Is This Your Girl? Ch. 10

Connor pumped his hips, sending his cock inside Kayla, watching her body absorb the impacts. His hands slid along her tensing back and curled on her shoulders.

"You feel so good," she purred, glancing back to fix a sultry gaze on him.

He groaned, seeing pleasure wash over her face.

"So good..."

She reached back for him, and he hauled her into his arms, her mouth finding his for a kiss. He slipped a hand over her belly, quickly reaching her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud. She squealed into the kiss, shuddering against him, her channel clutching.

"Just like that... don't stop..."

He kept his hips churning, and his fingers rubbing, her wetness clinging to them. His own pleasure marched onwards to climax. She shuddered again, tilting her head back onto his shoulder.

"Oh, Connor..."

His hips beat a steady rhythm, driving his cock deep.

"So close... so good..."

A strong buck almost shook her from his embrace, but he held on tight, pumping his hips, rubbing at her clit. Words failed her the next time she opened her mouth, a lewd gasp spilling out instead.

She bucked again, her pussy greedily smothering his cock. He maintained his pace, pushing her into orgasm, feeling it wash over her, a certain slackness helping her relax in his arms. A louder gasp melted into a moan. She pressed against him, hands grabbing at his body, fingernails digging into skin here and there, the slight discomfort not nearly enough to overshadow the pleasure.

He slowed, letting her come down from climax but not denying his own desire. She sought out his mouth again, and he kissed her, her tongue teasing against his. His cock throbbed, reacting to the sensations, his pleasure kicking higher.

"So fucking good," she sighed. "Are you close?"

He nodded.

She grinned, and then eased from his arms, letting herself fall forward, ending up back in the doggystyle position. A wiggle of her hips made her ass shake invitingly.

"I love starting the day with your cum inside me..."

He groaned, and then swung his hips against hers.

"Mmm, that's it, that's how I like it..."

He slid his hands back to her shoulders, swinging his hips forward again, then repeating, smoothly settling once again into a steady rhythm. The pleasure spiralled higher, surging towards climax.

"Just like this, babe... give me all your cum..."

The need in her voice sent a shiver over him. He fucked her harder, watching her ass shake more, and then reached a hand to her breasts, catching one, groping the luscious swell. Her channel clutched in turn, more juices trickling out amid the thrusts.

"Mmm, c'mon, give it to me..."

He swung his hips forward one more time, shoving every inch of himself inside her. The climax came, and so did he, spurting deep.

"Fuck yes," she purred, grinding back against him.

He groaned again, wordlessly enjoying the ecstasy, unloading more bursts of cum.

"So good... I love it..."

He watched her ass wiggle against him, and visualized the flow of seed, the rockets firing from his straining shaft to paint her pussy white. A thrill ran over him, a sense of pride following, a thrumming in his chest from marking her body in such a way.

The ecstasy slowly subsided, the bursts along with it. She did not move besides that eager grinding.

He started to slide back. His cock appeared inch by inch, streaked with copious juices. The thrumming in his chest faded along with the lust.

Once the head of his length slipped free, she flounced down, her breasts jiggling from the impact, and stretched lazily. He landed more carefully. She curled up next to him, smiling beatifically.

Soon enough, the thrumming in his chest was a distant memory. Another sort of feeling replaced it. After these past months, Connor was quite used to the typical post-coital shift from triumphant ecstasy to uncomfortable shame. The mindless delight taken from cumming inside his girlfriend was traditionally followed by the reminder that he was not the only man who regularly came inside her.

The shame swelled inside him, not helped by Kayla nuzzling against him.

I have to stop doing this. It's not right.

Kayla moved, kissing her way down his chest and over his stomach, taking his softened shaft by the base. Her mouth treated it to a bevy of thorough kisses. He sucked in a sharp breath, sensitive so soon after orgasm.

"Let me clean you off," she murmured. "And then we'll go take a shower."

The shame receded slightly.

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The frisbee arced through the air, the bright pink contrasting with the idyllic blue of the afternoon spring sky. Emily caught it easily, her athleticism on display, her ass bouncing to her jogging steps. His cock twitched at the sight.

I wonder how it'd look bouncing while I'm fucking her.

His cock twitched again.

