No matter what anyone tells you, no matter how much 'college prep' your classes provide, nobody can truly ready you for heading to a university. My first week was a dizzying experience: moving into my dorm, meeting my roommate, getting to all my classes, navigating the vast campus. By Friday afternoon, I was already burnt out. Sharing my small room with another guy made the creature comforts of privacy I took for granted when I lived at home ever so appealing, never mind the issues of having shared bathroom facilities. There's only one anchor I've got to my sanity at this point, though it certainly exacerbates the lack of personal space in the Roosevelt building.

Kim Nguyen. We shared a class over in the Engineering department, and she stood out for several reasons. I know the recruiting literature said Santa Diamenta State had a 55/45 ratio of girls to guys, but my department broke right through that curve; Kim is one of four girls in my class of nearly fifty, one of the two not clearly there with her boyfriend, and easily one of the most amazingly hot girls anywhere on campus. While I'm sure she stirred the imaginations and loins of most of the class along with me when pretending to listen to the heavily-accented professor bore us into a torpor, I'm confident none of them have quite the same issues leaving class.

Anyhow, with thoughts of my engineering angel flitting through my mind, I carry myself over to the student gym, school ID fresh in hand. Wearing a pair of long, baggy shorts and a loose-fitting white t-shirt, it's not easy to make out my physique as I walk into the building, which was alright by me; I kept in shape over the summer by working construction with my uncle, so I had some extra cash and a decent tone to carry with me along with the towel draped on my shoulder. My routine is simple enough, and getting to burn the doldrums away is nice. In fact, as I jogged on one of the treadmills (avoiding the heat still bearing down in the sunny Californian summer), I was just hitting a runner's high as I caught sight of her.

Kim Nguyen. From my position on the treadmill, I get a perfect show of her as she sits back in a butterfly press machine, her tight-fitting sports bra and shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. Even in her conservative attire for class, it is clear she is stacked for any girl, never mind an Asian one, but the confines of her top seem to be struggling in a losing battle to contain her with each press and spread of her arms. She hums through her cherry lips to a hidden tune snuck into her ears through the earpods slipped in them, her angelic face and firm, petite figure on display as she finishes her first set. Even with my preparation, my track time's about to be cut short, so I ready myself mentally to approach her; clearly, if I didn't try to get friendly soon, someone... everyone else would.

Stepping from the machine, I walked slowly to her from behind the machine, adjusting my shorts before opening my mouth. "Hey, Kim?" I asked as if it wasn't entirely clear who she was, "Doing alright?"

Knowing her headphones were one, I'd spoken loud enough that she'd hear me without resorting to yelling, and as she sat up and turned back, she surprised me as she pulled one of the earphones out. "Oh, Hey... Darren, right? Yeah, I'm great, just warming up. You?" she answers in her dulcet tones, that smooth voice rolling from her lips like honey.

Despite the sweat beginning to dampen my shirt, I fibbed, "Same here, just getting started. Need a hand with the weights?"

She smiles to me rather brightly, her light-bronze cheeks warming a bit as she does, making me struggle to keep my composure. "Yeah, that'd be great. Can you move the pin down one notch please?" she asked as she rests back in her seat, leaving the freed headphone dangling by her side, "I'm glad we have the gym here... I need to burn off the stress."

"You too?" I pipe up as I squat down and fix the weight for her, "I needed something to get my mind right after physics. That lecture... I thought I was going to die of boredom."

"50 or 51?" she asks as she looks back once more between presses, her eyes darting a bit, though I'm too busy admiring her as I stand to notice that.

"52, actually. I nailed my AP tests, so I got to skip ahead. Not sure it's worth it," I reply, laughing a bit as I flash back to the lecture earlier; given the professor's discussion of thermodynamics, it would seem his reception was measurable in fractions of a Kelvin.

"You too? Dr. Chapel, right? Oh my GOD, I'm glad I have that class in the afternoon. I don't think I could survive if I had to wake up and listen to him," she laughs back as she works the machine once more, sighing as her arms fall back, "You have his Friday morning class, don't you?"

As she looks back to me once more, I nod and sigh. "Oh, man, I'm so sorry... how can you stand that? I'm lucky I had an EE class then, because otherwise I would have been there with you. That's gotta be rough," she offers in sympathy, sitting up from the machine, "Here's, let's do something. You need a wake-up."

Kim stands up quickly, the combination of her physicality and obvious scholastic talents intriguing to me, though the more carnal delights of her slender, perfect-skinned and well-toned figure are central to my focus in the moment. "Maybe some free weights? We can spot for each other," I suggest with my own delighted smile, hiding the internal struggle against my arousal as she nods and follows me into the weight room, fortunately void of life until we enter.

