Harry spent most of the next month sleeping at Wendy’s house. They fucked every night and often in the mornings as well, with Wendy’s roommates getting used to hearing her cries of delight and the sounds of their activities.

On one or two occasions, when Wendy wasn’t around, Harry fucked Jean, the roommate he’d had before, although he didn’t enjoy it as much as he did with Wendy. It was more of a power and control thing with him.

Inevitably, however, he began to look for new and exciting challenges. And so it was that he found himself at a party one Saturday night, talking with Sarah, a girl he’d spotted on her own, looking both sad and angry.

“Hello there,” he said, walking up to her, “can I get you a drink?”

“I’m not interested,’ she replied, curtly.

“Not interested in a drink or not interested in talking with me?”

“Both.”

“That’s not very party-like behaviour.”

“I don’t care.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but I want to be left alone. My boyfriend’s drunk and chatting up someone else and I can’t get home without him.”

“I can give you a lift home, if you want.”

“That’s very kind of you, but no.”

“Why not?”

“Because you guys are all alike. All you want is to get into a girl’s pants, and I don’t want that hassle.”

“Look, I won’t try anything you don’t want, but if you’re against that, at least let me go and fetch you a drink. What can I get you?”

Sarah looked at him. He looked nice enough; in fact, he looked more than nice with his black hair, green eyes and an open, pleasant face. He was well-dressed and seemed to be a decent fellow.

“Alright then. I’ll have red wine, thanks.”

“One red wine coming up,” Harry said, and left to fetch it, returning after a few minutes.

It wasn’t long before they were happily chatting. Harry was easy to talk to, a good listener and seemingly empathetic. Sarah poured out her anger over her boyfriend, Mike Turner. They’d been living together for a few years and were an established couple.

More recently, however, Mike had been drinking to excess and flirting with their friends. They’d had several arguments about it and Sarah was beginning to despair that he would ever change.

Harry was sympathetic, expressing indignation at how a boyfriend could treat such a nice person in that way. He told her that it was completely unacceptable and that her boyfriend did not deserve her. He knew Mike from uni and didn’t have much time for him. He was a small fellow with a big ego who didn’t really think about anyone but himself.

Upon hearing his obvious understanding and support, Sarah opened up and told him much more about their relationship and how she was feeling.

Harry put a hand on her arm as she talked, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him and suddenly started crying.

“Oh, Sarah, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He asked.

Sarah didn’t reply, instead just carried on sobbing.

Harry pulled her towards him and put her head on his shoulder, his hand stroking her hair.

“It’ll be alright, Sarah. You’ll see.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. This man really understood her and what she was going through. She felt warm and safe as she put her head back on his shoulder and her arms around his waist.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head again and gave him a gentle kiss before putting her head back again. He didn’t respond, instead just holding her.

After some time, she lifted her head and kissed him again, but it was a different kind of kiss. Her eyes were open and her mouth slightly open as her lips pressed hard against his.

This time he did respond. He kissed her back passionately, his tongue running over her full lips, tasting her, then pushing between them. She opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue to lick behind her teeth then dance with hers.

They kissed for several minutes, as his hands rubbed up and down her body before clutching at her buttocks and pulling her towards him so that his erection pushed against her stomach.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, suddenly breaking their kiss.

“Why not? It’s hardly as though we’re doing anything bad.”

“Because I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“You mean that man who’s flirting with every girl he meets. That drunk who treats you with contempt?”

Sarah looked at him then, without a word, started kissing him again, but this time she pressed her body against his, enjoying feeling his arousal.

Harry’s hands left her buttocks and moved all over her body, searching for her sensitive areas. His right hand moved up between them to touch her breast, squeezing it through the material of her shirt. It felt big and firm. Her nipple stood out, tenting the material.

They carried on kissing, oblivious to the party around them, their tongues exploring each other, until Harry broke their kiss to run his lips up and down her neck, his tongue licking her flesh, then sucking it gently. Sarah shivered and tilted her head back, making it easier for him to get to it.

Harry ran his tongue up the side of her neck until it reached her earlobe, then licked inside her ear. Sarah shivered again as she felt her nerves tingle. Her hand automatically reached down to touch the bulge in the front of his jeans, her fingers feeling its shape.

Harry moved his hand off her breast and unfastened a button on her blouse, then slipped his hand inside to feel her breast. To his delight, he discovered bare flesh. She was not wearing a bra. He found her nipple and gently pulled it, then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aaaah.” Sarah sighed softly.

“Let’s see if we can find somewhere a little less crowded,” Harry whispered in her ear as he toyed with her nipple.

He pulled his hand out of her blouse and took one of hers in it, then led her out to the entrance hall of the house and up the stairs. They tried a few rooms and eventually found a bedroom that was empty. They went inside and Harry locked the door before leading her to the bed and sitting down with her.

“Harry, you’re a very nice guy and I think you’re very sexy, but I can’t sleep with you.”

Harry had no intention of sleeping with her. He was going to fuck her.