Emily flicked the frisbee towards Luis. The movement made her shirt ride up, showing off her pale, toned stomach.

His phone buzzed.

[Want to come with me to Victor's?]

His cock twitched a third time. A heat bloomed in his chest, another surge of shame. The thought of watching Kayla with Victor, even after he had already done so many times over the past months, added lust to that heat, diluting the shame.

[What time?]

[7! You can drive me over then hehe]

[Sure, works for me.]

He put his phone down, his cock swelling, the lust and shame warring.

Movement nearby drew him from his brief reverie. Emily and Luis sat down in the loose circle the group created.

"So, when do you hear back about the internship again?" Alyssa asked Emily.

Emily shrugged.

"Any day now."

Alyssa smiled.

"It'd be so cool if you got it. You and Connor could be neighbors!"

Connor nodded.

"Definitely," Emily said, her own smile spreading. "That'd be great."

"I would love to graduate and be with friends right after," Alyssa said. "Like taking some of campus with me."

"You still have a year to go," Todd reminded her.

"I know."

"You should probably start thinking of places to show me," Emily teased Connor.

Like my bedroom?

"Dang, I gotta head to class," Luis spoke up, glancing at his wristwatch.

Connor glanced at his phone.

"Yeah, me too."

He snatched up his backpack and waved at the group.

"See you guys later!"

Not five yards away, his phone buzzed again, an incoming call instead of another text.

"Hey Isaiah," he greeted his friend.

"Hey man, how're you doing?"

"Alright. On my way to class so I can't talk long."

"All good, dude. Just was checking in on you. We haven't talked in a while."

"Yeah, that's my bad."

"Oh, mine too, Connor. We've both been busy."

"True."

A brief silence fell for a few seconds.

"You're gonna make me ask, aren't you?" Isaiah spoke up.

"Ask what?"

"Man, the Kayla thing! There've been more videos. Like... new ones."

Of course you'd know that.

"Yeah."

"So, I guess all that hope you had didn't pan out."

More shame bloomed in his chest. An accompanying blush rose on his cheeks. He glanced around, as if anyone nearby would be able to tell the nature of his phone conversation.

"I guess not."

"What's the deal then? Did you break up with her at least?"

He hesitated.

"... no."

"Why not?"

He hesitated again.

"Oh," Isaiah spoke up before he could answer. "You two are still fucking, aren't you?"

"... yeah."

He could practically hear Isaiah raising an eyebrow.

"And you don't care that she's still getting plowed by him?"

"I care," he said tersely.

"But you're still with her."

"For now."

"And until when?"

He sighed.

"If you must know, until graduation."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes. I'm going to stay with her until then and break up after."

Isaiah paused.

"Stay with her for the sex?"

"Yeah, and..."

"And what?"

He glanced around again, the blush on his cheeks feeling like a wildfire.

"I've been... watching."

"What, the videos? Why?"

"Not the videos."

Another silence fell for a few seconds. He imagined Isaiah rubbing his forehead in mild exasperation.

"So... you're a cuck now."

"No! Not exactly."

"Do you get off on watching him fuck her brains out?"

He winced.

"... yes. A little."

More than a little.

"That makes you a cuck, dude. I don't make the rules."

"I don't like it. I mean, I do, but I also don't."

Isaiah chuckled lightly.

"I get it, man, shit's complicated sometimes."

"Yeah."

Another silence fell, this one less loaded with meaning than the previous ones.

"I'm assuming Kayla doesn't know about your plan," Isaiah spoke up. "To break up with her after graduation."

"She doesn't."

"So, she thinks everything is cool?"

"Basically."

"Nice. She doesn't deserve to know shit."

Connor opened his mouth instinctively, but found himself wanting for words. Isaiah chuckled again.

"Man, not so long ago you would've jumped to defend her."

He shrugged.

"Things change."

"Yeah, especially when she's fucking around behind your back. Not to mention filming it and uploading it online."

"Yeah."

"Are you okay? That's kinda the main reason I called."

He shrugged again.

"I'm mostly fine. Y'know... shit's complicated sometimes."

"Wise words."

Connor nodded, smiling slightly.

"I know we've both been busy," Isaiah continued. "But we should get back to talking regularly."