Kim sits one of the benches and crosses her legs. Letting her hands rest on her lap, she draws her eyes down to the bench next to her. "Lie down, get to work," she teases with a wink, "Y'know, I have to say I wasn't expecting to see anyone from our engineering class in here. So many scrawny boys, I felt really out of place."

As I move onto the bench, my shirt pulls up a bit as I get into position under the bar hanging there, something I alone fail to notice. She stands once more and walks around behind my head, eclipsing her face behind her restrained bust. "Yeah, I can't blame you... there's like, what, four girls in that entire class?" I reply as I get myself poised under the bar, raising my hands.

She peeks to me over her bust, correcting, "Five."

"Hey, you're pretty, but I wouldn't count you as double."

Kim blushes a bit and laughs softly, "Heh... thanks. Poor An... but I guess she might dress that way on purpose. I always feel a little weird with all the attention I get, y'know? I guess being a cheerleader helps prepare for being stared at, but it's still nice to get respect for my mind, especially with people that should be on your level, right?"

Forgetting about exercise, my hands rest over my stomach as I look up to her in mild disbelief. "Wait, you're a cheerleader and an engineering major? Are you sure you're human?"

We both laugh, and she seems to lighten up once more. "I'm pretty sure my parents made me," she retorts, "I dunno... I guess I'm just driven. Be the best, and all that. What about you? You don't strike me as the slacker type."

I shrug on the bench as she bends down and picks up a weight to put onto the bar for me, answering deeply, "Guess not. I used to be into track & field, but got in debate and robotics before heading here. So, if you need any repairs..."

"Repairs? I'll keep you in mind," she laughs as I wink to her, setting the opposite weight up for me, "So you're ME then?"

"Yeah, exactly. How about you?"

"EE."

"Really? That's cool. I'll make the big stuff, and you can control it," I joke with an unexpected prescience.

Her lips curl as she stands once more, leaning over the bar. "Sounds like a good partnership," she ponders as she looks down into my eyes, "Give this a shot."

Kim slips back as I raise my hands once more. She'd set me up with a pretty healthy weight to start, so it takes a moment to ready myself. She didn't struggle too much when she put the weights on, but as I started a rep, I could tell she managed to land 100 pound weights on either side; if she ended up being a Terminator, I would have been completely unsurprised. Fortunately for me, I'd gotten pretty good at lugging heavy weights over the summer, so the hefty weight on the bar was a challenge I could meet. I did a set of 10 presses before I set it back on the rest, her hands rubbing by mine as she helped me position it. "Wow," she let out as I looked back, "You're sure I'm the robot?"

"Us androids need to stick together, right?" I tease back, to which she laughs and sticks out her cute tongue to me briefly; despite the innocence, I can't help but imagine certain other uses for it, but I snap out of that as my arousal stirs up once more.

I get back down and complete two more sets in relatively quick succession, and I begin to notice as I'm pressing, Kim is coyly looking over me as well. I smile as I soak in her attention, the boost in confidence making the weight in my hands feel like nothing. As I finish and sit up, she walks over to me and offers a hand. I slide my right hand into hers, gripping it gingerly as I lift myself off the bench. Her other hand deftly slips onto my stomach as I rise, and my abs instinctively flex as she rests it there for a moment. Looking into her eyes, she lets her hand linger before letting them both away from me once more, our gazes locked a bit longer. "So, want to get something to drink?" I offer politely, my voice naturally dropping slightly in such a way she seemed to shudder ever so slightly before me.

She nods slowly, murring out a simple, "Yeah."

Kim and I chat as we walk from the gym over to the nearby coffee shop in the base of one of the campus buildings. As it turns out, she was a cheerleader all through high school, as well as a mathelete and top student. Her parents were both the children of immigrants from Vietnam, so they were Americanized; still, even if they liked Van Halen more than Hung Cuong, they were definitely expecting much out of her. Besides our overachieving, we have some common tastes in music and entertainment, but as we talk more there at the table, she and I both become more comfortable in looking each other over. I decide to take the plunge and move the conversation toward that connection from before. “Today's great. We should work out together again, you think?” I offer with a smile as I sit back and sip down the last of my iced coffee.

“Mmm... yeah, if you're alright with it. I mean, I'm flattered. I just don't know if you can work out when you're like that,” she answers softly, leaning in a bit.

“What're you talking about?” I ask, my eyebrow raised as I lean in with her, as if we're about to pass some covert intel.

“Y'know... down there. Can you really work out when you're hard like that,” she whispers, her perfect almond eyes flashing downward and her lips curling slightly.

