(F)eeling Frisky All The Ti(M)e | 2016

Following on from https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4z2cgh/giving_my_first_blowjob_long/?st=isaw2lg2&sh=441b4d14

I've decided to tell a story from ~roughly~ 2 months after that one. I don't plan to share my 'first time' on here or anything as it feels more intimate than raunchy, which is what this sub seems to prefer.

Shortly after we ended up in a relationship, it quickly became apparent that neither of us could think of much else than fucking (we did have some shared interests beneath it all I swear). For at least a few weeks all we wanted was to be in/on/with each other 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We would trade nude selfies, we would flirt with each other relentlessly, we would try to turn the other on (not needed, trust me) in public, we were just insatiable. We went to the cinema three times during those two months, not once did we watch the film. It became almost routine for us to meet up for lunch at Uni, find the quietest place, and screw each other's brains out before our next lecture. Luckily we had a friend nearby who let others crash at her place during the day when she had lectures - I don't think she'd have been too happy if she knew what we were using it for, but we were out of control, and addicted to each other. The times when this place wasn't available, we often found an unused room on campus or even one of the nicer bathrooms. We had no choice, we had to fuck.

On this particular day, myself and Jack were revising in the downstairs living room/kitchen on a day when we had no lectures to attend. We'd been joined by Charlotte (she was 5'8, had long blonde hair, was fairly flat chested with a flat stomach, big hipster glasses) and the three of us were relaxing, listening to the radio, and working on our laptops, me and Jack on one couch, Charlotte spread out on the other. It was getting near to midday and I was wrapping up a piece of coursework when I first heard the Facebook notification. I swapped tabs only to see that Jack had messaged me; "thinking of last night ;)" I looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back knowingly, flashing a wicked grin. Last night we'd ordered pizza and ended up 69ing each other whilst we waited for it to arrive. It was an above average night, the pizza really made it. I sent back; "You know it wouldn't hurt to actually do some work every now and then? :P" Before looking up at Charlotte, who was happily typing away. He sent a message back almost instantly, and this time I was glad Charlotte couldn't see "It hurts a lot" the message simply said, then before I had a chance to argue, or make some silly comment, a pic popped up that he'd taken a few nights ago - his hard cock resting on my face, me smiling with my face covered in his cum. My heart felt like it skipped a beat as I looked around, Jack concealing his grin, loving flaunting it in front of me, Charlotte just working. I saw Jack shrug out of the corner of my eye. He double checked to make sure he wasn't being watched, then reached down and gripped the outline of his cock through his shorts as he sat next to me, he was already sporting a semi. He could see that I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My eyes darted between the pic of my screen, to the outline of his cock beside me. I couldn't take my eyes off of either of them.

Charlotte yawned and stood up, closing her laptop and leaving it on the couch. "Lunchtime" she casually announced, before asking us if we wanted something. Me and Jack politely declined, and Charlotte made her way to the kitchen/dining room area behind us. I closed Facebook to make sure she didn't see anything and Jack did the same. As Charlotte got the sink and started washing up on the complete opposite end of the kitchen, Jack whispered "Touch it" smirking to himself, knowing how naughty this entire situation felt. I shot him back a look that summed up how crazy I thought he was being, and he started rubbing it himself. Not hard, just enough to make it grow, just enough to tease me. "How about now?" He asked playfully, looking over my shoulder to see that Charlotte would be a while. I shook my head again, terrified. Charlotte could simply run back over at any moment. He sighed but continued to rub himself. After it became apparent I was too scared to do the job for him, he looked over his shoulder himself, made sure Charlotte was nowhere to be seen, and reached his hand into his shorts. He bit his lip as he gripped his hard cock and slid it out the waistband. The waistband held it in place, held tight against his stomach. I could see the veins, I could see it quiver and tremble in desperation. God help me it was a turn on. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as I thought about playing with it, only metres away from Charlotte. I was sure I'd be showing as I looked down, my nipples clear as day through both my bra and dark blue tank top, just as I thought. Jack seemed to find this quite amusing too, continuing to smirk. I could tell the waistband was keeping the pressure built up in his cock, holding it more than a little tightly in place. As Charlotte walked over to the fridge behind us, Jack panicked and slid his cock under his shirt. To anyone paying attention, it wouldn't be very effective at hiding it, but, better than nothing.