“That’s not a problem, Sarah, we’re just kissing and fooling around a bit.”

“That’s fine. I just wanted to clear that up,” she said, relaxing slightly.

Harry didn’t say any more, instead he leaned down and put his arm under her knees and lifted her legs onto the bed, placing her on her back, then lay down next to her on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“There, that’s more comfortable,” he said, leaning down and kissing her briefly before pulling back again and looking at her as his hand once more slid inside her blouse and fondled her breasts.

“Your breasts are lovely. They are so full and firm.”

Sarah felt a warm glow at his words.

Jerry undid another two buttons on her blouse and pushed it open, revealing her nipples. He leaned down and licked around her left areola, then fastened his lips over her nipple and sucked, licking it at the same time.

Sarah felt a twinge in her groin and a funny feeling in her stomach as her nipple enlarged and lengthened. She pulled her butt down involuntarily as her pelvic muscle contracted.

Harry sucked at her nipple a little longer, then let go and did the same with her right breast. This time Sarah gasped. She put a hand on his head as he sucked, holding it against her.

Harry continued sucking, flicking his tongue back and forth over her nipple which was now hard and rubbery. As he did so, he moved his hand down to loosen his belt and undo the waistband of his jeans.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head from her breasts and smiled at her.

“You have amazing breasts. I could spend the whole night kissing them.”

She gazed at him, a big smile on her face.

“You’re a dangerous man.”

“Nonsense,” he replied, then leaned down and kissed her, his tongue once more exploring her mouth. She kissed him back passionately, sucking in his tongue as she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and fondling until, with a frisson of excitement, she felt his fingers moving down over her stomach towards the waistband of her slacks.

Harry rubbed her stomach in circles, slowly increasing in size until his fingers were almost touching her panty line, but then slowly moved back up again towards her breasts.

Sarah could feel the sexual tension in her body. It was enjoyable but also frustrating. He had stopped kissing her and was nibbling at her neck, sucking at the tender flesh. She turned slightly and reached up to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. He sat up and pulled it off.

She gazed at his torso, taking in his muscular chest and flat stomach. She saw that his jeans were undone, but thought nothing of it. He had a thick mat of black hair over his chest and a line of black hairs running down to his navel. She traced her fingers over its path down to his pants where it disappeared beneath them.

“Take them off,” she said, her heart thumping.

“You do it,” he replied.

She leaned forward and pulled them down, licking her lips as she did so, then gasped as she saw his thick cock spring up as it was released from the confines of his jockeys.

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in amazement, “is that real?”

She curled her fingers around it, feeling its warmth and the pulse of his heartbeat.

Harry smiled at her reaction. He was used to the initial shock that most girls experienced upon seeing his cock, and he liked it. It made him feel superior to other males.

Sarah moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, her thumb and forefinger making a ring around its circumference, but not quite meeting. That ring slipped back and forth over his corona, tickling it and sending little shocks through the nerves.

She gazed at his cock as she stroked him, mesmerised by its size. She saw a drop of precum ooze out of his pee-slit and used her fingers to spread it around, but more emerged and soon it was dribbling out in a constant flow and running down his frenulum to wet her fingers.

Harry lay back as she masturbated him, enjoying the feelings. His hand moved down again across her stomach then onto her slacks and between her legs, his fingers rubbing her inner thighs then moving higher towards her groin. Her pussy grew moist and she opened her legs slightly.

His hand crept higher and his fingers rubbed her slacks directly under her crotch. He could feel the shape of her vulva through the material.

Sarah moved her hips involuntarily as her body reacted to his touch. Blood pumped into her inner labia, enlarging them and making them unfurl to expose her vagina, preparing it for mating. Harry felt her slacks get damp under his fingers, and pushed harder.

Sarah closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh. She stopped stroking him and concentrated on the feelings between her legs. Her panties were wet and her clitoris started throbbing as she felt his hand slide up over her abdomen and unzip her slacks.

She let go of his cock and undid her belt then pulled her slacks and panties down, revealing a thick, black bush, hairs curling around her slit, and hairs across her groin and the top of her legs.

Harry loved it. He liked women to be natural, not to trim their bushes. It looked sexy and inviting, a covering of the secrets that lay beneath. On top of that, Sarah had a particularly large clitoris. Its shaft stuck out of the mass of hair, its pink colour in contrast to the black hair. Its nub had emerged from the folds of skin.

Harry threaded his fingers through her bush and pulled his hand up, feeling the curls slip through his fingers, then rubbed the top of her clitoral shaft.

“Oh, yes,” Sarah muttered as her hips bucked.

Harry shuffled down the bed and knelt between her legs, his jeans still wrapped around his knees. He leaned down and ran his tongue in little circles around her clitoris.

“Oh, God,” Sarah cried out, “oh, we shouldn’t be doing this.” But she held his head, pulling it into her groin.

Harry flicked his tongue over her nub, then swirled it around.

“Ayeee,” she cried as her hips pumped back and forth.

He closed his lips around her clitoris and sucked gently, drawing her nub further out and licking it. At the same time, he wiggled his jeans and jockeys further down his legs until he could pull one leg out.