I glance down for a moment, realizing I must have shown through the shorts more than I'd thought when I first picked them up. Still, I knew I kept myself under control... if there's any talent I've mastered the fine art of containing my arousal. “Hard? What're you talking about?” I ask back, playing confused despite being entirely sure of her point.

She bites her lip a bit before answering, cheeks a bit brighter, “Your dick, Darren. I mean, it's pretty big and all, and it's good to know I have that effect on you, but you can't work out like that, can you?”

I lean back and laugh, my eyes tightening up as my lips form into a proud grin. She looks to me curiously, bringing one of her hands up to her jaw, rubbing her cheek. Regaining my composure, I lean in once more, whispering again, “Don't worry about me, Kim... if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't hard during our workout.”

Her voice picks up as she looks to me with a mix of shock and disbelief, “Bullshit. You're telling me I didn't get you hard?”

“I didn't mean it like that, Kim... not at all. You look amazing. It's just, well, you know how I said I used to be in track and field, right?”

“Yeah... you're telling me you stopped running because you got too 'big' and couldn't run when you got hard...,” she rolls off her lips perceptively, looking back and forth between my face and my obscured lap as if the table weren't there.

I end up blushing a bit as she has me admitting some personal details from my past so directly. I explain, “Yeah, basically. I learned after getting out of track how to control myself, but I couldn't stand the thought of going back again. The way I was looked at by the kids who knew about me... I can understand how you must feel in class here.”

“Wow... that's... Darren...,” she stammers a bit, looking surprisingly sympathetic as my smile dissolved, “I'm sorry. I mean... thanks. I'd love to work out with you. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.”

“Kim... it's not like that. Trust me, I don't feel bad being around you. Honestly, it takes everything I have in me to not tent up every time I see you.”

She giggles at my admission, sitting back and puffing her chest proudly. She bites her lower lip a little bit before licking her lips and finishing off her drink. “If you want, you can hang with me in my dorm room,” she offers with a twinkle in her eye.

I smile once more, the vibe between us radiating clearly. I nod slowly, standing up and stepping to a side of the table. She slips up next to me, taking my hand and resting her arm against mine as she leads the way. Walking next to her back to my dorm building, I can take in a few more of her facets. Her scent is lightly fragranced with berries, probably from a body wash. She and I are about a foot in height difference, Kim about 5'2” to my 6'1”. As we walk, her free hand drifts over to me, touching against my thigh and finding my plunging manhood stowed in a leg of the shorts. As we ride up in the elevator, I look down to her and feel compelled to draw in for a kiss. Thankfully, she moves in to accept it, our lips locked as I bend down slightly to reach hers. My hands rest on her firm ass cheeks as hers move to my abs and thighs. I can feel her fingers coil around my manhood, feeling her explore it beneath the cotton of my shorts. As our lips separate upon reaching the sixth floor, she whispers, “Jesus, Darren...”

Walking through the hallway, we maneuver past other frosh students as they walk and chatter through doors, a new-found vigor in Kim's step. No longer taking me by the hand, her hand pulls at the waistband of my shorts as we approach the end of the hall. “Hey, shouldn't we be a little careful... what if your roommate's in there?” I ask as we get to the last door, as she's begun to draw down my shorts a bit with her hand.

“Don't worry. She won't be here... she hasn't been in the room since Wednesday,” Kim explains as she opens the door, drawing me inside behind her and shutting the door.

Standing in the opening to her room, I quickly take in the sight of her place. The bunk bed is decorated on the top with various pictures held on the wall and ceiling, while the lower one is neatly tucked in and unadorned. Likewise, the desks show a similar contrast, one neatly arranged with school work and books while the other is strewn with cameras and pictures. But before I can really take in any details, Kim draws my attention to her as she lets my waistband go. The snap pulls my eyes her way, and as I look up, I see her pulling off her top nonchalantly. While I thought her breasts were large before, as they spill free from her top, I realize just how truly massive they are, especially on her lithe frame. The sides of her tits peek over either side of her back, resting firmly there. As she spins around on a heel for me, her tits quake before me like jello bowls, her nipples prominent atop her puffy areolae. “So, Darren, you gonna show me something?” she asks in a seductive tone, looking up to me as her hands slip to either side of my waistband.

