Page 25 of College Boy

“That’s because you’re just a young pup,” she insisted, looking flawless and radiant and bared to him, in more ways than one. No longer shy or coquettish, her bare body lay unchallenged and raw stop the soft white sheets, nipples pert, belly soft and thin landing strip of pussy fur sheen and glossy. “You haven’t known true love yet.”

“And you have?” he challenged, trying to keep it light but struggling with his own mounting emotions just the same.

She shrugged quietly. “I thought I did,” she insisted. “Until, well...”

Her voice broke. Her eyes moistened, making Mitch feel bad for teasing her in the first place. “Listen,” he said, big hand clenching beneath her quivering chin and dragging her downturned face back up again. “Forget I said anything. Spring break is for ... forgetting all that shit, right? Leaving it all behind?”

She brightened, nodding eagerly. “It is, right?”

Mitch smiled, gazing upon the raw beauty of her epic nakedness. “And speaking of behind, if you’d just lay back down, the way you were when I walked in just now, I’d like to break that record of yours.”

“Beg your pardon?” Emma pretended to be shocked, but the shiver his words sent through her naked body made Mitch realize she couldn’t have beenthatshocked.

“Just trust me, okay?” Mitch murmured. “We’ve got all week so I’m trying to take things slow and seeing you that way, just now, gave me a few, uh ... ideas.”

“Look, I don’t know aboutyourspring breaks,” Emma gushed, wriggling back down onto her belly and sprawling out before him like a feast of flesh indeed. “But even in my fantasies, mine never included, uh ... butt stuff.”

He snorted, sliding onto his side next to her and placing one big hand squarely against the small of her back. Emma’s body seized at the slightest touch, making Mitch realize she was ripe for another round of whatever he had in mind. Well, with limits, obviously. “Not butt stuff, butt stuff, just ... gratuitous fondling and admiring and ogling and caressing and, well, whatever all that might lead to, you know?”

Emma’s smile was pure sunshine, lighting up the dimly lit room as if dawn was approaching just outside. “Well, since you put it that way...”

She propped her chin upon laced fingers, as if preparing for a couple’s massage at some fancy spa. “You know,” he murmured, hand sliding from the dip of her back to just above the crest of her ripe, plump rump. “I was never much of an ass man until I walked in here and saw you lying here, just like this...”

“So happy to turn the tide,” she teased through taut, constricted lips. “I’m not sure my ex even touched my ass, so you can imagine how much of a treat this is right now.”

“No?” Mitch knew they’d vowed not to talk about their past, but this was truly shocking news indeed. That ass? All to himself? For literal years? And the dumb fuck never went near it? “Why the hell not?”

“He said it was too big,” Emma confessed. “Our last Christmas together, he bought me one of those squat machines for our home gym so I could, in his words anyway, ‘do something about it’.”

“The fuck?” Mitch struggled to reconcile another man’s words with what he was seeing—the perfect, curved, ripe, round, flawless feminine ass currently beneath his cupped, eager hand. “Are you sure he was talking aboutthisass?” Mitch teased while squeezing it, determined to turn the mood around and get Emma back where he wanted her—panting and desperate, writhing and sweating, cursing and gasping with sheer, raw ecstasy. “Because this ass? Right here?” More and more, Mitch caressed and smoothed, squeezed and teased each ripe, quivering flank as his words flowed out, desperate and hot and quiet in the middle of the night. “Is sheer perfection. And before I’m through playing with it, Emma, you’re going to believe me when I say, I’ve never seen a more perfect ass in all my years.”

“What?” Emma murmured distractedly, eyelids fluttering as her body began to writhe and thrust against the mattress beneath her, the bedframe creaking as if in reply to their mounting foreplay. “All twelve of them?”

He chuckled, but not for long. He wasn’t lying. This ass beneath his hands was perfect, and he was bound and determined to make her believe it for herself. For that, Mitch needed his full concentration. Well, that and his big, veiny fingers, plying her soft flesh until, gradually, Emma relented and gave in to her simmering, late-night desires once more.

“Mm,” she purred loudly, eyes closed as her pale, smooth thighs spread imperceptibly atop the soft pink sheets, a flash of her puffy pink pussy glistening in the room’s dim light. “You sure you’ve never been an ass man, because ... that hand of yours sure is.”

“Only for you, babe,” Mitch purred, still alternating between each ripe, swollen mound even as his hand dipped lower to tease and caress the joint where the backs of Emma’s thighs met each pale, perfect ass cheek. “You would be, too, if you could see what I’m seeing.”

Emma purred and began to gently, but steadily, grind her swollen pussy atop the bedsheets. “Are you sure I deserve such tender affection?” she teased, plump lips curling into a smile with her face to one side, blushing cheek burning beneath her placid brown eyes.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve been such a bad, bad girl this spring break...” Emma’s voice was pure honey, warm and thick like the mounded flesh in Mitch’s eagerly probing hands.

Mitch felt her squirming beneath him and smirked, finally getting the hint. He paused, resting a single hand across her left flank, waiting for instructions as her body writhed like a gentle wave rolling in from the sea. He could feel the heat from her simmering flesh and, subtly, smell the ripe, spicy musk from her mounting desire as it filled the room like a flickering jar candle. “Howbad, baby?”

“Just a little bad,” she grunted, as if already feeling the sweet, sexy sting of his hand upon her flesh. “But bad enough for a little ... punishment?”

“Mm.” Mitch was hard beside her, stiff cock buried in the top sheet as if hiding from Emma’s heavy-lidded gaze. His hand rose from her flank, hovering just above as her eyes widened to glance down the length of her prone body to see it hovering there. “So just a little spank will do, huh?”

“I mean,” she grunted, almost commandingly, her tone making it clear exactly what she wanted. “Only if you’re into that kind of thing, College Boy?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” He lifted his hand a little higher, noting the obvious glint of encouragement in those big, brown eyes. “Smacking this perfect little tush until it blushes a nice, bright red? Watching every love tap ripple through your hot, lady flesh? Hearing you gasp and squeal every time my palm smacks that fine ass of yours? Damn, it’s every College Boy’s spring break fantasy, isn’t it?”

Before Emma could answer, Mitch did just that, slapping her right cheek with a softly ringing “slap” sound, the ripples of desire drizzling out from the point of impact. Emma gasped with delight, then squealed with release, legs spreading and pussy grinding on impact.

So much for playing it cool, Mitch thought, resting his hand atop the fiery, stinging flesh. His naughty little host was down to fuck, in the worst of ways.

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