October 13, 2019

“Do you hear that?” Paul whispered, as he squeezed Addison’s ass to get her attention.  Her bright green eyes snapped open, betraying that she had only been pretending to sleep.  She locked her eyes onto his and lowered her long dark eyelashes twice. She did hear it.

The sounds came floating from around the corner and across the room.  From where they lay in Paul’s bed, he and Addison could both hear the passion of heavy breathing, of lips connecting and parting, and of hands moving between layers of cloth. 

“Of course they wouldn’t care that we’re in here trying to sleep,”  Paul whispered again, sighing as he closed his eyes from Addison’s gaze to see if he could sleep through the sounds from his roommate’s bed.  But the green of Addison’s eyes and the sounds of passion in the room had thoroughly woken him.  His reluctant tiredness from before was replaced by a reluctant attention. 

Paul and Addison had been in the room making out for only 30 minutes when Paul’s roommate Brennan and his girlfriend Peyton stumbled into the room, both very drunk.  The two had collapsed immediately onto Brennan’s bed and quickly fell asleep, at which point Paul realized he and Addison had missed their window tonight.  While he knew Addison was going to give him shit for talking a big game and then not delivering, Paul knew there would be other chances. The two had shared one more long tongue kiss before getting off the couch that faced Brennan’s bed and going around the corner to reluctantly get under the covers of Paul’s bed.

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They had met up while out at another fraternity’s party, a not infrequent occurrence on the nights when they were both out.  Paul and Addison had been hooking up infrequently for the better part of a year, fucking every chance they could for a few weeks before school or another hookup would get in the way, then going weeks without speaking only to bump into each other at a party and end up in one of their rooms. Sometimes they didn’t even make it to their rooms.

Paul was a 6’1”, athletically built sophomore. An old-fashioned kind of handsome, like Richard Gere or Paul Newman.  He had brown hair and dark blue eyes, but his light eyebrows and reddish stubble betrayed his Irish heritage. Paul had spent his freshman year on the varsity soccer team but quit at the end of the year because of persistent back injuries.  Still, Paul was in great shape, albeit moving towards beefy muscular and away from a toned endurance athlete. That didn’t seem to bother the girls, though, as they always complimented Paul on his well-built arms and shoulders.  Basically, since move-in day, every time Paul had gone out, he had gotten attention from girls. Paul had his fair share of hookups in his first year, but the girl he kept going back to was Addison.

Addison was a 5’5”, raven-haired, pale-skinned junior who kept a dark and mysterious aesthetic fitting her Persian and French background. She wore her black hair down to frame her pale face, and darker eye makeup accentuated naturally long eyelashes while contrasting with her bright green eyes.  That night she wore no bra for her C cup breasts, only a black body suit with lace detailing on the straps that came up to a lace choker around her neck. Her nipple piercings could be seen through the minimal padding of the body suit, and Paul knew that the silver of the piercings matched her rings, bracelets, and the stud she wore in her nose. Her tight black jeans completed the outfit by hugging her curvy figure, especially around her juicy ass which only fit after some help from her roommates.

It was early October and the two hadn’t hooked up since the beginning of the year pool parties in August, so when Paul saw Addison flirting with a guy shorter than her near the bar at a rival fraternity’s party, he felt a need to go and take her back.

“Hey man, nice to meet you, I don’t think we’ve met yet, the name's Brian,” said Paul. Addison gave Paul a knowing look and a teasing smile. She wanted to play along.

She leaned in and hugged him, making sure he felt her nipple piercings on his toned stomach. “Oh my god, Brian, long time no see!” They locked eyes for the briefest of moments, and she knew she had him. “Brian, this is Evan, we…met during orientation week.”

Evan looked back and forth between Addison and Paul a few times before nervously sticking his hand out for a handshake. “Ye-yeah man, Evan, nice to meet you!” Paul took a long look at Evan’s hand, still holding a full cup of beer, at which point Evan realized his mistake, exclaiming, “Oh crap my bad man” and awkwardly shifting his cup to his left hand.

