Tabitha Briton: Coed Sluts

"It's cool," I said, putting my arms around her. "I only want you to have a good time."

Lorelei sighed, leaning against me. "You know, Mick, I really like you.

Most guys don't care about me, they only want to get into my pants and fuck me."

"Ah, I want to fuck you, too. But only if you're into it."

"Oh… I am," she sighed, kissing me. "I mean… I want to. But I'm afraid…"

"Say no more," I said. "It's okay. You do give an incredible hand-job, though."

She giggled. "How do you think I stay a virgin?" she said.

We went to The Phix, one of the posh uptown dance clubs that caters to people dressed in designer jeans. I thought for a minute that I might have problems getting in, because of the way I was dressed, but I figured with Lorelei on my arm no one would throw me out. The doorman, as it turned out, didn't object to us. He took one look at Lorelei and waved us both in. She winked at him as we went by.

The dance floor was hot and sweaty. I'm not much for dancing, but I liked watching all the sexy women bounce and sway, grinding their hips provocatively. Lorelei got out there right away. I moved around a little, looking stupid, but before long I got into it. Lorelei could really dance, and she kicked off her shoes and danced barefoot. Her tits flopped about under her tight silky top and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

She loosened up fast, losing the inhibitions she'd had earlier. She started to dance closer to me, rubbing her body up against mine. Once I reached out and made a grab for her ass, but she danced away and giggled. I tried to keep up and did a fair job.

I've known a lot of women who get really hot when they dance, and Lorelei was one-I could tell she was getting hot in more ways than one. She really went at it-grinding her hips, bouncing her tits around, spreading her legs and lowering herself toward the floor.

Before she'd danced for twenty minutes, my cock was prodding at the seams of my pants. There was sweat pouring down her face and over her tits, soaking her shirt. Her nipples were poking through the shirt and her face reddened. She danced with her lips half-parted, singing along with the lyrics to the songs. After a whole hour of that, I was exhausted. That's when Lorelei slumped against me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

"This is so much fun," she said into my ear. "Mick, will you take me home?"

"Back to your place?" I asked over the music.

"Please," she sighed. "Please take me home."

I knew she was ready. She wanted me to take her home and strip her naked, then pop her cherry on her bed. She put her arm around me and into my back pocket, stroking my ass like a true slut as we walked off the dance floor.

She paused at the bar and kissed me again, groping my ass. I lowered my hands and squeezed Lorelei's tight ass-cheeks, massaging them. She didn't mind at all, though people were watching us. We may as well put on a show, I thought. I squeezed her ass with one hand and brought my other hand up to touch the side of her breast. Lorelei moaned and I pinched her nipple.

"Take me home," she whispered. "I don't want you to stop this time."

I led her toward the door, out into the night air and onto my motorcycle. Before we started off, I turned and pressed my body against hers, thrusting the bulge in my jeans onto Lorelei's stomach.

She put her hand on my cock and began to rub it up and down, stroking her body so that her firm nipples touched my chest quite plainly. Her shirt clung to her tits and made it look like she was bare-chested. I began to kiss her neck, then unbuttoned a couple of the shirt's buttons, until it hung open between her breasts, showing the lace of her white bra. I slowly ran my finger in and out of her cleavage, then slipped it under her bra and touched her bare nipple.

The parking lot was pretty empty, but Lorelei wouldn't have cared. She had decided to be a real slut now that she'd made up her mind to let me pop her cherry. She was ready for it, all right-her nipples fat and hard. I bent low and kissed her cleavage as she groped at my cock. When I glanced over her shoulder, a sexy woman in high heels and a tight leather miniskirt was walking by with a guy on her arm. She winked at me as she watched us, then turned away as she passed.

"I want to give you head," whispered Lorelei. "I've been fantasizing about it for so long. I want you to cum in my mouth."

She slipped her hand down my pants and ran her thumb over my cockhead.

She brought her hand up and licked her thumb of the cum she'd smeared on it. She kissed me again and put her hand back down my pants, gripping my long shaft tightly.

"And then I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I've never been with a man before… I want it to be you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to bust my cherry."

I nuzzled her ear. "I'll pop your cherry, Lorelei," I said. "I'll do anything you want me to do."

"Take me home," she whimpered. "I'm so horny I could spread my legs right here. Get me home and into bed."

We climbed onto the motorcycle and Lorelei put her arms around me and pressed her tits into my back. She had her arms clenched tight around my waist and her hand dangling into my lap, and rubbed her palm against my organ. She gripped it tightly and jerked me up and down as we roared off, fondling me the whole way.

"I can't help myself," she said. "I just want your cock in my cunt so bad."

"You and me both, baby."

When we got into Lorelei's room, she shut the door and locked it. Then she turned and pushed her body against me, forcing me back nearer the bed. She shoved her tits against my chest, rubbing them up and down as she parted her lips and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

I countered by putting my hands on her leather-clad ass, massaging her cheeks and tugging them open slightly so I could feel her deep, supple crack.

Lorelei moaned as I reached between her slightly spread legs and rubbed my hand against her crotch. I turned around slowly, moving her back so she could sit on the bed. She eased her incredible ass down onto the rumpled mattress, then leaned back, spreading her legs wide and treating me to a view of her thighs and crotch in that skin-tight leather. I got onto my knees, straddling her thighs and reached for the buttons to her shirt.

I undid the top slowly, watching her face every step of the way. She stared at me, panting heavily as I exposed her breasts and stomach. I eased the shirt back, over Lorelei's shoulders and it fell down around her wrists, which were propping her up on the bed. Still straddling her, I started massaging her tits through her white bra. Meanwhile, Lorelei leaned her head forward and pressed her mouth around the cock lump in my jeans.

I grunted as Lorelei massaged the hard flesh with her lips. I let go of her tits so she could move closer to me. I put my hands on her bare shoulders, stroking them, and I curled my fingers in her hair.

Meanwhile, Lorelei closed her teeth on my belt strap and began pulling at it demandingly.

She kept her arms behind her and undid my belt with her teeth, pulling hard until it was open all the way. Then she took hold of my top buttons, again with her teeth, and pulled on those until they popped open. Lorelei licked the head of my cock, which popped out the top of my underwear. A shiver of pleasure went through my body. Then Lorelei pulled the rest of my fly open with her teeth and began to work on my underwear.

She grasped the elastic and tugged it down, her warm breath ruffling my pubic hair. She tucked the stretchy cotton under my balls and let her tongue slip out to caress them.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted. "I've never done this before.

Will you show me?"

"You're doing great, baby." I grinned. "Just keep doing it like that.