A Sordid Arrangement

“Fuck me, Kyle,” Erin moaned. “Oh… oh fuck… oh you feel so good… you’re making me feel so good… fuck me… fuck me… oh fuck… fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!”

Her moans became screams as her orgasm finally hit, her pussy clamping down on his and tipping him over the edge. Kyle gripped her head and forced her lips to his as they both came hard, her hands reaching down to grip his balls and the base of his cock as he began pumping another huge load of cum up into her.

Thick, hot and potent cum splashed against her cervix, squeezing between his bulbous cock head and the shaft of his impressive dick. Huge load after huge loads blasted out, splashing her cervix and soaking her already cum-stained pussy with a fresh batch of his potent seed.

Thick white gunk oozed out, drenching her fingers with his hot goo. Erin’s orgasm was made even more potent by his powerful ejaculations. As she quivered with pleasure she felt hot, thick liquid ooze between her fingers. Cum dripped to the tiles beneath them as the horny pair came hard.

Her body twitched in rhythm with his as their shared orgasms eventually faded, and, breaking their kiss, Erin looked at the face of this man who had fucked her so good four times now! Kyle’s face, for one brief moment, was one of adoration, and she realised he had meant everything he had said while fucking her: she was the best fuck he had ever had.

Erin smiled. “Is that all you got?” she purred.

Pushing her away from him, Kyle twisted her around and pulled her close. He slid back into her as he rose to his feet. Erin wrapped her legs around him as he carried her over to the locker and slammed her against it.

She had barely enough time to let out a gasp of surprise before he was slamming his dick into her faster and harder than before. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Erin clawed at his back as she felt his cock pumped into and out of her like a baseball bat. It couldn’t be possible but she swore Kyle was even harder than before!

Kyle fucked her like a man possessed. Ramming his dick into her so hard and fast that Erin had only the briefest moments to gasp, sucking in the air she needed that she kept expelling as loud moans of ecstasy. She couldn’t speak: no matter how hard she wanted to goad him, to tease him with her new-found knowledge of how he felt about her, Kyle wasn’t given her any chance.

Again and again he slammed her against the locker. The sound of her ass colliding with the metal almost as loud as their moans and grunts, their groans and sounds of the pleasures their frantic sex was giving them both.

She didn’t have a chance to even think: the feeling of his huge cock jackhammering her pussy, after being fucked so hard for what had to be over an hour now, and cuming several times, was so incredible that it was all that Erin had in her mind. Just the feeling of his big cock slamming up into her over and over again. The feeling of his head slamming against her cervix. The feeling of his big shaft, his thick veins and hot flesh, sliding against her sensitive vagina.

Erin couldn’t believe sex could feel like this; so intense and incredible! So passionate and so lusty! This wasn’t making love, or having sex, this was pure, carnal fucking!

Again and again her ass slammed against the locker. Propelled forward by his powerful thrust as Kyle sought to hammer his dick into her, over and over, as if desperate to cum. Yet Kyle was in no hurry to cum again: he was going to make this stunner cum again and again, and as they fucked against the locker Kyle felt her twitch and squirm in his arms, and he knew she was soon to experience another orgasm.

With relentless fury Kyle fucked her into another incredible orgasm, and this time he didn’t give her a chance, continuing to thrust his dick into her as she squirmed and moaned in his arms. Erin gasped with how good it felt as his relentless hammering kept her orgasm flying high; Peter had never fucked her to an orgasm like this before!

Without letting her pause Kyle continued his merciless assault, hammering her pussy with his huge, rock hard cock over and over, until he carried her from the locker and slammed her into the pillar. With her pressed against the cool painted concrete he resumed his frantic thrusting.

Erin reached above her, trying to find any purchase with which to secure herself and try and fight back against Kyle’s relentless assault. Her fingers slipped on the smooth concrete, finding no signs for her to dig her fingers in. Growling in frustration she returned to clawing at his back, by now it must be covered in imprints left by her nails as she scratched at him, desperate as her vagina flared with incredible pleasures from his jackhammering dick.

Grabbing her thighs and holding tightly Kyle leaned back, letting her fall against the pillar, and holding her began pounding his own thighs upwards, sending his dick deep into her again and again. Erin clutched at the back of his neck and moaned loudly with how good it felt.

Their eyes met, both consumed by the pleasures of her fucking. Her large brown eyes held his, her mouth hanging open in a constant moan. Her features were consumed by lust. His was just as warped by their incredible fuck. They moaned and gasped and attempted to say anything but it was all lost by how intense this fuck was. All Kyle could think about was ramming his dick into her as hard and fast as he could, all the while holding back on yet another incredible orgasm that threatened to see more cum pumped into this stunning brunette.

Erin had no such desire to hold back on her own orgasm, and quickly her face contorted into whimpering pleasure as she came again, and just like last time Kyle didn’t pause but continued to pound away. Strained moaning escaped from her own lips as Erin couldn’t even gather enough air to scream in pleasure. Her mouth couldn’t close. She whimpered and moaned with the pleasure Kyle was giving her.

If Kyle wasn’t too busy slamming his dick into her he would have smiled in smug satisfaction, but the effort of holding back his own orgasm took all his effort. As well as continuing to slam his big dick up into this stunning brunette’s wet, hot and cum-filled pussy.

Erin had no idea how long she leaned against the pillar; her eyes held by Kyle’s bright blue and wide with pleasure. It felt an age – longer than they had been fucking until now, but it couldn’t be – and throughout the whole moment all she could think about was how good this sex was, and how much she never wanted Kyle to stop fucking her.

Until he picked her back up, and carried her away from that pillar. He managed to the other side of the changing room before he slammed her into another set of lockers and began to pound her against them. Reaching up he gripped the top of the lockers and used it as purchase to fuck her harder, and Erin did likewise.

Their mouths met, tongues slashing, as they moaned and groaned into each other’s open mouths as their hips slammed into each other. Sending his cock deep into her, harder and faster than Peter ever had. Fucking with a ferocity her boyfriend could never manage.

Kyle hung his head back as he pounded her into the locker. Erin gasped and moaned, her lips almost touching his neck. She was going to cum again! She could feel it build and build, and at any moment it was going to be released like a fucking damn collapsing and-

“FUCK!” she screamed, throwing her arms around him and holding tightly as he continued to mercilessly pound her into the lockers as incredible pleasures consumed her. Each thrust of his big, hard, thick dick amplified her orgasm, sending waves of incredible sensations through her in time to his relentless thrusting.

Her legs felt weak, and for a moment Erin was frightened she was going to collapse, but then Kyle’s strong arms were beneath her ass once more, and he carried her away from the lockers.

He stumbled across the changing room. Erin moved her hips down onto his cock only slightly slower than he had been thrusting it into her moments earlier. Her lips kissed and tasted the sweat on his neck. Her eyes still closed from how intense her orgasm had just been.

She didn’t know where he was taking her; Erin was placing her trust entirely in this man, who, that morning, had been someone she had hated with a passion. Now their passion was entirely different: animalistic lust. Pure carnal fucking. Sex like she had never had it before.

She felt her back hit cold tiles, and her eyes snapped open to find he had carried her into the shower. Large enough for the two of them to fit comfortably, and more than enough for what they both had in mind.

Bracing against the side of the shower, Kyle resumed his powerful thrusts. His dick pounded her hard, and Erin felt the impacts of her ass against the shower wall. The discomfort lost in how good his big dick felt as it jackhammered into her pussy.

“Oh god! Oh fucking god… oh don’t stop… don’t stop…” Erin moaned into his ear as she held on for dear life; her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, while her legs looped around his waist. “Don’t stop… please… oh fuck me… fuck me, Kyle… fuck me… just fuck me… don’t… don’t stop… oh god… you fuck me so good… so good… fuck… please, Kyle… just keep… just keep fucking me… don’t stop… please… oh god… Kyle… Kyle! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Hitting the tiled walls, Erin’s head snapped back and she screamed with pleasure once more. She had lost count of the number of times Kyle had made her cum that night, and each time she felt it like the first: blinding, consuming pleasure that robbed her sight and made her fingers, toes and limbs contort in the strangest ways.

Once again the tightening of her pussy as she came hard tipped Kyle over the edge, and he had been struggling to hold back since entering the shower. His cock head expanded and huge globs of his potent, sperm-filled cum splashed over her cervix. Once again filling her pussy with his creamy seed.

As Erin came Kyle’s own orgasm hit hers like two waves colliding, the impact sending her into new heights. Each time he ejaculated her orgasm strengthened. A feedback loop that kept Erin on an orgasmic high as Kyle emptied his huge and heavy balls into her for the seventh time that night.

