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Tom recognized Joan from his game theory class. True to her nerdy looks, she had her book and computer open, sitting alone in the corner of the café.“Studying for the midterm?” he half-asked, taking his coffee toward a table near her. “I wish I understood that Prisoner’s Dilemma better. It’s not a situation I’d ever be in, so it just isn’t intuitive.”She looked up, surprised that anyone had noticed her.“It’s a basic example,” she explained. “It doesn’t have to be prisoners. Any two people making separate decisions with various rewards and penalties can fit into it.”He decided to push his luck.“Like whether or not you should invite me to join you, and whether or not I should just pull up a chair and sit at your table.”He flashed her a smile.“Sort of, but not exactly,” she said, her awkwardness at being approached was reduced by her confidence expounding on the subject.She moved her book and he dragged a chair and they continued the discussion. Before long, he had slipped in sexual references and she was getting into the spirit.“What if the choice is oral or anal?” he flirted.“It could depend on whose mouth and whose ass,” she giggled.He had expected it to be harder to move the topic to sex and thought that she might demur, but her grin encouraged him to follow through.“Would you like me to walk you back to your room?” he asked when their cups were empty and they had run out of quips.Her eyes grew wide at the offer.“Okey-dokey,” she said, assessing him skeptically.Outside her door, he asked if he could kiss her. She replied by pulling him down and mashing her lips to his, parting them to use her tongue. Happily surprised, he reciprocated.“Wanna come inside?” she whispered when they broke for a breath.After the hour of ribald repartee at the café, few words were necessary as they disrobed amid their kisses and caresses. The only negotiation was when they reached their destination.“I like it from behind,” she said, crawling naked onto her bed.Standing, he grabbed her generous hips and pressed his cock against her opening. Clearly horny, she rocked back and absorbed him.“No hair pulling,” she warned. “But if you want to put a finger in my ass, I wouldn’t mind it.”They moved in counterpoint, gradually going faster. Her liquid spheres rippled as he bounced against them.“Oh, woh, woh, woh, woh,” she tolled in time with each impact.Lowering her face to the mattress, she leaned on one shoulder, the other arm reaching underneath her. In that position, she became a more stable target for him.“Fuck me,” she gasped.Her hand grazed his shaft and balls as she worked her pussy. Seeing her pucker between her cheeks, he dared only to tease it with his thumb as he steadied himself gripping one globe. She grew silent but he could feel the tension in her thighs. The only sound was the slapping of his belly against her butt.Suddenly she started quivering from the waist down. His assumption that she was climaxing triggered his eruption and he groaned his elation as he pumped into her. Requited, with a noisy sigh, she flopped on her side, disimpaling herself.Looking down to remove the condom, Tom noticed blood on it.“Um, Joan?” he didn’t really know how to ask. “Were you still a…?”Following his eyes to his wrapped penis, she saw the reason for the question.“Oops! That orgasm must have started my period. I was about due.” She spoke without embarrassment. Göztepe Escort “I’ve been randy for a week but didn’t get to hook up until tonight. Glad we finished before the flood gates opened!”In the bathroom, he snapped a pic of the cum-filled slightly bloody rubber before he disposed of it.“That’s one,” he thought.Like many stupid ideas, the contest arose when he and Jerry were drunk. Bragging about their conquests led to a challenge of who could have the most sex in a week. The loser would pay a thousand dollars to the winner. Any sex act counted as long as someone had an orgasm. They agreed to limit it to one a day and each had to be different.“What about a threesome? That should count for two.” The alcohol made Jerry optimistic.Knowing neither of them had managed that before, Tom agreed, “But they both have to participate. Just having someone watch doesn’t count.”Jerry also scored that Monday. Both knew a few women who would have sex with them on occasion, from quick handjobs or oral in the car to overnight lovemaking.Tom worried that Jerry had a longer list, so he focused on new possibilities. If he didn’t find someone earlier in the day, he would try a late-night booty call with a prior partner.Tuesday, he struck out in the afternoon and was considering who to call later. He had dinner with Mila, his teammate for the computer programming assignment. Distracted by the contest, he hadn’t completed his part of it. He didn’t think of her as a prospect. Serious and intimidating, none of the guys had gotten anywhere with her.“Why don’t I take over this module and you can focus on that one,” she frowned, disappointed with his progress.She was determined to get an “A” even if she had to do the whole thing herself.“I feel bad making you do more work,” Tom apologized.For some reason, her disdainful look provoked an idea.“Why don’t I make it up to you?” Unsure who or what compelled him, he blurted, “Let me give you a tonguejob.”She recoiled at the suggestion, “I don’t have time for sex!”“Hear me out,” he petitioned. “You don’t have to do anything to me. I know I don’t deserve the chance, but I want to prove my contrition.”Trying to look more penitent than eager, he nonetheless managed to lick his lips artfully. Whether her intense stare was anger or something else, she held it long enough that she must have been considering the offer.“Alright, but I’m going to sit on your face,” she said with determination. “And if you don’t make me cum in five minutes, you’re off the team.”Tom’s shocked expression hid his elation. He wasn’t positive he could do it that fast but was willing to try.In her dorm room, he got on his back on her bed while she stripped off only jeans and panties. When she knelt over him, all he saw was a thick patch of fur descending onto his face. It was fluffy and dry, but as he extended his tongue, the distinctive scent and taste made his mouth water. She left him enough room to maneuver and dampen her curls and underlying flesh.Within a couple of minutes, she began to produce her own broth and started pressing against him. As he explored her folds, she moved to align his mouth with her most sensitive spots. Wedged in position, he licked and nibbled and sucked whatever he could.Her moans grew louder as she humped his face, putting his nose to use as well. Although he hadn’t thought Göztepe Escort Bayan of it before, it made sense that Mila, bright and forceful academically, would know what she wanted from sex.With