Incest/Taboo Discovering My Little Sister

"I'm Jessica and there's no way we're supposed to act, but there are patterns and you don't fit any."

"Well look at me breaking down barriers," I joked. "I thought I was just trolling for pussy."

She laughed. "And how's that worked for you?"

"Terrible, until now," I confessed. "But I've noticed you too, and I'd also really like to get to know you."

With my relaxed demeanor, she asked me what type of science I majored in and we had a normal conversation from there on. We walked back to our building together but I didn't get the inside invite that I was hoping for. Her suite was before mine so I couldn't figure out how to invite her into my room. She did suggest, though, that we meet for lunch, which we set for that Tuesday.

The encounter left me too horny to focus on schoolwork, which I had a lot of. I tried to FaceTime my mom, but she couldn't answer. She was probably having some kind of romp with Polly and possibly someone she brought home to share. I ended up spending most of the day masturbating, well, alternating between masturbating and passing out and reading some of the longer erotica that I had been wanting to get off to. Eventually my mom sent me a picture of Polly taking some woman from behind with a strap-on, which she captioned, "Sorry I can't answer, this married couple can't get enough of our strap-ons."

Seeing Polly taking that woman was hot, but my mom's caption was enough to turn me off. I knew she meant she had probably been pegging the guy, and I was not into that. Besides, I was starving. So I ate and got back to a normal weekend, only masturbating once more that night and twice the next day. What? I take being a slut seriously.

My mom FaceTimed me back Sunday night. I sat down on my bed to answer. "Sorry, baby," she said. "It's been a wild weekend."

"Yeah, why'd you have to tell me you were with a couple? You know I hate hearing about guys."

"I know, but you know that Polly doesn't want me to bring home just women. Makes her feel like she's cheating."

"She's such a priss."

"Don't worry, when you're home next my bed will just be a pile of naked women."

"Now you're talking," I cooed, feeling the arousal come back.

"You like thinking about the dirty things you do on Mommy's bed?"

"So much," I responded in a raspy voice. Normally I would be touching myself by now, but I held off to tell her the big news. "But soon I might get to do those things in my bed," I told her.

"Oh did something naughty happen?" my mom asked.

"I wish. But I met a girl. We had brunch yesterday and we're doing lunch Tuesday."

My mom's demeanor became more motherly and less sexual. "You must really like her then, if you haven't bedded her yet."

"I wanted to, I just didn't know how to make a move." I wanted to tell my mom what was up, but I was also looking to get off.

"You didn't invite her to your room after brunch? I thought I trained you better than to be a tease."

"I'm not a tease, Mommy, I'm just not seductive like you."

"So next time you walk back to the dorm with her, say 'I have a single room if you want to see it,' and she'll get the picture. Don't make her take care of herself, I didn't pay for that single room for you to sleep alone."

We knew that wasn't true, I had applied before any of this started. But I was getting turned on by the way my mom was scolding me. "I'm sorry, Mommy," I said. "I don't mean to waste your money. I've been wearing all the sexy outfits you bought me."

"Mmm, that's good, I bet every lesbo on campus is fantasizing about you."

"Oh my God, Mommy, when you say things like that it makes me want to masturbate."

"Wait till Mommy tells you. Show her what you're wearing first."

I laid back and scanned the phone over my body, showing my white spaghetti strapped top and my pink shorts. "Just the right amount of cleavage," my mom cooed.

"And these shorts ride up my ass, Mommy," I told her.

"Fuck they must be skimpy to show off your tight little ass," my mom breathed. I wondered if she was already touching herself.

"That's why I like to wear them, Mommy."

"And you can only wear thongs with them, I bet."

"No, Mommy, I don't wear underwear with them." I held my phone over my shorts with one hand and peeled them off with the other to show her.

"Oh you're so hot, baby. Mommy's touching herself now."

"Can I touch myself, Mommy?"

"Not yet, baby. Mommy wants to see that big dildo she got you slide into your pussy."

