Body Comfort Day


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Interracial, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: He helps Stephanie and Maria celebrate Body Comfort Day at college.

Two heads poked into my door.

"Hi Matthew!" yelled Maria, as she walked into my room, her generous bosom bouncing hypnotically with each step. "Have I ever told you you're my bestest friend?" she asked curiously.

I sighed with mock exasperation. "What do you two want?"

"Nothing," replied Stephanie, stepping in behind her friend and coworker. She smiled as innocently as a cat playing with its prey, but even so, it lit up her face beautifully. I couldn't help but smile as well. I had had a crush on her since we had met over two years ago, at college orientation. Imagine my delight when I found out I would get to see her every day, since we were both RAs this year, along with Maria, for the same dorm. Both girls had frequented my daydreams in our time together, and I often caught myself fantasizing about them during our meetings instead of paying attention. It didn't help that Maria was brazenly flirtatious, often going braless, bending over in front of me, or commenting on my hardness during hugs, even in front of Stephanie, making her blush as red as a rose. Even so, it hadn't escaped my notice that after Maria's announcement that I was erect during a goodbye hug, Stephanie would often linger longer and tighter with her own.

"Although..." Maria began, "we wouldn't mind if you would promise to help us for a dorm event we're gonna plan for Body Comfort Day coming up ... It's Sunday, and we need some help still." She smiled widely, batted her green eyes, clasped her hands behind her back and stuck out her chest. She could have asked me to donate a kidney. I probably would have at the sight of her pert D cups straining against the tight, black sweater she was wearing.

I hmmmed for a few seconds, not trusting myself to make English sentences until some blood returned to my brain, before finally responding. "Well ... will I get a special reward... ?"

They both grinned and Stephanie answered, "Of course! So will you do it?"

I held up both hands in surrender. "If it means that much to you, I'll do it for you two. Just tell me what I can do to help."

"Well we're going to work on snacks for it Saturday. Just come by the prep room at, like, threeish?" instructed Stephanie. "Is that OK with you?" I nodded and she replied, "Great! See you then!"

Maria walked up and gave me a tight hug, gently sashaying her hips back and forth against my stiff cock. "Ooooh!" she cooed, linking her hands together behind her back and pulling me tightly against her, preventing me from escaping. She continued to softly grind against me for a second before commenting, "You're really hard today. Bye Matthew!" and breaking the hug.

After that, Stephanie came forward with a sympathetic look on her face for the embarrassment Maria had just caused me and gave me a softer hug, although still tight enough for me to feel her press herself against my still-stiff crotch ever so subtly. The thought of her feeling my excitement, feeling my desire for her, gave me a wicked thrill, and I gently squeezed her a bit closer against me. I was rewarded with a slight gasp that fled her lips before she could regain control. I smiled to myself and we parted, a slight blush leaving her cheeks, and she turned to go, bidding me goodbye as she did. Maria and Stephanie walked out the door, their ample assets swinging back and forth like two skirt-clad metronomes on their way out. I sat there staring until they were out of sight before standing up, locking the door, and reaching for the nearby hand lotion.

I unzipped my fly, reached into the straining fabric of my boxers, pulled out the hard, pulsating organ within, spilled some lotion into my palm and began to slowly work my hand up and down the shaft, lubricating it in preparation. I placed one hand at the base to steady my cock, and with the other I patiently worked my way up and down its curved length. I tightened my grip, squeezing firmly as my hand reached the glans, pumping the shaft steadily as I let my imagination roam free.

I imagined Stephanie and I lying in bed completely naked, wearing nothing but each other's arms. Her straight black hair hid her big, beautiful, brown eyes seductively. Our lips met passionately and repeatedly, unable to bear being apart. No sooner had we separated than our mouths sought their partner out anew. Our hands roamed adventurously. Mine found her toned ass, spanked her, made her moan wordlessly, made her sigh with pleasure. Hers wandered towards my dick and felt my hardness as she gasped in pleasantly impressed surprise.

