Alex was slow on the uptake until David pulled Wren onto the couch and took her place on the floor. He reached for her hips and pulled her thong down before burying his face between her legs. Then he had a thought and rocked back on his heels.
“I bet I can make Wren squirt.”
“I’ve never done that,” she admitted.
“What’s the bet?” Alex asked.
“If I do, you have to announce to the team that I’m twice the stud you are.”
“If you can’t, you have to swap partners for a round,”
Alex said.
“I don’t know about that,” Wren said.
David winked at her.
“Trust me. When I’m done with you, Chloe will beg to be next while Alex has to jerk off in the corner.”
“Okay,” Wren finally said.
David rubbed his hands together and made his mad-scientist ‘bwahhhahaha’ laugh.
Wren didn’t look confident, so he went down on her before she could object.
He’d read a book about a boy who had to move in with his dad, whom he’d never met until after his mom died. It turned out that his dad was a porn star and owned a studio.
Part of the kid’s training was porn classes, where he learned practical how-to stuff; the book gave step-by-step instructions on making a woman squirt.
The first step was slowly building Wren’s arousal to the point where she was ready for an orgasm. David took his time as he gave her oral pleasure.
“Tell me when you get close,” David said.
A few minutes later, she announced, “I’m there.”
He kept eating her until she came. He knew Wren was multi-orgasmic, so he waited a moment and thrust two
fingers inside her. David found the spongy place on her channel’s wall, her G-spot. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers, and her arousal began to build again. As she got closer, David increased the pace and pressure of his finger strokes.
Wren started to show signs that she was about to peak again. Her nipples extended as her chest flushed, and she began to moan and wiggle. David stiffened his wrist and started vigorously attacking her G-spot with a full arm motion. His actions caused Wren to stiffen as she raised her butt off the couch.
“Look, she’s levitating,” Alex said.
If David hadn’t read the book, he would have gotten soaked as Wren’s pussy exploded. Her juices shot all over the rug. They might have to just replace it after tonight.
The tip he gained was to continue applying pressure until Wren was done coming. Not being a girl, he hadn’t realized that it could feel jarring if your partner suddenly stopped or pulled out during an orgasm. He reasoned it was nature’s way of ensuring procreation. When a girl cums, she wants the man’s penis inside her. A lot of times, when her pussy gripped her guy’s cock, he would cum too.
And that was how babies were made.
“David’s right. I want that,” Chloe announced.
“Later. Right now, I want my man’s cock inside me,”
Wren said, taking charge.
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Wren had entered the sexual haze state that tended to get her into trouble. If the whole football team walked in right now, she would willingly try to fuck them all. She straddled David, put her hand on his huge cock, and guided it to her pussy lips. He stopped her long enough to reach for and put on a condom, then motioned for her to continue. She slowly lowered herself, feeling her pussy
stretch wider than it had since the last time she was with him. Wren buried her face in his hard shoulder and whimpered as she lowered herself onto his meaty shaft.
Then she pulled up again and started slowly, almost painfully riding him.
“You have the perfect ass,” David announced.
Wren looked up and saw him looking over her shoulder.
She turned and could see her reflection on the black TV
screen. Wren had worked hard for that ass, taut globes of muscle that flexed as she rode David’s cock.
She glanced over, and Alex had Chloe bent over the chair as he took her from behind. She understood why women worldwide were hot for ‘football’ (aka soccer) players. While he had muscles upon muscles, he wasn’t a bodybuilder.
Wren preferred American football players. David’s body could easily be chiseled out of marble. He could also handle her like she was some tiny girl with ease.
She felt David’s cock grow rock-hard inside her tight pussy. He ran his hands over her exquisite ass to help her go up and down his shaft. Ten thrusts later, she felt ready to cum again.
“Cum in me. I want to feel you fill my pussy,” Wren said.
David grunted as gouts of cum filled the condom, his pulses sending her over the edge with a scream of passion.
Heavy breathing and muffled moans and grunts replaced the wet slapping sounds. She heard Chloe and Alex join them in their release.
Wren leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder as she felt his cock soften. Then, to her amazement, he began to get hard again inside her.
David lifted her up, with Wren still impaled on his lance.
“Let’s give them some privacy,” David said as he carried her to his room.
He managed to navigate the door and laid her back on the bed as he stood there.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered as he began to slowly fuck her again.
As he sawed in and out of her, Wren’s tits jiggled erotically.
They continued like that until they came again.
Then David lifted her up and planted her in the middle of the bed. He rolled her onto her stomach and took her from behind. Wren wondered how he could keep going. If David could do that, she didn’t need multiple other guys to satisfy her needs. He might just be enough.
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Chapter 37
Bryant had asked David where he was taking the recruits this weekend, as it had somehow fallen to David to figure out their entertainment. At the start of the year, he would’ve just asked Crystal where the next frat party was.
But after the last one he’d attended, where Lars had forced a pledge to drink, and he and Crystal got into a fight about it, he wasn’t going there.
The other easy option was to take them to the football apartments, but he was worried about what those Neanderthals would get up to. He liked his teammates, but mix testosterone and alcohol, and the odds of a recruit getting his ass kicked were better than even.
He knew that Zak Verwood owed him for killing him off his soap, but after the last party slash orgy, it might be a bit too much. They were venturing into Louisville basketball scandal territory. Granted, no one paid anyone to have sex, like the Louisville incident, but if word got out … let’s just say it wouldn’t be good.
David worried, even though he’d ensured that recruits all received condoms on their visit. As far as swag went, that was the one thing a recruit would remember about their visit to USC. It just screamed, ‘I might get laid,’ which every teenage boy wanted more than anything else.
Then he had an idea.
“Wakey, wakey,” David said to Wren. “I’m skipping running this morning after the marathon session you put me through last night. Take a shower, and we’ll go down for breakfast.”
“Care to join me?”
David shook his head vigorously ‘no.’
“I have stuff to do today, and I’m afraid of what that might start.”
He heard Wren call him a ‘wimp’ under her breath, but he had selective hearing this morning and ignored her challenge. He left Wren to get cleaned up and went out to the main room to find Alex and Chloe drinking coffee.