Sarah was now writhing around on the bed, flinging her head from side to side. Her clitoris was on fire, a mass of nerves stimulated beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

She felt her orgasm growing, her body becoming tense, her breathing laboured, when suddenly his mouth was no longer there and instead of it, she felt the hard head of his penis pushing through her labia and pressing against her vaginal entrance.

She pushed back hard against it, at the same time trying to relax so that it could enter her. All thoughts of fidelity to her boyfriend had long since vanished. All she wanted was to feel that cock inside her.

Harry felt her entrance muscle yield slightly and smiled triumphantly. She would soon be his, another name in his book, available when he wanted her, her boyfriend consigned to second place. He gave a hard thrust and felt his cockhead burst through her entrance and spread open her vaginal walls.

Sarah felt his head enter her vagina, its shaft dragging down her clitoris to touch the top, and its corona scraping against her g-spot.

“Aaaaargh,” she cried, her orgasm exploding into bursts of coloured light flashing in her eyes. Her vagina clutched at his shaft, pulsing rhythmically with her orgasmic spasms.

Harry kept still as she shuddered underneath him, waiting until she stopped shaking, then started thrusting into her, in and out with slow, deliberate movements.

Sarah was in heaven. She’d just orgasmed and here she was, seemingly embarking on a continuous orgasm. She bumped back at him, her body moving in all directions. She babbled incoherently, the sensations flowing from her clitoris overwhelming her.

His cock felt incredible inside her, big and hot and knobbly. It touched parts that she didn’t know existed. It poked into her stomach. She was sure she could feel it in her chest. It was everywhere.

Harry was on his hands, towering above her. He speeded up his thrusting, watching her huge tits flailing around as her body bounced underneath his relentless fucking.

He felt a slow burn starting inside his cockhead, then flow through his groin and spread across his body. He felt a tingling start in the nerves of his feet and then spread up his legs until it reached his balls when his muscles tensed. The world went blank as he immersed himself in sensation. Semen accumulated in his prostate before surging up his shaft and spraying out into the vagina of the orgasming girl beneath him, coating everything with thick, white cum.

Sarah didn’t feel him cum, she was too deep in the throes of her own orgasm, but her body did. It clutched at his cock, timing its own rhythms to coincide with his ejaculations. Her cervix dipped down into the pool of semen filling her vagina each time her muscles contracted so that the spermatozoa could wriggle up into her uterus. Everything working as nature intended.

Harry was also deep in his own orgasm, his cock jerking and spraying fertile semen into her vagina. His body was tense, all the nerves tingling. He thrust deeply with each ejaculation, his testicles banging into her, until eventually his store of semen was exhausted and he stopped ejaculating.

He lowered himself to rest on her body, his chest against her breasts, and kissed her gently, stroking her hair.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“God, that was good,” she breathed, “you are quite a lover.”

“It takes two,” he said.

“Did you cum? I was on another planet and didn’t know what was happening other than how good it felt.”

“Did I cum? You will be leaking cum for days,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, shit, my boyfriend will know.”

“No, he won’t. Just tell him you’re horny and this is you getting wet.”

She laughed and kissed him.

“You’re naughty.”

“Well, you could even have him lick you. He’d be swallowing my cum without knowing.”

Sarah laughed again, giving his buttocks a squeeze.

“Will I see you again?” She asked.

“Will you ever,” he replied, “I going to want to fuck that pussy quite often.”

“But what about my boyfriend?”

“What about him? Do you care? He’s a drunk and an idiot.”

“And you?”

“Me? I think I treat people fairly. I enjoy sex, but I’m not ready to have a permanent relationship.”

Sarah didn’t say anything. She was disappointed, but then she was already in a relationship, so perhaps this could just be something on the side. She certainly wanted him again. She’d never experienced such euphoria.

“OK. I suppose we should go downstairs again.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Whyever not?”

“Because you and I are going to fuck all night long.”

Sarah looked at him, eyes wide, then broke into a huge grin and settled back on the bed.

That night she had more sex in 6 hours than she’d had in a week. He fucked her doggy-style, his cock plunging into her cunt with such force that she fell forward. He fucked her standing up, holding her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked her on her back, him kneeling with her legs over his thighs. He fucked her wheelbarrow-style. She fucked him on top, like a cowgirl riding her steed, shouting as she came, then in reverse, facing his feet. She sucked his cock until he came. She sucked his hairy balls. She licked behind his balls and tongued his butt. He fucked her tits, his balls dragging over her body, before spraying semen over her face and in her hair.

By 6.00 am they were exhausted. The room stank of sex, the bedclothes were soiled and there were stains on the carpet where they’d fucked standing up.

A number of people had tried the door and left, muttering, when they couldn’t. They’d also heard laughter outside together with some quite lewd remarks. But they didn’t care. They’d had an immensely satisfying time. Sarah’s cunt was sore but satisfied, still gaping open and surrounded by blobs of semen. Her pubic hair was sodden and bedraggled and covered with sticky, white semen. Harry’s cock was limp, his corona felt sore, and his shaft was red just below his cockhead, but he felt satisfied.