"Yes, Mommy," I said, then kicked off my shorts and rushed to pull my strap-on out of my desk drawer. Then I spread my legs on my bed and held the fat end of the dildo at my entrance with one hand and my phone with the other. "Is this what you like, Mommy? Seeing your daughter fuck herself with a huge, fake cock?" The dildo was probably two and a half inches in diameter - or almost eight inches around - and ten inches long.

"I'd rather see your new little slut friend pounding you with it. Now push it in."

"Oh God, Mommy!" I cried. I was slippery as grease and my pussy was well-accustomed to the large toy, but the release of finally spreading my walls was incredible, as always.

"You're gonna let her fuck you with that all night."

"Yes, Mommy!" I started slowly moving the dildo in and out, keeping my camera on the motions.

"You know she's going to fuck a slut like you a lot harder than that."

"Yes, Mommy!" I sped up my arm.

"Harder. Show Mommy."

I gave a long moan as I started pumping as hard as I could while making sure the cock stayed inside me, went all the way in, and stayed visible to my mom. I could hear my mom panting as she touched herself. "Bet you're lucky enough that she'll let you use it on her," my mom growled.

"Oh God. I hope," I gasped.

"Tell Mommy what you'd do to her."

"She'd ride me so I could see her big tits."

"Yeah, Mommy's baby loves big titties."

"They're so big, Mommy. They flop around even in a sweatshirt. They might be bigger than Joy's."

"Oh that's so hot. We all love sucking Joy's titties."

"Oh Mommy, I'm so close."

"Show Mommy your face when you cum."

I turned the phone and screamed "Mommy!" long and loud as I came. I could see her face contorting as she grunted out a simultaneous orgasm.

"So hot, baby," she said as we finished. I could tell she was still touching herself, though.

"I need to clean this," I said, pulling the dildo to my mouth. I licked my juices off, occasionally sticking the tip in my mouth, all while watching my mom continue to masturbate and have another orgasm at the sight of my talented tongue. I knew she was thinking as much of the sight as of the many times I had licked her to climax.

"You're going to tell me everything you do with this little minx, right?" she asked as we cooled down.

"Every detail," I promised. "I'll even try to get you a picture of her."

"Such a good slut-daughter," my mom said. "Now get some sleep, you hopefully won't be able to this week.
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Lunch with Jessica was nice, though hardly different from a regular lunch with a regular new friend. Typical college student stuff, classes we were taking, what we wanted to do with our majors, nothing exciting. My previous attempts at flirting had gone so poorly, and I was yet to have sex with someone I hadn't known most of my life, so I figured I shouldn't try so hard in our conversation. Nonetheless, I wore a particularly whorish outfit, knowing that sunny days would be behind us soon. I started with a black and white skirt best described as a micro-skirt, then paired that strip of fabric with a white, off-the-shoulder top and black boots that came to my knee. Jessica seemed to try a little harder too. Her hair was still in a bun, but a little higher and more of a Phoebe on Friends this-bun-looks-messy-but-I-tried-really-hard-to-get-it-like-this bun. Instead of her usual PJs with a sweatshirt, she wore light jeans and a dark blue button-down yet casual blouse. I'd never seen her wear anything that acknowledged she had boobs or a butt, and while her ass looked great in her jeans, I was hoping to see a little more cleavage. The shirt was dark enough that were it not for the darts, her breasts would be difficult to distinguish.

We took the same walk back to our building as our last meeting, but this time at her suite's door, I tried a variation of the line my mom had suggested. "You know," I said, "if you want to hang out for a little, I have a single room."

She laughed and answered, "You're not very subtle, are you?"

"I'm just saying we can hang out and have some privacy." I was kind of chickening out; I could have said something a lot sexier and I immediately knew so.

She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, Carly. I like you. I like seeing your legs in that miniskirt and I would love to see your single room. But I also like you the person and things don't end well if you hook up before the third date. But we can call this the second date, and maybe I can take you out Friday night?"