Cum oozed out from between his dick and her tight pussy, dripping onto the floor of the shower unit. As they held each other against the wall a steady stream of fluids dripped onto the drain. His cock pumped and pumped; thick cum sloshed inside her, making her own orgasm hit new heights as she moaned loudly with how good it felt to have him cum inside her again.

Eventually – much to her disappointment – Kyle stopped cuming, and he stumbled backwards, carrying Erin with him until his back hit the shower wall. With the smooth tiles behind him Kyle slid down the surface, and together he and Erin crumpled to the floor of the showers.

“Fuck…” Kyle gasped.

“Yeah…” Erin smiled as she rested on his lap. His dick was still inside her, and to her total lack of surprise he was still hard. Jesus; did this boy ever get sore? Looking at Kyle she brushed the hair from her face. “Looking to prove something?”

“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you like this every day,” he said. Despite how tired his limbs felt, Kyle managed a smug smirk nonetheless. “Just imagine how many times I’m going to make you cum when we fuck!”

“Hmm… you’re going to fuck me sore if you keep this up…” Erin said, although she was sure it would be Kyle who’d be sore at the end of all this. She had cum again and again – far more than he had – and her pussy was still good to go! Erin was surprised at her sexual stamina, but seeing Kyle almost spent – despite his rock hard dick still embedded within her – she wasn’t going to let this fuck stop here! He might need a moment’s rest, but Erin had barely used most of her well-honed muscles while she was being fucked senseless.

Settling her hands behind her, Erin leaned back and began to rock her hips. Her pussy taking his big dick with long strokes. Reaching out she gripped his shoulder and used it as leverage as she worked her hips hard and fast.

“Still horny?” Kyle asked. Fuck, this woman was insatiable!

“Yeah,” she replied. “I want more of your big dick. Hmm… you feel so good inside me… I want to fuck your dick every day… I want you to fuck me and cum in me every day…”

“I told you I’ll do that,” he said. “I’m a man of my word.”

“So you’re going to be nice to Peter?” She asked as her hips slammed against his.

“I’ll be nice.”

Moving her hips, Erin was fucking him nice and hard, in the way that she now knew she loved to fuck, though not as hard as he had been pounding it into her minutes earlier. “You’ll be nice,” she said. “You’ll be considerate. You’ll treat him like a friend.” She leaned forward, her lips almost touching his. “Like a fucking brother.”

“He’ll be my best friend,” Kyle said.

“Good boy,” Erin said. “And what happens to good boys?”

“They get fucked,” Kyle smirked.

“Hmm…” Erin smiled, leaned back and began to thrust her hips against his. A smile spread across her face as the now familiar feeling of Kyle’s thick, hard dick penetrating deep into her. A warm presence so unlike the soft, smaller dick of her boyfriend. Erin knew this wasn’t going to end tonight; no, this was the start of something big.

Yesterday she had awoken a loving, faithful girlfriend of some five years. Someone who would never think of cheating on her boyfriend. Now, not only had she cheated on Peter – some nine or ten times! – she was going to continue to cheat on Peter with his big-dicked roommate.

Erin was going to fuck Kyle as often as she could. Sex with him felt so good; she wasn’t going to let a little thing like a committed boyfriend get in the way of how incredible Kyle made her feel!

Anyway… this was also, partly, all for him. In a way that meant it was also all for her.

She was getting what she wanted. She was getting incredible sex with a guy who she really, really loved having sex with, and her boyfriend’s life was going to get a hell of a lot easier. She was also going to get her old Peter back.

If anything, her boyfriend should be thanking her for turning Kyle around.

Providing, of course, Kyle stuck to the agreement.

Opening her eyes, Erin saw Kyle’s expression and couldn’t help but smile.

Fixed on her tits, Kyle looked like a kid having discovered his first dirty magazine, and seen the wonders of an adult woman for the first time. It was so sweet: this guy, who had fucked so many women, was so enraptured by little old Erin Winters.

“You like my tits, Kyle?” she purred sweetly as she aggressively worked her hips.

“Fuck yeah…” Kyle said. “Those are the best tits I’ve ever seen!”

“You want to touch my tits?”

“Yeah!” Reaching forward Kyle gripped both of her breasts in his hands. Instead of the rough treatment he gave them earlier, when he was fucking her from behind, his hands explored them with a gentle, tender approach that only made Erin smile wider.

“Are they really the best tits you’ve ever seen?” she asked. “Surely you’ve seen bigger?”

“Yeah, but yours are just the right size,” Kyle said with a smirk. As if to illustrate he extended his fingers, surrounding her breasts with his hands. They did seem to fit snugly, Erin thought as he squeezed gently. His palms sliding over her nipples.

“Hmm… you’ve got bigger hands than Peter,” she mused.

“I’ve got other things bigger than Peter.”

“Be nice, remember?” she said. Her ass cheeks slapping against his legs as she landed.

“I’ll be nice,” Kyle said. “I’ll take him out for drinks. We’ll chat about games and anime and we’ll geek out and become best buds, you’ll see.”

That raised an eyebrow on Erin’s flushed, sweaty face, but providing this well-hung piece of shit actually delivered on his over-blown promises she wasn’t going to complain about the blunt sarcasm. At the moment she was having too much fun bouncing her ass on his massive cock. She couldn’t believe how much sex they had had; despite fucking for what had to have been most of the night by now, Kyle was still as hard as he had been when she had first lowered herself onto him.

That was to say he had the hardest fucking cock she had ever taken.

Although anything would be hard compared to Peter’s limp dick…

“Fuck me, how are you still hard?” she said, smiling with both amazement and appreciation: after all, she still hadn’t had enough of Kyle’s body and the way he made her feel! “God, it feels like we’ve been fucking all night. I can’t believe anyone can last as long as you!”

“What can I say?” Kyle said. “I’ve got stamina.”

“Hmm… that you do…” Erin couldn’t help but smile at that as she bounced herself on his dick. In comparison to their earlier fucking this regular pace was slow as shit, but it was still much, much faster than she made love to Peter. If she took her boyfriend at this speed he wouldn’t last more than five minutes, bless him.

“So do you, Erin,” Kyle said, loving how she felt around his cock as she pumped her vagina up and down his considerable length. “You can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

Kyle wasn’t one for making love; for him good sex was hard, lusty and primal. Yet this here? With her bouncing herself on his dick as she leant back on her arms, and with him against the cool shower walls, watching her sexy as fuck toned body flex with how easily it was for her to ride him? This was almost like making love for Kyle, and he placed his hands behind his head and enjoyed the view of this incredible woman enjoying his body.

And enjoy she was: oh sure, Erin’s orgasm was still far off, and she suspected it would be nothing like the incredible bursts of pure pleasure she had experienced when he had railed her against the lockers, pillar and shower room walls. Nor like when he had drilled her into the tiled floor with such power and aggression.

No, this was going to be a small orgasm, but still much, much more intense than anything her boyfriend could give her. She loved Peter – she had ever since they were children – but he was so shit at sex.

But Kyle? Kyle was incredible, and despite still thinking he was probably the worst person she had ever met, Erin knew she was going to give herself another opportunity to ride his dick. Again and again, for hours at a time, because he made sex feel so good, and Erin had now discovered how much she loved sex.

“You,” she purred as she worked her hips, “are someone a girl can fuck.”

He smiled at that. “Gotta scratch that itch?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “And you scratch it so damn good.”

“I told you.”

“You did,” Erin said, regarding Kyle with such lust it was all he could do not to cum right then. “I can’t wait for us to do this again.”

“I know some great places on campus where we can fuck,” he said.

“I bet you take all the best girls there.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t taken the BEST girl.”

She smiled. “That’s actually kind of sweet.” Regarding him with a sly look she added “I better not be rubbing off on you.”

“I think you kind of are,” he said, gesturing with his eyes at where her pussy was working his thick dick with powerful, regular thrusts.

“Hmm… I hope you don’t rub off on me…” Erin mused.

“I think I may have,” he said. “For what is Horny Erin but an unintended creation of my sordid influence upon your uninhibited libido?”

“Oh! Look at you using the big words!” she said theatrically. “I’m definitely a terrible influence.”

“Don’t stop now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, with a seductive grin. Leaning her head back she focused on her hips, taking his big dick over and over again. Fuck, did he feel good inside her! So much bigger and thicker than Peter. So warm and so fucking hard!

Kyle meanwhile was enjoying how tight she was. They had been fucking for hours and she was still as tight as she was the first time he’d entered her. Erin was easily the tightest pussy he had ever fucked, and the feeling of her clamped down around his girth, milking his dick and balls with powerful movements of her hips, was something incredible.