They both had reminders of the time spent together, having taken pictures of each other at various times with their phones. Sarah was looking forward to showing his enormous cock to her girlfriends. Harry would his pictures of her to his album of girls he had fucked.

They retrieved their clothes, pulled them onto their sticky bodies, and then went to the door. Harry unlocked it and looked outside. There was no one there.

“The coast is clear,” he said, “you go down and I’ll follow in a few minutes.”

Sarah left the room and disappeared down the passage. Harry waited for 5 minutes, then also left. He walked into the living room downstairs to find the party still going, but not many people left and fewer awake. He could not see Sarah and assumed she had left, but he did spot Mike, who was slumped against the wall, snoring. He went outside and called an Uber to take him back to his room.

************

Harry woke up around midday. It was Sunday and he hadn’t set his alarm. He’d had a shower when he got home from the party in the morning, then flopped on the bed and fallen asleep. He got up and had another shower, then put on some clothes and made himself some instant coffee.

He wondered how Sarah had got home after the party. Probably taken an Uber as he had done.

He found his phone and went through the pictures he’d taken, enjoying the memory of her magnificent tits, then scrolled through the pictures of her ravaged cunt, gaping open with semen running out of it. He wondered what Mike would say if he saw them.

He put the phone down, then picked it up again and messaged her.

‘Hi. How are you feeling today?’

She answered almost immediately.

‘Sore.’

‘Still leaking?’

‘Yes, you were right.’

‘What about Mike?’

‘Sleeping.’

‘I had a great time. You’re good.’

‘Me too. When can we do it again?’

‘I can come round tomorrow.’

‘Mike will be here.’

‘So what? He can watch.’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘LMK some other time.’

‘Will do. X’

Harry put down the phone. He didn’t like the fact that Sarah was considering Mike. He needed to deal with that. He picked up the phone again and called Amy. She and Pete might be able to help.

“Hello Amy, it’s Harry here.”

“Oh, hi, Harry.”

“Are you and Pete on your own? Can I come over for a chat?”

“Sure you can. We’re not doing anything.”

“Great. See you soon.”

Harry picked up his wallet and keys and left. Amy and Pete were uni friends. He’d had a brief affair with Amy and paraded it in front of Pete, but that was over now and Pete had accepted it.

Amy let him into the shared house where she and Pete lived with three other students.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, kissing her on the mouth and feeling her left tit.

“Stop being such a pain, Harry,” she responded, pushing his hand away, although secretly she liked his attention.

He stepped past her and shook Pete’s hand then pulled him in for a man-hug, clapping him on the back.

“Good to see you, man.”

“You too.”

They went through to the shared living room and sat down.

“Did you guys go to the party last night?” Harry asked.

‘Yeah,” Pete replied, “I saw you there, too, but you seemed to leave early.”

“Did you see Mike?”

“Mike Turner? Yeah, I saw him. He got really drunk.”

“What about Sarah? Did you see her?”

“She got really pissed at him. He was snogging Sandy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Real tonsil tickling. She had her hand down his jeans.”

“Fuck me, no wonder Sarah was pissed.”

“Right. And after she left, the two of them went upstairs to look for a room. He told me that he was going to fuck her rigid.”

“The little shit. He couldn’t fuck anyone rigid with that tiny cock.”

Pete laughed.

“Anyway, why did you fuck off so early.”

“I didn’t. I was upstairs.”

“I knew it!” Any shouted, speaking up for the first time. “I told you it was Harry in there. It had to be him.”

“Is she right? Who were you banging?” Pete cried.

“A gentleman does not tell,” Harry replied.

They both laughed.

“You’re no gentleman,” Amy said, “you’re a nice guy and I like you, but you have the morals of an alley-cat.”

“It was Sarah, wasn’t it?” Pete said, “that’s why you asked about her.”

“Jeez, Harry, is he right? Was it Sarah?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Ah. You didn’t deny it. Mike will be furious if he finds out, especially as he was complaining about some cunt who was hogging the bedroom. This is so funny.”

“Can we change the subject, please?” Harry asked.

They both laughed but, to Harry’s relief, did not ask any more. What they’d done, however, was give him an excuse to ignore Mike and pursue his girlfriend. He would do that.

Pete got up and went out of the room, returning with some beers, and they spent the next few hours talking about everything and nothing. Amy made sandwiches for them which they ate in the kitchen, after which Harry left and went back to his room.

***********

The next day was the start of the week. Harry got up as usual and, after his morning ritual, left for uni. At the end of the day, he decided to go to the pub just outside uni. It was the one that he usually went to at the end of the day and was full of students. Entering it, he spotted Sarah standing with a group of her friends and went over to join them.

“Hi there, Sarah,” he said, giving her a brief kiss on the lips.

“Oh, hello Harry.”

“How’s life treating you?”

“Well, thanks, and you?”

“Just great.”