Charlotte grabbed some stuff from the fridge and took it over to prepare it, encouraging Jack to once again flaunt his cock, flashing it at me briefly. I bit the bullet, watching Charlotte out of the corner of my eye, and slid my hand under his shirt, unable to stop myself. I found his cock, rock hard and pressed against his toned stomach and squeezed the base, knowing she wouldn't be able to see what was happening from where she was standing. He grinned at me and sat back, sliding his hands off his laptop and to his side. I ran my fingers over his smooth length, gripping his uncut cock lightly and stroking him. He tensed up, overjoyed with my hand sliding up and down his length, both of us periodically looking over at Charlotte to make sure she wasn't done making her food. I slowly, achingly, slid my hand up and down his smooth trembling cock, smiling at him as he closed his eyes and started getting into it, occasionally thrusting himself in my hand, desperate for me to go faster. Every second that his cock was in my hand was a turn on, to run my fingers over his shaft. I could tell he wanted me to make him cum right there in front of one of our housemates. I wanted to, and as quickly as that thought came I suddenly decided, I was going to. I stroked him faster, dying to make him explode, God I wanted his cum, I wanted his hot cum to spray over his chest, my hand and then to sneak out of here and give him a private clean up. I stroked faster and faster, my hand sliding up and over the head of his cock before back down to the base. I was ready for it. I would pump him until he couldn't hold back any more.

Then I heard Charlotte open the cutlery drawer, and alarms bells went off in my head. I knew I had to stop. I slid my hand off his cock as Jack looked at me surprised, before looking over and seeing Charlotte was finishing up. He made sure his shirt was covering his cock, his laptop hopefully blocking the bulge beneath it from where Charlotte sat and got back to work, looking a lot more pained then before.

Charlotte came back and sat down, eating and going back to her own work as she did so. Me and Jack shared a look that said we had to get out of there, but it was 20 minutes until we could. During that time I kept looking at Jack, at his big beautiful bulge, I could just lean over, grab it, suck it, fuck if. Hell what if Charlotte liked what she saw? Me and Jack often discussed what it would be like to fuck each and every member of the house, I know he'd get off on showing off to her, especially with his size. I knew he'd want her to suck it. It took all the willpower I had to not just go for it, I was horny, I was wet, I was aching for Jack's cock. But, that would be wrong, and there was no way he could stand up with that thing hanging out his shorts.

When Charlotte got up to wash her plate, we excused ourselves, not caring if us leaving together was all that obvious. Myself walking in front of Jack to hide it JUST IN CASE she turned around. We slid up the stairs, lucky to not run into any housemates on the way and squeezed into my room, one of us closing the door behind us.

As soon as we were in there he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me up against him. We made out, my hands sliding over his chest, his cock, his face. My right hand ending up lightly pressed against him, my left slid down into his shorts and massaged his balls. He gripped my ass through my denim shorts with his one hand and reached under my tank top with the other, groping me. He grunted and pushed me down to his knees, quickly followed by sliding off his shorts and throwing them to one side. He gripped his cock and slid it into my mouth, wasting no time with teasing. That was exactly what I wanted. I moaned as I tasted him, him already working his way into my mouth, inch by inch. I'd gotten a lot better at taking his length, and right now, he wasn't giving me much choice. He gripped my head with his left hand and pulled me down his cock, making me gag slightly before I readjusted. I sucked on his length, rubbing the base of his cock up and down against my tongue. Hungry to taste his sweet long cock, begging for me. He thrust in and out of my mouth, holding me steady as he used it for his own pleasure. He kept going until he was moaning my name in pleasure, and I'm surprised he stopped. Normally when he started moaning my name he had reached the point of no return, his cock was aching, his cum was mine. I Fully expected him to dump his load in my mouth, but he didn't.