For ages they said nothing more, just enjoying the way their bodies felt joined in the act of sex. Erin worked her hips against his over and over, feeling his dick slide up and out of her again and again. The feeling of impending orgasm grew with each thrust of his dick, each time his wide head pressed against her cervix, and each time it withdrew almost to the point of leaving her.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she said, breathlessly. “I want to swallow your load this time.”

“Fuck yeah,” Kyle gasped, on the edge of cuming himself, but holding out until he felt her cum. “But after you, Erin.”

She nodded. “Almost there.”

Working her hips faster now, she could feel her orgasm approach. Just a little more.

“I’m gonna cum, Erin!”

“Hold on, just wait a little more!” She was so close now!

Kyle nodded. Gripping her thighs and helping her pound his dick. Harder, harder. He clenched hard to stave off his own orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Erin moaned. “Oh fuck… oh fuck! YES! YES! OH FUCK ME!”

“I’m cuming!” Kyle cried out.

As she came hard Erin pulled off him and crouched forward. One hand shot to her clit to work it as her orgasm took hold, while her other gripped his cock and shoved it in her mouth. She felt the first huge jet of cum spray her tonsils as her eyes closed with overwhelming pleasure.

“Hmm…” she sighed as she came.

Kyle closed his eyes, head firm against the shower wall and hands gripping her hair as he felt load after load of his cum travel up his dick to blast the insides of her mouth.

He quickly filled her mouth, and Erin began swallowing frantically as his dick shot load after load of hot, thick sperm-filled gunk into her mouth. She felt the warmth of his cum travel down her throat as she swallowed load after load. Each time she cleared her mouth Kyle blasted another wad across her tonsils and tongue.

His dick pumped cum as often as she could swallow, and for ages it felt as if all she was doing was swallowing his cum as her orgasm played out, helped by her frantic clit-play. Her stomach was already full of his seed, but Kyle was emptying his huge balls down her throat once more. Fuck, how much did this man cum?

Eventually her orgasm faded, and so did his. Almost simultaneously the last load of cum shot against her tonsils as her own orgasm ended. Swallowing the last deposit of potent sperm, Erin sat up, licking her lips, and flashed and exhausted-looking Kyle an equally tired smile.

He opened his mouth to speak when they heard a melodic tune from the changing rooms.

Kyle frowned. “Is that… is that the ‘Final Fantasy’ theme?” he said, confused.

Erin’s eyes widened with shock, and she stumbled to her feet, leaving Kyle on the shower room floor as she half-ran, half-stumbled into the changing rooms to where her clothes had been cast aside hours ago.

Over eight hours ago, she realised when she grabbed her phone and silenced the alarm.

“Oh my god!” she said. Turning around she saw Kyle stumble from the shower room. “It’s six in the morning! We’ve been fucking all night!”

He smirked, but it was a tired one. “Told you I had stamina,” he said.

She stared at him, incredulous. Replaying the whole debacle in her mind: she’d finished her work out around nine-thirty, then she saw Kyle and they had argued, and then…

…then she agreed to his sordid agreement and went down on him.

After that it had been non-stop sex. Erin couldn’t believe how much sex she had had.

And the crazy thing was, looking at Kyle’s sweaty, naked and toned body, and his huge nine inch dick still standing hard and ready for more, was that Erin still wanted him. Her pussy ached for more of his cock, and the taste of his cum was still fresh on her lips.

“Got somewhere to be?” Kyle asked, sensing what was racing through her mind. “I don’t have lessons until this afternoon. Got some time to kill.” He didn’t mention that he was shattered. He had been up for over twenty hours, and his body was now reminding him of that, but the sight of Erin standing there, naked, toned and dripping with sweat and his cum, was enough that Kyle knew he could muster some more stamina somewhere.

Hell, his dick was still eager for more. God, he loved how he never seemed to get sore.

“I have lessons in three hours!” Erin replied. “I need to change. God, I must stink!” Sniffing her armpits and wrinkling her nose as she smelt nothing but sweat, body odour, and the potent waft of Kyle’s cum.

“What about our deal?”

For a moment she stared at him. It was probably the way he was obviously pouting that made Erin burst into laughter, after which she quickly recovered. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, walking to him. “Look Sexy; we need to be sensible about this. I’m as eager for this as you are.” Her hands caressed his hard dick, slick with cum and vaginal fluids. “I’m really eager, but we’ve got to be sensible. We’ve just fucked all night. Let’s cool off for a bit, yeah?”

“When?”

“I’ll let you know,” she said. “I’ve got lessons and Peter to deal with. I can’t throw them both out just because sex with you is so good.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Go fuck some other girls,” she said, smiling.

“They aren’t you,” Kyle said.

“You’re really sweet when you want to be,” Erin said, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I said you’re a terrible influence on me.”

She laughed. “Look, I need to get changed and grab a shower. I just hope I don’t bump into anybody I know on my walk of shame.”

“What’s shameful about me?”

Erin frowned. “Do you really want me to answer that?” she said.

Upon seeing his expression she burst out laughing.

*****

As it happened barely anyone was up at half six on a Saturday morning – most likely they were still sleeping off hangovers – and Erin managed to scamper across the campus, stopping off at the campus shop on the way to grab a box of the morning after pill, and back to her dorm – in gym clothes still crusty with dried cum – without meeting anyone she knew.

That was until she opened the door to her dorm to find Angie dressed in running gear, leaning against the kitchen area counter doing some warm-up stretches. At the sound of Erin’s entry the blonde turned and regarded her with confusion. “Erin? What are you doing up so early?”

“Erm… running. Like you,” Erin said, finding herself frozen on the threshold like a deer seeing the approaching headlights of a fucking truck.

“In the morning?” Angie asked. “Thought you didn’t like it?”

“I did. I changed my mind.” Erin managed to close the door behind her, and was about to walk to her room when Angie strode over to her, paying a worrying amount of attention to Erin’s gym clothes. “What?”

To her horror Angie leaned forward and sniffed the stain that covered most of Erin’s sports bra. “Erin, that reeks of cum,” she said. “What have you been up to?”

Erin made to respond, to lie, to concoct a story to hide the truth… but her tongue felt useless in her mouth, and she simply stared at Angie in mute stupidity until the other girl’s eyes widened as she realised.

“No!” Angie gasped. “With who?”

“I…” At first Erin thought to deny it, but realised she had been so slow to hide the horror in her eyes that anything she would have concocted would have reeked of bullshit, so she told the truth: “Kyle,” she mumbled.

It took a moment – perhaps Angie simply refused to believe it initially – then her eyes started to widen. “Oh! My! God! And you’ve just got back?” Angie’s wide-eyed face sprouted a fine shit eating grin. “You’ve been fucking ALL NIGHT! Jesus Christ, Erin: when did you turn into a sex mad nympho?!”

Erin decided to let Angie get away with that little bit of verbal redundancy: she had more important things to worry about. “Don’t tell Peter!” Erin hissed. “Please!”

“Oh girl, relax,” Angie said with a wave of her hand. “Hoes before bros.” Leaning forward she whispered “he’s good, isn’t he?”

Erin couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading. “Yeah…” she said like a love-struck girl. “Oh my god! So good! I never thought sex could feel like that!”

Talking to Angie suddenly made it all the more real for her, and Erin was struck by the weight of what she had done. Not only had she cheated on her loving boyfriend, but she had cheated on him with a man that Peter hated intensely. She had sucked Kyle’s cock twice, and swallowed his cum three times, and she had taken his cum in her pussy five times! Erin could still feel his heavy loads inside her, as well as the desire to have a shower.

“Holy shit…” Angie regarded her with wide eyes, as if seeing Erin for the first time despite knowing her for almost a month now, and Erin couldn’t blame her: if she looked in the mirror right now it was doubtful she would recognise herself, either. She must have a serious case of sex hair!

What she had done was so out of character for her that Erin couldn’t explain it, and yet when Angie asked “what happened?”…

…Erin told her everything. About the sordid agreement she had made with Kyle. That he would be nicer to Peter if she had sex with him. At the end Erin heard herself talking, heard the words she said, and she realised how foolish they must sound. God… was she really that stupid? And she immediately knew what Angie was going to say.

“Erin, you fool,” Angie sighed. “Kyle’s great in the sack, but he’s a real piece of shit. There’s a reason no girl on campus would ever want to be in a relationship with him, despite how good he is. Some men are complete shits, and Kyle’s one of them. There’s not a faithful bone in his body. He wanted to fuck you and gave you a story you’d believe, because you’re a good person. He knew you’d believe he would be faithful to his promise if it meant you’d suck his cock.”

