As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.
As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think, “Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.” In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.
Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him, “Mmm, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”
“Fuck YEAH,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”
I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.
I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?
He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is VERY much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…
“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.
“Oh MY,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this BAD and I need it NOW.
Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.
I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and VERY willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and VERY sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my GOD, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud, “Please… put it in… PLEASE… fuck me… PLEASE… Fuck me NOW…”
Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… OK, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank GOD that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is DEFINITELY not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my GOD, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training VERY hard for this moment.
Yet, for all of the training I have done, NONE of it compares to what this feels like for real. FUCK, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a LOT. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… MUCH better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the FUCK is he holding it there????
I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, SLAM, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time. One, I feel him pound deep inside me. Two, his big heavy balls SLAP against my WAY oversensitive clit. Three, I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head. I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.
He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about “Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying, “Fuck YEAH… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing. That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”
With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by THAT?”
“Fuck NO,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a VERY long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a VERY long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I CLENCH around his cock, telling him, “Give me ALL you got… Fuck me hard and long… fuck me until I can’t walk.”