Announcement Note: Despite what this flash forward implies, the general tone of this story is fairly light-hearted(things won't end up ALL bad for poor Colin). The next couple chapters are a good litmus test. That said, some characters will definitely be hurt by Cin's antics, so ymmv. Stay safe folks, i'll put a warning in the future if things are gonna get mean.
Chapter 1
“Cin?”
The voice came after a timid knock at the door. It sounded vaguely familiar. Which probably meant it was very familiar, if Cin wasn’t so distracted right now.
“Uh, yeah?” Cin answered, and Riley let one of her hands off the door to slap at her.
“Don’t answer him you fucking idi–”
Cin slapped a hand over her mouth, and with one casual step forward pushed Riley’s tits against the door and found one extra inch inside of her.
“Can I help you?” Cin asked the voice.
“It’s Colin…”
“HAH!”
“What?”
“Nothing, sorry, what can I do for you, Colin?” Cin asked. She felt Riley trying to bite at her fingers, but the girl kept losing focus each time Cin bottomed out. This chick’s deep-spot must be mind-numbing.
“Can you, like, open the door?”
“Sorry buddy, naked yoga, tossing on clothes would totally fuck my vibes,” Cin answered, very thankful for all the cardio hours she’d put in. She was absolutely plowing Riley, and wasn’t even breathing hard.
“Oh.. okay, it doesn’t really sound like yoga?”
Cin didn’t answer, letting the rhythmic shaking of the thin dorm room door speak for itself.
After a few seconds, she heard Colin take the kind of breath that came before something big.
“IneedyoutostophangingoutwithRiley!” He blurted, and Cin felt the dirty bitch on her gock clench tighter than a workshop vice. A spray of hot liquid splattered against Cin’s thighs and feet. Her fingers vibrated with a long moan, and Cin had to stifle a chuckle herself.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips to Riley’s ear. Her hand was really the only thing holding the girl up right now, besides her cock and the door.
“Did you just cum like a showerhead when your boyfriend asked me to stop seeing you?” Cin whispered, quiet enough only Riley could hear, loud enough she could hear the cruel laughter in her tone.
Obviously, Cin knew the answer, but the extra quivers she got in response to her words would have confirmed it.
She really just wanted to make Riley give her a shaky little nod though, to admit it to herself, and the little minx didn’t disappoint.
Lips that had been trying so hard to bite the fingers tight against them now laid a soft kiss, and Riley pushed a pussy that was apparently still hungry back against Cin’s hips.
“Cin?” Colin asked.
“Hmm?” Cin asked, despite the context, almost having forgotten the poor kid was there. “Oh, right, yeah, don’t worry buddy! All good!”
“R-really?”
“Totally. I know we flirt a bit, but I think we’ve gotten it out of our systems. Once I’m done with her she’s all yours,” Cin said. She let her hand fall off of Riley’s mouth, and wrapped it lightly around her neck. She wondered if maybe tonight’s girlfriend wanted in to the conversation.
“Unh, wha-, oh! Don’t worry baby!” Riley gasped, “I can’t wait to show you what Cin’s teaching me!”
“Riley!? Wh-what are you doing in there!?” Colin whined, Cin could hear the whistle of a throat tightening in panic. Which gave her an idea.
She closed her hand around Riley’s own neck, cutting off whatever response she might have had in the barrel.
“Yoga! Like I said!” Cin chuckled. “Riley can stretch like no-one I’ve ever seen, buddy, for real, you’ve got a prodigy on your hands!”
That wasn’t a lie. For a mostly chaste freshman to accommodate Cin? She was typically experienced girls only, at least if they wanted to enjoy themselves. But Riley had been cumming like a firehose since two minutes in.
Cin knew what Colin was packing, she tended to use the boy’s locker room, and the gym was where she had met this lucky couple.
He was fine. Perfectly average, maybe a little above in fact.
Which meant he was fucked. Turned out, Riley was a born size queen, only able to find satisfaction with something that would rip most girls in half.
“O-oh,” Colin stuttered. It was a tone of voice Cin knew well. He didn’t beleive what she was saying for a goddamn second. But he was going to choose to believe it, because believing what his good sense was telling him was a road to madness. “That’s cool… so, you’ll stop hanging out with her after this?”
“Sure, man, she’s your girl,” Cin said, rolling her eyes. She felt for the dude a little bit, but come on, preeeeeety insecure to order his girlfriend to stop seeing someone. “Last thing I want is to move in on another big dog’s bitch!”
“Okay, good!” Colin said, the slightest bit of steel in his voice. Whatever copium his mind was feeding him had convinced him he’d won this, at least a little bit.
“Still see you two for PT sessions though, right?” Cin asked. Her hips hadn’t stopped slapping against Riley’s firm cheeks for a second. “I put in waaaaay too much work on that ass for you to lose it buddy!”
“Oh, sure… yeah, sure!” He said, apparently warming up to the idea, so long as Cin wouldn’t be alone with Riley.
