Over the course of several months, my long-distance relationship with Brandy had hit a snag. Brandy secured employment within an urban sweat shop and began working some seventy hours a week, stitching up cheap clothing alongside a horde of illegal immigrant workers. Due to these time constraints, my scrump buddy discontinued her regular visits to my college campus, causing the frequency of our coitus sessions to dwindle and my quim canteen to run dry. Since my cum dumpster girlfriend could no longer expedite travel to visit me on campus, I convinced Skoal to give me a ride to Salt Lake City for a booty call. My genuine objective behind this visit was to replenish my supply of ass, although I had feigned a romantic longing to see my girlfriend after several weeks of only dating my hand.

Once we arrived at Brandy’s apartment, I set Skoal down in front of the television set, turned on a Barney & Friends rerun for him to watch, and then took my wanton love associate back into her bedroom. Brandy was so happy to see me and so anxious to shed off her clothing that she was naked and rolling around with me atop her bed before she could get her bedroom door closed. I too was quite aroused to see Brandy so I quickly let loose the meat from my pants and was soon nuts deep inside her labia.

During the course of the romping episode inside Brandy’s bedroom, I started to pound her vulva walls thin with the repeated insertion of my massive girth. Although she was a Mormon virgin before I had sunk my super-sized schlong inside her, Brandy’s fiending for my johnson had caused her pussy split to somewhat stretch out over the months that we had been together. Because of this regular wear, moist slapping sounds began to be a more common occurrence during sex with the passing months of regular use of her whisker box. These sounds often caused Brandy to feel embarrassed so she occasionally diversified our regular fucking with alternate activities.

While bumping uglies on her bed in front of the headboard mirror, Brandy decided to spice things up a bit by switching positions and trying something new. She made me lie on my back and then sat on my face in a sixty-nine position. At first, having Brandy’s gash in my face was a welcome surprise, even though her bologna lips were caked with natural juices that had begun to solidify into a rubbery gel around their exterior. Moments after her firm buttocks were pressed against my cheeks, however, I caught a strong whiff of dung from Brandy’s dingy corn hole. The offensive olfactory sensation instantly made me lose my wood, despite the top third of my shaft being imbedded inside Brandy’s mouth. Suffering through the putrid smell, I was somewhat relieved to hear the sounds of voices coming from the nearby living room.

Realizing the intrusion, Brandy quickly dismounted me and ran across her bedroom floor toward the open doorway. I barrel-rolled from off the bed and dived to the floor after her. Simultaneously, Brandy and I grabbed her bedroom door and slammed it shut. We both slid down the side of the closed door and came to rest on the carpet, naked. I was confident that we had shut the door before the intruders in the living room had spotted us.