My Playmate Ch. 01

I rode the waves, waiting patiently for the flexing muscles of Courtney's legs to stop quivering and after a couple of minutes, she finally sagged to a stop and half collapsed across the empty table. I stood up, and looked around for a moment before Brian stepped up with a few napkins he'd found in the room so I could clean up my face. I made no mention of the tent in his jeans as he still gaped at Courtney's naked pussy.

Courtney sighed, and then Christine sighed with her as she saw the rapturous look on her friend's face. We were all silent for a few minutes as Courtney eventually collected herself, getting off the pool table and smoothing out her skirt. I hoped no one noticed the trickle of fluid running down her leg as I offered her the napkins. Still, there was no fixing the puddle of juices soaking the felt on the pool table.

"Well, I must say that was pretty good," Courtney finally informed me. "But you're a long way from being a master. So I guess we're just going to have to keep practicing until you've mastered it."

**Oh poor me.** "I think I can handle that."

And Courtney sashayed right back up to me, the fire in her eyes still burning as brightly as ever. Then she leaned up and licked along the side of my face, catching a trail of her own honey before returning to my mouth and latching onto my lips for our first kiss. She moaned happily into me and the erection that had been trapped in my jeans was now screaming at me for relief.

Then she turned to her friend. "Uh, Christine? Would you mind taking Brian here for a walk? I think the boys' dorm room is going to be occupied for the next hour or so."

Christine nodded as she crossed the room to rejoin my roommate. "You little slut," she giggled to her friend. "Don't have too much fun without me."

***

So Brian and Christine went their separate way while Courtney and I literally raced to the privacy of my dorm room. And no sooner had we entered than she trapped me against my own door and began to french kiss me with mad desire.

My hands were roving over all her forbidden places while she simply clutched my shoulders as our tongues dueled together. Courtney actively ground her crotch onto my thigh while my palms cupped her perfect asscheeks, and then I stroked her spine while another hand came up to finally touch one of the massive globes sitting up on her chest.

I was content to remain kissing, still young and new enough to the sex game to enjoy this simple pleasure; still wise and experienced enough to be patient for the main course.

But Courtney had other ideas. After only a few minutes of engaging our mouths, Courtney backed away and then turned around. She was standing in the middle of the room and kicked her feet out to the sides, then bent over and grabbed her own ankles just above her white tennis shoes, forming an upside-down V with her body. And with a flick of her hips, she managed to flip the back of her skirt up and fold it over until there was nothing but her bare ass and juicy pussy staring back at me at the apex.

Her upside-down face grinned at me, "Drop your jeans."

Patience or not, I knew an opportunity when I saw one. My jeans and boxers hit the floor, trapped around my feet, and I shuffled forward until I was able to step in right behind her. My erect penis was leading the way and pointing towards her naked backside, like a plant stretching towards the sun.

"Ooh, come to me."

Once I was right behind her, Courtney wriggled on her feet until she brought her hips to just the right height for me. So with my dick hard and aimed forward, I gripped her thighs and sank myself deeply into her wet tunnel.

The fireworks of pleasure lit off in my brain as every tender nerve came into contact with the paradise of Courtney's pussy. A dim part of me wanted to look into her eyes as we made love for the first time. But she wasn't that kind of girl and this wasn't that kind of fuck.

So I stared down at the perfect ass of the limber girl bent in half before me, and I watched my spear parting her folds over and again while I pumped back and forth. Courtney's mewling noises drifted up to me while I thrust deep into her body. With her hands clamped onto her own ankles, she was completely helpless in my hands and dependent on the fulcrum of our fuck to remain vertical.

"Fuck me baby!" she cried.

This was fast and dirty. And it was apparently just how Courtney wanted it. I would have liked to say our first time making love was a rich tapestry of emotion and feeling, filled with loving caresses and tender words, stretching on into the evening so we could scale the heights of passion over hours of sensuous bliss.

But it wasn't.

Courtney's legs started trembling and she threatened to collapse from her precarious position. But I just gripped her ass even tighter and fucked her body around my shaft even harder. And then when Courtney's legs went rigidly still and she screamed out in ecstasy, I thrust all the way in one last time and joined her in the celebration of release.

