The day was a crush of classes, homework, study groups, and trying to find a few minutes to stuff some food into my face. At the start of college, I decided to be honest with myself and admit that while I was a good student, I was not a great student. And while I wanted to succeed, I also wanted to socialize. A compromise I made with myself was to pack as much of my school demands – including finding a good study group to keep me focused – into the first 3 days of the week. That left my Thursday and Fridays largely open and I could blow off steam and cut loose. Come Sunday morning I would clean myself up and be ready to play “Mr. Perfect Student” for another half of a week. This system worked well for me, and lead me to live a double life in some ways:  one group of friends new me as a book worm, always the first in the lab and studying hard in the library. But another group of friends new me as a night owl that wasn’t afraid of a good time.

Today was Wednesday, and my unofficial “weekend” was about to start as I dragged myself back across campus towards my last 4:00 PM lecture. As I collapsed into a bus seat and reached for my nearly empty water bottle, my phone buzzed with a text.

[Dyland] [Usual group are meeting up at Ricks. You down?]

Ugh, a night out sounded fun but I was wiped out from the long day. Usually I spent my Wednesday nights laying low with some of my study-buddies watching TV or chatting somewhere quiet around campus. I liked a good drink and raucous atmosphere, but I needed to recharge too. I was about to politely decline when another message arrived.

[Dyland][Tiffany is going to be there… ]

My eyes widened slightly at reading that name. Tiffiny. My mood instantly shifted and my exhausted faded as my stomach twisted slightly. I tried to play it cool, as if instead of texting a mutual friend I was talking to Tiffiny herself.

[Oh yea? That’s cool, maybe I’ll swing by if I get the chance. I am kinda beat after classes]

[Rofl, sure dude. See you there at 7:00ish]

Was I that obvious last time we all hung out? Tiffiny didn’t go to our school, and we had only met a few times. We had gotten to know each other well last time she was in town and spent most of one night at the bar talking. She was a stunning girl, huge bright smile and gorgeous dark eyes and dark ombre hair. Though much shorter than me, she wore heels and short dresses that called attention to her long tone legs. I usually was lost in the sparkle of her eyes and the radiance of her smile, but I wasn’t blind to the full chest and round butt that was visible under her fitted dresses.

Tiffiny lived at home with her parents while commuting to a smaller school a couple hours away. She would come up to visit Robin – a mutual friend that was part of the group – every few months. For us it was just another night out, another weekend. But for her it was probably a special event. The big university social life being a pleasant escape from living at home in a small town with Mom and Dad. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I’d always had a great time when she was around. Something I wished would happen more regularly.

I quickly grabbed a refill of my drink and dashed into my last lecture of the day, knowing that I would have time to get home and clean up before running to the bar. I would eat my hat if my friends made it anywhere close to 7:00 PM anyhow.

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As I stood in the disgusting bathroom of Ricks, with the trashcan wedged under the door handle and the warm sensation of Tiffany’s mouth slowly engulfing my cock, I realized that I was half right about my friends being late.

I had showed up on time, 7:00 PM on the dot, and wasn’t surprised to see the bar mostly empty with my friends nowhere to be seen. This was by design, as I was looking forward to a quick drink to slack my thirst and calm my nerves. What I was surprised to see was Tiffany herself, with only our mutual friend Robin there. Robin saw me immediately and waved me over with the enthusiasm of someone that had clearly been day drinking.

“JEFF! JEEEEFFFFFF! Jeff. Jeff. Jeff. Over here!!”

After ordering a drink to try and catch up with the two, the conversation started to flow and I was drawn into chatting with Tiffany, who was much more composed than Robin. Her smile and laugh as wonderful as I had remembered, it was easy to reconnect after not talking for a couple months. Her dark eyes were beautiful pools of joy that could almost keep me from noticing her gorgeous curves. Not long into my first drink Robin needed to make a phone call and excused herself. At the same time, Tiffany picked up her drink and lead us to the empty dance floor, which was less of a dance floor and more a dark corner that the music was loud enough to give some sense of privacy.

