Friend of the Bellas update (Patreon)

Stacie took a lot out of David, in more ways than one. By the time he woke up, it was dark out. Feeling pretty funky, he decided to take a shower. There was only the communal one in the dorms, but he figured at this time of night, he’d be able to have it all to himself. He left Stacie all cuddled out, dressed haphazardly, and grabbed his toolkit for the shower. When he got there, he stripped, set his fresh clothes just so, arranged his toiletries right, turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm—and pulled aside the shower curtain to find Beca Mitchell.

She was small and slender, it was true, with narrow shoulders and boyish hips—compensated for by a pinched waist that gave her something of an hourglass figure in miniature—and, incongruously, plum but not large breasts that she quickly hid behind dainty hands. Her adorable face twisted into a not quite affronted face—slightly amused, slightly annoyed. “Dude! What are you doing in here?”

“What am I doing here? This is the boys’, ya know, place?”

“Not the last time I checked,” Beca replied, twisting her hips to try and hide her groin in profile while not exposing her buttocks—which looked trim and taut. 

David could only blame his power acting up again. Upon seeing Beca, and seeing her a little frisky, he’d wondered what it’d be like with her. A sexpot like Stacie was nice, obviously, but he found kicky little furballs like Beca could be very interesting.

“Well, screw it,” Beca said with an amicable shrug. “You’ve already seen everything and you are already… totally… nude…” She glanced down his body—all the way down to a little above his knees—before looking back up. “So if you can be patient and wait your turn, I’ll be done in a little bit.”

“Cool,” David said. “So, should I wait here or…?”

Beca pulled the shower curtain closed, but David could still see mostly through the muddled plastic or vinyl or whatever it was. A torrent of water was spraying her sizable breasts, with Beca taking a bar of soap and gently washing them down. She pushed the soap into the valley between her teats, then rubbed it downward, lathering her belly, her navel.

David kept watching. He could almost make out the bar of soap dipping between Beca’s legs, frothing up her curly dark hairs. Then Beca whimpered as she started to rub harder, grinding her ass, thrusting herself against the soap.

“Fuck it,” David muttered.

He joined her in the shower. Beca barely had time to gasp before he was all over her, pushing her into the rinsing spray of the shower, kissing and sucking her tits as the soap suds washed off them. His fingers roamed between her legs and Beca shuddered.

“Ooohh!” She held the back of his head as he thrust two fingers inside of her. “Shit, dude, that feels good! Suck me! Eat some good, clean pussy!”

The water cascaded over David’s head as he dropped down onto his knees. Beca parted her legs and arched her back, thrusting up her sex to his hungry mouth.

He mated his lips to her pussy, eagerly learning the subtle difference between the null taste of the shower water and the bittersweet flavor of her juices. Beca gasped as he left wet kisses on her pouting lips, then moaned as he thrust his tongue into her, moving it rhythmically through her sex as if he were conducting the groans she issued.

“Ahhh! David! Suck it for me!” She pulled at his hair, flexing her ass, working her hot cunt all over his face. “I’m so hot! Oh fuck, I’ve got to cum!”

And David moved his hand up her wet, naked body, squeezing her thighs, her quivering breasts. Then he wrapped his hands around her bucking ass and clenched down hard on the globes with their subtle swell. He held on tightly as he continued to lick at her sex, his tongue deep but not deep enough that she didn’t force her burning pussy directly against his mouth for more of it.

“Wanna come!” Beca clawed at the back of his neck, sighing and sobbing as the heat of his tongue built to an inferno within her. “Keep licking me! Unh! Lick my clit! Making me so hot!”

Pushing his tongue into her slit, David wrapped his lips around her clit as well. The bud was firmly swollen, and Beca twitched the moment his lips touched it. David sucked on it gently, dancing his tongue on the tip’s incredible sensitivity, and Beca grimaced as the spasms started all through her body.

Taking one hand away from her helplessly bucking ass, David rubbed his hand against the swollen folds of her sex. Two fingers went in easily, once he applied pressure. He started to piston them inside her as he sucked.

“Coming!” Beca spread her feet wider on the shower floor, working her hips back and forth like a bitch in heat, grinding herself onto his mouth. “Unh, unh, suck me please David! I’m coming now!”

The spasms burst deliciously through her, along her passage with throbs and pulses so delicious she could’ve passed out, and then into every part of her. She happened to look down and see that David’s impressive cock was rock hard, like he’d sucked some of her lust out of her body and into his own muscular frame.

“Stop it!” Beca sobbed. “Stop licking me! I need your cock there—fucking my cunt!”

They turned off the shower, their naked bodies dripping water as they ran back to Stacie’s room. Stacie was still asleep in the bed, but there was an old throw rug on the floor. David quickly stretched out in his back, with his massive prick towering over his hairy stomach.

“Sit on it, Beca!” he gasped. “Take it up into your pussy.”

“Where it belongs!” Beca cried. She mounted him impatiently, planting her knees on either side of his hips, her breasts jiggling and swaying with a wet sheen even in the dark as she reached down to grasp the swollen length of his prick and bring it to the lips of her pussy. Then she lowered herself down to it and it was going into her, boring into her passage. 

“Unggh! That feels good,” David said, speaking for every thrumming pleasure that her tightness sent through his manhood.

“You think it feels good for you?” She ground her ass on his thighs, taking his big cock to the balls inside herself. Her full breasts shook as she pleasured herself with him, his impaling stiffness the key to happiness. “Dude, this cannot—ongh!—possibly feel better—aw!—for you—yes!—then it does—does—shit, I think I’m coming again--!”

Then she was feverishly fucking herself on it, practically masturbating herself with his cock, bouncing and humping her ass like she was trying to stay on top of a mechanical bull. Lifting his head, David watched open-mouthed as his monster cock was accepted and embraced and cherished by Beca’s wild riding.

“Your pussy’s so hot!” David slid his hands up her narrow waist and slight ribs until he was cupping both of her tits. He squeezed them, milked them, as he kept bucking up to be there when her cunt came crashing down on his manhood. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come in your cunt!”

“Fuck me!” Beca shouted. Her voice was loud enough to wake the whole college, but she was too crazed to restrain herself. “God, I need your cock! Fuck me with it! Fuck my cunt with your cock and—and—just keep going!”

David hammered his ass off the thin-ass throw rug, pounding himself relentlessly into Beca’s gurgling depths. Soon she felt a familiar heat tingling inside her. Squealing, she pounded herself down on him until he was far within her molten need.

“Keep going!” she cried. “Fuck me, my cunt—it, it’s throbbing, I’m coming on your cock!”

David thrust high off the floor, fucking every inch of his manhood into the depths of her violently thrashing cunt. Then the load he’d promised her by penetrating her sweet pussy was coming straight out of him, deluging her sex with thick, milky seed.

Tirelessly, Beca fucked herself on him even as he spurted her reward, flexing internally to suckle away all the jism from his aching member. She needed it. She needed him. Down her throat, inside her pussy, even up her ass, she didn’t care. She just needed more.