Her legs were locked still but her pussy muscles were spasming uncontrollably, and into this maelstrom of flesh I ejected load after load of cum directly into the heart of the storm. Courtney was gasping and muttering, "Oh, I can feel it!", reveling in our mutual orgasm while I simply growled and fired another burst of semen into her warm pussy.

At last we ground to a halt, and with my hands still on Courtney's hips I leaned back until my spent cock plopped out, followed by a river of cum that dribbled down her leg. I managed to keep her upright just long enough until Courtney's knees buckled and she sank to all fours on the floor.

I made a mental note to try and wipe up the fluids from the carpet before it stained too badly. And as I leaned back against my dresser I simply gasped for breath, listening to Courtney's pants of exertion as well and looking at her half- naked and well-fucked form still curled up on the carpet. I figured we were done for the moment.

I was wrong.

The nymphomaniac before me just turned around and lifted her shirt over her head. And then looking at me while sitting on her bare ass, she reached back and unsnapped her bra, moving efficiently.

Still, despite the lack of theatrics, the reveal of Courtney's wonderful breasts to my gaze for the first time was an absolutely mind-blowing experience. Her round globes, so full and so firm in their youth, were the biggest ones I'd ever seen with my own two eyes. Capped by turgid pink nipples and standing proudly away from her body, they were absolutely spectacular. I felt the new twitch of life in my cock from that sight alone.

And giggling at the expression on my face, Courtney continued to move, pulling her skirt down her legs and off, until she wore nothing but her socks and tennis shoes, which for some reason stayed on. Kinky. And I loved it.

"Get on your bed," she told me, and I was quick to obey. She went to my feet to remove my shoes and then tug my jeans off. I whipped my shirt over my head which left me completely naked. My half-hard dick, still wet with her pussy juices, lay out in the open before Courtney's flashing eyes.

She climbed onto the mattress to join me, and I couldn't help but reach my hands out to touch her skin. She was so hot I felt like I could burn my fingers against her, and at the same time it was such a silky smooth texture I couldn't get enough of caressing every inch I could reach, rubbing at random and changing directions whimsically every moment to touch a new place.

Courtney, meanwhile, was much more direct in her attention. She went right for my cock and my body went still for a second when she slurped me into her mouth.

I half choked when the velvety warm sensation spread into my body, and I lay back on the bed so simply enjoy this while Courtney showered me with our first blowjob together.

Her tongue was a dancing imp of pleasure, titillating the sensitive skin and rubbing her fingers against my balls. "Oh, that's sooo good," I groaned to her. And it wasn't hyperbole. She was easily the most awesome oral giver of pleasure I'd ever experienced.

But her suckling was not meant to bring me off, only to bring me back up. And in record time I was sporting an impressive piece of wood, stronger than oak.

Fully in charge, Courtney maneuvered herself until she was squatting over my hips, her socks and tennis shoes planted flat on my bedspread while she looked deep into my eyes from an upright position. My hands automatically went to those generous tits and I cupped them in my hands, feeling her up to my delight.

Courtney just smiled and glanced down at my hands, proud of her impressive bosom and apparently pleased that I was so enraptured by it.

"Like them? You can play with them all you want. In fact, after tonight, I'll let you play with them whenever you want. Just trap me against a door and shove your hand inside my shirt. Feel me up, tease my nipples. Anytime you desire. Mmm, you could stick your head up in my shirt and suck on them if you wanted. Maybe later I'll let you fuck them!"

My mind was spiraling out of control picturing everything she was telling me, and I gripped those firm globes ever tighter as if I would never let go. But Courtney had her own needs to attend to as well and before I realized it, she'd pivoted and then buried my dick back into her still sloppy pussy.

I grunted my approval as she began to grind herself upon me, doing more carving than thrusting. I kept my palms on her tits as we gyrated together, enjoying the intensely tight squeeze while smoothly gliding against each other with the copious amounts of lubrication.

"Oh, baby. You feel so good inside me. I want your cock every day. I want you fucking me every day. It's so, so fucking hot! I can't believe the temperature of this thing! You're setting me on fire!"

Then Courtney elevated, and balancing with her left hand planted behind her, she leaned back and redirected my cock with her right hand until the mushroom head was trapped in her butt cleft.