The next half hour was a master class in ramping up sexual tension between the two of us, driven largely by Tiffany. I reflected on this while looking at Tiffany kneeling on the floor of the bathroom and felt her gentle grasp on the base of my cock while she lovingly sucked the top half of my penis – her tongue playing a delicate dance of pleasure on my head and her lips tightly gripping my shaft. My dick radiated heat as small waves of pleasure sent a shiver up my spine. Tiffany had likely planned this from the jump, our conversation was more flirty and her behavior more suggestive than it had ever been before. On the dance floor she had slowly seduced me starting with gentle arm touches, whispering in my ear, grinding her hips into me as we danced, and finally running her hand down the outside of my pants and feeling my growing penis as she pulled me in for one of the best kisses of my life.

Even I could take that hint.

“Holy shit you have a nice cock” Tiffany said with a small gasp of air as she stroked my throbbing cock with her hand as she quickly caught her breath. “But damn is that a lot of pre-cum!”

“Ah, heh, sorry about that.” I said, worried that the moment was at risk of being ruined.

“Don’t apologize. Its hot.” Tiffany responded winking, as she took a moment to lovingly swallow the majority of my shaft. Her delicate, yet confident progress of working more and more of my member into her mouth as she ramped up the pleasure had my vision swimming from just a few minutes.

“pre-cum is a sign of someone being turned on,” Tiffany continued between mouthfuls “I like that you’re so into this” she continued with a wry smile*.*

Tiffany took her hand and lifted my shirt as she scooted closer and started to increase the intensity of her work. My cock glistened with her saliva as I saw her head bob up and down, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth reach nearly to the base of my shaft. As she moved her hand from shirt down to my pants she pushed me back so that I leaned gently up against the wall. Instinctively I reached out and carefully grabbed a fist full of her hair. With my eyes locked on her beautiful lips working up and down my cock, I felt her hand release my belt and then drop my jeans to my ankles.

I could hear – and feel – a soft moan come from Tiffany as she herself became more turned on, clearly enjoying the feeling of my dick in her mouth and my hand on her head. Slowing for a moment I could see her enjoying the sight of my cock in her delicate had, soaking in her spit and swollen with excitement. As she deliberately ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip of the head and effortlessly took my whole cock into her mouth again, I could feel my own excitement climbing rapidly. With her now free hand, she reached up and began to play with my balls, the cool touch sending a shiver down my back.

I was immediately distracted by how my balls felt in her hand. It felt good. No, far more than just good, it felt incredible. My sack felt swollen too, like it was fuller and more sensitive than ever before. I would have been confused by this sensation had new crashing waves of pleasure not struck me dumb as Tiffany began to deep throat me. Never before had I been with a woman that even tried, and Tiffany – sweet bubbly Tiffany who still lives at home because of conservative parents – was sliding my cock deep down her throat, my balls pressed up against her chin.

Grabbing my hips, she pulled me up off the wall I was leaning on and threw herself at my cock like if she gave less than 100% for even a moment she would surely die. My toes curled in ecstasy as I felt my testicles tighten immediately. The wet slurping sound as Tiffany used her tongue, lips, hands, and throat to send me over the edge was barely audible as I was incoherent from the blinding pleasure. Somehow a small part of my brain was able to function well enough to choke out

“You’re making me cum”

With the casual grace and sexiness I now came to expect, Tiffany adjusted position slightly to suck and lick my nut while stroking me with her hand. Had I been able to see straight, I would have marveled at how this beautiful woman showed no concern about getting jizz on her beautiful dress and carefully done up hair and makeup.  As my full body clenched for what felt like an earth-shattering orgasm, I slumped back against the wall, my legs too wobbly to hold me up straight. With a guttural moan of raw pleasure, I released what felt like an unbearable burden to hold any longer.

My cum shot splattered all over Tiffany’s beautiful dress. Huge ropes of ejaculate landed on her shoulder, her chin, even some in her beautiful hair; the white jizz strikingly visible on her dark hair. After the first few moments a part of me instinctively expected to be finished, already amazed by the size of my orgasm, but another part of me somehow knew I wasn’t. More cum – as thick and violent as the first – continued to erupt from my rock-hard dick. Her dress now totally covered, Tiffany stopped stroking my dick and looked as pleasantly stunned as I felt. More hot white cum landed all over her hand and arm, her legs and even her classy high heel shoes not being spared. As the last – though still considerable – sprays of my dick finished I noticed that on the floor alone there was enough seamen to impress even the biggest cum slut.