He pulled me up, and I pressed myself up against him. His hard cock pressed between us. I rubbed against him as we stood pressed together, enjoying the feeling of his body against mine, staring into his eyes, sensing an animalistic vibe from him that would need to be death with... He suddenly lifted and dropped me onto the bed behind, taking me by surprise. He slid his shirt off as I slid off my tank top and denim shorts, leaving me in my red underwear. They didn't last long either. Jack stood over me, looking hotter than ever, confident, hard, looking down at me like I was his prey and he had me all to himself. He pounced on me, his cock nestling between my legs, his hands on my body in every place possible, mine on his. Both of us groping, exploring each other. His lips on mine. His hands reached down and pulled my bra off messily, my help needed, followed shortly by my panties, now soaked through. I kicked them off and moaned as I felt his cock rest between my legs, daring to enter me. Resting against the lips of my pussy, teasing me, making me want to thrust into him and take what I wanted, take what I needed.

I bit his lip playfully as we stopped making out, very aware he was about to fuck me into next year. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into me in one motion, taking me by surprise, my hands suddenly gripping onto his ass cheeks for support as he forced his way into my pussy. I pulled myself closer to him, his cock delving that bit deeper, taking him in up to the hilt. I moaned as I felt him inside me, all the way inside me, we'd fucked so much, but I'd never get used to him entering me, filling me - like a piece of me that was missing until i'd found cock. He didn't start slow either, resting his knees on the bed, pulling my hips into the air, I arched my back as he started feeding his long hard cock into me. Moaning and grunting, he held me, feeling his cock rub against me with his sudden quick thrusts. This angle, with my back arched, always hitting the perfect spot. The feeling of being filled, unbeatable. He picked up speed, pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap. I started bouncing up and down on his hard cock as we kissed. Both of us desperate to please the other one, as I started moaning in pleasure Into his mouth, suddenly being oh so glad I didn't settle for a mouthful. I needed more.

His right hand gripping my ass and encouraging me to bounce on his cock, the other went up and groped at my breasts. He leaned down and started sucking on my nipples in turn, making me mix between giggling, and moaning louder. I started begging him for more, to fuck me harder. He nodded, fully intending to fuck me harder I'm sure, but before I gave him the chance to do so, I pushed him down onto the bed. My hands slid up and held his wrists down as I started madly riding him. I could feel it pulsating between my legs and I knew I wanted him to explode. At the same time it was getting harder and harder to not moan, to not scream as I felt his cock inside me. I didn't hold back in either regard, letting out a long "fuuuuuck" as I rode him, combined with him thrusting into me, like a jackhammer desperate to get the job done. Bouncing up and down, up and down on his hard member. I was getting close. I screamed out again as I couldn't hold it any longer, my legs trembling, my lungs short of breath, he felt so good inside me.

I climaxed, my nails digging into his arms, as he tried to ride it out, continuously hammering into me. Fucking me as rough as he possibly could from beneath me. I could feel how wet he was inside me, that must have been my fault, as I rode the orgasm to its end, feeling so tight around his cock I could hear his moans getting louder too, his cock sliding as deep into me as it could with every thrust . I slowed down as I could barely breath, resting on top of him, as he moaned in ecstasy. Realizing that not only had I soaked him where he lay beneath me, I'd stopped completely, my brain completely overdosed on pleasure.

Jack took this as an opportunity to pull out, I knew he was close but didn't know how close. Before he'd had a chance to even stroke himself or ask me to finish him, he erupted. His hand shot down to his cock to direct it but it was too late, his moans were loud and his cum was everywhere. His load shot over the both of us, his cum spraying over my stomach, breasts and his own chest and face. His moans filling the room (and in sure the hallway) as he pronounced me his dirty slut. His cum dripping from his cock as I rolled off of him, I leaned over and decided that maybe I should clean him up. It was a sweet reward.

(Hope you enjoyed, any advice appreciated! First time writing up one of my stories actually involving sex, it's a messy act and messy to write ;P)