My girlfriend and I had spent plenty of nights over at each
other’s dorm rooms, having heavy make-out sessions,
but we were both still virgins, and said we wanted to stay
that way — out loud, at least. One night my girlfriend and
my roommate were both in the room, and all three of us eventually
went to bed — me on the couch (I was still trying to resist
all the urges, for her sake), my girlfriend in my bed, and
my roomy on the top bunk.
I couldn’t get to sleep for hours, though, thinking
about all the different ways I would love to fuck her, and
eventually I got up to go to the bathroom, intending to get
myself off. Then I got an idea. When I came out of the bathroom,
I would just get back into my own bed– casual mistake, I
could say I was just tired and forgot — and see if anything
happened. I did that, and my girlfriend, a short, pretty
brunette with soft, round tits and ass, just scooted over
without a word and let me lay down, spooning her.
She could definitely feel my hard cock riding up her ass,
and soon she started moving up and down on it. I couldn’t
believe it. Soon she turned over and looked in my eyes, and
I saw the same burning lust I was feeling, and we just went
at it. We tried to keep quiet for my roommate (who was even
more straight-laced than me), but we weren’t really
in good control. Soon she lay me on my back and started to
slide every inch of her body down my torso, licking and kissing
all the way, and ended up licking my balls and cock. I was
totally blown away– figuratively and literally! She
had never done it before, and here she was sucking me down
like a popsicle, her hair tickling my thighs so beautifully.
I came pretty quickly, and she swallowed every drop as I
gasped for breath.
“You didn’t have to do that, ” I whispered.
“I know, but I WANTED to, ” she said. You could
hear the capital letters in her voice, even though we were
both whispering. That made me hard again, and she ended
up riding me for the best sex I have ever had, dangling her
C-cups above my face as I grabbed her ass and forced her on
myself again and again.
When we finished, it occurred to me that we might have been
a little louder than I had intended, but I hadn’t heard
a peep from the upper bunk. I climbed out quickly to look,
but it was dark, and I just heard slow breathing, so I thought
we had gotten away without him knowing — until I noticed
his pillow was clasped tightly around his ears! I almost
laughed out loud, but then I just thought, “Ah, fuck
it” — and we did, twice more that night. I married
that girl about a year later, and after four years, she still
knows how to treat me every single time.
