1 comments/ 36248 views/ 3 favorites Brian's Hot Sex Bonanza Enrollment By: IAmTheDevil Brian had been frustrated with the girls in high school. Oh, don't get me wrong. He'd had some good fun. He'd had more than his share of joyously casual flings with hot, nerdy Chem partners on friends' back decks in the spring, and little adventures into the woods with peppy teammates on the way to track practice. He'd certainly savored the joy of making out with an eager beauty at every red traffic light from the prom to the highway, then slowly peeling the sparkling dress off that busty eighteen-year old maiden in a motel parking lot, and escorting the quivering lass, clad in only her thong panties and fancy strappy shoes, all the way to their room. And it wasn't even his date. But that was the problem. Too many of poor Brian's dates just weren't as horny as him. They must have been ruined by lackadaisical boys, too interested in ramming it in for two minutes and wiping it off on their shirts to show a girl what a really swell time her own bod could provide. Such waste! All Brian wanted was to enjoy the sensations of youth -- one set of sensation in particular -- but he needed more eager partners to properly share in the frolic of fluidic communion. Now college - he would be sure that would be different. Many enterprising students select their favored undergraduate institutions based on a wide variety of factors. Are the facilities of a respected quality and size? Are the living arrangements liberal and sufficient? How likely is the average student to be shot purchasing beer in the evening? Brian, however, had a more constricted (if no less enthusiastic) standard in mind. How bad was the reputation for parties? In this inquiry, worse most certainly meant better. His choice was soon made, and preparations began for his new life of four years, or thereabouts. He very nearly shivered all the hot summer long; never had a boy so ached for autumn. That hallowed day soon arrived, orientation weekend. Brian was trembling as he pulled his car into the student lot. He threw his clothes into his dorm room, and asked his new roommate, Tony, about the night's inevitable parties. Tony seemed knowledgeable about what was going down; Brian got the impression that Tony had lived nearby prior to enrollment, but truth be told Brian actually wasn't really listening to any of their conversation beyond the time and location of the party, including the parts were he was saying things himself. No, his mind was elsewhere - he'd already seen some scorchingly hot girls kissing their moms and dads goodbye, standing there on the lawn in their sweatpants and flip-flops, or jean skirts and t-shirts, hands and shoulders burdened with laundry bags no doubt packed to bursting with satin scanties and plum panties and cozy bedthings. If this school was anything like he'd heard, those youth leadership representatives and athletes of the week would be aching to get laid as soon as the folks had driven away. In mere hours their sweet bodies would be completely naked and enjoying their first of countless long nights of decadent recreation! The evening couldn't come soon enough. He made certain he'd dressed his absolute best, as he strode into the off-campus building housing the bash, literally a big, old house. He even wore his best silk boxers, which felt so good against his body he almost had an erection already, but he knew they'd feel much better sliding down his legs and to his toes. College was to be a total bacchanal, nearly half a decade of sensual relief after the rigors of high school, and an extended kiss blown toward young vigor and health, just prior to entering the adult world. That was the only valid purpose of higher education to Brian, and he couldn't wait to begin. The very first sounds he heard as he entered the building, before even any voices rose above the level of indiscriminate noise, were the juicy smacks of wet kisses under loud music. Right by the door a tasty young couple were enjoying a prolonged interaction, the busty blonde female half of the equation clad in only a tiny skirt and a spaghetti-strap belly shirt. Her big boobies were being squeezed by her honey as they kissed, right in front of everyone. And spread out all before him, mouths were stuffed with moist tongues, squishy thighs and asses were being caressed and massaged, and girlish squeals were rising with the thick, spicy marijuana smoke to the ceiling. Pot and beer was everywhere. The music was booming and frisky - a gaggle of five tall, leggy soccer-looking girls were kicking their bare feet and legs out. All that was snuggling their butts and pussies were cotton and lace panties, pearl and ruby and lime. They sloppily smooched, and honked each other's nipples through their shirts often. This. This would be a good party. Brian just needed to find an unoccupied young woman that struck his fancy, and two seconds' inquiry revealed one right over on the couch. The