After blurting my wish out to him that night, he pulled me over to him and kissed me gently, igniting our fire yet again. “I always knew you’d be ... passionate lover, Kat.” He told me, his voice all husky and deep from the testosterone pumping through his blood. I could feel his erection on my soft stomach, even through the towel wrapped around me, and it sent shivers down my arms and back. He trailed his fingers up my thighs and over my towel-clad breasts to my face where he caressed my cheeks. I went right up to him and petted him and stroked him talking all the time. He seemed to quiet down a little at the sound of my voice but his penis continued to swing and slap in a slow staccato rhythm. I slowly worked my way over the whole of his body until I reached the part he wanted me to attend to. Then I stripped off my cloths and just in my panties, in spite of the cold of the January evening, I started to pleasure him. I had a small jar of Vaseline which I had kept warm in my clothes. I had my own suspicions about my fellow female student's lack of vaginal safety measures because most of the guys that finally got in my pants and went up into my brown eye never bothered with a condom because they were seen as being definitely "not cool". It just stood to reason that when they were navigating my schoolgirl friend's vaginal channels, they didn't want a layer of rubber to rob them of the sensation of the wet and wonderful world of teenage pussy.Anyway, I went on the pill even. It was a few minutes before I felt my fucker swell up and his hot cum sprayed my rectum. It felt so good I cried out blending my voice with that of Jan's as she felt hot sperm shoot into her well fucked cunt. Her guy was fucking her so hard that his cock made squelching sounds as cum sprayed from her cunt. She had so much cum in her that his cock displaced it and with no other place to go had splattered all over the insided of her thighs.The scene was being played out with the other couple as.