way Ginger was squirming and moaning, he didn't think he'd make it that long now. He just wanted to enjoy fucking her for as long as it lasted.

"Oh, oh, oh," Ginger panted, in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. "Oh, fuck . . ."

"That's what it looks like." Angie stretched her legs out and pulled her skirt up, revealing a bare pussy with traces of cum still dribbling out. "Damn. Troy shouldn't have passed out on me."

Len slowed, distracted by the sight of Angie rubbing her pussy and slipping one finger between her folds. Ginger groaned, and looked back at him. Then she saw Angie playing with herself, and let out a breathless laugh that was half a moan of pleasure. "You're going to . . . have to . . . wait . . . Angie . . . until I . . . until I, until I cum. Oh, yeah, until I cummm!"

Len gazed down at Ginger's ass and began ramming her hard again, spurred on by Angie's lust and Ginger's moans growing louder and more urgent. On an impulse he slapped her but, not hard, and she yelped, a high-pitched squeal.

"Yeah," Angie breathed. "Spank her."

He slapped her cheek again. Ginger threw her head back, shaking her hair across her shoulders. "Yes," she said. "Yes. Not to--not too hard, Len--"

Another spank. And another. Not too hard. "Is that?is that . . .?"

"Yeah?yeah. Just fuck me, Len. Fuck it hard. I want it, I want it, I want to, to . . . oh. Yes. OHH . . ."

She was cumming. Len grinned. He slapped her ass one more time, then grabbed it tight and dug his fingers into her flesh as he slammed into her, hard, harder, faster, his balls swinging against her trembling legs, driving deep into that pussy.

"Oh, yeah," Ginger breathed. "That was good. That was?oh!" Her shoulders shuddered with another orgasm. "Mmmmm . . ."

Len could feel the urgent sensation reaching its limit inside him. "This is it," he warned her. "Get ready?ready . . ."

"Ready, set, go," Ginger urged him as he thrust at her. "Go, go, go . . ."

"Oh, fuck!" Angie reared up on the chair, gritting her teeth, as she came. Her thighs shook, and her toes curled up. "Oh fuck. Ohhh . . ."

Len leaned back and let loose into Ginger's pussy. "Ahhhh . . ." Len came hard, spurting over and over as Ginger came one more time. He groaned, pouring his cum into her in an endless pumping rhythm.

"That's right, baby," Ginger purred. "Give it to me. Give it all to me. Oooh . . ."

"Yeah." He kissed the back of her neck. She sank forward, tired and satisfied. His his cock slipped out of her, but his balls kept pumping, and his last few drops fell on Ginger's leg. She looked over her shoulder at him and giggled.

Angie was still writhing on the chair, two fingers jammed up her snatch as she slammed her other hand on the cushion over and over again. Her eyes were closed, her face red.

Still panting, Len looked around and found his jeans. From inside one pocket he dug out his own cell phone. Ginger grinned at him

One picture. Two. Angie's eyes fluttered. For a moment she looked pissed, but then another orgasmic wave took over and she thrust her hips forward, stroking her pussy furiously. Len took one more shot, then closed the phone. "That should look good on Internet too."

"Asshole," Angie said. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll delete it. Just don't tell Brad I was fucking your roommate, okay?"

"It's a deal." Len winked at Ginger, and she laughed.

"Damn." Angie sighed lazily, coming down from her orgasm. "Damn, that was better than Troy. I must have been really horny." She smoothed her miniskirt back down over her hips and stood up. "Okay. I'm out of here." She wobbled as she walked, but made her way out of the lounge and down to the other wing of the dorm without falling over.

Len looked at Ginger, and she smiled back at him. "That was fantastic, stud."

"Thanks. Slut."

She turned red, embarrassed. "I guess I had to get that out of my system."

"Maybe we should get dressed?"

"Yeah." But she didn't move. "Want to come back to my room?"

Of course he did. "What about your roommate?"

"Debbie's asleep. Besides, she thinks I can't get a guy. It'd be fun to show her . . . you know."

"Yeah." He picked up his clothes. "Race you?"

She staggered to her feet and grinned. "You're on."