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The Adventures of Dennis: Stains
Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
Renee released a sharply cascading yelp before sucking on my ear. I swear that, at that point, I heard the door to Phoebe’s room open and Phoebe darted past us to the bathroom, peed, and scurried back to her room amid the sound of the toilet flushing, and slammed her door. I think it was Phoebe because I remember the steps sounding feminine. I remember Renee moaning throughout Phoebe’s journey. She was too enraptured to notice that she was being humiliated in front of her friend. I don’t think I imagined it. Shortly after Phoebe’s door slammed, Renee said in a breathy voice—“Dennis, you’re gonna make me cum…” Her words dissolved into other noises, like she was trying to push her orgasm out of her mouth. (I've tallied this as the eighth time a girl has announced to me, mid-coitus, her oncoming orgasm. The first had been this freak who was eight years older than me who I was fucking on my eighteenth birthday. There had been seven since her in probably the past eight months. Lots of eights and orgasms. But all of this is an estimate.) I only realized when I sped up how drunk I felt. I felt sweat forming around my hairline and I felt my cock sloshing around in her pussy. I felt a warm wet trickling on my balls. This. Bitch. Was. A Squirter. How come I didn’t know until now? I unloaded and made a lot of noise while I did, and it encouraged her to open her mouth wider and exercise her tenor a little louder. Were we having a shouting contest? I moved my hand down to her pussy, ... slid it across my moving shaft, and slipped two fingers in to her drenched flaps. Her vagina hemorrhaged more fluid, some of which got on my leg as I mistakenly pulled out and sprayed the rest of my load over the sheets. If her pussy was a hunter and my hand a deer, then it was open season on my hand for the next thirty or so seconds, and I let it be. My knee screeched to a halt against her leg. I guess I’m not sure if I had cum on her leg and was getting my own cum on my knee, or if she had dribbled on her own leg, transferring it to my knee. Whatever, it was wet and it felt wonderful as I knelt there and waited for my cock to pump out the rest. I fell on top of her and felt her heart rate slowing down with mine. I felt her pubic hair scrunched up below my waist and the tiny dampness of her pussy-lips a little lower on my waist. I buried my head in her tits, which were the softest objects in the world for the next thirty or so seconds. I licked the side of one tit because I was still a recovering mass of sexual fury at that moment, until the fury disappeared and everything returned to normal. Then we both caught our breath, and realized the gravity of the situation. Renee scooched away from me, lightly pushing my head to the side. She was suddenly nervous and uptight. “Dennis, we have to clean up,” she said. “Oh God, we need to clean up.” There was an actual puddle below her crotch. A white distillation of squirt and cum that had formed on the sheets. My observation is that ...