lass was a ravishing freshman swimmer, just arrived from a religious high school, as he'd eventually learn. She had short, choppy black hair, and freckles all over her round cheeks. She was quite a doll, about five foot five in her brown wooly socks. Just a little curvy, with supple breasts and a jiggly butt under her sweater and baggy jeans. It was those socks, though, that Brian had initially spotted, and then her green eyes as she checked him out from the sofa, her feet kicked up onto a table, her fifth or sixth cup of beer in one hand and a fat blunt in the other. Brian sat right down next to her, and she smirked rosily as he gave greetings. She blew smoke right in his face, and he breathed it right in. They flirted gently for a few minutes. Brian complimented her on her socks, and she raised her feet over from the table to her lap to give him a better look as she reclined off to the side. Very soon, he was rubbing those little feet through those thick socks. She cooed as she took monster hits, and she rested her massaged toes on his pants and belly as he continued to rub. Soon, the beer and the blunt were put down on the table behind her head. They'd hardly said a hundred words to one another before she pulled her feet back and her body forward into an Indian-style seated position atop the sofa. Brian nonetheless followed her feet, caressing them in their tucked away state, then caressing her upward to her thigh, then her tender ribs, then her cheek. That girl leaned right in, tongue out first, and Brian gobbled it right down. He let her explore his mouth for a few seconds, and then indulged in rapturous sucking. He must have gotten a little stoned just from all her flavor! He soon probed his own tongue in, and she responded with the same tasteful pressure. A long make-out session ensued, twenty rapturous minutes of savoring her delicious smoky beer mouth, sucking gently on her full lips, assessing her curves thoroughly with his hands, feeling her own little palms all over his body's most private spots, breathing in her intoxicating perfume, and enjoying her excited laughs as he shamelessly kneaded her breasts. "Mmmmm... what are we doing?" she tittered naughtily. "I think we're having foreplay," replied Brian. "And what the fuck is that?" "That's what we do when we're gonna fuck. Like, we undress and stuff." "Oh?" She sprang up and smooched his cheek several times, brushing her tongue all over him from between her plush lips. Her busy hands were everywhere, tearing at his shirt, finally whipping it over his head with a powerful thrust. Brian managed to catch it as it fell. "Yeah, that's..." He could only begin his sentence, as the girl was immediately at his navel, licking ferociously upward. He'd gotten so hot under his shirt that her tongue suddenly seemed cool and rough against him, almost refreshing, but like lager on a summer's afternoon, it only made him hotter. She pressed her face deep into his abs and belly, tugging at bits of skin with her lips. She sucked his nipples as he caressed the back of her head, or at least tried, given her speed. Soon he was moaning on that couch, at that party, so many people all around, this girl licking him in long strokes from his belt to his neck, kissing his chin at the tail of every journey. "Is this foreplay, huh?" she huffed after five minutes of stimulation. "Yeah," Brian breathily replied, "And this comes next." He unbuckled his pants as she began to giggle. "Aw c'mon, not in front of everyone." Brian was too excited to listen, and she giggled harder and harder as he undid his shoes and slipped off his socks. "Hey..." she called, "Hey hey hey..." But Brian couldn't even see anything around him, save for the myriad other couples fooling around on tables, beanbags, ovens, the rug, some in only their underpants, several fully nude and beautifully aroused. The rug was thick with panties and briefs and boxers. A tight, tiny blonde stood in only her sneakers, her knobby boobies pert and shaking as a kneeling stud nibbled on her thatch of pubic hair. A beautiful black couple stood off to the side, watching and masturbating ferociously. A similarly naked pair of foreign girls, one Tanzanian and one Latvian, yelped joyfully in their native languages - perhaps they were praising America. They were slightly bent over and being tantalized by rippled suburban males, the boys' hard cocks pressed against their sides, a separate, enterprising young fellow probing his tongue up and down their assholes as they stood. This was the college he needed, the college he'd dreamed of, and like a real college man he dropped his pants right to his ankles, those silk boxers on full display. "OH MY GOD!!" Brian's new friend roared, "You are SO BAD!" Brain took one leg out of his pants. "C'mon. Bedroom," she chanted, leaping to her feet, "Bedroom bedroom bedroom." He didn't know how he managed to carry all his clothes on their romp up to an unused room, but he somehow entered the