Stunned by her suddenness, I look to her perfect chest and lick my lips before being able to think consciously once more. I nod to her and grunt inaudibly as I breath deeply. Before the main event, I pull off my shirt quickly, revealing the firm abs and tight chest she'd been admiring before in the gym. She nods approvingly, but she clearly wants to see more. I peel my shoes off and draw her hands forward to hold the shorts open over my crotch. Reaching into my underwear, I fish out my dick by its base, swinging it over the waistband for her like a pole vaulter. The weight of it catches her off-guard as it droops over the waistband, causing it to slip out of her hands and snap back into me. I wince a bit as my cock falls between my thighs, hanging there for her to see. She squats down and gets to her knees, taking a hand and rubbing it up under my length, stroking the bottom side with her palm as she coils her fingers around it. “Wow... you weren't kidding,” she comments as she examines it carefully. I blush a bit, sighing as I watch Kim and her perfect form admiring me, knowing I can finally let it swell unhindered.

“What do you think?” I ask with a pleased smile, still a little nervous at how she'll react.

Her head cocked to the side, she looks almost hypnotized by my manhood as she strokes it gently still, bringing both hands to the task now. “Wow... you're fucking huge, Darren... I've been with two guys before, and I think you're as big as them combined...,” she purrs to me from my crotch, her face getting closer to my slowly pulsating meat until she puts a wet kiss just above the head, “You're like a dream.”

The combination of sweetness and sexiness is overwhelming, and my cock responds to her affections with a vigor I'd never seen. Pulsing heavily, my shaft droops and stiffens for her, the topside of it reaching out to her face even as the head reaches down for my knees. As I swell in arousal for her, my body tenses up. Feeling my cock rub to her face, she returns the favor, gliding her face over my length as she kisses it and massages the underside with both hands. “The feeling's mutual,” I let out as a groan escapes my lips, the sheer force of the lust building between us causing my tensed thighs to quiver, grinding my rod against her face and messily slicking her saliva over her cheeks.

“Mmm... sit down on my bed,” Kim directs as she looks up to me around my cock, smiling to me ecstatically.

She stands up as I do so, resting on the middle of her bed. With each step I take, my cock swings around heavily, and as my bottoms drop to the floor, my heavy testes rest against the insides of my thighs as I walk. I sit with my legs spread to give my balls room to rest between them, the equally large orbs on her mattress while my shaft hangs out between my knees with a lumbering arc. Watching her bend down as she retrieves something from her desk drawer, my eyes lock onto her tight, little ass with a lustful focus. Between that and the overspill of her tremendous tits, I cannot help but bring a hand to my cock, stroking it slowly. Catching me as she glances back, she strips her shorts and panties off for me before standing and turning back with a ruler in hand. “Hey, stop that! That's my job!” she purrs as she walks up to me, her tits and hips swaying rhythmically as she bats my hand playfully with the ruler.

“Wow... you were right about control. You're even more huge than in the gym,” she comments as she squats down before me, giving me a good view of her slit before it dips below me, only a thin layer of hair rests above her mound, her smooth, light-tanned skin otherwise barren of hair.

My dick pulses hot now as she lowers herself and takes it in one hand, the other carefully positioning the ruler over it. I lick my lips and groan, gripping my hands into her sheets as she kisses the head while looking up to me. I reach forward to her with one hand, running my fingers through her raven-black hair. She, meanwhile, carefully sets that ruler in place, her eyes widening as she realizes aloud, “Shit... you're over a foot long...”

I nod and laugh slightly, groaning again with her continued head teasing. She pins my shaft by wrapping her pointer finger and thumb, unable to close them together, at the 12 inch mark before sliding it forward to the tip. She does some mental calculations as she sets the ruler down at my side, a bit out of the way, asking coyly, “So, Darren, how big would you say you are?”

Shrugging, I admit, “It's been a while... fourteen, maybe fifteen inches long?”

Kim giggles a bit as she licks under my shaft, lifting my length up so it glides over her face and displays prominently for me. “Close... fifteen and five-eighths inches long,” she answers with a tone of pride, “You're over twice as big as the guys I've had before... such a monster...”

Her candid nature made me grin, definitely the best effect I've ever gotten from my endowment before. “Oh yeah? You sure you can handle me then?” I tease with a deep groan, rubbing one cheek with my hand while my cock slides against the other, moving with each little twitch of my groin, “You're in great shape, but I'm not your standard boyfriend.”

Taking my tease as a challenge, she grips my cock in both hands, lifting it straight up until the head stands level with my sternum. She gets up on her knees and lets my cock fall back, heavily melting between her firm tits, reaching entirely through her cleavage and up to her lips like a fat bottle opening. She hums on my tip, precum beginning to ooze out, as she answers, “Think you're too much for me? Careful, Darren, I wouldn't want to prove you wrong.”

I grin, egging her on as more of my precum dribbles onto her chin and lower lip, “Oh yeah? Prove it then, Miss Nguyen. Tame this beast, if you think you can.”