Paul mentally rolled his eyes but physically smiled, dapped up Evan’s hand that was waiting for a handshake and said “What’s up dude? You been to the house before? I don’t think I’ve seen you around yet this semester.” Paul was trying to figure out why in the world Addison had any interest in this guy of all people.

“N-no, I haven’t been out much yet, my girlfriend is in the Christian Student Association, and she really doesn’t like these kinds of parties.”  Paul shot a quick glance over at Addison, who gave him a devilish grin and wink. Ah. So that was it. She’s trying to corrupt this poor boy.

“Ah man, that’s cool, I totally get that.  My first year on campus I didn’t really get out that much either. School’s super important y’know? And your girlfriend’s in CSA? That’s awesome. How long have y’all been dating?”

Evan started talking but Paul stopped listening, he was distracted by the way Addison’s pale pink lips were playing with the straw to her drink. Her eyes told him she was in the mood for mischief tonight.

“So yeah, we’ve technically been dating since middle school, but we’ve known each other forever, because she lived across the street from me.”

Paul snapped back to the conversation. “Well, hey man, that’s super cool. But, hey, listen, I’ve got two things I have to tell you: first, the way you held your beer out to me and then took it away, and you still haven’t finished it is a serious party foul in this house, man. House rules mean you have to chug that beer now, man. You wouldn’t want to look bad in front of the brothers.”

The scared look on Evan’s face confirmed Paul’s suspicions that this kid was trying to meet the brothers because he was interested in rushing, but was hopelessly lost as to how to go about it.

“And second man, me and a lot of the other brothers here are super involved with CSA. You could almost call this the CSA frat, man. So, after you finish chugging that beer, I need you to go and find Brother Nick. He’s gonna be upstairs right now having a devotional in his room, because, like you said, dude, these kinds of parties aren’t for everyone. But go upstairs and go into room 23, that’s Nick’s room, he and the other CSA guys will really want to see a potential new CSA brother in the house.”

With that, Evan’s eyes went wide, and he started chugging his beer, choking and coughing on some of it while Paul and Addison cheered him on. Then, while he was still breathing heavy, Paul and Addison turned Evan around and told him to go running up the stairs.

As soon as he was gone, Paul and Addison burst out laughing. “Hahaha so Brian,” Addison said, recomposing herself, “when did you join this fraternity?”

Paul smiled and shrugged, “Oh, about five minutes ago, when I saw you wasting your time with that guy.”

“And do you even know what’s in room 23?”

“Of course I do, that’s Nick’s room, where Sicko and Psycho go to buy coke. They’re definitely up there doing lines right now.” They both broke out laughing again.

“But seriously, Addi, what are you doing trying to corrupt that poor boy?”

“Trying? Who says I haven’t already?” she teased with another wicked smile.

“What? You wouldn’t? The kid has a girlfriend!”

“Who still wonders why he disappeared their first weekend on campus?”

Paul was surprised, but he probably shouldn’t have been. He decided to tease her back. “Hm. So you like ‘em small now, do you?”

“Oh, trust me, he wasn’t actually small, maybe just a little…” she paused and looked around the room to find some witty ending, “short.”

Paul rolled his eyes and leaned in close, lowering his voice: “Well, we both know you hate when things are short.”

Addison tilted her head to the side. “Hm, do we?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“We both know you like when things go on very long.”

“Oh, but sometimes things can get boring, y’know.” She brought her drink to her lips and began sucking on the straw.

“And we both know that you can spend all night with me and never get bored.” Paul brought two fingers to her chin and tilted her head up to look him in his dark blue eyes.

“Hmmm. Maybe I need a reminder about all these things, Brian.” She said in a hushed tone, biting her bottom lip.

Paul broke her gaze and looked around. “Yeah, well, after your boy wonder has finished making a fool of himself in front of the Coke dealers, we should probably get out of here before they come down to find ‘Brian.’” He looked back to her pale face, those bright green eyes. “Want to come back to my place?