"Yes," I said. Again, I wanted to say something fun and flirty, but nothing was coming to mind. "Yeah, I would really like that."

"Alright, I have to finish some homework and get to class," she said as her hand on my shoulder crept over my back and she pulled me in for a hug.

Hugging her was like a release, but not the releases that I talk about when I'm in bed. More like that feeling of throwing down my bag after acing my last final, that feeling that the hard part is over and now I have the whole world ahead of me. Did her breasts feel like the clouds of heaven as they pressed into my chest? Absolutely, but that feeling wasn't what I was paying attention to. There was just something about the intimacy, the knowledge that this girl wanted me and just me and wanted to take me on a real date. I had banged it out like mad with five women, but I had never been on a real date.

"I had fun today," I said as we separated.

"Me too," she smiled and took a very small step toward her door.

"I'll see you Friday," I answered and started to move toward my suite.

She turned turned fully to her door and said, "I'll text you to settle details."

"Thanks, have a good day," I said and walked to my suite.

Once through the suite door, I called my mom. Regular call. She answered as I was opening the door to my room and I said, barely able to contain my excitement, "Mom, I have a date Friday."

"So you are taking it slow with this girl," she said, almost just as excited.

"Oh no, I invited her in, but she said no. Mom, it was like the hottest no ever. She was basically like, 'I want you, but I don't go to bed before the third date, but this is our second date so let's go out Friday.'"

I could tell my mom gave a little laugh. "So you seem pretty happy."

"Yeah, it's like, I've never had a real date, I've never had a girlfriend, and like now someone likes me."

"Do you like her?"

"I mean, yeah, I'm still getting to know her. But she's hot and she's fun and she's nice, so I'm sure I'll be inviting her in again on Friday."

"Are you looking for a relationship? Because it sounds like she is."

"I'd take a relationship with the right person if she let me keep hooking up with my family."

"But you'd give up Joy and Payton?"

"Practically family. And I'm kind of surprised Joy hasn't proposed yet."

My mom laughed but then said, "Don't even joke. Polly's still in high school, and if she gets married before she graduates college, her punishment will not be..." she switched to a whisper, she must have been outside or something, "it will be real punishment and not anal sex."

"If Polly can say no to sex literally every weeknight since she turned eighteen, then she can resist getting married too young."

"True. Maybe I should worry more about you."

"Probably, I'm trouble."

"Speaking of, I've got to run, but FaceTime tonight?"

"Always."

We said our love-yous and hung up. I practically bounced off the walls all afternoon, and squirmed nonstop in my evening class. I remember walking home and thinking to myself that if she had just let me take her to bed, I probably would have felt great but I wouldn't be so excited. But excited I was and excited I stayed. I couldn't help but talk about Jessica to start that evening's FaceTime with my mom, which my mom turned into a fantasy about bringing her into one of our orgies. The next two nights were similar. I had told her about hot girls before and she had made up fantasies, and while bringing the girl to an orgy had come up, typically she would talk about bringing the girl into a three-way with just me and her.

The weather was getting pretty cool by Friday, which made my decision about what to wear to see Jessica that much harder. I eventually settled on a short black skirt with low-cut red blouse, then black nylons - with garters, never pantyhose for me - to make the outfit winter appropriate. My biggest debate was ankle boots, which went with the outfit, or strappy stilettos, which were hot. I went with the latter. My mom's Louboutins would have gone best with the outfit, but I couldn't exactly borrow them. I wore my peacoat for the first time that year, also black, which covered my chest but gave that look that maybe there isn't a skirt under that coat.

But I was so excited that I was ready an hour early. I paced around my room trying convince myself, successfully, not to try on other outfits. I couldn't focus on YouTube or homework or really anything. I thought of masturbating but I didn't want to take off or mess up my clothes, and besides, the energy wasn't really sexual, just excitement.