Tasting my clear, sticky release, she lets her salacious attack upon my thick faucet is clear enough an answer. She licks hungrily at my thick dick slit as she stretches her jaw to slip most of my dickhead into her mouth, milking the corona with her lips and sucks so her cheeks tighten in. Meanwhile, she grabs my hands in hers, bringing them up to her tits. Getting the hint, I groan once more as my hands squeeze into her tit flesh. The heavy orbs squash together over my shaft, and as my hips roll slightly in my seat, my cock throbs fiercely in her bust. Her hands take the opportunity to explore the base of my shaft and my resting testicles. They rise and droop as she caresses them carefully, feeling their weight as they rest in her grip like softballs.

As she suckles on my dickhead, pulsing and rising upward into her lips, her eyes close as she works her head down over mine. Her teeth occasionally bump against my tip; fortunately, she realizes this, and I can feel the struggle of her jaw trying to open for me, but the overwhelming breadth of my corona hobbles her efforts to get more than the mere tip of my shaft into her mouth. Her hands squeeze into my balls more directly as she realizes her failure, stirring my own hands onto her breasts harder as well.

Her head lifts from my dickhead even as she rolls her body more, the merging of her tits and my shaft more active as my hands keep them close together. Kim's lips curl between attempts to engulf the head, groaning lustfully as my balls roll and squish gently in her small, soft hands. After a few more weaker attempts at sucking on the tip, the width too much for her to overcome, she instead switches her game up, licking along my shaft as it bobs up from the top of her cleavage. It only takes a few minutes of her flicking tongue work to get my orgasm building up to boil over; as my release builds to the point of no resistance, I finally let my hands free from her boobs, grunting out, “It's coming,” as a warning. She grins and lifts herself up some, capping my head with her lips and teasing my dickslit with her tongue, almost taunting me to spew for her. My testes curl up against my shaft as my orgasm begins, my abs tensing and cock jerking as the semen finds its way upward. At first, she swallows me down easily, but the look in her eyes as I continue dumping out my seed for her shows her surprise. Still cumming, she eventually pulls free of me, taking my cock in her hands to aim it slightly my way. Several arcing strands of my cum fire upward, and except for one which slops against the underside of the top bunk, she lands the rest on my chest. “Jesus,” she lets out as she watches my fountainhead mesmerized, “Guess I should've expected this.”

Finally, my thighs buckling over the edge of the bed, my orgasm ends, letting my shaft fall back onto my abs, splashing a bit in the cum puddle left on me even as I still manage to leak some more fluid onto the edge of my ribcage. With a devious smirk, Kim slithers forward, straddling over my hips as she lowers her head to my stomach. She licks at my cock and the puddle around it, lapping up my jizz and teasing my cock to stir once more. While my refractory period isn't that much faster than normal, I've noticed that at my size, I can 'cheat' because I don't get to deflate much before being ready once more; Kim, not yet understanding this, presses a fingertip into my shaft as she tongue bathes me, commenting between tastes of my juices, “Doesn't this thing get soft? You're a fucking monster,” though with her grin, it's certainly not a monster she fears.

I laugh and run my hands across her sleek sides as she laps away at me, eventually lifting my manhood with one hand to lick it and the space under it clean. “Well, normally it can, but for you, I decided to make an exception,” I tease back, tensing my groin and letting my shaft pop upward, the head pushing lightly between her free-hanging breasts.

“Fucking monster,” she mumbles as she kisses my chest, looking down to see me ready for action already.

Enjoying the sensual feel of her lips on me, I stroke her hips as she crawls slowly forward onto me, all the while letting my shaft rise up and drag against her chest between those perfect teardrop mounds dangling before me. She lifts her head to look back, watching my shaft under her. “So... how does that all get inside me? Fuck... and this is probably a dumb question, but do you have any condoms?” she asks, the first question wistful and the second more truly inquisitive.

“Well... if we need them, I have some Kings. They fit like half way, and are kinda tight, but they'll probably be more than enough,” I answer with a pleased smile, running my hands through her hair as it spills over her head between us, splitting the length to reveal her face once more.

With a nod, she slides back, standing up in the middle of the room. Tossing her hair back with a flick of her neck, she sighs. “No... that's fine,” she explains, “I'm on the pill, so you don't have to do that... though it might be worth a laugh.”

We laugh together at that as I sit up, my cock towering over my lap, level with my nipples. “So, what's the plan now, babe? You were worried about how to handle me, right?” I ask with a playful tease, wriggling my hips so my cock sways dangerously over my lap.

“Shut up!” she blurts with false anger, “I thought you'd probably want to fuck me standing up or something... I'm honestly not sure how to go about this.”

“Ah... well then, how about this? Lie down on the bed,” I reply as I carefully extract myself from beneath the bunk, standing next to her.