"No way," I breathed. I moved my hands out of the way so I could witness the sight before me unobstructed.

Courtney just nodded. "I need to feel you burning through me." And then she sank her body down, exhaling mightily to relax her sphincter and leaning to make herself heavier and slam her own ass around my cock until the head popped through her anal ring.

I couldn't believe the tight pressure as she forced her ass down onto me, but once we got through the first ring she descended rapidly and then I was balls deep in an asshole for the very first time in my life.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. It was unbelievably tight. I'd thought her pussy was a snug fit, but I was squeezed on all sides inside of this inferno of Courtney's ass.

She just sat there on top of me for a minute, enjoying the feel of my pole up her butt, and idly she let her fingers dangle down to tickle her clit on the other side.

But then she leaned back with both arms, planting both hands on the bed and began to pump herself up and down with her legs. She fucked me on all fours, with her tits pointed to the ceiling and her pussy gaping wide just before my face, still oozing white globs of cum from our previous pussy-fuck.

"Oh, oh, fuck!" she whimpered. "So full! Your cock is so hot and it fills me up so well!"

I was in absolute heaven. A smoking hot nymphomaniac was fucking me up her asshole, and despite having cum only minutes before, I could feel myself slipping away into ecstasy. I had to find something else to focus on, and in a desperate effort to please her I moved my hands to the love button and wet gash in front of me.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, baby! Stick your fingers in me!"

So my right hand twiddled her clit while I shoved two fingers from my left hand in between her pussy lips. Courtney slammed her body down once, impaling my cock all the way up her ass and she remained right there, moaning in ecstasy while I flexed the shaft inside her backside and plunged my fingers in and out of her front hole.

And then she threw her head back and shrieked to the world that she was cumming. I knew the cinderblock would muffle most of the sound, but there was no way my neighbors could have any doubt about what was occurring in this dorm room.

Now satisfied, Courtney was determined to get me off as well. She slipped to her knees to give her calves a break, and then sat upright while gyrating around to feel my rod stretching her asshole wide open. And with her big tits bouncing right in my face she began to buck her body up and down, chest thrust outwards, head held high while she called out "Fill me! I wanna feel you shooting off in my ass! Let it go! Give me your cum!"

I clamped my hands onto her hips to help her up and down, physically dominating her body and forcing her ass to fuck my cock at a pace that I wanted, as if I was masturbating myself with her asshole. And after only a few minutes of Courtney's tight butt muscles clenching and the audio/visual assault of her bosom and voice moaning at me. My balls coiled and then unleashed, and I was blasting off inside of Courtney's bowels, coating her insides with the hot splashes of my cum.

Courtney shrieked in happiness as rope after rope of jizz impacted with her inner walls, and the deluge simply kept coming as I realized I was cumming more than I'd ever done in my life. "My first ass" was a mantra repeating over and again in my head.

She sat atop me, just enjoying the sensations until eventually the rod holding her upright deflated and she collapsed backwards across my bed, now leaking cum from both of her holes and onto my bedspread. I would have to do an early load of laundry tonight.

Courtney lay flat on her back, and I didn't move either. Some part of me figured I should be cuddling or something, but this simple exhaustion after such an incredible fuck also seemed appropriate. Neither of us moved for several moments as we just tried to catch our breath.

The quiet was interrupted by a hard knock at the door. "You guys still in there?" Brian's voice called out.

I checked the clock and realized we'd been fucking a lot longer than I expected. "Uh, give us two minutes, dude!" I got up and shouted back. Courtney smiled at me and then started to get her clothes back together, and also grabbed a few paper towels to clean her soiled body up a bit.

But then I was kissing Courtney goodbye, and Christine's sparkling eyes were on her friend as Courtney and Brian switched places across the room. The two girls stood just outside our door and looked back at us boys. We only chatted for a minute before finalizing our good nights.

Courtney finally stated, "I'd better get back to my roommate. I feel a little guilty for disappearing on her for the last two days."

That made me pause, "Aren't you two roommates?"