Finally I got a text and went to open my suite door. Jessica looked amazing. Part of me wondered if she was going to dress boyish, me knowing little about lesbians except what I saw on TV. But she was wearing a cobalt blue dress under a black leather jacket with black ankle boots. The dress stopped around the bottom of her knee, but she was still showing leg - I almost couldn't believe it. What I really couldn't believe, though, was that she wore her auburn hair down, neatly brushed with a crisp center part, falling almost to her waist. I almost exclaimed "You look amazing!" but thought better, not wanting to insult her regular attire. Instead I stammered a bit until I got out "Shall I drive?" to which she insisted on driving because she had made the plan.

Grateful that she hadn't noticed my near-flub, I asked her if she had Friday classes (she didn't, only science majors and freshmen did, apparently), and we got back into innocuous college girl conversation. Our conversation didn't get substantial until after we were settled at the restaurant when she said, "Ok, I'm sorry if this is awkward, but I kind of have to know. I noticed you last year, you were just a regular college girl with regular friends and regular clothes. You told me you came out over the summer, and this year you're dressing to kill, usually alone, and started hitting on me from the first word I said. What gives?"

I gave a nervous laugh and just responded, "It's kind of a lot to unpack."

"I know, I'm sorry, but I want to get to know you, and, well, I don't want to say anything offensive, but it's just so different from how I acted after I came out."

I took a deep breath and said, "Ok, but I don't know how to say without scaring you away."

"Promise I won't be scared."

"I think... I think, I had a wild summer, and something turns me on about being sexualized by women, and I've been trying to recreate that."

"But you said that hasn't worked well?"

"No, I think my entire suite is terrified of me."

"So were you dating someone over the summer?"

"No, well, I don't think so."

"Well I don't mean to get too personal, but you were sleeping with someone?"

I wasn't nervous to answer, but I was uncomfortable. Jessica would have to eventually know my sexual tastes, but if I was going to get any that night, I needed to play things right. But I answered, vaguely but honestly, "A few people."

"I guess," she said and then paused, "I guess it's just fascinating to me because I came out a lot younger. I had just turned fifteen, and then my first girlfriend was a lot older, so everything for me was slow and nervous."

"Yeah, it wasn't slow for me," I said. I was about to pause to let her answer but then continued, "I had a lot of lesbian sex before I even realized that I wasn't straight."

She laughed her water back into its glass. "I'm sorry, I get not knowing whether you're gay or bi, but how do you do that and think you're straight?"

"I guess," I kind of winced to acknowledge how silly it all was, "I had a history of 'practicing' with girls, and so when things escalated I was just like 'Ok, just more adventures.'"

"So your first hookup was with someone you knew?"

I took a deep breath and decided to modify the story. "My best friend came over on my neighbor's eighteenth birthday, she made one thing lead to another. Turns out she's always had a crush on my neighbor and they're a couple now."

"I understand so much more now."

"Will you explain it to me?"

She laughed and said, "I don't understand that much. But so you guys were still hooking up after they became a couple?"

"Yeah, but not just with them. But I guess it was different because I knew everyone that I hooked up with, and now I'm trying to find new people but I don't really know how."

"Honestly, if I didn't get so weak in the knees every time I saw you, I wouldn't have noticed any sign that you were gay. I mean, I checked your fingers so many times."

"Checked my fingers?"

She held up her middle and index fingers together. "High femmes usually keep their nails long and these two fingers trimmed."

I didn't know what a high femme was but I got the implication. My first instinct was to express amusement at the revelation, but then I thought of something better. "I have enough skill that I don't need to cut those nails."

"Oh you think so?" she teased back.

"Maybe you'll get to know so."

"Ok, but if you're exaggerating, I'll file those things myself."

I laughed. "OK, but tell me this. What's a high femme? Like I know butch and femme, but like, there's others?"

"Yeah there's all kinds of vocabulary. I don't know how important it is, but basically a femme is into hair and makeup and stuff, while a high femme is like obsessed and always really stylish. But I think the categories are a little dumb, it's like people try to figure out if I'm a femme or something else, and I'm just like, I started wearing three bras at a time when I was thirteen, I'm just trying to not get harassed."