Erin, by now seated at their table and smelling the rank scent she was giving off of sweat, cum and shame, nodded despondently. “Yeah…” she sighed. “Fuck, I’m an idiot. What have I done? I’ve cheated on Peter, for nothing!” She could feel the tears, and hated herself for it. What a sad, sorry state she must look like right now: wearing gym clothes stained in the cum of a man who wasn’t her boyfriend, with the hair and complexion of a woman who had a wild night of sex, with a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.

Laying both hands on Erin’s shoulder’s, Angie looked her in the eyes and said “right now, go take a shower. Then don’t say anything to Peter.”

“What if Kyle tells him?” Erin asked, terrified.

“If he does, who will Peter believe? Kyle, or you?”

Erin swallowed. “Me.”

“And what will you say?”

“I didn’t fuck Kyle,” Erin said. “It never happened.”

“Exactly.” Angie smiled. “Take it from me: it gets easier with time. Now go and have a shower, you kind of stink.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Erin said, smiling despite herself. “Thanks.”

“No worries. Treat it like what it was,” Angie said. “A night of great sex. No strings attached, because Kyle sure as hell isn’t going to care about it. He’s probably moved on by now. You should too.”

Pausing at the doorway to her bedroom, Erin nodded. “I will.”

A shower had never felt so good. It was like wiping away all the evidence – and Erin paid special attention to her vagina with the shower head, feeling the powerful jets of water rinse all the remains of Kyle away – and eventually, after a good fifteen minutes of careful self-attention, Erin stepped out feeling like a new woman.

While she was deciding what to wear for her classes that morning Erin was struck by fatigue, and she realised that not only had she not slept since yesterday, but that she had been fucking so hard for hours – literal hours! – without much in the way of a pause. She had never felt so tired in her life, and it wasn’t much of a surprise considering the hours of strenuous physical activities both she and Kyle had been up to all night.

There was no chance of her making her morning lectures, and with an exhausted sigh Erin collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes.

*****

Perhaps it was fortunate that exhaustion had so consumed her, for in reflection Erin believed that she should never have slept so soundly with the guilt she was feeling. It was the sound of a familiar voice that eventually woke her from that deep slumber, and caused all the guilt that had been put aside to come crashing down upon her.

“Hey, Sweetie…”

Hesitantly opening her eyes, as if he could see everything that had transpired the previous evening (and that morning!) in those guilt-stained pools of pleasant brown, Erin looked up at the sweet, innocent face of her dear boyfriend.

“You OK?” Peter asked. He was crouching next to the bed, a concerned look on his face.

Erin couldn’t answer. How could she? He would just hear the guilt in her voice. Hear the panic that was threatening to well up and consume her. He would discover everything, how could he not?

“I heard you missed lectures this morning,” he continued to say, his voice so filled with loving concern it was all Erin could do not to burst into tears. “Are you feeling OK? Sweetie?”

How could she have done this to him?

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

The dam broke: tears erupted from her eyes and were streaming down her face in moments, as she hurled herself forward into his rather confused arms. “I’m so sorry!” she tried to say, but the tears were already impeding her ability to speak, and what actually came out was a mess of sound.

“Erin? What’s the matter?” he asked as he held her tightly. “Oh god, is this about last evening? Erin… I’m so sorry… It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to treat you like that.”

For a moment Erin was confused about what Peter was talking about, then she remembered their argument after sex, and her heart threatened to break. She didn’t deserve a guy like this. Not after what she had done.

“I’m so sorry about last night,” Peter continued to say as he held her tightly, a hand stroking her back with such tenderness it only made Erin cry even harder. “I was a total asshole to you. You didn’t deserve any of that shit I said. I’m so sorry.”

Why was he the one apologising? After all that she had done. After everything she did behind his back last night (and this morning!), why was he the one apologising to her? It should be Erin who was apologising, but she couldn’t manage to get the words out through the tears.

She must look a right state; she had crashed in the t-shirt and jeans she was going to wear to the lectures she had now missed. Her hair was in a state and clung to her face as she buried it in Peter’s shoulder.

Erin tried to speak, but she couldn’t. What could she say? That she was sorry for having sex with Kyle all night (and all morning!). That she was sorry for cheating on this loving man behind his back. Cheated again and again, for hours and hours. That she screamed to anyone who had hear that sordid tryst about how much she loved having sex with Kyle Matthews. Loved having sex with him more than with her boyfriend. That Kyle was bigger, thicker, harder, and knew how to use what God had given him. That she was sorry she still wanted to have sex with him, after all that had happened.

After everything Angie helped her realise, Erin still wanted to have sex with Kyle. She wanted to cheat on Peter again with the guy who made her feel so good, who could please her in ways that Peter just never, ever could.

“I’m so sorry!” she whispered in his ear. She felt disgusted with herself. After what she had did to Peter – not that he would ever find out.

No. He couldn’t.

“I shouldn’t have pressured you into something you didn’t want,” she said, breaking away from him to look him in the eye. This would get easier, Angie had said. “I felt awful. I’m so sorry!”

He smiled, cupping her jaw with a hand. “Don’t apologise. You did nothing wrong. I acted way out of line. Look… if you want to try stuff.. Anything… I’m game. I guess… I guess I’ve just been feeling self-conscious living with Kyle. I mean… the guy’s…”

She took his head in his hands. “The guy’s an asshole,” she said. This wasn’t as difficult as she had thought! “He’s not someone I’d ever be interested in, Peter. Don’t feel like you have to compare yourself to him. I love you, Peter. I’ll always love you.” Shocked with how calm she sounded, considering how fast her heart was beating with this mixture of lies and truths, she pulled him forward and kissed him. Tenderly. Sweetly. So unlike the passionate meetings of the lips she had shared with Kyle hours earlier.

After a few minutes Peter broke off. Stroking her hair, pulling the loose strands away from her face, he smiled at this woman that he loved with all his heart. “I love you too, Sweetie.”

As they kissed once more, Erin reflected on what Angie had said. It did indeed grow easier to lie to him. Of course, nothing further would happen. She would not let herself be used by Kyle. She would not let herself give in to her desires and go back to him. She would think with her head, and not her vagina.

Which made the prospect of lying to Peter easier; there would just be the one, sordid evening to keep from him, and Angie would be quite right: it would get easier with time.

*****

“Are we still on for tonight?”

“Of course, Sweetie!” Erin said, happy to be given the excuse to turn her attention away from the work her lecturer had set. Mr Singh had hit the ground running with the assignments he was giving his students, and Erin had felt out of it ever since that romp with Kyle a couple of weeks ago. Unable to concentrate on her studies; everything Singh was giving her didn’t make any sense, and Erin was struggling to keep up with the others in her class. She didn’t have the gym to help unwind as she had avoided that place out of fear of running into Kyle. She had tried going into town, but the gyms there had high sign-up fees that Erin couldn’t afford right now. With no way to let off steam, it felt like she was a powder keg waiting to explode.

The one bright side was Peter’s sudden change in mood. He seemed happier; more confident in himself. Erin had noticed he had even changed his diet; she hadn’t seen snack food in his hands for weeks, and today he was drinking some mushy green fluid that looked suspiciously like a home-made health drink. Drinking out a portable cup that looked strangely familiar.

Hadn’t she seen Kyle use a cup like that in the gym once?

Erin was loving this change in her man. “Of course, Sweetie,” she said. Having drinks at the campus bar on ‘Half-Price Friday’s’ was the one thing she’d been looking forward to all week. A chance to chill out with Peter, especially as he seemed to have fought his demons and come out a winner! “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Great!” Peter said. He was sitting across the table from her, watching students walk past the cafe, having given her some peace for the last half hour while she visibly struggled dealing with her coursework. Erin had been grateful just to have his company. “Erm…”

She looked up at him. Something was bothering Peter. “What’s up, Sweetie?”

“Do you mind if Kyle tags along?”

Feeling her heart drop, Erin tried to maintain a neutral expression as she asked “why?”

“I know what you’re thinking!” Peter said, although Erin very much doubted it, “but give him a second chance. He’s been really good to me lately. Giving me advice and helping me out at the gym… hey, why don’t I see you there?”

“Oh… I’ve not been in the mood…” Erin muttered.

“You should come tomorrow,” he said. “Would be great to work out together. Have you ever thought of me working out?”

She hadn’t. This was unreal. “Kyle’s been helping you?”

“Yeah, he’s been really helpful,” he said. “He’s actually a really chill guy. Guess we just hit off on the wrong foot when we moved in, but lately he’s turned that around. He’s been fantastic, so if it’s OK with you I’d love for him to join us tonight.”

What. The. Fuck?