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They made it back to Paul and Brennan’s fraternity house, to their fourth-floor suite which was really just a converted attic.  Their room had a kind of “T” shape to it, with the door to the room in the middle of the top of the “T” and windows at the base of the “T.” Paul’s bed was shoved into the corner of the left branch of the “T,” while Brennan’s bed was across the room, perpendicular to it and against the wall of the long part of the “T.” There was also a couch facing Brennan’s bed on the other long wall of the “T,” and that was where Paul brought Addison first.

Paul had struggled to take Addison’s pants off, but as soon as they were off, she was left in her black bodysuit. The length of her pale shapely legs was exposed by the moonlight, and she straddled him on the small couch that faced Brennan’s bed. She alternated between kissing him hard on the neck and wrestling with his tongue. And they stayed in that position, getting ready for rounds after rounds of fierce fucking, up until the point that Brennan and Peyton barged in.

Brennan came in first, walking backwards and having not bothered to knock. He was closely followed by his girlfriend Peyton, who was stumbling a bit but holding onto Brennan’s shirt to keep her balance. 

Brennan was a 5’11”, dirty blonde surfer dude from Jacksonville. He was skinny from his years of cross-country running and wore a t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops, a style that Paul had never understood but seemed to work for Brennan. But then again, everything seemed to work for Brennan. Paul had never known anyone luckier. He was funny as hell, smart without ever studying, and even though he wasn’t the most handsome guy around, had somehow managed to lock down a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.

Peyton was a 6’ (she said 5’10”) curly blonde super model. Thin as a reed with firm B cup breasts, a high and tight ass that always hung out of the tiny shorts she wore—Peyton had the makings of a Victoria Secret Angel.  Her face was so naturally pretty that she would often go without makeup, which complicated things when makeup brands DM’d her asking to promote their products on her Instagram with over 10k followers.  She had less trouble accepting deals to promote bikinis, as her rich family often took trips to California, the Caribbean, or Italy.  Needless to say, Peyton was among the most desirable sophomores on campus, but on this night, she was drunkenly stumbling into her boyfriend’s bed after having too much to drink at the sorority mixer.

All a sudden, Paul was brought back to the moment again when the low moans and light smacking of lips were broken up by the abrupt creak of Brennan’s bed.  Paul opened his eyes again to find that Addison had not closed hers. She appeared to be listening intently to the noises coming from the other bed, but kept her breathing low as if she was still asleep.  The creaking of the bed stopped, and the low moans resumed, this time joined by a soft and wet slurping sound. Paul raised his eyebrow and shook his head at Addison. He could not believe it.

Paul had already been mad at Brennan for ruining his chances of getting laid that night by stumbling in drunk without a care in the world. The roommates had a pretty established rule that whoever got back to the room first had dibs to privacy with a guest.  They had even set up a spare mattress in the common space of their suite for either of them to use if the room was “occupied” when they came back.  But now, after ignoring the arrangement they had, coming home drunk and cockblocking Paul, Brennan was now getting blown by Peyton while Paul and Addison were still in the room.

“Can you believe this?” Paul whispered to Addison.

She shrugged, then whispered back in the same teasing tone she always used after dark, “Are you sure you know what’s going on?”

Paul rolled his eyes, then rolled over to his nightstand to get a drink of water, taking time to snatch a glance across the room. It was hard to tell through the dark, but the windows near Brennan’s bed cast just enough light for Paul to see Peyton’s blonde curls slowly bobbing up and down near the middle of Brennan’s bed. Paul couldn’t see his roommate's face around the corner in their room, but he could definitely hear him moaning, and maybe something that sounded like, “Don’t stop.”

Paul finished his drink and rolled back over to face Addison, and she pushed herself closer to him in turn, swinging a leg up across his waist. “Those crazy fuckers are actually doing it over there,” Paul whispered with less care for how quiet he was.