“Have you met my friends?”

She introduced Harry to the three girls standing there. Harry shook their hands as his eyes quickly scanned their bodies, mentally undressing them. He always looked for new challenges and these girls looked like good prospects. One of them, Stacy, eyed him up and down, then looked at Sarah knowingly.

“Can I get another round?” Harry asked.

“Yes, please,” they all replied, almost all at once.

“Right. Sarah, please come and help me carry.”

They went to the bar and ordered. As they waited, Harry turned to her.

“So, shall I come round tonight?”

“Oh, Harry, I’m not sure.”

“I tell you what. I’ll come round and we can see how the evening goes. I won’t pressure you and I won’t embarrass you.”

“OK, as long as you behave.”

“Of course, I will.”

But Harry had no intention of behaving. He was sure that Sarah would not say no to him, regardless of her boyfriend. He was going to fuck her. Mike would probably be drunk and asleep but, if he wasn’t, he could watch or leave the room.

The drinks arrived and Harry paid, then the two of them carried them back to the others, who were whispering and giggling.

“What are you girls giggling about?” Harry asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Stacy replied, “just girlie talk.”

They stood around and chatted as they drank. When Harry finished his beer, he said that he was going, kissed them on the cheek, one by one, as he said goodbye and left. As soon as he was gone, they clustered around Sarah.

“Is he the one? Was it him?” Stacy asked.

“He’s gorgeous,” Jo said, “I wouldn’t say no to him either. You can pass him on when you’re finished with him.”

“He’d break you,” Stacy said to Jo, “you’re too small for him, if we believe Sarah.”

Jo was indeed petite, not even 5 feet tall and only 80 pounds with a slim body and narrow hips, but a relatively full bust. With her long, ash-blonde hair and clear blue eyes, there was a constant stream of men trying to get into her pants, most of them wanting to see their cocks ravage her tiny body.

“Rubbish,” Jo responded, “I haven’t had a problem yet and I’ve had some big boys. But that’s irrelevant because Sarah isn’t finished with him.”

“Oh, stop it,” Sarah said, “I can’t sleep with him again. I can’t do that to Mike.”

“But you have already and it was great,” said Stacy, “why wouldn’t you want to do it again?”

Sarah didn’t reply. She did want him again. She wanted him to fuck her brains out, to transport her to the places he’d already taken her, to fill her pussy with cum. In her heart, she knew she would.

The third girl, Caroline, hadn’t spoken. She was the youngest of the group and still a virgin, although she pretended she wasn’t. The basic nature of the conversation was making her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t show it.

The others continued in a similar vein until Sarah decided she would go back to her room, the one she shared with Mike in the shared house. She kissed the others goodbye and left. When she got home, she put her things in her room and was about to make some coffee when the bell rang. She answered the door and saw Harry standing there, a big smile on his face.

“Come on in,” she said, her heart fluttering, “I was just making coffee.”

“Oh, great,” he replied, stepping inside and following her to the kitchen.

She made two mugs of coffee and took them through to the living room and sat down on the couch. Harry followed and sat next to her.

“Harry, I’m really not sure this is a good idea. You know I’m with Mike and…”

He didn’t let her finish, instead leaning in and kissing her, his lips nibbling and sucking hers. All of her resistance instantly disappeared. She kissed him back, passionately, her tongue in his mouth.

He pushed her back on the couch, his hand on her T-shirt, squeezing her breast and rubbing her nipple. He felt it harden and grow, pushing out the material of the T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

He tugged at the waist of her T-shirt, pulling it out of her jeans and putting his hand underneath to feel her breast without the barrier of material. His fingers traced around her areola, feeling its bumps and irregularities, then gripped her nipple and massaged it.

Sarah sighed into his mouth. She felt her panties getting damp. They were already sticky from the cum that had oozed out of her most of the day, but this was different.

She reached for his jeans, her hand on the bulge between his legs, her mind remembering his gigantic cock and swinging balls.

“We better move,” she said, breaking their kiss, “the others will be home soon. Let’s go to my room.”

They picked up their mugs and left for the bedroom. Once there, she sat on the bed with Harry standing in front of her. He leaned down and gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up. She lifted her arms and he pulled it over her head, throwing it on the floor. He stood looking at her, then cupped her tits in his hands and lifted them slightly, feeling their weight.

“Fantastic,” he murmured, then gently let them down and pulled off his own T-shirt.

Sarah watched him take it off to reveal his upper body. ‘God, he’s so fucking sexy,’ she thought. She reached forward and felt his nipples. They were small and hard with small areolae. She rubbed them, then moved her hands down over his stomach, feeling the hairy covering and his abdominal muscles underneath.

He returned to her tits, squeezing and palpitating them as he rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden and lengthen. He saw her areola darken in colour and start to pucker, the edges crinkling.

Sarah felt her pussy moisten and start to itch as he fondled her breasts. She reached for his belt and loosened it, then undid his jeans and pulled them down followed by his pants. His cock sprang out, pointing upwards and dribbling precum.