“Wow… I’m not sure what to say…” Erin said. What the fuck was going on? Kyle was a piece of shit; he couldn’t actually be honouring their agreement, right? This had to be some nefarious scheme to get her to meet him tonight. She had avoided him for weeks! He was obviously trying to get back into her panties. What was he going to say?

“So you don’t mind if we meet up earlier, say seven?” Peter said. “You know, I think this is an opportunity to mend bridges with Kyle. I think it would be good for us.”

“It would, Sweetie.” Erin suddenly knew what Kyle was going to do: he was going to tell Peter everything tonight! With her right there, to watch helplessly as that arrogant shithead destroyed her relationship with Peter.

But she couldn’t see a way out without making Peter suspicious: surely she would want to help Peter improve his relationship with his roommate, especially as everything seemed to be finally looking up? She had always been there for Peter in the past; to turn this down would be to walk away from him when he needed her, and Erin had never done that.

Besides: if Kyle was planning on telling Peter everything she needed to be there to foil it. If she could ruin his plans somehow, before Peter learnt about the night (and morning) of incredible sex she and Kyle had enjoyed, all for making Peter’s life better?

No, she had to go.

“Sure, I’d love for him to join us!”

*****

The university bar – the only one on campus, and so had no official name – was alive with the buzz of dozens of different conversations. Despite being almost packed with students looking to enjoy the evening, especially this close to the weekend, it wasn’t hard to spot Kyle. He had a way of standing out even in a crowded bar.

If he was surprised to see Erin he made no show of it. “Hey Peter,” he said when the pair drew close to where he sat at the bar. “Hey Erin! I’ve saved your seats.”

“Cheers mate,” Peter said as he sat down, leaving the chair between him and Kyle for Erin.

Shooting Kyle a curious look, Erin sat down between her boyfriend and the guy she cheated on him with. It was surprisingly easy to be around Kyle without her face flushing – even though her mind was racing with the memories of what they had done that night a few weeks ago!

Sitting at the bar it all seemed so normal. They were just three students having drinks. Nothing like the incredible, otherworldly sex romp of what Kyle and she had done. That disconnect made it easy for her to look him in the eye, after they had ordered drinks (curiously she and Kyle had the same preference for larger), smile, and say “so I hear you’ve been nice to my Peter.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, leaning against the bar beside her. “Why? Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Well lets just say your past behaviour hasn’t been exemplary.”

“Erin!” Peter interjected, half amused and half offended on his new friend’s behalf.

“No, that’s fair,” Kyle said, still regarding Erin with that sly grin of his. “She’s right: I was a total dick to you when we first met Peter, but I want to change that now.”

“Why the change of heart?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kyle was saved from replying to her question by the arrival of their drinks. He raised his glass. “To your good healths,” he said, and in reply they both held their glasses to his. “To new starts, and a great three years at this uni!”

Erin took a swig of her beer, eyeing Kyle over the rim as she did so. He looked back; telling her nothing with his expression, and she braced for the worst. Ready to shut this all down if she suspected what was going to happen, happened.

Yet what followed was over two hours of pleasant conversation between the two men that, Erin had to admit, she was enjoying listening to. She made little effort to chime in, and spoke only when one of the two addressed her. Instead she listened to what was, if not genuine, then a great impression of genuinely from Kyle as he spoke to her boyfriend, revealing to her that they had many things in common: entertainment (they spent a while complaining about the ending to ‘Game of Thrones’, to Erin’s amusement), shared interests (Kyle and Peter spent the time between rounds two and three debating free market capitalism, to Erin’s bewilderment), and hobbies (including ten minutes of debate between them over which ‘Dark Souls’ boss they found the hardest, before Erin shut them both down with gameplay she had recorded on her phone of her defeating both bosses they had mentioned without a single hit suffered).

It all felt too… perfect, so when Kyle commented that he needed to visit the men’s room Erin made the same excuse, blaming her weak bladder, and, leaving her boyfriend at the bar, made her way to the toilets. It was fortunate that they were both – men’s and women’s – at the same end of the bar; she could follow Kyle without Peter becoming suspicious.

Seeing Kyle actually heading into the men’s toilets, Erin gave pause, reconsidering whether he was genuinely up to something. Maybe he actually was doing what she had asked of him. Angie hadn’t believed that possible, however, and Erin’s doubts about Kyle, reinforced by everything she had experienced of him before their sex romp a few weeks ago, made her follow him in.

No one changed that easily, even after such great sex.

Walking into the men’s toilets, having gathered the courage to confront him, Erin was caught completely off-guard when arms grabbed her own and pulled her against a firm, muscular body. Lips fastened onto hers, and before she knew it her own arms had wrapped around Kyle’s firm shoulders, and her lips were smacking against his. Their tongues slapping against each other.

It had all come apart so easily. What she thought was a wall against whatever lingering feeling she might had still had for Kyle after their amazing sex had proved to be nothing. Right now, in his arms, his lips against hers, the hardness of his muscular body against her toned, sexy chest with her tits pressed between them, all of it made her realise that she wanted him.

Then Kyle broke away, and if there was anything left of Erin that could have resisted him, the words he spoke melted them away:

“God, Erin… I’ve wanted you so badly,” he said, staring into her eyes with so much lust, such need for her that Erin felt lost in those bright blue eyes of his. “All I’ve thought about the last few weeks is you. Every girl I’ve been with I’ve wanted to be you. I need you. Jesus, Erin: what have you done to me?”

Erin smiled. She had been right. Angie had been wrong, so very wrong.

Kissing Kyle madly, passionately, Erin felt him stumble onto the sinks, using them as support against her fury as her hands moved down, feeling his abs and chiselled thighs, before slipping beneath his trousers and boxer shorts to find what she needed so desperately right now.

“I didn’t think you’d go with it,” she said, her face inches from his as she furiously stroked his cock, which had hardened so fast she almost didn’t believe it, but then she had experienced this man’s incredible sexual prowess first-hand, and little about Kyle surprised her anymore.

Except his expression at her words. “Course I did,” he said, sounding so genuinely hurt that for a moment Erin stopped jacking his cock. “I told you I’d do anything to have sex with you. Our sex is too good, Erin. You want me to be nice to your boyfriend? I’ll be nice. You want me to be his best friend? I’ll be his best friend. Just tell me we’re going to have sex again.”

“Fuck… Kyle… yes! Yes, we’re going to have sex again!” Erin kissed him. Feeling his tongue against hers she jacked his cock with her hands as she felt his slide beneath her own jeans. His fingers found her clit and began to work it with the same ferocity she was attacking his dick.

She had no idea if the toilets were empty, but right now Erin didn’t care. He knew her pussy so wet, and in moments she could feel the embers of an orgasm flare into life. “Fuck me, Kyle! I’ve needed you so badly! All I can think about is how good we are!”

“I need you Erin,” Kyle whispered as he kissed her mouth, her chin, and her neck. “Our sex is too good.”

“Fuck yes…” Erin gasped. Her hands jacking off his huge dick. “So fucking good!”

“Am I being a good boy?”

“You are,” she said. Withdrawing her hands she held him back, giving him a wicked smile. “And what do good boys get?”

Kyle smirked. “Fucked.”

Her own smile a sordid mirror to his, Erin lowered herself to a crouch, her face about height with his groin. Kyle helped her as she unbuttoned his jeans and belt, and parting them she took hold of his dick and pulled it out. Seeing his thick nine-inch cock right in front of her Erin realised she had completely forgotten about Peter at the bar, but she didn’t care. Right now she wanted to feel Kyle’s dick in her mouth again.

“Your boyfriend’s waiting,” Kyle said, reading her mind.

“Then I better make this quick,” she said. Pulling his foreskin back with a hand, she shoved all nine inches of his cock down her tight, moist throat, and immediately began fucking it with hard, fast movements of her neck.

Kyle gripped the edge of the sinks, his head falling back as he gasped with pleasure. No one had ever taken his cock with their mouth like that! Every time this girl managed to impress him with her sexual aptitude, and an appetite that rivalled Kyle’s own – maybe even exceeded it! He had meant every word he said: he needed to have sex with Erin again. She was his drug, and while that night (and the following morning!) had been an incredible high, it had long since worn off, and no other girl he had fucked in the weeks that followed had given him that feeling again. Kyle needed to feel Erin. To feel her around his cock, working it like the sexual demon she was.

She was giving him that all right. Her head flew back and forth along his impressive dick like a woman possessed. Her throat was squeezing his dick so tightly that Kyle knew it wouldn’t be long before he was pumping his loads down her throat.

Good god; she was literally sucking the cum from his balls!