"Yeah, I'm down."

"We can figure it out. It's always good chatting with you, Connor."

"We'll have to meet up over the summer too."

"Oh, definitely."

Connor glanced up, his feet having carried him to the building his next class was in. Students lazily joined the throng headed inside.

"I gotta go, Isaiah, it's time for class. But thank you for calling. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Figured it'd been long enough."

"Take care. We'll talk soon."

"Looking forward to it, man. Enjoy your class."

He hung up and slipped into the throng.

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"Fuck, baby girl, you ride me so good..."

Kayla giggled, rolling her hips, the giggle turning into a moan at the sensation of that thick shaft stretching out her channel. Victor grinned up at her, landing a slap on her breast.

"Daddy! So rude."

He laughed, watching the soft swell jiggle, and then sank his fingers into the lush flesh. His other hand was firm on her hip, helping her stay in place. She rocked atop him again, grinding down against his shaft, purring with delight. Her juices trickled out steadily, the arousal mounting higher and higher.

A peek over her shoulder showed Connor squirming, a noticeable tent in his sweatpants accompanied by a wet spot on the fabric. A flush blazed up his neck and colored his cheeks. His hand twitched towards the tent. He caught her gaze, and the flush flared brighter, making her smile.

She glanced back to Victor, whose head was tilted into the pillow, his eyes closed as he indulged in the way her snug channel gripped him. Another roll of her hips triggered a throb along his shaft.

"Mmm, that pussy's so good..."

She leaned down and let her lips brush against his. A moment later, the hand at her breast took a fistful of her hair, and pressed her mouth on his. Her hips worked a bit quicker, driving her onto him, letting every inch slot deep.

His tongue slid along hers, and she chased it, shivering from the rush of kissing him so desperately in front of her boyfriend. A hand on his chest kept her balanced so her hips could roll rhythmically. Her other hand snuck down between them and landed on her clit. The pleasure spiked, triggering another moan.

"You gonna cum on my dick?" he asked her in between the eager kisses.

"Mm-hmm... it feels amazing inside me..."

He growled, kissing her harder. His hand at her hip switched to her breasts, groping rudely. The assertive caresses added to her pleasure. She bucked against him, rubbing at her clit. His cock throbbed again at the needy embrace of her sex.

An orgasm approached. She rocked down onto him, kissing back hungrily, searching out his tongue with hers. A low groan came from nearby. She smiled, knowing that Connor was watching raptly, likely also quite close to orgasm.

Sometimes I can't believe you're the same Connor. You've come so far.

She pushed against Victor's chest to bring herself up, wanting to show off her body to Connor while she rode. Her hips wound and her finger rubbed, the pleasure roaring towards a crescendo.

"Come on, baby girl, give me all that cream, go on, make my dick all messy..."

She cooed at the words, at the encouragement, at the welcoming arms of ecstasy.

The orgasm struck. Her hips stilled to let her weather the bright bliss roiling through her nerves, setting them afire, suffusing her with a heady glee. Her channel clutched, smothering the thick length, anointing it with more juices.

"So good, Daddy..."

He tugged her down for another kiss. She purred, luxuriating in his easy possessiveness, in how he shoved his tongue in her mouth, in how his hands groped.

The orgasm receded. She heard another low groan from Connor.

Suddenly, Victor moved, and she was on her back, legs locking instinctively around his waist to keep his cock sheathed. A few inches had slipped out, but he rammed them back inside her, stealing her breath and jarring her body. He growled in her ear, and then began to fuck, giving her no quarter, no time to recover from the initial thrust, no mercy for her tender cunt. His shaft pierced deep, easily stretching her out, triggering a subtle ache in her core. A gasp from nearby clued her in to Connor's reaction.

You've learned a lot but I don't think you'll ever be able to fuck me quite like this. Makes it a little bit of a shame to have to give this up. At least I still have some time to enjoy this before I end it with him.

Amid the rough rhythm, she found her breath, and thus her voice.

"Daddy! I love... how you drill me... drill my pussy... so good..."

He ducked down to kiss her breasts, already bouncing from his thrusts, now treated to their own share of the lustful attention.

"Give it to me! Please, oh please..."

He sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing another purr from her. The pleasure ratcheted back up. A shiver followed, cascading along her.

"Fuck your baby girl the way she needs..."

She peeked around his shoulder at Connor. His jaw was slack, but the wet spot on his sweatpants had grown, the bulge practically twitching from his excitement.

Victor kissed his way all over her breasts, rutting his hips. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist. The vicious rhythm left her breathless, making it difficult for her to urge him on. He did not need that encouragement, however.

He always fucks me that much harder when Connor is watching.

The pleasure pushed higher. His cock worked ruthlessly, drowning in a sea of her juices.

"I'm close," he told her, his mouth against her breast.

"Please... blow your load... fill me up..."

He sucked at her nipple again. She jerked, arching up into the thrusts, keening at the mix of insistent pleasure and vigorous stimulation. The urgent strokes pummeled at her core, reaching a level of animalistic desire she knew would have frightened Connor not so long ago.

Might still frighten him, but he knows I can take it.

"Pound your cum so deep," she gasped.

He growled, his lips wrapped around her nipple, building up her pleasure.

"I love it... when you make me ache..."

His growl grew louder and lewder, his hands squeezing on her body.

"Please... I need to feel your cum..."

His cock throbbed powerfully. A warmth surged inside her, centered around the head of the length. The flood claimed her cunt, more spurts filling her channel. Victor growled again, firing off more thrusts, slamming his hips against hers. Each impact drew a trembling gasp from her. Each one was followed by another spurt squirting deep. Each one elevated her pleasure.

He sucked at her nipple again, and with one more thrust, and more blast of seed, sent her careening into another orgasm.

"Daddy!"

She shook, bucked, squirmed, helpless against his firm grip and strong thrusts, utterly happy in that predicament. The spurts carried on, adding to the slick warmth inside her. His figure above her offered a comfort amid the ecstasy, a solid anchor against which she nuzzled, mindlessly enjoying the press of his skin and the trickle of his sweat.

"So good, baby girl," he murmured against her breast, kissing a trail from one to the other.

She shivered, the tail end of the orgasm washing over her, just as potent as the preceding portion, the entirety an assault against her mind and her senses. The spurts died down, but the slick warmth ruled her insides.

Over his shoulder, she noticed Connor slump against the chair, his eyes closed, his hand right on the outline of his erect cock. The wet spot was larger still, with a certain stickiness gracing the fabric.

A smile tugged at her lips.

Oh, Connor... something tells me you're going to miss this too, at least a little bit.

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The brisk evening air sent a few breezes over Connor. He made a beeline for his car, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to see the wet spot on his sweatpants. The whole region was a swampy mess, offering an uncomfortable sensation to go along with the burn of shame in his chest.

He slid quickly into the driver's seat, and let out a heavy sigh. A peek back at the building made him think about what Victor and Kayla might be up to with him gone. His mind's eye conjured up plentiful images.

His phone buzzed with a call.

Emily.

He swallowed nervously.

Just answer. Not like she knows what you were up to.

"Hey Emily," he said, managing to keep his voice even.

"Guess who's gonna be your neighbor next year?"

A spike of excitement pierced straight into the shame.

"You got the internship?"

"Mm-hmm! Saw the email a little while ago. Just got off the phone with my parents."

"Congratulations!"

His heart pumped faster.

"Thanks!"

"I gotta start making that list of places to show you."

She giggled.

"Also, I'm going to invite some people out to dinner Saturday, to celebrate myself, of course. You wanna come?"

Inside you and maybe on you too.

He shook off the thought.

"Yeah, definitely!"

"Perfect. Also also, have you had dinner yet? I was on my way to the Roost when I saw the email."

"Not yet. Why don't we get Guapo's? My treat."

"Ooh, tacos, hell yeah."

He glanced down at his sweatpants, immediately starting to calculate how much time he might need to get home and change.

Shower too.

"Can you give me, like, forty-five minutes? I'm off-campus right now."

"No problem! Lemme know when you're on your way."

"Okay, I will. See you soon."

"See you soon!"

She hung up.

She's gonna be in my neck of the woods next year.

He sat in the silence of the car, feeling his heartbeat even out, still painfully aware of the wet spot at his crotch.

And I'll be single.