Addison looked him deep in his dark blue eyes and then leaned in so that her lips nearly touched his ear. With one hand gripping his shirt to feel his muscled chest she whispered in his ear, “What’s even crazier is how hot it is,” then she bit his ear and lightly blew on it.

Suddenly, Addison rolled herself up to straddle Paul as he lay on his bed. Both her hands gripped his shirt tightly as she leaned down and began kissing him, opening her mouth to invite his tongue. Addison’s boldness took Paul by surprise, but he wasn’t going to refuse the moment.  Taking her invitation, Paul plunged his tongue into Addison’s mouth and began wrestling with hers. He moved his hands up her hips and grabbed two handfuls of her ass as she began to grind herself against his stiffening cock.

Paul could feel Addison’s wetness through the thin fabric of her bodysuit and couldn’t believe how turned on she was by Brennan and Peyton’s presence. Realizing that he was quickly getting hard himself, Paul couldn’t believe how turned on he was by the situation either. Breaking from the kiss for a moment, Paul locked eyes with Addison before leaning up to lightly bite her bottom lip. A moan escaped Addison’s lips and the two were about to resume making out when they realized the noises from Brennan’s bed had changed again.

Gone was the wet slurping sound from before, replaced by the rhythmic creak of the bed and the light smack of skin on skin. Gone were the low moans, replaced by a quiet whimper that followed each smack, and a whisper repeatedly asking, “Oh yeah, you like that?”

Paul lay there quietly, Addison straddling him as they both listened to the sounds of sex coming from the other bed.  Paul was pissed. Brennan getting a blowjob while he thought they were asleep was one thing, but full-on fucking when they had to know that he and Addison were awake was something totally different. His mouth curled down in a frown, and he cleared his throat in preparation to say something. Just as he was about to, though, Addison put her hand over his mouth and shook her head.

Addison kept her hand over his mouth as she slowly sat up on Paul’s lap. She then used her other hand to slowly take one of Paul’s hands and place it between her legs. He could feel the wetness soaking through her bodysuit.  When she saw the look in his eyes and felt the firmness return to his cock underneath her, she knew she had him.

Addison took her hand away from Paul’s mouth and then used her own hands to guide Paul’s strong hands to massage her breasts. Paul stared intently up at her and began to massage the flesh underneath the thin layer of the bodysuit, taking care not to twist and pull at her piercings too much. Locking eyes with her again, Paul saw Addison bring her hands to her mouth and mime a blowjob. Paul whispered, “You sure?” to which Addison just closed her eyes and nodded. Paul leaned his head back and closed his own eyes—he couldn’t believe it.

Addison continued to grind her wetness against Paul’s hard member as she pulled a hair tie off her wrist and moved her hands back to put her hair up. As she did, curiosity got the best of her, and she turned around just so slightly to look at what was happening on the other bed.

There she saw her sorority sister Peyton, face down on the bed, her blonde curls tussled down over her face as she was intermittently shaken by the thrusts from behind her.  Peyton was still wearing a matching green bra and thong, but the straps of the bra had fallen from her shoulders and the thong had been pushed over her left ass cheek so Brennan could plunge into her. The angle of the slanted wall and ceiling blocked Addison’s view of Brennan’s torso as he thrust into his girlfriend, but she could hear him whispering the same questions over and over: “Oh yeah, you like that?” “That good baby?” and “Is this what you wanted?”

Just as Addison finished tying up her hair and was about to turn back to Paul, Brennan reached down and grabbed a bit of Peyton’s hair, pulling her head back and eliciting a gasp of pleasure as she moved to support herself with her hands again. Peyton looked over and made eye contact with Addison, her lips curled in a smile of pleasure. Addison winked at the younger girl and gave her own wicked smile back, at which point Peyton closed her eyes and rolled back her head to enjoy her boyfriend’s quickening thrusts.