Erin was in a frenzied, lust-fuelled state. She needed to taste Kyle’s cum again. Peter was still at the bar, no doubt wondering where they had both gone. Eventually even her devoted, trusting boyfriend would get suspicious. The ticking clock was so hot, and her frantic efforts were in an effort to overcome Kyle’s considerable stamina.

She didn’t need to be so worried: Kyle was so turned on by this whole affair – getting a blowjob in such a public place! – that he wouldn’t be too long in cuming. He heard a cubicle door open and his eyes snapped open in shock, only to grin like a madman when he saw it was his best friend, Brad Newell, and Brad was giving him an amused smirk.

“Nice one Kyle,” Brad said, nodding at the woman fucking her face on Kyle’s dick.

“I know!” Kyle moaned. “What a way to start a Friday evening!”

“Hey…” Brad paused at the sink to wash his hands, giving the frantically bobbing head of the brunette sucking Kyle’s dick a curious regard. “Is that Peter Follett’s girl? Gym Hottie?”

Taking her lips off of Kyle’s huge dick, Erin looked up at Brad and flashed a sweet, innocent smile. “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Of course I can keep a secret, ” Brad replied as he washed his hands. “I’m carrying so many of this wanker’s hot secrets I could write the fucking ‘Lord of the Rings’ of sexual escapades.” He noticed Kyle’s face and added “not that I will, mate. I’m sure you could write an equally large book on mine…”

“Good boy,” Erin said. A naughty idea flashed in her head, so hot she almost came, and she added, with a hungry grin, “ask your mate here what I do to good boys.”

Brad looked from her to Kyle.

“Not tonight, mate,” Kyle said. “I’ve got plans with Erin tonight!”

“Aw… never seen you get possessive, Kyle. She must be good.”

“She’s the best,” Kyle said, looking down at her.

Erin looked back. She had never felt so wanted. It made her loins burn with lust for this guy.

“Will have to be some other time then, Brad,” Erin said, grinning, before shoving Kyle’s dick back down her throat and going to work on it once more.

“Some other time,” Brad said as he headed out. “Have fun you two!”

“Yeah… we will! Oh… oh my god!” Kyle’s head dropped back again as he felt her fuck his dick with her tight throat harder and faster than before.

Erin was making up for lost time. Propositioning Kyle’s best friend had been hot – and she was sure interested in seeing whether Brad Newell was as hung as Kyle, and if he had as much stamina – but a part of her was thinking about Peter, still waiting at the bar. Wondering where his girlfriend had got to.

Wondering where his roommate was, as well. The one with the reputation with women.

Back and forth her head flew, taking his thick nine inches down her wet, needy and tight throat. The sounds escaping from her were moans of pure lust. Erin had never felt so turned on. This whole situation of giving head in the men’s bathroom, when anyone, not just Kyle’s best mate, could potentially walk in, was so hot! The bar was crowded tonight; it was a miracle it had just been one guy-

She heard the door open.

“Hey! Nice one Kyle!” The sound of hands slapping together.

Erin rolled her eyes at the thought of men giving each other high-fives while she was on her knees giving one of them the best blowjob of his life.

The door again.

“Look at her! You lucky cunt, Kyle!”

Oh well. So much for an empty bathroom.

Hopefully no one would recognise her when she left the men’s toilets. Her hair was a state, all loose and ragged with the frantic movements of her head. She listened to more people come in and leave. They cheered her on, and their comments turned her on even more. It was one thing to suck Kyle’s cock, but to have complete strangers watch her, encourage her, and tell her that she was the best damn cocksucker they had ever seen… well, she was practically on the edge of cuming herself!

So was Kyle. Conscious of a small crowd around them, and feeling like a fucking god right now with his big dick being sucked by this sexy brunette, Kyle decided to give these gentlemen a fucking hot performance.

“I’m gonna cum, Erin!” He growled. “You ready!”

As she heard the comments from around them – “Swallow it all!” “Take it on your face!” “Cover her tits!” – Erin pulled her head back, pulling off her t-shirt, revealing her black bra holding her big tits. She pushed those tits together just under his cock, so rigid and hard it seemed painful, and used them to wank him off those last few steps.

“Oh fuck!” Kyle gasped as he felt the first load travel up his dick.

A huge jet of his thick, creamy gunk blasted out, splashing over her tits. Then a second, then a third. As the small crowd around them watched in awe, Kyle’s huge dick – and he was certain no other man present had a dick as big as his – blasted thick jets of creamy, sperm-filled cum over Erin Winter’s large tits. His hot gunk oozed down between them, dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle where she knelt.

Again and again his cock pumped cum over her, until there was a veritable lake of his spunk in between her tits. Leaning forward Erin fastened her lips around his dick and began swallowing the rest. Huge loads splashed over her tonsils and tongue. Coating her throat with his hot, virile cum. She quickly began to swallow, making it loud and obvious for the excited audience.

Load after load was pumped out of Kyle’s dick, and if Erin hadn’t spent hours taking his cum again and again she would be surprised he could cum so much, especially after talking about all the sex he had been having in the interval time since they had last fucked. By now she figured it was just par for the course for Kyle Matthews: this guy could fucking cum!

Eventually even Kyle’s balls could be emptied, and one last load blasted her tonsils before his dick stopped ejaculating.

Settling back on her ankles, Erin showed him all the cum her tits had collected. “Look at all of this,” she said. “You’ve made such a mess of me!”

“Jesus Christ, that was hot!” Someone commented.

“Fuck, mate. How long has it been since you last got laid?” Another asked.

“Last night,” Kyle said, never taking his eyes off her. Looking down at her with such lust in his eyes she was sure he was about to take her right then and there. This audience be damned!

“I bet you fucked her five times!” Erin said with a smirk.

“I’m gonna fuck you twice that tonight,” Kyle said, and the expression of his face told her that he wasn’t joking: Kyle Matthews had every intention of fucking her ten times tonight – if not more – and Erin knew that every part of her was eager for it.

Whatever happened next, she and Kyle were going to have sex again tonight.

“I wish I had you guys’ stamina!” The same guy commented as he left.

Rising to her feet, Erin leaned over the sink, allowing Kyle’s cum to drip into the basin. As she reached for the paper towels to wipe her breasts clean of his cum she smirked at his attempts to stuff his raging erection back into his jeans. “Having a little trouble there, mate?”

“We need to lose your boyfriend,” Kyle said. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

“Chillax Sexy,” Erin said as she wiped her tits clean, using fistfulls of paper towels. Did he have to cum so much? It was such a pain wiping herself clean each time! “You were having such a sweet conversation back there. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you.”

“Seriously?” Kyle looked at her, astonished. “Erin; after that blowjob I’m not gonna be able to think straight talking to your dull boyfriend. Let the record show I was doing fine until you decided to suck my dick.”

She sighed: he was right. “Fair enough. You did good there.” She smiled seductively, and gave the bulge in his jeans a squeeze. “Let’s take you home and give you your reward. I mean…” she added, stepping closer to Kyle, her eyes locked on his and filled with sexual hunger, “…someone did say they’re going to fuck me at least ten times tonight.”

Grabbing her ass and pulling her close, Kyle kissed her fiercely. “About Brad…” he said when he broke away.

She smiled. “Did I make you jealous?”

“Not at all,” Kyle said. “I love that you want to fuck my friends. Wanted to let you know he’s got a bigger cock than me.”

Her eyes widened.

“By this much,” Kyle smirked, holding up two fingers held together.

“On a cock like yours that’s barely worth mentioning!” she laughed. “You’ve measured?” Erin had an amusing image of the three boys holding their erect dicks side-by-side.

“We’ve had threesomes,” he said. “Me and Brad? We’re a good team. Want us to give you a good fucking some time?”

“Hmm… definitely!” Her mind was already ablaze with possibilities: she could take Kyle in her ass, and Brad in her pussy… or maybe Kyle in her pussy and Brad in her mouth… or… “What about Ali? How big’s his cock?” Jesus, what was she saying? That morning she had woken up determined to put her one night of cheating behind her, and now here she was not only about to have more sex with the guy she cheated on in the first place, but now she was thinking about cheating on Peter with Kyle’s friends! What the hell was happening to her?

“Big enough,” he smirked. “A foursome with me and my mates? What have I done with Horny Erin here?”

“You’ve been a terrible influence on her. Feeding her your big dick right now.”

Kyle’s smile was triumphant, and Erin couldn’t blame him for it. From a good girlfriend to a total slut looking to fuck not only her soon-to-be-bit-on-the-side here, but also his best friends! In less than a day she had turned her life around, and definitely for the sexier!