chamber before her. She turned and closed the door, unable to find a lock. "Jesus fuck you're... horny..." She trailed off, as she turned around to face him. Right then, he was standing at his proud, almost arrogant nudity, as his boxers landed in the corner of the room from his mighty toss. Brian was quite well-endowed, at eight and one half good inches, which felt like great inches just then. The look on her face told him that she'd never been alone with such a big cock before. "You like it?" he asked. "Oh wow... my last few boyfriends... they didn't... WOW..." "You want to take it slow?" She tittered and giggled, almost jumping onto her tippy-toes for a second, like a cheerleader priming herself for a vigorous routine. "No! I mean, no way! Slow's for fucking losers. The only reason I even went to school here was to get drunk, smoke pot every single day, and fuck beautiful boys for years." "Am I a beautiful boy?" "You are a fucking gorgeous boy!" "And you're a gorgeous girl." He embraced her clothed body into a very wet kiss, her starving lips pressed and smacking against his mouth, her tongue wild inside him. He sucked down on it, and again she tasted phenomenal. She pumped her feet up and down and ground her jeans and sweater against his naked prick, and her gave that beautiful ass a good squeeze, caressing each cheek as she cooed with her tongue still inside him. He looked down as she pulled away, and a juicy line of clear pre-cum trailed from the tip of his cock to her sweater. She plucked at it with her fingers, and giggled in anticipation. He led her over to the bed and sat her down, while he remained standing. "First time's for the ladies," he teased, unbuttoning her jeans. She laid all the way back on the bed and let him pull the pants right from her legs, her brown socks forming two dark tips on her creamy gams, with pumpkin-colored panties nestling that lovely butt. He grasped her legs and gently pulled her body right to the edge of the bed as she squealed wildly, then pressed her legs up so they were standing straight into the air before him. The bed was tall enough so her feet were perfectly positioned at his face's height. He embraced her right leg, pressing his engorged cock right against that impossibly tender thigh, his prick spasming with pre-cum as it felt the relative coolness of her flesh, and the soft prickles of her shaving neglect, which drove him wild. He planted a soft kiss on the sole of her socked foot. Then he slowly bent down, and kissed all the way down that leg, often rustling his tongue through his lips as he smooched, caressing up and down, nibbling at the cut of her panties at the bottom. She kept snickering, but now with a sense of deep enjoyment. As he stood, kissing his way back upward, she tried her best to rub her leg against that huge prick, all sticky and bubbling. At the height of his stand, he pressed her foot upward and nibbled gently on her toes through her socks as he vulgarly pumped the length of his upstanding cock against her leg, and then he pulled the sock right from her foot with his mouth, leaning over to do the same with the other sock on her neglected leg. He breathed deeply on her denuded toes, which were curling wildly in pleasure, and he shifted his position to right between both of her raised legs. He pressed her feet together and gently flecked his tongue across her toes, which spread and squeezed with uncontrollable abandon, like they were having tiny orgasms all their own. She roared in approval, and he nudged his penis right between her legs. She squeezed her gams against that thick cock as he ground between her two pillars of skin while sucking her toes and nibbling her soles and massaging her knees. Foot-licking and leg-fucking soon got old, so he spread her legs and looked down. Her eyes were clenched shut and her cheeks were beet-red from giggles and gasping. There were dark beads of wetness all across the face of her panties and tiny pools of syrup dotting her tummy and sweater from his rapturous pre-cum spilling down. Suddenly lacking stimuli, she gazed up and met his glare, her mouth opening into a massive, toothy grin. "Oh WOW... college sex is SO much better than boyfriend sex!" He grinned and reached down to her hips, his fingers wiggling down into the mattress to snag her ass, and she yelped as he pulled her booty even closer to the edge of the bed. He then spread her legs extra wide and kissed all the way down the left one, kneeling on the bedroom rug, till his face was right against her pumpkin-caressed pussy. He quickly smooched her intimate place against the panties, then nestled his nose against her and breathed in her musk very deeply. He was suddenly terrified that he'd cum right there, so intoxicating was her ecstatic perfume. He smooched her there again, then began to softly lick around the outline of her thighs, dipping his tongue just under that soft material, feeling the steaming bristle of her pubic hair against his