"Well you look great tonight."

"Thanks. It gives me comfort that you're so much hotter than me, because you'll get harassed first."

"I wish I got harassed more. By girls. I get enough from guys, it's boring."

She laughed. "I didn't think any woman, gay or straight, would use boring as their first word for harassment."

"Well, I love when women say stuff like that to me, so when a guy does, I'm just like 'Ugh, I wish that was a woman.'"

"So do you mind that I'm not a sexual harasser?"

"Of course not. I'm even surprised at how much I've liked getting to know you."

"I'm surprised I'm OK with how forward you are."

I reached out and rapped my long fingernails on her side of the table. Getting to the salon as a chemistry major is tough, so I just had them painted a deep wine color that brightened the white skin of my hands. "I just have to make sure you know these sexy things also feel great."

"Damn me and my fear of going too fast. Otherwise I'd take you to the bathroom right now."

"Wouldn't be the first time I did that with someone in a gorgeous blue dress."

She just shook her head and smiled. A giddy smile, and she squirmed at a loss for words. I was so horny watching her try to resist me. And even hornier knowing she was just as turned on.

The flirting was lighter but more natural through the rest of dinner. She kept me going just enough to have my loins on fire by the end of dinner. I was hyper-conscious of my bare pussy under my short skirt with every move my legs made, but even so my desire for Jessica was emotional as well. I wanted to be with her that night, not just performing as a lesbian slut but truly pleasing her and exploring the touch of her entire body. She locked her arm into mine as we walked back to her car. I held her hand as we walked up to our dorm building and she held the door for me.

Then in the hall, the first thing I saw was the familiar long blonde hair. Payton was standing at my suite door. "Payton, what are you doing here?" I asked. She looked amazing as usual, a leather jacked over a green top with light jeans and black boots to her knee. But I was about to take a date home for the first time.

"Carly, I need to talk."

"I mean, can it wait? I'm in the middle of something."

"Not really. I mean, I'm here, aren't I?"

I dropped Jessica's hand and turned to her. I sighed and said, "She's my best friend and apparently flew here, are you going to be mad?"

"The one who's dating your neighbor?" I was looking at Jessica but was certain I knew what Payton's change in expression would be to hear the obvious modification of our story.

"No, I have two best friends."

"That's Joy," Payton said, trying to help.

Jessica shook her head and said, "I guess so," but didn't move.

"We'll do something tomorrow," I tried to reassure her.

She turned and started to go to her suite. "Yeah, we'll talk. Have a good night."

"You too," I said as I watched her walk away.

I brushed by Payton and opened my suite door. I went in and held my arm behind me so the door wouldn't shut on her. Once I felt her pull the door, I said, "This had better be fucking important because I haven't gotten pussy in two months." I spoke loudly and angrily, unconcerned with whether my neighbors would hear me.

"Have I ever not put out?" she asked calmly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes even though she was behind me and couldn't see. We got into my room and I sat on my desk chair, crossing my legs angrily. Payton closed the door behind her and slowly sat on my bed. I started talking before she was settled. "So you call me like every other day since school starts, then don't call me for a week, and now it's so important we talk that you fly here and interrupt literally my first real date ever with a woman."

"Look, I'm sorry but it couldn't wait."

"Why not? What could you possibly say that couldn't have been a phone call, or waited till morning?"

Payton sighed and said, "Can I just tell you?"

"Sure, fine." I gestured with my hand as if to dismissively say the floor was hers.

"OK, so you know the summer before last how I stayed with my aunt and uncle?"

"Yeah, your internship."