With a nod, she kisses my cheek and strokes my cock briefly before sliding onto her bed, legs spread as her hips rest just at the edge. As she sets herself up, I begin to lower myself, bringing my head to her crotch. “Might as well get you warmed up,” I offer as I let a couple of fingertips caress her sex carefully, feeling over the labia and opening her up slightly.

As I start to work my magic on her, she purrs and brings her hands down to my head, gripping my hair and stroking her fingers through it. I kiss at her entrance as my fingertips continue their exploration, eventually one getting to slip inside her and mix about just inside her opening. My tongue takes over for my fingers as a second tip works its way into her, both tips stirring about in her pussy. Her high-pitched moans let me know I'm doing something right. My other hand takes to stroking and kneading about along her inner thighs while my tongue bathes her labia and clit and my fingers delve further into her, pushing about along those sugar walls. While I'm busy with her lower half, she takes a moment to look around my head; she lets out a loud squeal as I find a sensitive spot, working it for her as she takes in the sight of my body and my manhood once more. Her being turned on arouses me once more, and she marvels that as I rest on my knees, the tip of my cock rests on the ground, the sheer length too much to hang.

Just as with her on me, I spend a good while working my tongue and fingers into her, eventually feeding all four of my right hand into her nearly all the way even as I lick at her labia. She gets off a couple of times from this, her juices spilling out sweetly for my tongue; I lap her drink up more successfully than she could with me, but her notable moistness was a good trait for us. Eventually, she taps my head lightly a couple of times, sighing delightedly. “Okay, okay, Jesus, Darren... you wanna wear me out before you even get in me?” she jokes, wriggling her hips back, “So... you wanna slide in like this?”

“Nah... if you've never been with a guy my size, I think I have a better idea. Here, get up,” I explain, offering her a hand after I stand up.

Taking my hand, I draw her up onto the floor once more, standing before me with my cock trapped between her thighs. She rubs them together, stroking my cock in her thighs as she asks, “Okay, now what, stud?”

It takes me a second to recover my composure as she gets me thigh-fucking her like that, the top of my shaft pushing against her lips and getting some of that juice onto it. “Well, this could work, too, but I was thinking that if you want to control how deep I go, the best bet's to mount me,” I continue, reluctantly withdrawing myself from her confines and lying back onto the bed once more, drawing her with me by the hands.

Standing over the end of the bed, she lets my hands free and nods as she gets my intent. With one hand, she grasps my swaying rod, steadying it above my lap. The other grasps onto the upper bunk as she lifts herself a little to get her pussy over the tip. Once she's able to settle on it, she slowly lets herself slide down onto my length, inch by inch she creeps down, grabbing the edge of the bunk with both hands now to steady herself. The seconds pass as hours as she creeps down along my length, finally stopping as she settles over my exposed base, several inches only getting the taunting feeling of our juices trickling along it while the majority throbs feverishly within. She grunts as she bottoms out, and I find it impossible to hold back, joining her in a carnal song. After taking some time to adjust herself to her state of impalement, she fixes her grip and begins extricating herself off of me, only to grind down and back. Her hips roll slowly at first, the silken caress of her sex and the unrelenting pressure of my now hyper-engorged shaft driving us both mad with lust as she works herself above me.

Refusing to let her efforts go unrewarded (that is, no more so than she's rewarding herself), I wait until Kim's motions have begun to pick up steam. Her eyes closed in lustful bliss, I take the opportunity to sit up, gripping her tiny waist in both hands. She moans at this, and still louder when I arc my back to put my lips upon her quivering nipples in turn, licking and pulling each as she continues to ride me. When she opens her eyes again, she takes a hand to the back of my head, gently pulling my hair down to draw my eyes her way. Grinning up to her between her tits, squished snugly around my chin and cheeks, she arcs her body a bit to start off a passionate kiss in a somewhat untenable embrace, though any discomfort from our mutual discomfort is easily lost in the orgasmic bliss shuddering up our spines. As she shifts herself, my cock trembles at the feeling of her body moving around me; as if she notices it too, after the kiss, she whispers seductively, “How's this?”

Her dulcet tones only drive me madder with passion, my manhood now pulsating fiercely in anticipation of yet another orgasm. “You're off to a good start,” I groan back with all the false bravado I can muster; despite not taking me from stem to stern, the fact she was so willing and able to sacrifice herself upon my merciless spear has my body rendered nigh-useless from the power of the arousal gripping it.

My voice seems to affect her similarly, to my pleasure, her moans now hot and impassioned. She alternates between a slow, hip-rolling grind and a series of quick, lusty bounces on me as she goes speechless again, finally gripping my hair once more and asking, “So... how much am I taking, anyway?”