mouth. He rimmed her thighs in this way, darting over for kisses and pointed licks against the surface of her clothed, darkening pussy every so often. She was moaning. He then looked up, and lifted her sweater right up to the bottom of her breasts, so her matching pumpkin bra was just visible at its bottom, and he began to caress her sides, gently smooching her belly, running his tongue across her navel, heroically sucking clean the spots dabbed with his own syrup, and nibbling on the lip of her panties to kiss just slightly lower on her torso. Her lungs were heaving and her heart was pounding; he could feel it though her tummy. She lifted one of her legs and rested her foot on his naked back, giving it a clumsy sideways rub. But she quickly removed it as he reached to pull off her panties; they rolled down to just below her hips and became bunched and caught. He tugged on them as she laughed, and he stood as she threw her feet straight up in the air, just like before, and he peeled those garments right up her legs and slowly off her curling toes. She scrunched herself backward on the bed with her palms, and brought her feet down onto the bed's edge , her knees in the air, her legs spread very wide. Brian gazed down at her. Her white skin was flushed now, patches of red all over, especially where he'd been kissing. She had a small but wild, tangly bush of dark pubic hair surrounding her pussy, which seemed almost modestly peeking out, its pink eye behind a forest of black. He fell to his knees again, forced to bend forward to lick around the outline of her lotus. She was sopping wet, and her musk was intense and pleasing. He grabbed tiny bunches of her curly hair and nibbled, tugging just a bit, and she squeaked from above. He then ran his tongue softly against the lips of her pussy, barely penetrating, savoring her groans and her impossibly velvet skin. He kissed those lips with modesty, even chastity, pecking them six or seven times, and finally he plunged his tongue inside her, lapping with deep, slow strokes through her sizzling hot interior, pausing to nudge his tongue forcefully against her clitoris. He could do this for hours. And perhaps he hadn't quite counted on her stamina, because right then she shrieked as an orgasm rose, rippling through her eager young body like a tiny earthquake. Her dainty ass rose from the bed under the force of her passion; Brian grasped her rump cheeks and held them in the air as he dipped down and absolutely feasted on her pussy, and her yelps grew faster and faster, her lower body still grinding wildly against his face as he savaged her sensitive places, tiny licks of juice entering his mouth as she pumped over and over. It was a long one, and quite wet and nourishing a snack. Finally, she subsided, and Brian set her ass down on the cool, moist mattress. Her pubic hair was now glistening with wetness. Brain himself wasn't even close to orgasm anymore; he had really wanted this to last a bit longer, but one look at her puffing, sweating, teary-eyed face told him that the experience was more than worth it. He hopped up onto the bed beside her, and brushed some strands of hair away from her eyes. "Ohhh fuck... oh fuuuck," she huffed, "Oh... oh man... help me up a little..." There were pillows near the back of the bed, so he propped up two of them against the wall and he lifted her by her sweater arms until they were both in a half-sitting position. "Hey..." she managed, "Wha... what's your name, anyhow?" "Brian." "I'm Kylie... so... so Brian... you finish?" He rubbed her red cheek as she snorted her stuffy nose. "God," she said, "That's a big no. Well, that's no prob." "No prob." "No. No prob. You didn't even get me naked. We couldn't have sex until I'm naked. That's against the rules." "Oh really?" "Oh yes really. Sooo... you better get me naked. So we can play by the rules!" Brain was taken slightly aback. "So you... you can..." "Do it again? Oh Brian Brian... if you're gonna make me cum like that every time, I can do it till we fucking graduate." She lifted her one leg over, and rested it across Brian's own legs, her flesh rubbing against his cock. It felt enormously good, and even better as he stared into her bright, bloodshot eyes, her other knee pulled up to against her sweater, her wooly arms wrapped around it, her just-recently erupted pussy happily visible and begging for more. And her smile. Brian reached over and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and she lifted her arms just in time for the whole thing to fly over her head. Her pumpkin bra revealed some ample cleavage. She tossed both of her legs over his, and scooched herself closer to him. She threw her arms around him and the two kissed passionately. "Heeeey. I taste some pussy," she purred, "Does that make me gay?" "No way, not if it's yours," he whispered. Brian's Hot Sex Bonanza Enrollment They clasped together in that seated position even tighter, and smooched and writhed, until a noise startled them out of their embrace. A freckly blonde in a peach t-shirt was at the door, a look of utter shock on her face. "What are you two..." "SEX!" screamed Kylie, her chest reverberating her voice against Brian's arms, "WE'RE FUCKING IN HERE!!!" "It's... not your..