"Well, while I was there, I kind of fell in love with my aunt. And it's like, she seemed to be flirting with me, she seemed to like me too, and finally I confessed my attraction to her and she said she felt the same way. I knew I was bi but it was the first time I really had a mutual attraction with a woman. And so finally we're going to do it, and we're kissing on her bed and I start going down on her. Then after a minute I feel a hand go under my skirt and grab my vagina over my underwear, slide up my crack and then yank my underwear down. I lifted my head and said, 'What the hell?' just as I felt a cock shove into my pussy. And then my aunt was like 'Just keep eating' and tried to push my head back down. I said no and tried to resist and eventually squirmed my way around so my uncle slipped out of me. They stopped but then my aunt basically used my feelings for her to manipulate me into agreeing to be their third and a whole bunch of other stuff I didn't want. Anyway, that doesn't matter. But this is why I've never gone down on you."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"Yeah, I mean, I've never told anyone."

"So is it why you freaked out that first day with Polly?"

"Yeah. Hand under my skirt, over my panties, it felt exactly the same."

"Wow, I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do."

"There's not. But here's why I interrupted your date. I fell in love with you over the summer. I wanted to be with you and I still do. But I was afraid because I thought you'd want a girlfriend who'd go down on you."

"I mean, Payton, if that's why you don't give oral, I understand that."

"But I wasn't ready to say any of that over the summer. I'm still not but I heard about how much you liked this girl, and I needed to take my chance before you ended up with her."

"You didn't need to say all of that. You could have just told me there was trauma, you're not ready for oral and I would have understood. I mean, that's my mom's thing anyway, and we've had a lot of great sex without oral. I understand, and I love you and I would have understood."

"So do you love me enough to be with me?"

I stood and moved next to her on the bed, saying, "Yes. I've always loved you. I've always admired how beautiful you were and I didn't realize how I felt because we've known each other so long I thought it was just friendship. But I love you so much and I want to be with you and don't ever worry about going down on me, just be my girlfriend."

"I want to go down on you," she softly told me. "I want to know every part of you in every way and I'm ready to face that fear and be everything I've always wanted to be for you."

I kissed her. She kissed back and my tongue explored the mouth I had kissed for so many years, but this time with heightened attention to every surface and bump of the woman who was now my love. I started to move her jacket away and she responded by pushing me down onto my bed. We kissed longer with her on top until she sat up and pulled my leg onto the bed. She pulled up my skirt to reveal my garters and my completely bare crotch. "Oh my God, you are so sexy," she whispered.

"You don't have to do this," I assured her.

"Yes I do," she replied. "You are so fucking hot right now, I need to taste you. Be gentle with me."

She firmly but slowly kissed my clit, sending my head back and my shoulders flat into the bed with the long awaited touch of another woman. Her tongue and lips were so good over my engorged bean and into my gushing cave. She didn't have the experience of my mom or sister, but the electricity of the moment, of being with someone fully committed to me, amplified the feeling of every touch. I resisted putting my hand on her head and instead grabbed my bedsheets as my body ached for her to go further, deeper, faster. I groaned and grunted, but in case I triggered her, I tried to hold back. Eventually I couldn't and my hips involuntarily bucked my pussy into her mouth and I started crying her name. "Oh Payton, eat me Payton, fuck, eat me, eat me!" I couldn't control the words. I just needed her name on my lips and her tongue in my womanhood. And finally I came with an "Oh fuck!" and my hips rapidly thrusting into her mouth.

She lifted her head and I groaned, "I need you to sit on my face." I slowly rubbed my sensitive clit as I listened to the zippers of her boots and jeans.

"Fuck," she said as her legs came into sight over me. "I never thought eating someone could be so good." She lowered her labia toward my lips. "I see why you need this now."

She screamed as I began to eat like a hungry bitch devouring its prey. She wouldn't last long, but I savored her perfect taste as long as I could. She was bouncing on my face as I attempted to suck her dry, only succeeding in increasing the flow of salty nectar. How I loved her completely bare snatch. She came with a cry of "Oh fuck" that surely the whole building could hear, even through the fire doors and thick brick walls, and a flood of juices into my waiting mouth.

