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way over Anita, gripping the bed sheets and forcing myself to
stop. I was seconds away from cumming. I watched as she came again, her body
shuddering around my prick. Her pussy clamped down hard, and the sensation was
almost enough to send me over the edge. I gasped, holding back my orgasm.

 
    "Now tell me what you
want," I managed to exhale.

 
    " Fuck me in the ass, "
Anita sobbed. My God, these girls would do anything I wanted. I pulled out of
her and reached for the bottle of lube on the dresser. Anita writhed against
the edge of the bed as I poured the slick liquid down her cleft, working it
into her tight opening with one finger. I pushed it inside her, watching her
body arch in response. I coated my hand in the stuff and slid two fingers
inside of her, then three. She whined impatiently.

 
    Even if she wasn't the girl I
wanted, this was going to be the hottest sex I'd had in a long while.

 
    I withdrew my fingers and
lubricated my cock, teasing myself a little before pummeling Anita's virgin
asshole. This was going to feel good. I gripped her little ass and pushed myself
inside. She clenched the bed sheets tightly as I plundered her, fucking her
deep with each stroke. I loved the way her little body was impaled around my
cock. It set off a firestorm inside me, and I wanted to watch her do even
nastier things. I closed my eyes again and imagined she was Kyleen, that my
hands were gripping that nice plump ass that she tormented me with every day. I
almost came again.

 
    "Put it in your mouth,"
I demanded. Without saying a word, Anita knelt in front of me and put my cock
in her mouth. She looked up at me with her big dark eyes all the while, until I
came all over her Barbie-doll body.

 
    ****

 
 
 
    Kyleen

 
 
 
    I lifted up the corner of the
blanket ever so slightly and peeked out. I sucked my breath in sharply when I
saw who it was. It was a scruffy-looking boy, maybe only a couple of years
older than I was. He looked like one of the rock climbers, and he was dressed
pretty simply, in a pair of soiled khaki pants and a faded t-shirt. He was
wearing a scuffed and faded backpack, and a pair of dirty flip-flops. If he
hadn't looked so disheveled, I would have thought he was cute. And his body,
lean and tan, was undeniably attractive.

 
    What the hell was he doing in
here?

 
    "Can't believe those fuckers
started charging for showers," he grumbled to himself. The climbers were
notorious for living as cheaply in the park as possible. I didn't know how they
could stand being such penniless bums.

 
    Then he peeled off his ratty
t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. I sucked my breath in sharply. A dirty
climbing bum or not, he was ripped. I gaped at his bronze body for a second, my
eyes drinking in the sight of his muscular figure. His shoulders were broad and
his arms were big and powerful. His leanness was beautiful, and when his torso
twisted sideways to open up the zipper of his pack, I could see the fibers of
his muscles rippling under his bronze skin. I gaped at his abs, and then a
second later he dropped his pants to the floor as well.

 
    I felt a cold wave wash over me.
Now I felt truly naughty watching him.

 
    His legs were just as beautiful
and muscular as the rest of him, and my eyes danced downwards, taking in the
sight of his magnificent thighs and calves.

 
    What a perfect specimen, I
thought. I'd never seen a boy's body look that hot, ever. I almost gasped out
loud when he pulled his boxers off. I caught a forbidden glimpse of his cock
before he walked into the bathroom adjoining our dorm room, and then I heard
the shower turn on.

 
    I pushed the covers off of me,
suddenly feeling even hotter than I had when I was touching myself.

 
    What was I supposed to do? I
wanted to wait and then hide under the covers again, so I could watch him
dress. I liked spying.

 
    I couldn't believe he had just
snuck in here like that, too, and that he was using our shower. The