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET FUCKING OUT, I'M HAVING THE BEST FUCK OF MY GODDAMNED LIFE! GO! FUCK OFF!!!" The blonde girl was duly intimidated. "You..." Kylie practically tore her bra off, her last remaining stitch, her big breasts spilling out, surprisingly plump for a smallish girl, a tiny bit saggy but just as milky and luscious as the rest of her. And her powerful lungs! "LOOK! LOOK! I'M FUCKING NAKED! YOU WANNA WATCH ME FUCK THIS COCK, GO AHEAD! FUCKING FINGER YOUR CUNT, BITCH!" Having had enough, the blonde scurried out of the doorway, leaving it open. Kylie turned to Brian and gave him an immeasurably tender, sexy, elfin smile. "I was in debate in high school too!" And with that she pulled her legs off him, shimmied onto her tummy, and began kissing and licking his prick all over, from bottom to top. Brian spread his own legs now, relaxed his back against those pillows, and roared. Her tongue was all over his dickhead, mixing pre-cum deep into that rough skin. She massaged his prick with careful skill, jerking him off just enough, then popping it into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on that huge penis. The pressure of her sucking was the best part for Brian, beyond the heat and uncertainty of her tongue. She still had her hands at the bottom of his shaft, and she took more and more into her mouth, whisking herself down and up, deeper each time, sometimes popping up entirely to kiss his head and give him a few soft rimmings. She was a fantastic cocksucker, and Brian rubbed and scratched the back of her head as she worked it. He looked up from her, at the door. Two girls were peeking in. Beautiful girls. These weren't here to complain, they were here to observe. He could tell from their shocked and curious looks. One was a small black girl in jeans and a tube-top. The other was a redhead, not much taller, and in a tank-top and gym shorts. They didn't even meet his eyes at first, they were so taken by Kylie's work on his prick. Were they impressed by her skill? Brian smiled. No, they were impressed by him, and his beautiful inches. Their curious faces changed to pleasure as they nudged and poked each other. And then they looked up and saw that Brian could see them. He beamed. He blew them individual kisses as the hot sucking on his rod became even more ferocious, and Kylie gleefully nibbled with her teeth on his dickhead. He got butterflies in his stomach, all the way up to his chest. His head grew light. The girls in the doorway began to check out every other inch of him. Their attentions were like licks of their own as they drank him in. The pressure and constant quarter-releases of non-stop pre-cum became harder and more ecstatic as Brian watched those girls admire him. He slowly undressed the voyeurs visually. Surely that redhead was wearing a yummy black thong under those shorts. The dark-skinned girl must adore silk, a silky blue bra tender on her chocolate body. He gazed at them further, picturing them nude. Nude and atop him, nude and he atop them. They looked back to his eyes and blew kisses back, and hopped away. Kylie let his pre-cum dribble from her lips onto his shaft and ballsack, and she dipped back down for more sucking. And for the next ten minutes of pleasure, seven more girls appeared at the doorway for a glance. Many winked or tittered. Several made vulgar blowjob motions with their hands and mouths and Brian grinned and clasped his eyes and nodded, it felt so good. One of them, an adorable Korean lass, even briefly flashed her own breasts at him, no bra under her shirt, tiny nobby nipples. Wonderful. Kylie soon popped up and straightened herself into an upright kneel, her whole face and chin and neck dripping and saturated with clear syrup. "Ok, I'm warmed up again!" Brian tackled her and pushed her onto her back, stuffed a pillow under her rump, pressed both her legs back against her body (how flexible!), and dipped a finger into her pussy. Very wet again. Without another second wasted, he plunged his cock deep into her waiting body. He hoped a dozen girls were watching as he fucked Kylie, ramming his cock down into her cunt as he watched her boobies jiggle under the motion and savored her face getting flush as her mouth hung open and mighty sea mammal moans poured forth. After a while she slapped her sweaty palms against his chest, and he pulled out. She tossed herself back up, and they embraced sitting. Brian grabbed her wiggly little body and sat her pussy downward on his cock. She thrust herself down farther and farther, over and over, screaming with each pump as he worked his own hips against her . Those titties looked even yummier bouncing and smooshing against