no sense of time, he slurped her cooch blindly but enthusiastically. He could only hope that if it took longer than five minutes, he did well enough to make her forget the time limit.Grinding against him as she sought her fruition, she ordered, “Suck my clit. Suck it!”He suckled her dangling lips, latching onto them while his tongue danced between them. Her moan crescendoed with a slow tremolo then ended with a sharp, deep breath that she held. Whether intentional or inadvertent, her suddenly slack thighs caused her pussy to smother him. Long silent seconds passed motionlessly. Her noisy exhalation was accompanied by a lower release just as he had a chance to gasp for air. He wasn’t sure whether it was a queef or a fart—neither sound nor smell was definitive and it could have been both.Rolling off him and sitting next to his head, Mila glanced at the tent in his pants and glowered, “I accept your apology, but you get nothing until you start pulling your weight on this assignment.”Tom struggled to look chastised while celebrating his point for the day—as well as imagining getting something in the future. He was definitely going to put more effort into their project next week.He didn’t dare take a picture, but the sound he recorded on the phone in his pocket would be enough proof.It seemed that every coed on campus had a midterm on Thursday because neither he nor Jerry could get any interest on Wednesday. With four days left, Tom thought about the four women he considered likely.“Rosé Rosie” would be the easiest. She was known for her love of wine and the loving she did under its influence. Jerry knew her, too, so Tom made sure to talk to her right after the midterm. He guessed she would be in the mood to release some tension that evening.They shared the bottle he brought as they watched a steamy French film. Before long, she had his pants undone and he had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra moved aside. When she stood to shove her pants to her ankles, he did the same.The mutual masturbation escalated when the on-screen love scene made it unnecessary to read subtitles. Tom sucked her nipples as he strummed her clit. Rosie closed her eyes and leaned back, surrendering to his dexterity.Her stiffening body lifted her ass off the couch as she whimpered. He slipped two fingers inside her as he buffed her muff.“Oh, oui! Baisez-moi! Je jouis!” she squealed. The way she bucked, Tom didn’t need subtitles to understand her.When she collapsed back onto the couch, she closed her legs, trapping his hand against her hot wet sex. He thought about trying to get a picture since her eyes were still closed, but he couldn’t get to his phone without disturbing her euphoria.Something exciting happened in the film because the sound grew louder, breaking her reverie. She released his hand and, noticing him sucking his fingers, regrabbed his projecting pole. Slinking off the couch, she knelt to swallow it.Rosie liked sucking dicks and was good at it, able to make guys last as long or finish as fast as she wanted. Today it was the latter. With her head in his lap, Tom was able to slip his phone from his pocket and snap Escort Göztepe a selfie without her seeing or pausing.He had no choice when she took him deep and sucked hard—he spurted into her throat. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was her position, but she gagged a bit then lifted her head as she coughed. Without warning, she heaved a spray of disgusting gastric fluids onto his lap.Jumping to her feet, she put her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom to complete her disgorgement. With no good choices, he removed and used his soiled shirt to mop up what he could.“C’est la vie,” she giggled when he went to check on and console her. “Je t’en dois une belle.”“No worries, that one still counts!” he chuckled at his double entendre; of course she didn’t know about the contest.Bare-chested, he jogged back to his room carrying his defiled shirt.Friday was more involved. Sarah expected dinner in a restaurant and a movie in a theater before she would put out, but that plan had worked many times before.Unfortunately, when they got to her door, she gave him a peck on the cheek and snapped, “Goodnight!”Before he could try to protest, she interrupted. “Oh, I heard about the contest you and Jerry are having, and I’m not going to play,” she sneered. “In fact, none of us are!”Tom was aghast.“That’s right. After Jerry had sex with Becky tonight he bragged about it. She threw him out and sent us all a text. Fortunately, I saw it while you were driving. You’ll both find it hard to score another point!”She turned and slammed the door in his face.“That bastard,” thought Tom. “I bet he did it deliberately. Jerry got today’s point so he was ahead. If neither of us can score this weekend, he wins.”Tom sent him some profanity-loaded texts and voicemails while trying to figure out how he could score in the next two days. Julia and Tom had dated in high school and ended up at the same university. They remained friends with benefits as they explored opportunities with other partners. She was his ultimate fallback and he was hers.He brought her favorite sushi to her room at the sorority house Saturday afternoon. She had heard of the contest, so knew what he probably wanted. Confessing his predicament, he begged for her help.“Despite the ridiculousness of your contest, it seems Jerry did cheat by revealing it when he did. I might be willing to help you even the score,” she said.So long as she didn’t absolutely refuse, Tom knew a way to convince her.“I’ll do your feet,” he beamed.Her face lit up.Julia’s girl-next-door looks were attractive enough. With makeup and the right clothes, she was downright bodacious. But her size twelve feet were big and unsightly. Her long toes had odd shapes and angles; she would never wear sandals.It had been a long time since he worshipped her feet, but when he had, she loved it. He sat her in a comfortable chair and filled a basin with hot water. Removing her sneakers and socks, he massaged her feet as they soaked for a bit, then washed and dried them.Taking one foot, he kissed it all over from callused heel to wayward pinky. Usually trying not to tickle her, he occasionally impishly dragged a fingernail across her arch to make her jump. He tenderly licked around and between each toe.“You suck them just like you do my clit,” she sighed as he took each digit between his lips.Not by accident, when he switched to the other foot, he rested the first against his crotch. She traced the outline of his erection with her big toe. Her fidgeting encouraged it as he worked on her other foot. After giving it equal time, he took them together, playing her toes like a harmonica and snuggling his face between her soles.
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