Like that would stop her. She wasn’t kidding about that ass, maybe next time Colin would find out Riley didn’t have what it took to satisfy him either.
“You sure you’re okay, honey?” He asked, and Cin bottomed out, actually lifting Riley off the floor with her hips.
“GOD YES!” Riley screamed, then clapped her own hand over her mouth.
That hadn’t been very nice of Cin, but good comedy seldom was.
“Oh, al-alright, I can tell I’m bothering you. I’ll see you in a bit, honey.”
A pause, with no sound but heavy breathing and the slight friction of Cin grinding into Riley, not taking out an inch.
“I- I love you…”, Colin said and goddammit if his girlfriend didn’t cum on Cin’s cock again.
“Ooohhhh I love you too, baby!” Riley moaned. Cin pulled her back by the chin, so that before she was finished speaking, she was looking Cin right in the eyes.
Cin laid a soft kiss on those quivering lips. Riley had been such a good girl.
Footsteps in the hallway, and Cin was ready to keep turning her into a bad one.
Riley mewled pathetically as Cin lifted her off her cock by the neck, wrapping an arm around her hips to toss her across the room onto the bed.
That impromptu flight session woke Riley up a bit, and she caught herself, rising up on her elbows. Her eyes were wild as Cin stalked towards her.
“Oh my god, we just–”
Her mouth hung open, as Cin knelt on the bed, a leg on either side of Riley’s left shoulder and cock throbbing an inch above her lips.
“We still are, baby,” Cin chuckled. She traced her fingers down the trim tummy she’d helped Riley build, then, after a moment to collect some cypriene, hooked them inside of her.
Riley’s hips rose up, trying to force herself deeper onto Cin’s fingers, but she didn’t know what was good for her. As Cin chuckled and began to stroke just a few inches in, Riley let out a gasp that all the sweeter for Cin being able to feel it on her cock.
“C’mon,” Cin cooed, trying to stop herself from laughing at the squirming girl beneath her, “you heard your boyfriend, it’s the last time. Gotta make it last.”
She tapped her cock twice against Riley’s slightly parted lips, then redoubled her efforts downstairs.
When Riley opened her mouth to moan again, Cin didn’t give it anywhere to go.
Cin threw her head back as her other head entered those lips, groaning in satisfaction. When she opened her eyes again, that brought her face to face with herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.
Shit she looked good. An ash blonde godess, jacked out of her mind, throbbing cock buried in today's conquest's throat.
She couldn'r resist giving herself a little Patrick Bateman flex.
Still, 'buried' had been a strong word. While Riley’s pussy might have surprised Cin, there was no replacement for experience when it came to sucking dick.
Okay, maybe there was one, but like so many women, Riley had been cursed with a gag reflex.
Still, she did her best to make up for it with enthusiasm, between the bouts of ecstatic paralysis Cin kept pulling out of her.
Eventually the poor thing just couldn’t keep moving her head.
That was fine.
Cin wasn’t even tired.
She gathered Riley’s brunette bob in her free hand, and pressed her up and close.
‘Gluk!!!’
There it was. The most beautiful sound in the world.
She felt Riley’s nails dig into the back of her thigh, and paused, just long enough to let her tap out if she needed too.
Her hand relaxed, and with what little strength she had left, she pushed herself deeper.
That was all Cin needed.
Soon, Riley’s sloppy mouth had made enough of a mess on Cin’s sheets she was definitely going to have to do laundry before sleeping here again.
A thick mess of pre and spit dripped down her chin, big brown eyes wider than seemed possible as Cin did her level best to breed her throat.
It was, unfortunately, fruitless. After 15 minutes of facefucking, if Riley’s throat was going to accept more than half of her, it would have by now.
Cin yanked her off one last time, and pulled her fingers out of Riley’s pussy. She cupped Riley’s cheek in her hand, looking down at her with the closest thing to love she could muster.
“Good job baby,” she said, laughing at the angelic smile her words put on Riley’s mascara-and-spit-streaked face. She ran her thumb over her lips, and Riley sucked it greedily into her mouth, kissing it like it would win her a prize.
“You ready to finish up?” Cin asked, popping her thumb out of Riley’s mouth.
Riley’s eyes were half lidded, pleasure and exhaustion making her grasp on her surroundings pretty tenuous. She understood well enough to nod though, and bite the lower of those pretty plump lips in anticipation
5 minutes later, Cin roared in exultation as she unloaded straight into Riley’s womb. She could have pulled out of the leg lock the girl had her in, but why the fuck would she?
After they each finished shuddering, Cin for the first time, Riley having lost count, Cin just let her arms go limp. She fell full weight onto Riley, bringing the ankle she had on her shoulder fully into contact with Riley’s ear.
“Oh my god, Cin, stop,” Riley giggled, pushing fruitlessly at her shoulders.
“Can’t,” Cin answered, monotone, trying to sound more tired than she actually was. “Gotta stay like this. Dr. Phil says it helps to make sure I knock you up.”