Addison turned back to look down at Paul and immediately started to pull at his shirt, trying to take it off so she could feel his hardened chest skin-to-skin. Paul sighed as he leaned up and lifted his arms over his head, allowing Addison to pull his shirt up and off him. She was going to throw it to the side, then a wicked thought entered her head, and she turned back again to throw it across the room. As she did so, she once again caught sight of Peyton’s face contorted in pleasure, only for it to be covered by Paul’s shirt, which came sailing from Addison.

Brennan and Peyton must not have cared, because they did not make any move to protest, and Addison began to place hard kisses down Paul’s chest and onto his toned stomach.  Paul let out a sigh of pleasure with each kiss, keeping a firm grip on Addison’s wrists as she worked her way towards his waist.

Addison hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down, only to divert her attention to place more kisses down the V-line that accentuated his waist. When her mouth reached his pubic area, she had pulled his shorts down to the point that she could see the base of his cock and feel how the rest of its hardness was pressing up against the fabric of the shorts, begging to be released. She denied it.  Releasing her fingers from the waistband, Paul’s member sprang back up and pulled his shirt roughly back into place with it.

Paul took his hands from Addison’s wrists and placed them on either side of her head, then guided her mouth down towards his cock. When Addison’s mouth was only an inch from it, she bent down and lightly bit the cock lengthwise. Paul winced and took one of his hands from Addison’s head to reach up and wipe sweat from his brow, leaning his head back and sighing while he did so. She always tortured him to start, but that was fine, he would pay her back later.

Addison continued to lick and tease his cock through the fabric of the shorts for a moment before growing bored.  She wanted to be reminded of how glorious this cock was. Moving to the side of Paul, she finally pulled his shorts all the way down, and Paul’s 7”, circumcised member sprang out into the night. Addison had seen a few dicks in her day, but none of the ones she had seen up close compared to Paul’s. She thought it could have been a pornstar’s dick.

Paul completed the process of stripping by kicking his shorts off his ankles and off the bed. Addison looked across the room, hoping that the shorts would have caught Peyton in the face as well, but unfortunately, they only landed on the floor.

For their part, Brennan and Peyton had shifted down on the bed and angled themselves so that Addison could now see both of their faces twisted in pleasure as Brennan continued to thrust into Peyton from behind. Peyton had her hands up on the post at the bottom corner of the bed, and both she and Brennan lowered their gaze when Addison turned to them.

“Hmph,” she thought, “so they want a show, don’t mind being a show, but also don’t want to be caught looking.” Addison turned back towards the main event of her evening and thought, “Well we’ll give them a show, alright. We’ll show those two what a real hookup looks like.”

Addison leaned down and began to blow Paul. First, she took his dick in one hand and moved her other hand up his stomach while she slowly licked up and down the sides of his great length.  Occasionally, she paused on the side to wrap her lips around it lengthwise and curl her tongue underneath it. This went on until she felt his dick reach its full length. At that point Addison pushed herself up and drooled a large amount of spit all over the cock. She took the head back into her mouth again and began to firmly stroke it up and down, occasionally squeezing and twisting her hand.

Paul had to retain his composure, because Addison had made him cum during foreplay before and she had never let him forget it. He tilted his head down and locked eyes with Addison, her face beautifully determined as her hand stroked him up and down, faster and faster. Then, he saw over her shoulder the faces of both Brennan and Peyton, staring at Addison as she jerked him off.

Paul gasped as Addison took him in both hands now, squeezing and twisting his entire length at once while her tongue massaged his head. He controlled himself and tried to pay attention to the noise in the room, and he could barely hear the sound of slow, deep thrusts coming from the other bed. “Hmph,” he thought, “so they’re going to do that soft boyfriend-girlfriend shit while watching us? We should make sure they know what a real drunk hookup looks like.”

And with that, Paul leaned up and grabbed Addison by the throat, immediately causing her to lose her grip on his cock.  Paul didn’t really like choking girls, and he only did it because he knew Addison liked it.  She had told him before that he could anytime, unless she told him not to. In fact, although Addison played up a game of being a dominant tease, what turned her on the most was being dominated. And no one could dominate her like Paul.