She watched in fascination as his precum hung down from his slit in silver threads, shimmering in the light. She leaned forward with her tongue out and parted one of the threads, licking up it until her tongue was on his slit. She stuck the tip inside slightly, then backed off and licked up and down his frenulum before opening her mouth and taking his glans and the top of his shaft inside, resting on her tongue.

She wiggled her tongue as she sucked him further in, feeling him jerk and grow, the top of his glans scraping against her palate.

He put his hand at the back of her head and started fucking her mouth as though it were a cunt. She sucked furiously, pulling her cheeks in to rub against the side of his glans, saliva pouring out around his shaft and dribbling down his balls. She felt strangely aroused.

James looked down at her sucking his cock. He found the sight extremely sexy and was really enjoying it when he heard the door rattle as someone tried to open it. Sarah took her mouth off his cock.

“Who’s there!”

“It’s Mike.”

“Fuck off, Mike, I don’t want to see you. Go and see Sandy.”

Mike kept hammering at the door.

“Just let me in,” he shouted, “I can explain.”

“I think we better get dressed,” Sarah said softly to Harry.

They both put on their clothes, after which Sarah unlocked and opened the door. Mike stepped inside, then saw Harry.

“Harry! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Talking with Sarah. She’s upset with your behaviour.”

Mike didn’t believe him. He knew what Harry was like.

“Bullshit. You’re here to fuck her, you slimy bastard. You’ll fuck anyone you can, regardless of whether they are with someone else or not.”

“Fuck you, Mike,” Sarah exploded, “you’re the slimy bastard. You were all over Sandy at the party, making me look like a fool, and then you took her upstairs to fuck her. It’s not the first time you’ve fooled around and I’ve had enough, we’re finished.”

“Aw, come on babe. It’s not like that. You know you’re the only one for me. These others mean nothing.”

“Well, they mean something to me. Do you know what it’s like to watch your supposed boyfriend fooling around with another girl, kissing her and playing with her tits?”

“I was just drunk, babe.”

“Well, I wasn’t. Now fuck off. Go and fuck Sandy.”

“I’m not going and leaving you alone with this shit.”

“Fine, then stay. I don’t care.”

Sarah turned to Harry.

“Ignore the little boy,” she said, “let’s carry on from where we were.”

Harry smiled as she pulled off her T-shirt and stepped over to him, thrusting her tits forward. He didn’t particularly want to get involved in a relationship fight, but he certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for a good fuck just because the boyfriend didn’t like it.

Mike watched as Harry moved behind Sarah and grasped her tits in his big hands, lifting them slightly as his fingers rubbed her nipples.

“You cunt,” he snarled, then turned around and left the room.

Sarah sighed with relief now that he’d gone. She held her hands over Harry’s as he fondled her, then gently pulled his hands away so that she could turn to face him.

“I want you, Harry,” she said, “now.”

Harry did not reply. Instead, he brushed his lips up and down the side of her neck, the tip of his tongue slightly out and licking her, before sucking in the flesh and giving her a love bite, marking her body as his.

He led her back to the bed.

“Take off your jeans and get onto the bed and on your knees,” he said, loosening his belt and removing his own jeans before taking off his shirt.

Sarah didn’t move at first, instead watching as his body emerged from his clothing. She drew in her breath at the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular chest above a six-pack abdomen. His erect cock stuck out beneath a large patch of pubic hair like a spear waiting to pierce her body above probably the most beautiful balls she’d ever seen.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she said and got onto the bed and on her knees, her face on the sheet, her butt high in the air, her slit glistening.

Harry got on his knees behind her. He shuffled up between her legs, nudging them apart with his knees until the height of her vagina matched the height of his cock. He grasped his shaft and stroked it a few times, increasing the amount of precum that was oozing out of the tip, then moved his hips forward and rubbed the huge cockhead up and down her slit, opening up her labia.

Sarah wiggled her hips, pushing back towards him. She wanted that thing inside her. Juices were flowing from her cunt, readying it for the invasion of its counterpart, the weapon that was designed to mate with it.

Harry toyed with her for a while then suddenly thrust hard, his cockhead ramming through her vaginal sphincter and forcing open the walls of her canal as it burrowed towards its goal.

“Ooooo,” Sarah said as she felt his cockhead pop through her entrance, then “Oh, fuck,” as it slowly slid deeper inside her warm, moist canal until it bumped against her cervix. She angled her hips further up and felt it slide over the entrance to her womb until it bumped into the end of her vagina and could not go any further.

Harry stopped moving once he felt the back of her vagina. He leaned forward to lie over her back, his butt sticking up, and felt for her tits, gently pinching her nipples and pulling them around. Sarah felt ripples of pleasure surge through her.

“Are you ready?” he asked, “because I’m going to fuck the life out of you now.”

She tightened her pelvic muscle, squeezing his shaft in response and with that Harry drew back almost all of the way out of her cunt, then plunged back in again and started thrusting hard and fast.