The look she gives me is one that cuts right to the core of my being, a mix of devilish lust and concerned curiosity, her lips curled and her eyes wide. I move back from her, and as I remove a hand from her waist to reach over for the ruler from before, she returns her hand from my head back to the upper bed. Seeing me bring the ruler in, she stops her stroking for a moment, settling once more on me as fas as she can, wincing slightly as I put the ruler up as close as I can. Using a finger to mark off the distance from base to entry, I eventually bring it up so we can read it together. As best as I could reckon at the time, there was still a sliver over five inches showing on the stick. We both marvel at the result, my being obviously impressed she could manage to down that much of me, and she either likewise amazed or disappointed she didn't do better; honestly, her expression is enigmatic enough that it could be both. “Mmm... guess I still have a way to go, huh?” she finally utters with a sweet moan, giggling with a smile that was new to me, starting her motions again while I try to take her reaction in.

I quickly put the ruler aside once more, nearly tossing it, before setting my hands to her ass cheeks. As I dig my fingers into her rear, she squeals a bit, bucking now atop me with a firm pace. She groans out in short order, the feeling of her innards quivering and tightening as best as she can onto my length signals another orgasm of hers. Suckling one of her tits, she trembles and rides through a cascade of several such orgasms, feeling in my grip and against my frame nearly spastic. After the fourth of these, she finally rests herself in my arms, pushing me back and lying atop me, my still-hard cock buried in her. “Hey... think it's my turn?” I mumble playfully after letting her rest upon my chest for a minute, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

Somehow, she manages to blush as she looks forward to me. “Oh... really? I'm sorry... lemme return the favor,” she moans as she kisses me, running her hands over my arms and pinning me down.

It becomes abundantly clear to me at this moment the value of her schooling as she maneuvers herself now, drawing her legs onto the bed without lifting herself from me more than a few millimeters, grinding over me as her tits press down against my chest. She moans and kisses down my neck, bringing me right back to the cusp of orgasm. I try to warn her, but she seems intent on keeping me right where I am; when I begin to erupt, she moans into my neck and bucks back down my rod. About half way through my lengthy expulsion, grinding back under her as I fill her womb to the brim and then some, she trembles with yet another orgasm, panting as hers comes to an end shortly after mine, the excess semen mixed with her juices and oozing down against the top of my crotch. As my erection finally gives once more, she wriggles atop me, slipping as much of my flagging length into her as she can, finally able to sheath me totally within her in that state. The feeling of being crotch to crotch like that surprises me, enough that I don't notice the feeling of my cum oozing between us, as does she; “Wait... oh, yeah...,” she purrs lazily as she feels down at my groin, stroking her sex lips and the very base of my shaft, “Finally...”

I kiss her cheek and stroke her sides as I admire the feeling of being engulfed. “Wow... guess you can take me, huh?” I offer in a deep, encouraging tone, earnestly in awe of the feat.

“Heh... don't worry, Darren, you'll get to feel more than this, I promise,” she replies as she writhes atop me, playing with my balls as she tries to tease me back to arousal, “You're not gonna best me.”

We both laugh and smile to each other knowingly; I don't expect her to pull off the impossible, but I am not about to stop her from trying, and while I'm sure she realizes the futility, she has the look of a woman truly determined to prove us both wrong. “That's all well and good, but just promise me you won't kill yourself trying...,” I tease coyly, groaning for her as she works my balls each in turn, “Babe, are you still looking for more?”

“Mmm... only if you think you're man enough to deliver,” she challenges, rubbing my resting manhood in her as she twists over my body, still hefting and rolling my balls in her hand down that way.

Letting her tease me for a couple of minutes like this, my dick begins to stir within her once more, forcing her to drag her hips over mine so our connection is no longer as close. Putting my hands down on the bed, I start to lift us both off the bed, Kim deftly drawing herself out from beneath the other bunk and slipping onto her feet. “Oh. Have something in mind?” she purrs as I follow after with less grace, her lithe body able to compensate so I never have to remove myself from her pussy.

“Yeah... figure the bed's been messed up more than enough for one night, and I wanted to get you back for that little dance you did on me. Maybe some wild, reckless doggy style? Just have to slip out,” I explain matter-of-factly as I grasp her hips.

However, before I can start pulling her forward, she pulls off another impressive feat; she almost falls forward for a moment, grabbing onto my right arm with both her hands. Using me for support, she raises up on her left foot and pivots her right leg outward. With a surprisingly quick roll of her body, she flings her free leg in front of my body and twists around on my cock as her central axis, ending with her back to me and both hands on my other arm. I stare at her befuddled as she rises up and bends forward, wriggling her ass up at me even as my shaft swells up in her once more. “Holy...,” I let out.

