by PostScript56

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It’s recommended you read College Days first.

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I got up at the usual hour but purposely missed meeting for breakfast.

Marion called around 9:45.

I tried to sound sleepy, “Hello…?”

“I’m at breakfast. I thought you’d be here. I got you’re sheets.”

“I haven’t gotten up yet. “

“And here I thought I slept late today.”

“Can you get me a coffee and bring the sheets up?”

“Ok.”

“I’ll leave the door open.”

I waited in bed. Marion knocked softly and came in. I feigned sleep. She put the sheets on top of the bureau and approached my bed,

“Hi, sleepy head.” She sat on the bed and shook my shoulder, “I put the sheets on the bureau. Here’s your coffee.”

“Thanks. I missed you last night. I showered all alone.”

“I’m glad you survived. I see you managed to put new sheets on your bed all alone as well.”

“I did. How was your lonely shower?”

“Very good. Hot and soothing. Very necessary after the work out you gave me.”

I rubbed her thigh. Marion picked my hand off it, “Don’t even start. I’m still sore.”

“Don’t you want to?” I said, trying to look as pathetic as possible. I put my coffee on the floor and put my head in her lap my nose at her pussy. I started nuzzling it, “I’ll make you feel better.”

She turned my head in her hands so I was looking up at her, “I don’t think I physically could even if I wanted to.”

She looked at me tenderly,

“You know this can’t continue. Last night was incredible, but you know my situation. I know you respect that. I’ve worked with a lot of first-year students. You’re more mature and insightful than any I’ve met. I’m sure it’s because of what you had to handle growing up as ‘the man of the house’. You told me a lot more about who you are than you realize when you talked about your mom and sisters. That’s what attracted me; your sensitivity, intelligence şişli escort and humor.”

“Damn, you’re gonna make me cry.” I really was touched.

Marion smiled sweetly and kissed me. She accepted my tongue and held my head tight. We kissed with controlled passion. When she let go, I looked into her eyes and said as innocently as I could,

“Would this be a good time to ask for a handjob?”

Marion laughed long and hard. My face was smothered in tits. When she finally composed herself, she had a sweet, comical look on her face and her hand played circles on my chest,

“Daryl, what am I going to do with you?”

I just shrugged and smiled stupidly. Marion just kept looking at me with such a smile. She expanded the circles to rub down my arm, then to my waist where Mr. Cock tented my sheet.

“Lie back.”

Marion lifted the sheet and lovingly massaged my cock. She stroked, kissed, and licked my shaft. She sucked what she could of my cock over and over until I exploded in her mouth. Marion eagerly swallowed each stream, licking clean the head of my my cock. She smacked her lips and smiled, “Better than breakfast.”

She had coaxed out quite a load, “Shiiiit, you are amazing,” I said.

“Thank you for saying that.”

“Just telling the truth. That guy you’re marrying? Jack? I have a feeling you’re going to fuck him into an early grave. Shit, I’d be surprised if he survives your wedding night. I’ll make sure to attend the funeral. I’ll bring flowers and a dick.”

Marion laughed, “You’re terrible…” again she laughed, “but’s that’s very thoughtful.”

She played with my chest and kissed me, “Really, thank you,” she got up, “Can I reheat your coffee for you?”

“Thanks.”

She sat on the bed. We talked and I drank my coffee.

“Cynthia?”

“…Yeah, my roommate’s name is Cynthia. We’ve been pretty much best friends since freshman year. She’s in my wedding party,” Marion held up her phone. They were at a beach in bikini’s. “She’s the one taksim escort on my right.”

Cynthia was a tall, blonde, curvaceous, leaning -towards-chubby, athletic, Scandinavian type.

“She’s hot.”

“You’ll meet her, she’s coming right after orientation. She’s not dating anyone that I know of right now. You can give her one of your ‘tune ups’. She’s not adverse to one night stands and recreational sex, so, who knows? It’ll make me happy knowing she’s getting fucked good.”

Marion noticed the sheet rising. She stroked my cock over the sheet, “Mr. Cock is quite an active guy, isn’t he?”

“He likes you.”

“I think he likes more than just me.”

“No, believe me it’s you.”

“I’m honored.”

She pulled the sheet off and played with ‘Mr. Cock’. She got off the bed and onto her knees. I scooted to the edge, laid back and watched. Marion was working it down her throat. She was definitely making progress, but again fell short of her expectations. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth then pulled off her shirt. She shook her settling hair and reached back to undo her bra.

“I owe Mr. Cock something special for his patience.”

She nestled Mr. Cock between her beautiful, firm tits and started giving me an unbelievable titty fuck.

“Shit, that feels good,” I started humping her tits and Marion’s mouth took it in on the upstroke.

After a while, Marion sat back and I felt the firm weight of her tits slide from my cock. She reached over and grabbed a condom from the dozen box I had on the floor from last night. She popped a button and unzipped her shorts, then rolled back tucking her legs, pulling off her shorts and thong. She flung them aside.

She rose on her knees and rolled the condom on my cock then stood, got on the bed, and straddled my hips. She reached under and back.

My sarcastic smile reflected my surprise, “I thought you were too sore.”

There was a curtain of hair where her head was bent and her back was rounded mecidiyeköy escort and she ignored my comment. I felt a no-nonsense grip maneuver my cock and when her moist cunt made contact, her head rose up with eyes that flashed with urgent desire. With a tight smile she paused to explain, “My inner ‘ho’ needs fucking,” then eased herself down with a grimace that expanded as she hissed, “Oh, Goddd… that hurts sooo good!…”

With a look of shameless pleasure and whorish lust, Marion leaned in and kissed me until she couldn’t, “Uh, Uhhh…,” Marion worked my cock deep inside; her hands pressed on my chest. She gasped, “…my ‘ho’ wants it rough.”

She took my hands and placed them on her tits. She squeezed mine roughly over them and enjoyed the hard sucking and quick, sharp bites I knew she wanted.

“Yeah, fuck me hard…yes,yesYESS!…FUCK ME!… OH,!YEAAHH!I’MCUMMMING!!..

I pinched her nipples hard and held on when she came. Her nipples snapped loose from my fingers as she arched and squirted. I held her hips and fucked upwards hard and fast. Marion’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she grabbed frantically at my wrists and fingers,

“…Ahhh!shit!YEAH!FUCK!!FUUUUCK!!!…,”

then pried them loose and rolled off onto the bed.

She was fetal, and shivering, holding her cunt and cumming. Subvocal sounds were punctuated by keening whines. I rubbed her back and shoulders feeling her body hum with intense pleasure. She was oblivious to all outside stimuli.

I love when women cum and Marion was incredible to watch.

She regained some sense and looked quickly back in disbelief before burying her head into the mattress again. She calmed with less spasms and more pauses, like a child in troubled sleep.

I continued rubbing her back and shoulders and she acknowledged my soothing attempts with another look backward and thankful smile. She finally straightened her legs and relaxed to her back. Scooting away from the wet spot, she lazily reached up and pulled me down on top of her. I buried my face in her hair.

She nibbled my ear and her voice was soft and dreamy, “You make me want to fuck ALL THE TIME.”

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End of Part 2