Payton lifted her leg over me and panted, "Where's that strap-on?"

I tapped the drawer under my bed and she understood. "Get naked," she ordered as she pulled out the strap-on. "You're so sexy in those heels and stockings, but I want just your body our first time as a couple."

I obeyed, starting with my coat, then my top, then shoes, nylons, and finally skirt. I wasn't teasing, I was rushing, desperate to get into position to let this blonde beauty penetrate me. Payton did the same standing next to my bed, although she was already naked from the waist down. I looked up at her, her smooth legs and perky breasts, strap-on in her hand. "Ready for this?" she asked, knowing that I loved the sight of my strap-on being donned by another woman.

I nodded and she slid the vibrator end inside of herself. I groaned "Yes!" and spread my legs to finger myself. She glided to my bed and knelt between my legs, lightly taking my wrist to move my hand then positioning the thick toy at my entrance. "Turn the vibrator on," I whispered. I heard the click then the muffled vibrations drew a moan from Payton with which she sank all the way inside of me. I groaned my acceptance as I felt my walls stretch and then the delightful punch of contact with my cervix. "Fuck, I need your weight on me," I whispered, and Payton obliged, lowering her chest onto mine and letting our breasts mesh.

She started to make slow movements with her hips and whispered to me, "I've never taken you like this. It's so erotic to be on top." She hadn't, only my mom had fucked me missionary. But when my mom was on top, we would be playing dominance games. Payton on top was romantic, the union of lovers.

"I love having you all the way inside me," I whispered back. She started pumping more rhythmically. "Ohh!" I moaned. "You fuck me so good."

"I love this hot, slippery pussy," Payton grunted.

"It's yours now," I moaned. "You own this pussy and you control what's inside me."

Payton moaned at my submission and began pounding me hard. Every hit to my cervix was a jolt of pleasure, every short breath from Payton was an affirmation of love. She wouldn't last long. "You're making me cum, Carly," she cried after only a few hard thrusts.

"Cum for me, baby," I begged as I wrapped my legs around her. "I'm so close, if you cum you'll finish me."

Her scream filled the room and probably the whole university as her orgasm overtook her and she began slamming my pussy harder than ever, my legs around her ass ensuring she wouldn't pull out. And as that long scream from my girlfriend ended, my fast breathing turned to moans, then screams, then shrieks as Payton made sure to fuck me to full completion. And finally the mind-blowing orgasm calmed down, and Payton collapsed, still pressed into my chest, still deep inside of me.

She pushed my leg out of the way to reach down and turn off the vibrator, which was too much stimulation after such a hard fucking. But my leg immediately went back and we fell asleep, softly kissing and whispering sweet nothings. At one point I felt Payton pull out of me and saw her get up to turn off the light. "Are we going to sleep?" I asked, knowing that we had just been asleep.

She pulled off the strap-on and lay next to me. "Only if you're sleepy," she cooed.

"I don't know. Let's snuggle and find out." I rolled into her arms.

After a few minutes of silence, I asked, "Are you awake?"

"Mmhmm."

"So how did you know to come here tonight?"

"Your mom."

"She called you?"

"Yeah, she told me that you really liked this girl and if I wanted more than FWB with you, to get my ass down here. Even paid for my flight and Uber."

"She's such a meddler."

"Are you mad?"

"I'm so glad."

"Can I confess something to you though?"

"Of course."

"In the days I was thinking about whether to come, I kind of fantasized about you with another girl."

"You've seen me with other girls."

"I know, but this was different. Like something turned me on about you going out, getting pussy, then telling me about it while we fucked."

"That is pretty hot." I was getting turned on again and started rolling her nipple between my fingers.

"I feel pretty bad for pussy-blocking your date, but maybe we can make it up to her."

"I'll text her first thing in the morning," I said as I lifted myself over my girlfriend. "But right now, I need some more of you." I sucked her rubbery nipple between my teeth and flicked my tongue, re-starting what would be an all-night lovemaking.​