“Did I say you could take your hands off that dick?” Paul said, the volume and roughness in his voice taking everyone in the room by surprise. Addison slowly shook her head no. “Then get those hands back on it. Matter of fact, put your whole fucking mouth on it, slut!” And with that Paul put both hands on the sides of Addison’s head and pushed her down to take him full in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his cock a few times, his hands guiding her head up and down and occasionally holding her down so that she would start to squirm, at which point Paul would let her up for air.

Paul looked across at Brennan and Peyton, catching both of them stunned, frozen by the kinky display in front of them. Once again, Paul’s voice took them by surprise. “Well, it looks like we have an audience tonight, Addi.”  Brennan and Peyton snapped out of it and immediately looked down or away from Paul and Addison, trying to find something to avoid Paul’s gaze. Paul had a better idea.

“Why don’t you show these two perverts how good you are at taking cock, hm?” He said down to Addison, her mouth still around his cock.

He felt her head push up against him only slightly, so he let her go, at which point she said in a sultry, sex-drunk voice, “Yes Daddy I’d love to show little Pey-Pey how to deepthroat a really big cock like yours.”

At the mention of her name Peyton looked back up again, and Paul gave her and Brennan a wink before answering, “Well get to it then slut!” and pretending to slam Addison’s head down on his cock. Really, she provided all the speed and force to the movement. Soon enough Addison moved to take the entire 7” length of Paul’s cock down her throat.

Paul looked back across to Peyton and Brennan, and they had shifted positions so that Peyton was riding Brennan in reverse cowgirl, with Brennan lying across the bed, his waist right at the edge and Peyton standing on the floor but sitting down on Brennan’s cock. In that position, Peyton’s long, thin body was blocking Brennan’s view of Paul and Addison, while Paul saw Brennan’s girlfriend on full display.  That was interesting, Paul thought. “Hm,” he wondered, “so maybe she’s the one who really wants to see this. We should give her what she wants.”

By this point Addison had been deepthroating his cock for almost thirty seconds, and she was starting to cough and choke. Paul let her head go so she could come up for air, and he asked, “Oh, is that al,l Addi? Have you had enough of this dick already?”

Wiping her face clean and coughing to clear her throat, Addison finally responded, “Not yet, Daddy, no. Not until I show little Pey-Pey how a good slut should really be fucked.”

“Mmmh,” Paul growled in response, “well then take this damn thing off, you’ve had it on for too long anyway.” And with that, Addison stood up on the bed and unclasped her bodysuit. Before she could take it off herself, though, Paul pulled her back down by her hand and started pulling it off her himself. Addison whimpered as the fabric tore in a few of places, but Paul finally got it off and tossed it aside.  Addison was left there, lying face up and unashamed in all her pale, shapely glory. But Paul had a different idea for the show he wanted to put on.

“Get up,” Paul commanded. “On your knees and spread your legs. There, at the foot of the bed. I want you to look Peyton in the eye while I fucking pound you.”

“Oh yes, Daddy show her how good you are, and I’ll show her how good I am. I can be such a good little slut for you.” Addison said, moving herself to where he directed. She looked across at Peyton and spread her legs to welcome him inside, leaning down to spread herself open for him.

On the other side of the room Peyton was bouncing up and down on Brennan’s cock, in an orgasmic bliss she’d never known before.  It had started when Addison first winked at her as she and Brennan tried to sneakily fuck, but it got even better when Paul had first talked to them, and now every time they said her name she was hit with a whole new wave of pleasure.

She bounced erratically on Brennan’s cock, sometimes going up and down, sometimes grinding into him, sometimes moving her hips in a circle around him. Still, she was so turned on that she couldn’t stop her hands from wandering over her own body, clutching at her face, her hair, feeling up her breasts, tearing off her bra, rubbing her sopping wet pussy.  It was all so much; she had no idea how Brennan had managed to last this long.