He let go of her tits and held her hips, thrusting his cock as hard as he could and banging into the end of her vaginal canal, before pulling back out until his cock was only held in place by the very tip, then plunging back in again.

Slowly her vagina expanded and adapted to his size until his shaft was completely within her moist tunnel. His pubis now banged against her butt with each instroke. His balls swung crazily beneath his crotch, curling up and banging into her clit before swinging back down again.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Each stroke forced a cry out of Sarah, her large tits flailing beneath her as her hands clung to the sheet for support and her body bounced around helplessly.

Harry fucked her relentlessly and mercilessly, the broad base of his shaft his stretching her opening to its limit and dragging her labia in and out with it. The bottom of his glans and the two mounds surrounding his slit rubbed back and forth over her cervix, as did his frenulum, making his cock itch maddeningly. His arousal level was rising rapidly.

Sarah’s cries of ‘uh’ had now merged into one long cry of ‘aaaaaargh’ as his cock crashed in and out of her. She could feel her insides moving around as his cock ravished her cunt. Her heart was pounding and her breathing ragged.

Harry was now moving her around on his cock like a rag doll. He threw her back and forth and side to side. He gave her butt several resounding smacks and shouted out that she was his bitch, his cumslut, his cumdump. Her cunt belonged to him.

And then Sarah’s body suddenly went rigid. Her mind went blank and a wave of unbelievable pleasure swept through every nerve in her body, releasing hormones to flood through her bloodstream and envelop her in a blanket of euphoria.

Harry felt her orgasm start just as he was about to cum himself. With a cry of victory, he gave a tremendous push and sprayed a huge jet of cum deep inside her cunt. It shot straight at the end of her vagina, bounced back and flooded around his cockhead, coating everything in thick, white, slimy semen. He pulled back as his muscles relaxed then thrust forward again, keeping still as his muscles tensed and forced another huge wad of semen up his urethra to spray into her vagina like a fire hose. He ejaculated another four times, the force slowly subsiding until eventually, his muscles tensed no more.

Sarah was slumped underneath his sweating body. The force of his thrusts had pushed her forward and down until they were both nearly horizontal, he lying on top of her back. They lay like that for several minutes, both of them panting, then Harry pulled his cock out and rolled off her to lie on his back, his cum-covered cock resting on his stomach.

Sarah turned on her side to face him. As she did so, the movement forced a huge blob of thick cum out of her vagina. It slid down into the crease between her thigh and groin, then slowly over her thigh and onto the bed.

She put a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing, as she gazed at his profile. She’d had a stunning orgasm and the hormones it had released made her feel safe and protected with this man. After a few minutes, she moved her hand down to cover his cock. It was still quite hard and felt sticky.

“You have a marvellous cock.”

Harry felt her hand and, turning towards her, lifted himself on one elbow.

“Thank you,” he replied, “it seems to fit your cunt rather well.”

“Would you like to stay the night?”

Harry thought about that before answering. The idea was appealing. For him, sex was seldom a single climax. Twice was the minimum, and it would mean that there would be a warm, wet, willing cunt available and ready for his cock in the morning.

“I would love to, Sarah, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you. I’m not boyfriend material. I’m just not ready for the responsibilities of a proper relationship.”

“I understand, Harry, but that’s OK. I don’t expect anything. I’d just like you to stay.”

Sarah was, of course, not being entirely truthful. She thought she might be able to change him, to show him that she was worth it.

“Well, as long as you understand and we treat this as fun, something to be enjoyed when we want, I’d be delighted to stay.”

“Oh, Harry, thank you,” Sarah replied effusively. She leaned over and kissed him, then snuggled into his shoulder. Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A few hours later, he woke up, needing to go for a pee. He got out of bed and put on his jockeys, then unlocked and opened the door to look for the bathroom. He went into the living room and saw Mike sitting in one of the chairs.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here, Harry, my things are here.”

“Yes, but you’re fucking Sandy. Why don’t you go there?”

“Because I want to be with Sarah.”

“Mike, you’re a stupid cunt. You chase after other women when you’ve already got someone special.”

“Yes, but...”

“There’s no but, Mike. You got lazy and took her for granted. You thought she’d always be there and that you could fuck around. It doesn’t work like that.”

“What about you? You fuck anything with a pulse. Why does it work for you?”

“Because I’m honest. I never pretend that I’m monogamous. But that goes both ways. They are free to do what they want.”

“And Sarah?”

“Mike, the only reason I hooked up with her is because you got drunk and fooled around with Sandy at the party. You humiliated her. I saw her looking sad and went to cheer her up. One thing led to another, and we had a good time, which we wanted to repeat.”

“What do you mean, repeat? When did you fuck her before?”

“That night. We were in the bedroom you tried to get into.”

“You bastard. You were fucking my girlfriend …”

“While you were ignoring her and waiting to fuck Sandy,” Harry interrupted. “Stop being such a hypocrite.”

Harry left for the bathroom, leaving Mike with his head in his hands, defeated and despairing. He returned after a few minutes to find Mike in the same position. Ignoring him, he went back into Sarah’s room but left the door slightly open before climbing back into bed.