“Give me a minute then come back to the bar so it doesn’t look suspicious,” Erin said as she pulled on her t-shirt and adjusted her hair in the mirror behind the sinks so she didn’t look like a sordid sex act had just been committed with her involvement. She could still taste Kyle’s cum on her lips, and she couldn’t wait to kiss her boyfriend with the same lips that had just been around his roommate’s much larger and much thicker cock that could cum so much more.

“Good idea.”

Walking back to the bar, Erin felt the eyes of many men watch her as she walked past where they sat, and she recognised several from their impromptu audience just a short while earlier. A satisfied smile blossomed on her face as she realised she didn’t feel any shame for what she had done in the men’s toilets. If anything she felt empowered. Her sexuality wasn’t anything to hide from: she loved sex, and she loved sex with Kyle. She loved giving him head in the men’s toilets with everyone watching, and if it wasn’t for Peter – who she still loved as a dear friend and partner, if not a lover anymore – then she would happily fuck Kyle in those same toilets. Let all the patrons of this bar hear how good their sex was!

“Hey, Sweetie,” Peter said when she reached him, reaching up to give her a kiss.

Erin felt a thrill shoot through her as her lips, the same lips that had been sucking Kyle’s cock and tasting his thick, creamy cum barely ten minutes earlier, touched her boyfriend’s lips. “Hey, Sweetie,” she echoed.

“You were gone for a while,” Peter said. “Everything OK?”

“Yeah, just the usual queue for the ladies,” she replied. “Guess everyone’s having their flow.”

Peter made a face and quickly changed the topic. “Have you seen Kyle? I think he got lost.”

“Yeah. Saw him near the back on his mobile. Looked like an important call.”

“You know, he’s not too bad when you get to know him,” Peter said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, he’s quite sweet actually,” Erin said, licking her lips. “Definitely someone I could count on as a friend.” With benefits, she added mentally.

“Careful; you know he’s got a reputation,” Peter said, with a grin.

“Peter, this again?” Erin smiled. “Don’t worry Sweetie, you know I’ve only got eyes for you.”

Seeing him so visibly relieved, and feeling absolutely no shame about it, Erin reflected that her roommate, Angie, had been totally right: it did get easier, and if it was this easy to lie now, then how easy would it be to lie to Peter a month from now? And how many times would she and Kyle have had sex by then? With another romp planned tonight Erin definitely needed to go on birth control – there was no way Kyle was going to wear a condom! How she’d sneak that past Peter was a problem for tomorrow, especially as she had every intention on making sure Peter wore protection on the odd occasion she actually had sex with her boyfriend!

“Hey guys,” Kyle said as he approached them. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, I-”

Spinning around, Erin interrupted him before he could contradict her story (something that, she reflected, they should have agreed on before exiting the toilets). “Everything OK?” she said, with her hand held up, forefinger and little finger extended to mimic a phone, “you were on that call for a while.”

Kyle was quick to catch on: “Oh that? Don’t worry, it was just my sister, Alexa,” he said. “She likes to check up on me and give me advice about uni. Because she graduated last year she reckons she knows it all.”

“Erin’s got an older sibling too,” Peter said. “Eric.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rose. “Eric Winters? Erin and Eric?”

“I know,” Erin said, rolling her eyes. “Our parents had no imagination. You’d like him, though. He’s just like you.” With her back to Peter she mouthed ‘a slut’ knowing her boyfriend wouldn’t see.

“And you’d like Alexa,” Kyle replied. “She’s just like you. Oh, before I forget: Peter, I thought you might want to try these tonight.” He pulled a small box of pills from his pocket.

Peter looked at the packet. “Huh… sleeping pills. Yeah, been meaning to try some. These any good?”

“Would take them when I was younger,” Kyle said. “Alexa used to invite boys back to the house when our parents were out, and she was fucking LOUD. Will give you the best sleep of your life.”

“Huh… go figure,” Peter muttered. “Cheers Kyle, I’ll give these a go.”

“Might want to try them tonight,” Kyle said. Hearing that Erin’s heart skipped a beat, but then Kyle added, “thinking of inviting the barmaid back to the dorm tonight. Going to stick around until closing time to ask her. You might want to peace-out before the action.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Peter said.

“No problem. She might be real LOUD,” he said. His eyes glanced at Erin, fast enough for her to notice. Thankfully Peter was too busy reading the dosage instructions on the packet.

Seeing the expression on Kyle’s face Erin decided it was time to leave. “Sweetie, it’s getting a little late,” she said. “Do you mind walking me back?”

“Sure,” Peter said. “You OK with that, Kyle?”

“No problem,” Kyle said. “Was great hanging with you two. We should do it more often”

“Love to,” Peter said.

Erin hurried him out before either her boyfriend or her lover said anything else.

On the way back to her campus digs Peter was surprisingly animated, and Erin smiled as she listened to him talk about everything Kyle had been doing to help improve his health, as well as his self-confidence. It might all be complete shit (and Erin wasn’t too sure about that, learning, as she was, to read Kyle between his endless lines of bullshit), but it was doing great for Peter; she was loving this change in direction from him, and if it meant continuing to have sex with Kyle…

…well it was just a win-win situation, wasn’t it?

It was difficult to keep her smile in check as she said goodbye to Peter on the steps leading up to the doors to her flats. Knowing full well that, in about an hour’s time, she would be heading to where Peter was going now, to have incredible, mind-blowing sex with her boyfriend’s roommate for hours. Until the sun came up.

Everything was coming up Erin.

It was difficult to wait an hour – enough time for Peter to get ready for bed and take those pills Kyle had given him. Erin was buzzing with energy; she kept walking back and forth in the small common room between her bedroom and Angie’s, and when her flatmate arrived a half-hour into Erin’s wait and gave her a curious look Erin couldn’t help but smile.

“You were wrong,” she said. “I’ve got Kyle wrapped around my little finger.”

“Sure you have, dear,” Angie said, rolling her eyes before heading off to her room.

There was no point arguing: Erin knew she was right. Angie would learn, in time, that there was one girl on campus that Kyle Matthews would drop everything to fuck.

Her phone buzzed. It was Kyle.

*****

Erin couldn’t remember the walk across campus. It seemed she had just looked at Kyle’s text – a simple ‘HI’ – and now here she was, outside the dorm rooms Kyle shared with her Peter.

The door opened before she had even knocked. Kyle stood there. Smiling.

She smiled back. ‘Is he?’ she mouthed, pointing inside.

Beckoning her to follow, Kyle led her across the small common room, so similar to the one Angie and she shared, to the door she knew was Peter’s. Giving him a curious look – there was no fear anymore, for she trusted that Kyle wanted to keep the secrecy as much as she did – Erin followed him as he walked inside.

On the bed, illuminated by the light coming in from the common room, was her boyfriend. Fast asleep. Snoring loudly.

Watching Kyle as he walked up to where Peter slept, Erin frowned, curious as to what Kyle intended. She watched as Kyle stopped beside Peter and leant over until his head was almost level with her boyfriend’s.

Then he spoke. Loudly. “Hey Peter! Erin’s here! We’re going to fuck! You alright with that?”

Erin almost jumped out of her skin. “What are you doing?” she hissed, wide, fearful eyes fixed on her boyfriend.

Peter, however, continued to snore.

“We’re gonna fuck all night!” Kyle continued to say, loudly. “I’m gonna fill her with my cum!”

The snoring didn’t stop; Peter was dead to the world.

Straightening, Kyle looked at her and smirked. “I wasn’t lying about the pills. I used to take them all the time when Alexa came home with a guy. An earthquake couldn’t wake me. Your Peter here will be out until dawn. We could fuck in this room and he wouldn’t notice.”

“That’s hot,” she said, feeling her heart calm down from the shock of expecting her boyfriend to wake up, “but let’s start in yours.”

Kyle had barely closed the door to his own room before she was all over him. They teared at their clothes, sending them flying across the room, and Kyle practically threw her onto his bed. Erin landed with a squeal, pulling down her panties and flinging them away with a flick of her foot. As he climbed over to hold himself above her, Kyle looked down at this stunningly hot woman and said “what are you?”

“A bad girl,” she grinned.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Fucked.”

Kyle wasted barely a minute before his cock was inside her, pounding away with such speed and power that Erin was quickly moaning loud enough for everyone in the dorms to hear, except her loving boyfriend. Peter dreamed peacefully, lost in memories of good times with Erin, while his girlfriend and his roommate screamed and moaned as they fucked each other senseless on Kyle’s bed.