Brennan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying like hell to think about anything other than finishing. When Peyton had first repositioned them down the bed so that they could see what Paul and Addison were doing, he didn’t think they would get to see much, or he thought that some confrontation would happen, and they would both lose their chance for fun that night. But hearing someone else say his girlfriend’s name while he was slowly pumping inside her had almost sent him over the edge.

After realizing how kinky and erotic the display from the other bed was going to be, Brennan had moved himself back from being able to see the other couple, hoping that blocking the sight of them fucking would help prevent his part in the night’s events from ending too soon. So, he lay there, letting his gorgeous girlfriend do all the work on his dick as she took in the show in front of them. He stared up at a point in the ceiling and tried to think of anything in the world other than finishing.

Addison’s long, loud moan brought everyone’s attention back to her.  Paul had briefly licked up and down her pussy to make sure she was ready for him, then he spit in his hand and rubbed up his length to make sure he could slide in easily. He knew that his cock was difficult to take at the best of times, downright painful to girls who are nervous or just naturally tight. But thankfully, Addison was so turned on he slid right into her like she was pulling him in. Immediately he gave her the full length, penetrating her to his hilt, which elicited the long moan.

“Oooh fuuuccckk yeessss.” Addison moaned in instant orgasm, tossing her head back as she vocalized only to drop her head across the board at the bottom of the bed and arch her back to take more.

Paul had to capitalize on this moment. “Oh yeah you dirty little slut? You liked that, didn’t you? You came already from one thrust of this dick?”

He pulled out till only the head remained inside her, then slowly thrust the entire length in again. Addison answered, but it was too low and spoken down at the floor. “What was that, Addi? Sorry, we’re having some trouble hearing you,” Paul asked as he began to increase the speed of his thrusts but kept the depth to his full length.

Addison lifted her head to answer again, “I’m such a dirty little slut for you, Daddy. You know I always come so fast from your big hard cock!”

“Hmm, that’s better,” Paul answered, his hands on Addison’s hips as he continued to quicken his pace. His cock continued to thrust deep inside her, hitting her at her deepest point and rapidly bringing her to orgasm again. He could feel her walls contracting around him and the pressure building up in her core as he continued to pound her mercilessly. Paul suddenly stopped his quick thrusts and used both hands on Addison’s hips to forcefully pull her against his cock, hitting her at her deepest point and causing her to lose control.

“Holy fuck Daddy!” She called out this time, as she exploded around him and shuddered in orgasm, releasing a wave of her juices around Paul’s length till it dripped out onto the bed. Paul wasn’t done with her. He resumed his thrusts while she was still sensitive and shaking from her orgasm.

“Oh my god Daddy I’m such a slut for your cock,” Addison murmured, still in the throes of her pleasure. “Please fuck me harder Daddy, make me cum again, I can be such a good little slut for you, Daddy!”

“Mmmh,” Paul growled from behind her, continuing to thrust himself into her as he built his pace back up again.  One he reached a steady rhythm, he looked across the room to where Peyton was still bouncing up and down on Brennan’s cock, sucking on the fingers of one hand while she rubbed her clit furiously with the other.

Paul gave Addison’s ass a loud “SMACK!” across her left cheek that got everyone’s attention again. Keeping up the pace of his thrusts, Paul leaned forward and grabbed Addison’s ponytail with his right hand. He pulled her hair and snapped her head back so that she was face to face with Peyton, both of them sharing each other’s pleasure.

“Tell Peyton what you are, Addi,” Paul commanded.

Addison locked her green eyes onto Peyton’s blue eyes and slurred in a cum-drunk whimper: “I’m Paul’s little whore; I’m his dirty little slut.”

“Say it again, louder,” Paul commanded again, smacking her across the ass again and increasing the force of his thrusts. 

Addison’s mouth was open and in between moans she struggled to answer: “I-I-I’m Paul’s dirty…little…whore…I’m his…fucking…cumslut.”

“Are you, Addi?” Paul asked, focusing on the rhythm of Addison’s ass rippling as he thrust into her again and again. “Why don’t you cum again for me Addi. Show me you want it.”