“One of the benefits of banging a cheerleader,” she explains wistfully as she looks back to me over her shoulder with a wink, her face scrunching up and her lips formed into a pout as she wriggles along my length once more, moaning with a perfectly wicked cadence.

Instinct begins to overwhelm my rational mind as I grasp her waist firmly, bucking my hips and propelling us both forward. She grips onto the edge of her desk as I begin to mount her, my body quickly rolling to the motion of my hips, pistoning my flesh into her still-tight sex. She moans softly and I grunt as I straddle her, kissing up and down the top of her back, resting my hands to either side of hers as we both lean forward. Trying to keep from bottoming out in her, I still occasionally over thrust, compelling her to slowly crawl forward until after several minutes of the crescendo of pounding, her chest ends up nearly jiggling onto the table, threatening to mess up her organization. Without wanting to stop me, Kim starts slipping to the side from under me; drawing me with her, she makes it over to her roommate's desk, a messier affair with books and photo supplies strewn about. Once there, she settles more readily onto the desk, moaning louder as I put every bit of my body into ravaging her sex.

Kim's head thrashes back and forth as we go wild over her roommate's stuff, sliding everything on it about without the least bit of concern; both of our eyes are closed as this animalistic dance pulls us free of our rational minds. A couple of thuds do nothing to stir us from the trance, only breaking when my lengthening strokes, nearly the full 10.5” she could take of me being hammered from lips to end, bring her to orgasm once more. Then once more. And two more after that for good measure. As she writhes on my shaft in the throes of her estacy, I pump my seed into her relentlessly once more, now helping coat the floor as we have the bed.

Looking back to me as we finally slow together again, she puts a hand under her sex, marveling at the flow she catches. “Fuck, Darren,” she lets out, “I don't know if one pill will save me from you,” triggering another mutual laugh.

Finally, I let her from my grasp and pull myself free once more. My cock flops against my thigh with a loud, wet slap, the retreating flesh a bit redder than when I first revealed it those endless minutes ago. Kim moans softly as she begins to stand, her legs spread as she rises up and adjusts the things on the desk before turning my way. “We're such a mess,” she notes as she sways up to me, wrapping her arms around me and cuddling her head into my firm chest, “Maybe you should stay here... we can clean up in the morning when the bathrooms are more quiet.”

I nod and reply, “Yeah... if you're sure. I don't know if we can let your roommate see what we've done to the place,” as I comb my fingers through her hair, sighing happily even as I continue dripping the last of my seed onto my feet.

Regretfully breaking from our loving embrace, Kim walks over to the beds, grabbing the blanket atop the bottom mattress and ripping it off unceremoniously. It falls down around my feet, and I step over it to meet her at the beds, kicking the blanket behind me over to the desks. She lies down as I get to the edge of the bed, and she smiles up to as she beckons me to her rather bluntly, stroking my cock gingerly with both hands. “You're insatiable, aren't you?” I tease as I slide down next to her.

Lying on our backs, she leans my way as she continues playing with my shaft, pulling it up over my hips and kneading it. “Mmm... for you, totally,” she purrs, rubbing into me as she bends my cock in her hands, feeling it pulse once more, “And it seems the feeling's mutual.”

I turn to her and kiss her in response, keeping my hands down so she can keep hers active. Our lips wrestle and merge as she leans in my way more, her tits splaying around my right arm as she strokes at the underside of my towering monument of lust, erected once more after many minutes of her teasing and our shared kisses, loving and playful. “You know... you just got me hard again, Kim... I'm pretty sure you owe me a couple of orgasms,” I whisper between kisses, playing with her earlobe with my lips.

“Why not just keep up then?” she giggles back quickly, letting go of my shaft.

Feeling her let go, I turn my hips to her quickly, dropping my cock brusquely against her thighs. She winces a bit as she feels the fallen log on her. “Damn... you're dangerous, hun... gotta put that thing away,” she moans out in a chiding tone, unable to stop her grinning as she fakes the upset tone.

Before I can retort, she wriggles her body so she can get up onto her knees. She then straddles over my waist with her hips, curling up so she can get her pussy lips to the head of my dick, resting on my stomach and chest after she moved it off her. Catching her vibe, I flex my abs and raise my cock some so she can drop her hips and get me penetrating her once more. She slides down onto me again, straddling close over me and kissing me once more as she bottoms out. Our hands feel over each other's bodies as we French kiss there, tongues battling lovingly while my manhood throbs in her mightily. She moans into my mouth as she writhes on my body, slowly lathering my shaft with her juices as deep as she can devour it.