Courtney glanced at her friend and then back to me. "Oh, oh no!" she giggled, realization dawning across her face. "We just met each other on the first day. My roommate's a bookworm and I can't seem to get her to crawl out of our room just yet. But I'll try to drag her out with us tomorrow. You guys will like her, she's really sweet and she really needs some friends."

Then Christine added, "Well my roommate is not the shy type, but she already has her own friends from high school and runs in her own circle. So maybe it'll just be the five of us."

"Okay, well we'll see you in the morning." A second round of goodbyes went around and then Brian and I turned back to our room.

And so both Brian and I sat on our own beds, spacing out into the distance. We were both ruminating on what the past few hours had brought us.

"She kissed me," Brian whispered, half in disbelief. He was floating on Cloud 9. I didn't bother to tell him Courtney and I had done much more than kiss.

"That was the best day of my life," Brian said.

I had to agree.

***

This time, Brian and I were the ones picking up the girls for breakfast. I felt it was more appropriate for the guys to do the "picking up", and besides I liked the pseudo-dating aspect of the concept.

Christine was already inside Courtney's dorm room, and we finally met the wallflower roommate, Anna. To be honest, she pretty much fit the expected bookworm stereotype: brown-eyed brunette with bangs, a simple haircut designed to be efficient, glasses, and librarian-esque clothing that hid her figure from further inspection. Her face did have a clean attractiveness, although she could stand to wear a little makeup. Above all else the slumped posture and downcast eyes were her biggest problem.

But Anna shook my hand firmly in greeting, like a guy would shake hands, and she was cordial enough in speaking to Brian and me. And then we were all off to breakfast together.

After the previous evening's aerobic activities, I had a hunger to clutch Courtney's body to me and attack her in lustful pleasure. But instinctively I found myself holding back from flirting or any other physical affection towards Courtney. Somehow, I felt I had to be more reserved in front of her roommate.

Besides, half of Courtney's attention was now on Anna while she did her best to be cheery and draw the wallflower out of her shell. The rest of us picked up on Courtney's activities and we all went out of our way to be friendly and subtly keep Anna involved in the conversation. And by the time breakfast was done Anna was much more open and relaxed with the rest of us.

Still, my teenaged mind was filled with sexual thoughts, and I caught myself on more than one occasion hungrily devouring Courtney with my eyes. She noticed, more than once, and a little smirk would creep into her face as she kept up the conversation. And I would shake my head out and return to less sexual, but more sociable, topics.

And then we were all off to the final day of Orientation's boring lectures and warnings. We all got our "drop-everything-and-run-because-someone-is-being- raped" whistles. We laughed at the "safe sex" skit. And I pretty much forget what all the other topics were on because my mind was elsewhere.

Specifically, my mind was about two feet to my left. The five of us sat in one row together for the whole day: Anna, Courtney, Me, Christine, and Brian. And yes, it was Courtney I was daydreaming about, not her friend who was spending more time flirting with Brian. I rested my hand on the armrest between us, and from the moment Courtney slipped her own palm into mine I swore I would never let her hand go.

Of course, I did let it go when we had to split off into our mentoring groups again. And I counted down every second until I saw her once again. I used to count down minutes; now it was seconds. And each tick on my wristwatch made my heart sink even further down, to a depth where only Courtney's smiling face could ever rescue me.

Yeah, it's a safe bet to say I've got a pretty bad crush. For a moment I remembered how aloof and unbothered I felt when Courtney first had her gaggle of male admirers at the bowling alley. Love at first sight? Nah. But her infectious energy had drawn me out, her humor kept me entertained, and the most incredible sex of my life had completely blown my mind. I'd never been in love before, but maybe this was it.

My crippled condition made me pretty bipolar for the rest of the day. It was a simple logical equation. If Courtney is with me, I am the happiest guy on Earth. If Courtney is not with me, I am so depressed I want to kill myself. So I celebrated like a drunk idiot when we were finally reunited just before dinner.

In fact, just being around her filled me up with so much joy that I belatedly realized Brian and I were returning to our dorm room in the late evening without anything remotely sexual occurring. When I'd woken up this morning, all I could think about was another frantic romp around my room, fucking Courtney in every way imaginable. But now that the day was over, I realized that it had been a pleasant, but chaste evening. And I didn't regret a moment of it.