“Yes, Daddy please I’ll cum again, I want it so bad…. please let me cum again Daddy I’ll be such a good little cumslut for you.” Addison moaned out, keeping her eyes locked on Peyton as she bounced up and down across the room.

“Oh fuck!” Brennan called out from the other bed. It had all become too much, and hearing Addison beg like that had driven him over the edge. “I’m about to cum baby, get down…get down!”

Peyton immediately hopped on the bed next to Brennan, grabbing his dick and taking him full in her mouth to taste all the juices that she had left on him. Brennan’s hands went straight to her head and held her down on him as he released into her mouth.

“Aghhh fuuuckkkk!” He gasped, thrusting his hips up as he shot his load into his girlfriend’s mouth. Peyton took the warm load eagerly, tasting Brennan’s pleasure mixed with her own, sent herself over the edge again. As Brennan slowly stopped shooting, Peyton began to move her head up and down to suck him completely dry, using one hand to massage his balls for the last of his cum and the other hand to continue to rub her clit.

The sight of Brennan’s desperate thrusts as he came up into his girlfriend’s mouth was too much for Addison, and she was soon taken by a wave of pleasure again, her walls squeezing tight around Paul as her ass bounced off his hips again and again.

“Well, it looks like the lovely couple’s about finished, hm?” Paul teased as he continued to pound Addison. His voice hid what he was feeling, watching Peyton desperately try to take all of Brennan’s cum had gotten him close to finishing as well, but he wanted to put on an even better show for their audience.

“What about you, Addi? Are you about finished?” He asked, picking up the pace of his thrusts so that there was a rhythmic clap of her ass cheeks against his hips.

“No, Daddy, I’m not done until you’re finished with me…” Addison moaned out as she made eye contact with Peyton who was still bobbing up and down on Brennan’s softening cock. “I’m not done until I make you cum Daddy.”

“Oh yeah?” Paul said in a more strained voice, both hands back on Addison’s hips, guiding her to a pace that would finish him, “You want that, Addi? You want Daddy’s cum?”

Addison looked past Peyton now and, for the first tim,e made eye contact with Brennan as he leaned his head up to watch their climax. “Yes, Daddy please give it to me,” she said in a high, desperate voice. “Please give me all your cum Daddy, make me your little cumslut whore!”

Paul was fucking Addison about as fast as he could, her ass rippling with each thrust. He could feel the pressure building in his tip and he knew he didn’t have long. “Tell me where you want it, Addi,” he demanded.

“Fucking cum inside me Daddy!” Addison screamed out.

“Aaagghhh!!!” Paul growled loud as he pulled out of Addison’s pussy and aimed his cock to shoot his load on her ass and down her back. He had not expected her to say that, and it drove him over the edge. But he wouldn’t actually cum inside her, even if she was on birth control.

Still, the desire in her voice sent him over the edge, and after twitching twice in the open air, Paul shot his load all down Addison’s back, the first shot missing high and sailing across the room. Paul watched as he shot no less than 6 streams of cum up Addison’s back and over her ass, then looked across the room where his first, biggest shot had caught Peyton square between her tits.

Peyton had stopped sucking Brennan and turned to face the other couple as soon as she heard that Paul was about to cum. She was completely shocked when the first shot went all the way across the room and landed between her breasts, but the whole scene of the cumshot had been the hottest thing she had ever seen, so she didn’t care.

Not wanting to be outdone in the final erotic act of the night, Peyton used her fingers to scoop Paul’s cum off her chest and then brought it to her mouth, tasting it. Paul and Addison’s eyes were wide in post-orgasm bliss and surprise as Peyton sucked her fingers clean of Paul’s cum.

Peyton turned to Brennan, who looked dumbfounded as his cock began to harden again in her other hand. She then turned back to Paul and Addison, gave them a wink and purred teasingly, “Hmmm, Paul, you taste so good.  I can see why Addi’s so good for you.”