“Are you OK?” Sarah asked.

“Yes. I just went to the bathroom.”

“I thought I heard voices.”

“It was Mike. He’s in the living room.”

“What’s he doing there?”

“Crying.”

“Serves him right. Maybe he’ll learn how to treat a girlfriend.”

Harry kissed her, then felt between her legs, his hand cupping her crotch, the heel of his palm pressing against her clitoris.

“Why don’t you show me how you treat a horny fellow?”

Sarah pushed him onto his back and then straddled him, pushing his cock down onto his stomach with her pubis as she leaned over him, supporting herself on her hands.

“Like this?” She asked, angling her hips so that her moist pussy pressed into his shaft, the bulging underside separating her labia until the moist interior wet it. She started moving her hips back and forth so that her pussy slid along its length, the remnants of semen from their previous fuck lubricating the friction.

Harry gasped as her pussy lips slid back and forth over the bottom of his cockhead, sending the nerves into overdrive.

“Fuck me, that feels fantastic,” he groaned, his cock twitching.

Sarah smiled.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to carry on?”

Harry did not reply, instead moving his hips as she slid along his cock. Sarah continued for another few minutes then lifted her hips and, grasping his shaft, positioned his cockhead at her entrance and sank down onto him.

“That’s enough for you, big boy. It’s my turn.”

She leaned right down, her tits on his chest, and started pumping her hips up and down, her cunt gripping his cock as it slid up and down his thick shaft.

Harry put his hands on her butt, pulling her down hard and at the same time thrusting upwards so that his cock rammed all the way home into her hot hole with every downward thrust of her hips.

“Oh, God, Harry, you’re so fucking thick,” she cried as she pumped her hips up and down with increasing speed on his cock, “God, it feels so good.”

The two of them fucked furiously, their bodies thrashing wildly as they lost themselves in sexual frenzy, grunting and moaning as they approached their peaks of pleasure.

Mike heard their cries and, succumbing to curiosity, went to the bedroom door which Harry had deliberately left open, suspecting that he would want to watch. He pushed it slightly so that he could peer inside and saw the two of them fucking, his girlfriend on top pumping her hips up and down. Then, as he looked closer, he saw the size of the cock that her cunt was stroking and gasped. He’d never seen a cock as big as that. And the guy’s balls. They were twice the size of his, and were resting on the bed.

Mike gaped at them. He couldn’t help himself; it was just too pornographic to resist and he could feel his own cock harden. But he also realised that he would never be able to compete with Harry. The guy had the confidence and ease that went with his sexual capability. Mike knew how girls talked amongst themselves and that they swapped information on their boyfriends. They would want to experience that cock at least once and, if it made them feel good, would want more.

As he watched them, Sarah let out a shriek and stopped moving. Harry’s testicles shifted visibly in their sac, moving up towards the base of his cock and his hips jerked rhythmically. He realised that they were climaxing.

After a short while he saw Sarah kissing the man underneath her, then lift her cunt off his cock. A flood of thick semen slowly slid out of her gaping hole and hung down beneath her before detaching itself and falling onto the cock beneath it. He stared at it, then quietly turned around and left.

Harry lay still as Sarah crawled off him. It had been a good fuck and he would do it again, but he didn’t want any relationship responsibilities.

“That was good,” he said, “you know how to look after a horny man.”

“Well, I’m here if you want a repeat.”

“I know and we will, but you understand that it’s just fun.”

“I know, Harry. Stop. Worrying. I’m not going to try and tie you down.”

“Good. You might try talking to Mike as well. I think he’s learned something from the past few days.”

“I’ll see. I’m not sure.”

Harry didn’t say any more, instead getting up and getting dressed. Sarah watched him. She knew he was leaving but didn’t try to stop him. Once he was ready, he kissed her.

“I had a lovely time, Sarah. Thank you.”

“Me too, Harry. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t,” he said and left the bedroom.

Once outside, he went into the living room. Mike was sitting in the chair.

“You watched, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Listen, Mike, don’t try to be like me. You can’t, you don’t have the equipment. Apologise to Sarah and she might take you back but, if she does, talk with her and work out how you and she want to be with each other.”

“What about you?”

“Me? I like her and we will undoubtedly fuck each other again, but that’s just sex. We don’t have feelings for each other. You have feelings for her and she does for you. Build on that. Also, cut down on the drink.”

Harry turned around and left before Mike could respond, letting himself out and walking back to his own rooms. He thought about what had happened and felt a sense of satisfaction. He’d added another girl to his coterie of women who were available. He’d established his superiority over her boyfriend, and he’d had a damn good fuck.

His mind turned to what he was going to do next, and who would he pursue. His first thoughts were on Jo. She was clearly interested and, being so small, would be different to anything he’d experienced before. But he was also drawn to Caroline. She seemed to be inexperienced, maybe even a virgin. If so, he would like to be the one to initiate her into the world of sex.

He really enjoyed having a virginal cunt wrapped around his cock, knowing that no man had ever been there before……..