his chest, with Brian's penis driven deep into her velvet innards. At that moment, Brian realized he was wearing no condom, and he didn't care at all. The only thing that mattered was that hot girl riding his prick, the best feeling in life. Brian laid back on a pillow, while she stayed upright, so he could better admire her glorious body riding his rod, her breasts flapping and bouncing in the air as she ground, those ass cheeks firmly in his palms. After ten minutes of that, she flopped forward onto him, her tits slapping his chest and her heat sticking to his, her breath sweltering and moist. He grabbed her ass hard and thrust her down onto his cock as he jabbed upward again and again, nearly all his inches sheathed within her little bod at the height of his pumps. She didn't even move her head against his neck, only her ass and belly; he could sense her tongue hanging out onto his skin as she screamed in pleasure, now without rhythm, just constant random noise. His cock was going to blow, so he decided they needed to slow down. He yanked her off him, and she scurried and scampered to get back on, so he smooched her lips sharply to calm her lust. "Mmmmmm! MMMMMMmm!" she said, receiving five firm kisses on her snooty, beet-red mouth. But she only grabbed his cheeks with her nails, and intuitively located his prick with her cunt, and started fucking him even faster, her tongue hanging out as she ground atop him frantically. What a heroic little sex machine! He never wanted her attention to leave his cock, but it was time to climax, so he yanked her hips as high as he could, barely enough to remove his cock from her, just as he exploded into orgasm, molten heat flowing through his penis like a volcano blast. Rope after scalding, thick rope of cum issued into the air for eight full seconds, the immense pressure of his every tortured pump spattering his pleasure from her steamy pussy all the way up to her breasts, several sticky spats backfiring all over Brian's own chest. Those excruciating, howling spasms continued well after he emptied himself. Never, ever had he come so hard. Kylie gazed down from up in the air, her shaky legs superficially propping her up along with Brian's grip, transfixed by this primal display of man. Noticing he was still suspending his lover by the hips, Brian relaxed his arms and Kylie belly-flopped down onto him, a thick splat as semen squished between their sweaty, tired bodies. She slowly rolled off him, their torsos coated with gel, lines connecting him to her. She plucked them like a harp. "Oh... oh shit..." she breathed, "...good thing... for the pill, huh?" "Hey," he mumbled, pointing his finger at her, "You should have told me..." She drew his finger up to her lips, popped it in, and sucked down for a few seconds before drawing her head away. "Fuck off, you stud. Just enjoy the sex. That's what school is for. I don't know how everyone else is gonna measure up with you, though." "You'll have to test me out regularly." "Oh you know it. We are number one fuckbuddies." She paused. "God, this bed is a mess. Let's get cleaned up and get out of here." So they snickered naughtily as they snatched up their clothes and stalked over to the adjoining bathroom and hosed each other off and got dressed and hustled outside. A kiss, a cell number exchange, another kiss, and quick goodbyes, and they were off. Until Brian checked his pocket. It didn't take long after turning around to locate Kylie - she was crouched just a few feet from where they had parted ways, enjoying a no-doubt glorious pee on the campus grounds. "Kylie..." "Oh! Hey!" she said, not really looking. "Kylie... I think my wallet fell out of my pants back in the house. I don't have my building key." She stopped. And stood up, grasping her pants. "Oh FUCK!" she shouted, "I left my fucking purse in there too!" "Should we..." "Um, no! You fucking spooged that bed to death ten minutes ago and they're totally gonna recognize us if we go back now." They stared at one another for a bit. Two hot young souls, adrift on the first evening of the prime of their lives. "Well," he said, "They probably won't recognize us tomorrow." Fortunately, the weather was very warm, and the park benches around campus were large enough for Brian to lay on. And Brian was cozy enough for Kylie to snuggle atop. Their faces pressed gently against one another's, and they sweetly breathed one another's sleepytime air through pursed lips. But that was pretty high school. It only took that girl a pair of minutes to slip that agile, gourmet tongue between Brian's grateful lips, and their night kisses became so moist they'd have made the morning dew jealous had it been a few hours later. "Hey stripper," murmured Kylie, "Let's sleep ass naked until dawn." And as he felt those awesome tits against his chest and that scratchy thatch of pubic hair against his cock once more, Brian had to wonder what his second day of college could possibly bring to live up to this.