I imagined impaling Stephanie upon my rigid cock, watching her petite tits bounce jubilantly as she rode my cock to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her plum colored lips parted as she moaned my name loudly without inhibition or restraint, unable to contain her pleasure. My hands squeezed her breasts, caressed them, massaged them in circles as I held her pebble-hard nipples between my middle fingers and pointers, softly pinching them rhythmically.

Every bump as my individual fingers passed the crown of my dick brought a spike in pleasure. The orgasmic tide growing deep within me grew higher and higher, my heart raced, my hand was now a blur as I jerked my cock to climax. I changed my grip so put more pressure on the underside of my shaft just beneath the head, where I was most sensitive. My head tilted back and my lips opened reflexively as I neared my goal. An irresistible warm tingling grew inside the tip of my dick. I knew the end would come soon. Any sort of complex fantasy I might have imagined vanished and all I could focus on was the simple thought of Stephanie. Suddenly I felt strong convulsions from my balls as I watched my cock tremor, shooting out four jets of creamy-white cum across the room. I exhaled loudly, glad for the blessed relief. Semen began to drip from me as I exhaustedly slowed my manual motions, panting heavily while bathing in a warm afterglow of satisfaction, thoughts of Stephanie still on my mind. I weakly grabbed a tissue and began to dab at my newly flaccid penis, wishing that my reward would in some way resemble my fantasy.

I knocked on the door of the prep room, inhaling deeply the smell of chocolate coming from inside. After a moment's pause, the door opened, revealing Maria wearing an apron, a smile, and seemingly nothing else. I glanced down at her chest threatening to flow out of her apron. Although her cleavage was hidden by the thin fabric, which, I noticed, did little to hide how erect her nipples were as they poked easily through the apron, the firm, ivory flesh of her breasts was exposed on the sides, and she looked one sudden movement away from falling out the sides. I hoped for an earthquake, regardless of our East Coast location. She noticed my gaze and greeted me. "You're here! Nice outfit, huh?" She spun around, confirming that, yes, she was only wearing an apron. I caught only a glance of her behind, but its smooth curves lingered in my mind. "We've just been making some chocolates for Sunday." She pointed behind her at Stephanie working at the table. "Steph's working on banana centers for the chocolate penis bars we're making. That's what you're helping with," she informed me with a sly grin.

I looked down the room at Stephanie. Her beautiful eyes that lifted up at the edges, those distinctly Asian eyes that had first drawn me to her, were intently focused on her hands. Her hands were carefully paring down a banana, making it slightly skinnier and shorter, presumably to make it fit better into the "penis bars," whatever those would end up being. My own eyes were soon intently focused on her mouth, where she was currently holding a thick banana. Her lovely lips were wrapped tightly around it, holding it in place. They formed a perfect O encircling that lucky banana. Her cheeks sank in and out as she softly sucked the shaft. My boxers immediately tightened as I felt my dick growing in response to seeing her fellate her food. She finally noticed me, looked up, and waved happily. She tried to say something before realizing that her mouth was still full. She hurriedly pulled the banana out of her mouth as her cheeks flushed the color of a ripened peach. My heart skipped a beat and ached. What had I done to deserve such delectable torture? "Come see what we've made so far, Matthew," she said, signaling me over.

Maria walked in front of me as we went over, and I took the opportunity to study her ass in finer detail. I hadn't realized she was as well-endowed behind as she was in front. My gaze followed her thick thighs up to her behind, lingered on her curves, and finally came to a rest contentedly studying her cheeks. With each step one quivered and jiggled slightly. I had to hold my hand still to keep it from reaching out and spanking her. I settled for pretending not to notice she had stopped. I kept walking until I bumped into her, pressing the hardness of my cock against the softness of one cheek while "accidentally" grabbing her other cheek.

"Sorry," I hastily apologized, but Maria just winked at me and told me not to worry. I looked down at the chocolates on the table already and bit my lip. They were chocolate breasts, about two inches across, and rendered with erotic detail. Even a faint line separating the areola from the rest of the breast was visible, while the nipple proudly poked skyward. I picked one up and asked, "Can I try one? They look wonderful."

Maria turned to Stephanie, who looked at me, smiling proudly, and responded. "Of course. I designed those, actually."

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