All throughout the night the horny pair fucked relentlessly, fuelled by their insatiable lust for each other. Kyle had promised to fuck her ten times and, to Erin’s delight, he did that, and much, much more. They fucked in almost every position they could think of: Erin rode him on the bed, screaming and moaning as she took him hard, and Kyle hammered her with his dick as he held himself above, and also as he knelt behind her, gripping her thighs with his hands as he rammed his huge, nine inch cock into her pussy. They lay side-by-side and fucked facing, and spooning, with Kyle groping and biting her tits as she gripped his thighs to guide his cock in harder and faster. He hammered her from above as she lay face-down on the bed, delighting in how tight she felt, before turning her on her back and holding her legs up against her, until her ankles touched her ears, and slammed his dick into her over and over until he pumped her full of his cum.

The two horny students fucked on the bed so much it almost collapsed beneath the power of their sex. Erin rode Kyle into the mattress, screaming his name and how much better he was at fucking her than her boyfriend, and just as often Kyle was on top, pounding her ass into the covers with his massive dick. Erin gripped the sheets as she came hard again and again.

But the bed wasn’t the only place they fucked that night. Carrying her in his arms Kyle settled Erin on top of his drawers and hammered his dick into her tight pussy as she clutched his back, nails scraping down his skin. They screamed with pleasure as the drawers rattled with the force of their lovemaking, until it seemed that it would collapse. Carrying her to the wardrobe Kyle held her against the cheap wooden construct and slammed his dick into her over and over, as Erin reached up and gripped the top of the furniture to give her purchase as she worked her hips to meet him.

As the hours passed the two fucked on and against almost everything in Kyle’s room. When he wasn’t holding her against the furniture Erin was leaning against it, moaning and screaming as Kyle held her hips and slammed his cock into her from behind. Telling him, and everyone still awake in the dorms, how much she loved his cock, and how much bigger he was, and thicker, then her boyfriend.

Against the walls they fucked, with Kyle holding her in his arms and pounding her ass against the cheap brick until he thought they’d leave a dent with the force of their lovemaking, as she screamed and moaned at how good he was, and how much she loved having sex with him over her boyfriend. Carrying her to the door Kyle held her against it, and the door rattled with the force of Kyle ploughing Erin’s tight pussy. The sounds almost as loud as their screaming.

Not even the floor was spared their lusty romp; beside Kyle’s bed she rode him into the carpet, screaming for everyone who was listening about how good Kyle was, and how much she loved his dick, and how much she loved having sex with him, and how she would always be fucking him whenever he wanted. He slammed her ass into the carpet as he fucked her missionary, and she held herself against the bed as he railed her from behind. Filling her with his fertile seed again and again.

Hours passed as the horny pair fucked in almost every position they could think of multiple times, and that didn’t include the times when Erin would pin Kyle against the wall, or the door, or the bed and go down on him. Sucking his cock until he painted the insides of her mouth with his creamy seed. Swallowing all of it until it felt like her stomach was bloated with his cum.

The bed, the walls, the door, the wardrobe, even the window looking out onto the campus path: there wasn’t a single surface left untouched by their fucking, when the horny, lusty pair decided to take their sex outside into the common room.

On the counter Erin lay, legs wrapped around Kyle’s waist, and took his dick hard, biting into his shoulder as he made her cum again and again. He held her against the fridge and slammed his hips into hers until he emptied his balls into her once more. They fucked against the table, and on the table, until it threatened to collapse.

Carrying her to the sofa Kyle pounded her ass into the cushions as she screamed at the top of her voice about how good he was, and how much she loved his dick. She rode on top of him as he bit and sucked her nipples, and she pressed her tits into his face as her hips rose and fell on his. Taking his huge dick until she came hard.

Then Kyle whispered the words she had been waiting for: “lets fuck in Peter’s room.”

Filled with lust, and biting her lip with anticipation, Erin led him into the room where Peter slept, oblivious to the loud, lusty sex that had been going on for hours by now. Leaning over the bed, Erin gestured for Kyle to join her, and as she stared into the sleeping face of her loving, dear boyfriend of some five years, Erin felt Kyle push himself back in. As she watched her Peter sleep like a peaceful babe, Erin moaned and groaned as Kyle Matthews fucked her from behind. Pumping his thick cock into her as she leaned over her oblivious boyfriend.

That wasn’t the only way they fucked right next to Peter. Kyle held her in his arms as she bounced on his cock, standing right next to the bed so he could look down on Peter and smile, knowing that at that moment he was fucking Peter’s girl with a dick that was much bigger than Peter’s, and fucking her far better than Peter could ever hope to. He held her in his arms until she came, screaming his praises and he blasted her insides with his thick cum, right above her sleeping boyfriend.

As the hours passed the two sexy, toned teens fucked every way they could, against almost everything in Peter’s room (except the bed, where Peter lay). The wardrobes, drawers, desk, walls, window and door all saw some action, as Kyle carried Erin to new places, as often as she took the lead and guided him into new positions. To continue their lusty romp in new, different ways. Seeking new thrills and sensations as they used every part of their bodies.

Finally, as the morning light drifted through the open curtains, Kyle had Erin riding him on his bed, by now creaking loudly from the abuse it had suffered by these horny students. Her ass rose and fell like a jackhammer, pounding his cock with a pussy he had filled with his cum more times than he cared to recall. In fact Erin was stunned by how many times Kyle had orgasmed; almost as many times as she had, and Erin had lost count hours ago! He had filled her with so much cum; emptying his balls in her pussy, ass and mouth, again and again until it felt like she’d always have his spunk inside her!

Harder and harder she rode him, feeling another orgasm about to erupt, until she slammed her hips down onto his, arching her back, and screamed as loud as she could as she came. Kyle gripped her thighs and pushed his dick up into her as he too climaxed, and hollered at the top of his own voice as he felt his balls pump thick load after load of cum up through his dick into her.

Just then the bed broke.

The horny pair fell a short distance as the mattress caved in. Erin caught herself with her arms on the bed beside Kyle’s head, and the two stared at each other in shock. Neither saying a thing as they both quickly came down from their orgasms. When the last of Kyle’s thick ropes of cum spewed up into her Erin burst into laughter.

“Of course it would be YOU who’d break my bed!” Kyle said, laughing as well. “Do you know how much action this bed has seen?”

“Plenty, I’d imagine,” Erin said, wiping her eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. That was incredible,” Kyle said. He gently caressed her smooth thighs as the smile vanished from his face. “Guess you should be going. It’s probably seven… seven-thirty…”

She nodded. “I should sneak out before Peter wakes up.” Stepping over the wreckage of the bed, Erin searched for her clothes, where they had been tossed aside hours earlier. Before she had a chance to dress herself Kyle pulled her into a tight embrace, his tongue slashing with hers as they kissed passionately.

Breaking it off Kyle stared at her intensely. “Dump him,” he said. “Be with me.”

Sighing, Erin regarded him with a smile. “Oh Kyle, how do you think it would work? Can you really see us together? You know I want a family someday. House, kids, a dog, the works. Can you see yourself in that kind of life?” When he hesitated she continued. “Of course not, and that’s OK. It’s not a life for you.”

Kyle sighed. “Yeah… guess you’re right, Sexy…” He smiled. “I mean Erin.”

“Don’t worry, Kyle.” She took his hand and held it above her heart. “Peter will always have this. He’s the love of my life, but you…” She moved his hand downwards, to her pussy. Packed full of his thick cum. “You get all of this.”

His smile grew wider. “And this,” Kyle said, as he moved her free hand to his dick, standing hard despite the hours of sex that he had just had. “This is all yours. Whenever you want it, it’s yours.”

Her eyes flashed with hunger. “What if there’s another girl in your bed?”

“I’ll kick her out,” he said. “You’ll come first, Erin. You’ll always come first.”

“I usually do,” she said, eyes twinkling.

*****

Sitting on the park bench, looking at the water ripple across the surface of the lake in the cool summer breeze, Erin Winters listened to her boyfriend, Peter Follett, talk about his best friend, as he had done so for the last hour. She didn’t mind: Kyle Matthews had turned out to be a good influence on Peter, and it never ceased to amuse her that her lover was turning her boyfriend into a better man.

And what a lover! It had been almost a year since their sordid agreement, and while Kyle had kept his part of the bargain, she had kept hers. By a stroke of luck Ali’s dad had turned out to be the best gynaecologist in Coytoss; through him she had gotten an IUD fitted for cheap, and it was a good job she did have the coil (which Peter still remained oblivious to), for Erin reckoned there wasn’t much left of the university where she and Kyle hadn’t fucked. They had had sex in the classrooms, lecture halls, toilets, library, the gym (again), the bar (after hours), the shop, and on every bench on campus grounds. They had fucked in town, and on the buses. They had fucked on the rooftops of the campus buildings, and in basement storerooms.