We both stood in stunned silence. Tiffany still on her knees, now covered in my cum and literally dripping pools of it in a few places. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, pants and underwear around my ankles and my cock still fully erect while 1 last drip of cum hung off the tip. Despite the soul-devouring orgasm that left me nearly breathless, there was somehow a renewed “weight” in my balls, that sense of an unbearable burden had returned, and was growing stronger.

Without much thought, I took a purposeful step forward and helped Tiffany to her feet. I pushed her up against the stall wall and with 2 handfuls of her perfect, round ass I picked her up into my arms. Kissing her deeply while barely keeping my balance, I felt her hand reach down to my cock. With Tiffany’s guiding hand, I pressed both of us into the stall and slid deep inside of her soaking wet pussy, my erection as firm as ever and my lust unabated.

“Jesus Christ” Tiffany moaned in my ear as I slowly moved in and out of her tight vag, careful not to plunge too deep too quickly without giving her a moment of warm up. Half of my mind was still lost in pleasure, the excitement that never fully ebbed starting to rise again. But half of me was confused, and perhaps a tiny bit concerned.

“What the fuck? I feel like I haven’t cum in weeks, but… how is that possible?” I thought to myself as I slowly picked up rhythm and started thrusting a little deeper. The wet slop of my balls started to grow louder as Tiffany’s pussy gushed wetness down my cock and her louder moans spurred us both on.

I could still see the cum that covered her dress, hair, arms, and legs. There was still a glob of it hanging off her chin, as she arched her back in growing pleasure. The floor looked like an orgy had been in the bathroom and I had to be careful I didn’t slip on the cum that was all over my shoes and pants. Yet the fullness of my balls, and the growing pleasure radiating down my cock and up my back to my scalp felt like I hadn’t cum in ages.

Further investigative thought was shunted from my brain as Tiffany yanked the top of her dress down and her beautiful, gravity defying tits greeted my eyes. The sight of her incredible tits, gently swaying and bouncing with every thrust, was enough to push me to the edge. Holding her tightly by the ass, I started to thrust with my full length, her wetness now soaking down my genitals and onto my thighs.

Tiffany’s neck was now craned back, her hands gripping the back of my neck, her fingers digging into my skin. She arched her back as her mouth hung open in a silent scream. The arrival of her orgasm punctuated by sharp inward breaths. Her pleasure built and built until a large red flush grew from her chest up her neck and onto her face. The sound of my balls smacking her could surely be heard out in the bar, but not even the world ending would stop us as we were locked in beautiful ecstasy.

As Tiffany’s rolling orgasm continued, I felt myself hit the point of no return. I never had incredible stamina but something about this night had me reaching orgasm more easily and more powerfully than ever before. Using 1 hand and the stall wall to keep Tiffany balanced, I grabbed a hand full of her gorgeous round tit and fucked her tight pussy with everything I had as my own orgasm arrived like a freight train.

Long past the point of reasonable protection, I began pumping my load deep inside her gorgeous cunt. I slowed my stroke to a more moderate pace, Tiffany herself started coming down from her own orgasm. Each pulse of cum was met with a pump of my cock, visibly moving as I shot jets of ejaculate deep inside of her. As with last time, my instinct of when I would be nearing the finish was way off, and as my moderate pace continued more and more cum began to ooze out of Tiffany.

8 pumps. I could feel her filing up, white ejaculate started to climb down my shaft.

10 pumps. More cum splatted onto the floor, my orgasmic pleasure still peaking and my legs becoming increasingly wobbly. Tiffany began to look down with me as we watched the crude act unfold.

13 pumps. The puddle of jizz on the floor had become obscene. The sound of more globs falling to the floor now sounded like a splash as the puddle deepened.

14 pumps.  The entire bathroom smelled of sex in an almost over powering way. I pulled out, sensing that things are finally starting to slow down. Tiffany grabbed my dick and lightly striked me as more cum erupted, no longer ropes but still spraying all over us.

18 pumps. My monstrous cock, still standing erect and triumphant had finally stopped. Just a slow dribble of white oozing out the tip. Tiffany and I stared at each other in stunned silence.

My brain is awash in endorphins as I stared at the mess I had made of this beautiful woman, her cheeks and chest still flush from the orgasm we achieved together. But the weight of my balls was still there. My dick was still hard. The unbearable burden started to grow again.